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    • The Roof Overhead

      Posted at 2:49 am by kayewer, on January 17, 2010

      I don’t understand the whole housing thing.  Builders today seem to erect nothing but the most expensive dwellings–at least in this country–and who can really afford them?

      Who really needs a house with ceilings twice one’s height, which sap all the heat in winter (because heat rises) and collect dust bunnies where the average dry mop can’t reach?  How much floor space does a person need between the side of the bed and the closet?  Unless you’re a public figure, such as an actor or television personality, do you need that closet to be the size of a garage?  And how many average citizens plop a bag from the local drive-through onto that must-have kitchen preparation island instead of actually preparing a meal on it?

      In addition to those over-padded palaces called single family homes these days, the alternatives are limited.  There are people who make, in a week, only a third of the amount needed for the average apartment’s monthly rent, yet housing in this land seems to cater only to the upper echelon.  In states like New Jersey, the cost of living is forcing residents to relocate elsewhere.  In California houses stand empty while families with women and children live in tents.  In the poorest cities, the lower income families get some aid, but for the rest of us in the middle of the curve, keeping a roof over our heads is a nightmare.  Mortgage problems were just the start of the crisis, and the price gouging is not solving the issue of where to put people who just can’t afford what is currently on the market.

      Where are the houses for the increasing population of single persons over 25 and under 55?  I see a lot of housing projects going up for seniors, and those 18-24 get their share because they often room together and split the cost, but there is a growing niche being left out of the basic right to shelter.  I’m one of them, and I have met quite a few people in the same situation.  We want to downsize if we’re couples, or just live in a few comfortable rooms if we’re alone.  The post-war tract homes were perfect for so many families, and could be just the right size for the new generation, but new construction is obviously not geared to the middle class.

      The United States gives readily to the world when disaster displaces people from their homes, but sapping huge sums of money from our own citizens for expensive housing nobody really needs is hedonistic, wasteful and a disgrace when so many of our own people need a place to live.  There should be housing at a level affordable to any working citizen based on take-home income.  If one has a job here, they should have an inalienable right to a place to live here.  It shouldn’t be too much to ask for a safe, efficient dwelling with running water and electricity.  Once the housing power brokers understand that, the problem may begin to turn around.  Meanwhile, the roofs over our heads are leaking pennies every second, and the people standing out in the cold can’t catch them to put them to good use.

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    • There Are Nice People Out There

      Posted at 2:26 am by kayewer, on January 10, 2010

      We’ve had plenty of news lately about people wanting to blow things up and kill us just because we are this or aren’t that, but I actually came across some nice people in the past week and decided to share the good news.

      I’ve been having an issue with my commuter pass lately.  If you have one of those electronic gizmos that enables you to use turnpikes or bridges with a special “no-toll” gate or discount rate, you know what I mean.  Every time I go on vacation I have to contact the customer service department to have a hold put on my account, to be resumed when I start using the pass again.  Last time I went on vacation, though, something went wrong:  the note that entitled me to the special plan didn’t re-activate, so every time I went through the toll plaza I got the wrong charges.  Of course I didn’t realize it until my statement came in and I found that my bill was way more than usual.  Of course I called, and they said they would look into it, but four weeks later my next statement still had the same overcharge activity.  I called for the third time and got transferred to the nicest supervisor, who took one look at my account and said, “Gee, we shouldn’t be charging you while this is under investigation, so I’m going to reactivate your discount right now:  can we call you back with the results, or would you like to call us back when it’s convenient for you?”  Now that’s customer service.

      This afternoon I made a quick stop at the local market, which was filled to capacity with vehicles in the parking lot.  A total stranger saw me pushing a cart toward the entrance (actually it had been left in the parking lot and was making it hard for cars to fit into the spaces, so I was taking it back up to the cart return).  She said, “It’s really not bad in there, the checkout is moving fast.”  Imagine somebody volunteering that information casually for no real reason except that she felt it would be good for somebody going into the store to know they wouldn’t be held up too long.

      I’ll bet none of those extreme terrorists who want us dead would even do something half as nice to their own people.  That’s another thing that makes us good people.

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    • What Talking Takes Out of You

      Posted at 2:03 am by kayewer, on January 3, 2010

      Talking, that gift of oral communication, is having a crisis.  People don’t seem to do much face-to-face chatting anymore.  Texting, email and phone chat have taken over that activity.

