Mon. Feb. 6, 2017: Holding SuperBowl Advertisers to Their Message

Monday, February 6, 2017
Waxing Moon
Sunny and cold

Busy weekend.

Friday was mostly about research and studying. Saturday, I got some writing done, but there was more research and studying.

Sunday started out very well, writing-wise, and then the power went out around 9:30 in the morning. It had fluctuated a bit earlier, but Autosave had saved most of the larger document on which I was working. I corrected, saved, printed, and then the power went off for the rest of the day, and I lost the next 750 words of a new chapter, which sucks. Especially since I’d gone off the notes/outline and can’t recreate it.

Put a fire in the fireplace, and did what I could to keep the house at a reasonable temperature. It was sunny, so I read. Michael Connolly’s THE WRONG SIDE OF GOODBYE, which was very good.

Eversource, as usual, was a nightmare to deal with. It’s illegal in this state to be entirely off the grid; you HAVE to be connected to Eversource. Yet, when the power goes out, their lack of interest in fixing it is insulting, as is their shrug and suggestion, “Go get a generator.” If I need a generator, and add solar panels and a wind turbine, I shouldn’t have to be connected to YOU. We were okay, but I felt bad for all the people in the area who were having Super Bowl parties and had to prep.

A local newswire said it was a transformer fire just up the street, but the “outage map” showed no power outages. I emailed them and told them they were wrong. But, actually correcting an article from a source on the site is not the Cape Cod Way. Far better to have the wrong information up.

I was supposed to go to a political meeting in Brewster in the early afternoon, but there was no way I was going out on the road without traffic lights. Local drivers consider them suggestions at the best of times; no lights and many accidents. No, thank you.

And if you think a transformer fire “just happened” to occur on Super Bowl Sunday, you’re incredibly naive. Either the transformer was tampered with by someone who wanted to mess with game day, or the transformer was tampered with by someone inside who wanted the company to be considered “heroes” for getting the power back on in time for the game. However, they just looked like idiots all the way around — not the linemen, who actually do the work. They’re good, as always. But Eversource Management, which isn’t even located in New England, doesn’t understand the northeast, and doesn’t care. Although, from what I heard today, it was a pretty massive fire, so who knows?

The power went on for about two or three minutes at a time, and then off again half a dozen times between four and six o’clock. They’re lucky they got it up and running again before kickoff or they would have had a riot on their hands.

We need a smaller, local company that actually gives a damn and has an ethic or two.

I’m not a football person, so I didn’t really care about the game one way or another. Usually, I’d root for the Patriots, because, well, I live here. I rooted for the Patriots when I lived in New York because the Jets and Giants both played in New Jersey, so they can say “New York” all they wanted, but they still played in New Jersey, so who cares?

I’ve had less respect for them over the past few months because of the connection to the Narcissistic Sociopath. Hey, you stick by your friends, good for you. Most have tried to keep politics out of the game, good for them. But my respect for them went down. But my neighbors and people I deal with here on a regular basis are ardent fans, and I wanted to see them happy. At the same time, I felt they were going in with a lot of arrogance, and it was a given that they would win.

I always thought “deflategaate” was a crock. You look at the charges, at the evidence, and it was Roger Goodell wanting to give Tom Brady and the Patriots a smack down. There was nothing legitimate in it. I think he thought — and so did football fans all over the country — that with a 1/4 season suspension, even undeserved, the team couldn’t get into the Super Bowl.

They were wrong.

I also didn’t like a lot of the nasty Tweets that were going on, beyond trash talk, especially once the Patriots started pulling it out. To compare it with election night? Get over yourself. This is a football game. Decisions made no matter which side wins don’t change the direction of the country.

The Patriots had an amazing comeback. The Falcons were ahead, 28-3, and by the end of the game, the Patriots tied, and then won in overtime. When the pressure seems insurmountable, Brady and Belicheck dig deeper and pull it out. They did it. The team did it. They deserved the win. Goodell got his karmic return.

I have lots of happy, hung over neighbors this morning!

Lady Gaga’s halftime show was spectacular. Prince’s is still my favorite, but this comes very close. It WAS political, but it didn’t need to speak politics. The show itself was about the positive, the inclusive, the joy of creation. She’s a hell of a performer, and she showed it last night.

The commercials were pretty surprising, too. Corporations gave the people who reject the evangelical, white supremacist trajectory on which this country is headed what they wanted. I mean, let’s face it, Coca Cola has always been good at this. They did the whole “I’d like to buy the world a Coke” and the “world harmony” thing decades ago. They gave us our vision of Santa Claus. I was pleasantly surprised by Budweiser, Air Bnb, 84 Lumber. Good for them.

Not that I trust a corporation. Ever. They gave us what we wanted last night. It wasn’t quite a promise, but it was a message of inclusion. Now, we hold them to it. We thank them. We buy their products. We keep track of where they make political contributions. And if they’re backing people who are contrary to last night’s message, we call them out on it.

