Daily Archives: March 17, 2010

Forced Broadband for Farmers

at $56,000 per household. Paid for by, you guessed it, US. That’s what the FCC wants (http://www.slate.com/id/2248074), according to Chris Wilson from Slate.

My husband, a software engineer and son of a farmer/rancher in Nowheresville, US, says the market is sorting it out. Five years ago his parents were on dial-up. His mother kept looking for new installations to go up, on her drive to work, and would call the farmer and see if it was worthwhile getting on that service.

When we camped out there during Hurricane Rita Jim packed up a whole bunch of goodies and set them up with wireless internet and we brought our laptops and cell phones and tethered so we could get on with our lives for those few days.

Now they have very good service, except the other day lightning fried the router and network card. At least a tree didn’t fall and knock down the roof into their bedroom (yeah, that happened ten years ago during Jim’s grandfather’s funeral).

I’ve worked at a computer center for low-income residents and only the willing came in for free classes. I found one man, age 89 at the time, in his car crying because his gnarled fingers couldn’t grasp the mouse or type on the keys. He said he’d wait for voice recognition software.

But for many years, certain folks have not wanted or needed internet access. Now that I think about it, we probably had a hand in getting Jim’s folks to even get dial-up. Now his techno-phobe father is embracing the new technology, but only because we made sure they had a MacBook and trackball mouse (and wireless full-sized keyboard, but that was broken before they opened the box). He’s now doing cattle sales and genealogical research online, and all that over the past few months.

To the FCC: let the market do its job. If you need to put minimal infrastructure in the most far-flung places, let the demand get the companies to serve those communities. Forget about $30/month internet charges (I’ve never heard that low an amount) and ask why these folks don’t have a computer at home. No, I’m not suggesting the US public buy every household a computer. Bet they don’t have cell phones either.

Wait, I’ve a great idea! Let’s force a free computer, cell phone and broadband on every Amish and Mennonite household in the US of A! At only $56.000 per household, it’s a bargain. Aye, the luck o’ the Irish be with ye today, Dee

Cookbook-Free

It was this week last year that we braved a 1,600 mile trip north and west to our current location in ski country. Two cars loaded with clothing, two laptops, my food processor and Jim’s PlayStation, and the dog.

I didn’t bring one cookbook with me. Since then I’ve bought three, plus a couple of cooking magazines that caught my eye. HELP!!! I miss my “stuff!” It’s all in storage back “home.”

Not even having time to travel over the past year, I opened my suitcase a few weeks ago to a large piece of bubble wrap, and realize that I brought one photo with us, our wedding picture in a frame my mother-in-law gave me when she and I first met, a few months before we were married. Why I saved the bubble wrap in the suitcase was evident: this was a temporary move, but now we’ve stayed.

Cookbooks, books in general, are a comfort to me. Living in another family’s home with their furnishings is one thing; living with the things one has amassed over a lifetime is better. Searching through new and old recipes to get ideas for dishes to please friends and family is a passion of mine that I now have to do online. I have found old sauce recipes and new dishes online and that’s great! Still missing the books, though. I don’t care about the Kindle or any other book reading device, give me paper.

Now we have snow tires that will need to be taken off and replaced by all-weather tires next month (we didn’t need snow tires in Texas) and our small garage is being taken over by Things We Need To Keep (a one-car garage storing eight tires). It’s a joy to live here with a view of the mountains and wildlife, and ironic that we’re happy here and envision city life or country life for our long-term future.

There’s a box that came a couple of days before our actual move, from my mother’s estate. We were in such a state of chaos that it was moved, sight unseen, to storage. Air-conditioned storage. We look forward to having our own things about us, and having a few memories unsealed as well.

Happy St. Patricks’ Day! I didn’t make anything but bought some shamrock cookies for my hairdresser who will hopefully transform me into someone who doesn’t live in a desert climate! Cheers, Slainte, Dee