      I have another problem with talking which evolves around being alone in a crowded room.  The nearest desks to my mine at the office are yards away, and then all I usually hear are conversations associated with the job. 

      Working in a call center makes it tough to get any social interaction.  It’s also the reason for the high obesity rate in the place (one can eat and talk, but not talk socially and conduct business too).  Cell phone use is banned everywhere except the cafeteria:  they even had to install a sign in the restroom to ban phones in there.  I don’t know about some folks, but I wouldn’t want to know, or even get an inkling, that the person on the other end of my phone conversation was sitting on the loo.  I have heard some rumors that ancient Romans did not object to talking while emptying their wastes, but nobody is able to confirm or deny that at this stage in history, and I’d like to think that bathrooms in Roman days were much like Roman baths:  comfortable, congenial places that did not offend the average citizen.  If I were an average Roman citizen, just the sounds of relief would offend me.

      Anyway, Discover television personality Mike Rowe is featured in a Ford commercial in which two BFFs (best friends forever) text each other with joy at learning of their discount on a year-end clearance vehicle.  Not a word uttered in the six inches between their stick-like bodies.  I like Mike Rowe, but this particular ad disturbs me.

      I’d like to know how much of the texting the average American does is actually important, as in involving a family emergency, a traffic problem or a need to stop at a market or pharmacy before going home.  When it reaches a point at which state and local authorities have to remind drivers not to text or use the cell phone while driving, haven’t we gotten the message that we are losing touch with reality?  I think we’re forgetting how to talk, and behind that will come forgetting how to read.  That would be a tragedy.

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    • What Do You Expect in December?

      Posted at 6:57 am by kayewer, on December 19, 2009

      It’s December.  Too many holidays to keep track of.  Too many people on vacation, meaning too many cars on the roads.  Too many relatives trying, for the umpteenth year in a row, to make it all work in just one day’s visit.  Too many strange foods like fruitcake.  Too many unusual gifts like the Snuggie (arrgh) and Chia containers and some electronic hampster called a Zhu Zhus.

      This year we are also having too many cold, snowy days.  I’ll be away from my computer for a week, but I’ll be back in time for the end of the year, which is that calm period right after Christmas and before New Year’s Eve.

      Happy December.

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    • Christmas Gifts Missing in Action

      Posted at 1:55 am by kayewer, on December 13, 2009

      I miss Terry’s dark chocolate raspberries.  They’re the size of their famous oranges, which come in a whole ball which is whacked on a hard surface to break into segments.  They always discontinue stuff people like and keep the less desirable items like fruitcake (fruitcake fans, don’t write back and complain; it’s just my opinion).

      I also wonder why, after 30 years of international begging and cajoling from fans every year, John Denver and the Muppets:  A Christmas Together is still not out on DVD.  I’m sure most nostalgic holiday Muppet or Denver fans have worn out at least two copies of the CD soundtrack by now.  Folks just didn’t own VCRs in those days (they were new and cost $1,000 then).  You’d think somebody in Denver’s estate or the Muppet governing body would have jumped on the opportunity to get this one out to the public.

      I’d also like to see the California Raisins holiday special again.  Just for those singing camels.

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    • Dear Comcast & TV Guide:

      Posted at 12:05 am by kayewer, on December 6, 2009

      I wish to register a complaint.  Cable television has hundreds of channels.  I would like to watch some of them.  Yet, like the school pecking order dominated by the playground bullies, some good networks go unrecognized while others steal the spotlight from them.  Why is it that the American television viewer can’t get a comprehensive guide to ALL the network weekly listings in a tangible form?

      The “Guide” option on the remote only reviews the titles and content of a few networks and about two hours’ worth of programming at a time.  I don’t have a computer at home, so using the Internet to find the programs is out of the question.

      I remember when TV Guide was thick in volume and chock full of descriptive content about all the shows.  Now that somebody has invented the grid system of listing programs, creativity has gone the way of the VCR (by the way, I still use one).  We had TV Guide for a good 30 years, but when it changed its format we gave it up because it didn’t  prove helpful anymore.

      What is on BBC America?  What is on all 20 HBO channels?  Why do I have to hunt so hard to get any answers?  Why can’t I plan my viewing on a weekly basis instead of by an hour at a time?

      I’m not asking for anything in a box wrapped in paper for Christmas.  I just want some good answers to some reasonable questions.

      Sincerely, etc.

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    • Take My Money, Please!

      Posted at 2:21 am by kayewer, on November 29, 2009

      We’re in the middle of a bad economy, yet the doors to many department stores opened on Black Friday (some on Thanksgiving Day) to throngs of people who were apparently excited to spend money they didn’t have.

      What is it about the last 40 or so days before the end of the year that makes people think the shopping horizon has changed?  Plenty of products are put on shelves ten months out of the year–some are useful, while others are a waste of resources and manpower–yet everybody seems to wait until the last-minute to release the “good stuff,” the “must have” stuff, the quintessential table cluttering pap that makes the area beneath a dead tree look a hoarder’s last-minute hiding place.  Add to it the perfect wrapping paper, bow, gift tag or gift bag (one of the few inventions that give wrapping challenged gift givers a break), and remember that all that concealment lasts about ten seconds from being lifted out from under the tree until it is shown around to the assembled throng.

      Last year some customers ran over and killed a store employee who opened the doors for the Black Friday crowd.  It’s insane that human beings are so overly excited by the prospect of running a marathon to a pile of junk that they have to wait in an interminable line and pay too much for.

      The only other madhouse I’ve even seen is the annual “running of the brides” at a popular store which deep discounts wedding gowns for a once-a-year event.  Unfortunately they don’t have fitting rooms or boxing rings and officials to referee fights between bridezillas over the perfect gown.

      Supply and demand never coincide, even though the stores have had ten months to figure it out.  The real test of what sold or not is the aftermath on or about December 26, when all that’s left are twenty boxes of odd colored greeting cards, broken ornaments and a bashed-in fruitcake.

      I have to get a Pollyanna gift this year, which is hard because the price limit is $15 and all the decent gifts are $19.99 (before tax).  That means a $9.99 gift and a $5.00 gift card, and the gift bag and wrapping paper don’t count in the final cost anyway. . . .

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    • The Bad Barry Gibb Impression

      Posted at 2:15 am by kayewer, on November 22, 2009

      I’ll admit it up front:  I can’t sing.  I don’t sound like a hippo or anything, and I’m not totally tone-deaf, but busker will never be in my resume.  However, in the old days I used to have fun singing in the car.  It’s easy to do and doesn’t require taking one’s eyes off the steering wheel.  Also, with the windows closed, nobody knows how bad you are.

      Now that my driving route is so tediously long and devoid of traffic lights (it’s one major highway straight up and down either way), and I have a CD player in the car, I’ve treated myself to some music in the car again, and my first choice was The Ultimate Bee Gees:  The 50th Anniversary Collection.  The Gibb brothers have been in the music business as long as I’ve been alive, so there were some songs that were released when I was too young to appreciate them.  This was a golden opportunity to catch up and enjoy some classics from “my day.”

      I would not recommend a non-singer try what I did:  I wound up singing along to the entire album and paid the price with a scratchy throat that lasted for days.  Of course, I guess I should have left the falsetto to Barry Gibb, who is best qualified to hit those high registers, but what’s a good Bee Bees song without a bad Barry Gibb impression thrown in by an appreciative listener?

      I know I’m not “Alone” (pardon the insider joke) in doing this.  Find me a Bee Gees fan who hasn’t tried either the trademark falsetto or holding a note with that heart-stopping quaver like on “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart,” and I’ll show you somebody who has lost that sense of adventure in their life.  Leave the bungee jumping to the adventure geeks: I’ll go for the bad karaoke effort anytime.

      The Bee Gees as we knew them over the years has changed slightly.  Recently the two remaining brothers, Barry and Robin, performed for the first time as a duo for “Dancing With the Stars.”  The third Bee Gee, Robin’s twin brother Maurice (pronounced Morris but affectionately known as Mo), died suddenly in January 2003, and after six years it seemed that the group was finished.  The brothers decided to reunite at last, and the collection is a celebration of the last half century of work.

      It’s said that when you mention somebody, you honor their life or their memory, so if I’m warbling in the car, poorly, with a sore throat and flat notes and no diaphragmatic ability to hold that sustained note on “Staying Alive” anyway, I guess it’s all okay.  And thank goodness I keep the windows rolled up.

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    • Pre-Early Bird Before Turkey Day Blues

      Posted at 2:05 am by kayewer, on November 15, 2009

      If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear the Halloween costume shops pulled up stakes and disappeared at 12:01 the morning of November 1st, and in their places are Christmas shops.  Already!

      It’s bad enough that the card shops start peddling ornaments in July, and that gaily packaged holiday junk food starts appearing on little green or red tablecloth covered round display tables in Macy’s by mid-September.  Now the stores are engaging in early sales hoping to gain revenue even before the Black Friday madhouse begins.

      Really, can pre-packaged stuffing in a bag produced in October still be worth eating in late November?  If so, it must have been preserved using methods taught in ancient Egyptian tombs.  Perhaps we should already have figured this out, since it comes at the same time as the first batches of fruitcake, which everybody knows was found, still edible, in a burial vault in the Valley of the Kings.

      The food is just part of the insanity.  Your local pharmacy should be well stocked by now with tons of cheap stocking-stuffers which would have made our founding fathers faint.  Do we really need a dispenser, shaped like a reindeer, that “poops” brown jelly beans?

      Nativity scenes start showing up in garden shops, next to the holiday villages from some joint called Department 57.  I guess that name is based on a classification in some manual called the Department Store Code Book of Merchandise Sorting or something.  I don’t buy miniature villages, mostly because the people in the scenes are never proportioned to the size of the buildings.  I realize their size is required by a safety law meant to prevent small children from choking on Mr. Ice Skater from the magnetic pond feature, but can’t they just make the buildings larger?

      I don’t buy nativity scenes because I just don’t ever see one I like.  They’re always too modernistic or Renaissance-y or nondescript.  Besides, Baby Jesus always winds up getting lost for some inexplicable reason, even from supersize nativities in front of houses of worship.  Maybe folks who display them could put an appropriate lightbulb in the crèche and keep the infant savior secured in the vault instead.

      By the time I have my first bite of turkey, I’ll be tired of the pre-holiday sales.  I’ll also have a sore back from hauling all the Black Friday newspaper inserts out to the curb for pickup on trash day.

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    • New Year of Life/New Resolutions

      Posted at 1:18 am by kayewer, on November 9, 2009

      Whenever a birthday comes around, I try to look back on the past year and think about what I did well or (in a lot of cases) not so well, and resolve to do better.  I think it works better by not waiting for New Year’s Day, because shortly after January 1 comes all the December bills and income taxes, and these deliver quite a reality check roundhouse kick to the head no matter what your intentions.

      First, I plan to forget trying to write neatly and just concentrate on jotting things down so I can at least read them.  When I was in school, teachers certainly did teach good penmanship, but only as long as every student was right-handed and good with spacial relationships.  I may have been destined to be left-handed, but we’ll never know:  I was forced into a pen hand so disastrous that I had to re-teach myself a better script as an adult simply because I was so darned tired of slowing my handwriting down just to conform.  My journals and notebooks all contain sparse entries in a neat scrawl, which is why they are so sparse.  Heck, I just want to let the creativity rip and make a mess on those pages.  I bought the things, so if I want them to look like maniacal ravings, it’s my privilege.

      I also want to walk more.  Working in a call center at a desk spells disaster for any physique.  Add to it all the car commuting I do, and there is very little time for walking.  I do like to walk; when I go to New York City I walk from the Port Authority Bus Terminal to Lincoln Center at a decent clip without getting winded, so I think I could add some more foot time to my routine if I can find it.  Recently the Philadelphia transit workers went on strike, and traffic was at a standstill, so everybody in the city walked.  I walked to University City, where the University of Pennsylvania and Drexel campuses are located, along the 20-block uphill grade in about 15 minutes.  Whether the workers go back or not, I may just consider ditching the bus altogether.

      I would also like to go on a date once more in my life, without being considered a cougar.  Since when did age become a predatory aspect of female nature but not so for men of any age?

      There are others I want to do, like figuring out why I can’t get the stitch count right in my crocheting, but these will do for now.  If I finish any one of them in a year, I’ll never complain about being another year older again.

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