I did have to laugh at the Tweets responding to the threatened boycotts of Coca Cola, Pepsi (who did the halftime show) and Budweiser by suggesting that those boycotting individuals drink Flint’s water.

Meanwhile, Nieman Marcus (known in the wardrobe trade as “Needless Mark-up”) and Nordstrom’s dropped things in lines made by the Sociopath’s Daughter. I never bought anything anyway by any of the family brands, because I’ve practiced conscientious consumerism for years. Not spending my money on their products is not new to me. But I also didn’t buy any of the designs or products because the craftsmanship was always poor, and, frankly, I thought the designs were tacky. Very Bridge and Tunnel. (New Yorkers will know what that means). I stopped shopping Macy’s when they added that family’s product line to their stores. To me, that was a sign that Macy’s no longer cared about quality.

This morning is cold and sunny. As I said, lots of happy, hung over neighbors. I have a lot of writing to do today, I start my second week of Constitutional Law classes, and I have a few errands. Plus, research. A great deal of the next five months will be about research.

Tomorrow, I spend time in the rented office. That should be interesting.

Meanwhile, another week, another chance go do some solid work. Let’s hope I can, and that there aren’t yet more illegal Executive Orders stripping us of more rights.

In one of the pieces on which I’m working, the architecture is vital to the plot. I used a real house as the inspiration, but then I spent time this weekend drawing blueprints/floorplans to make the story work. I added a rotunda to one side, I changed a few things. My architecture books came in handy. But now, I have to think twice, when I work on the book, and when I think about the house — do I mean the real house who inspired the fictional house, or do I mean the fictional house? Interesting dilemma.

Back to the page.

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Wed. Oct. 3: Power Outage and Deadbeat Client

Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Waning Moon
Neptune Retrograde
Uranus Retrograde
Cloudy and cold

We had a power outage yesterday, just as I was working with my tarot students. The computer is fine, thank goodness, but it was a little chaotic, with the generator kicking in and having to report it and then getting the power back on. Couldn’t get back online the rest of the day. But it meant I couldn’t watch any of the video lectures for class, so that gets all lumped in today.

I got back a lot of information I needed yesterday and now have to integrate it into various projects, and am talking this project and that project with several different editors. Finished the submissions, and am glad to be done. Live and learn.

Sent yet another reminder/invoice to the ghostwriting client, who still owes me the balance for the work and has gone completely unresponsive to the last questions so we can wrap this project up. This is why clients have to pay 50% up front -so the writer is not completely screwed. Also last time I give a deep discount because it’s set up by someone I know.

Word from home is that there’s a leak in the ceiling (the landlord came by yesterday and will fix it tomorrow), and a woodpecker’s torn a hole near my room and built a nest (naughty Carlos). Tessa is depressed and mopey — not eating much, won’t play, lies on my bed and looks sad. Poor little thing.

The week Costume Imp comes up to visit, about 6 kazillion things are going on, so I’m giving him the options, and he can choose to participate or not as he pleases. After all, it IS his vacation.

I need to spend some time on my Sustainability Projects today. The first chapter of the mystery will be the easiest, so I’ll probably work on that first. I’ve got my notes — I just have to sit down and focus. It’s more difficult when there’s someone else on the site.

I have a meeting with an agent this evening — I’m looking forward to it. A full morning here tomorrow, and then I’m back on the road to GO HOME.

Looks like DEATH SPARKLES will release on October 12 — how exciting!

Devon

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Waning Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and milder

I was barely online yesterday, which was a good thing. I wrote about 15 pages in the morning, an excellent day, split over two sessions. Printed everything off.

Went to the library. In addition to books, there was a vintage jewelry sale, and I got a birthday present for a good friend of mine (it’s as perfect as if I’d commissioned it for her), which I will pack up and ship off in the next few days. Went to Trader Joe’s and the grocery store and the wine store, and stocked up. Also bought a couple of batches of daffodils and a batch of pussy willows, and switched the door wreaths from the snowflake wreath to a spring wreath.

In the afternoon, I read Janet Evanovich’s SIZZLING SIXTEEN, which I enjoyed more than #15. And it only took about an hour and a half to read it — exactly what I needed. A break, and reading something just for fun.

Last night, an acquaintance had a quick comic bit at the top of a show, so, of course, I was watching. And the power went out. It was only out for three minutes — but it was the three minutes of that scene! And, boy, this street really gets dark on an almost-dark moon with no streetlights. I’m not sure why everything winked off, and, three minutes later started up again, we weren’t having a storm or anything. It was a pain in the keister to get the cable boxes to talk to the TV again — they don’t reset themselves the way the one I had in NY did. And I had to run around fixing the clocks on the stove and the coffee-maker and the microwave, etc., etc. Anyway, by the time everything was back up, I missed the scene. Hopefully, I can watch it online later today.

Back to the page this morning, on the book and on the play. I’m going to run out to the library again later this morning to pick something up, and maybe follow some of the maps in the local history books to bits of the area I haven’t yet seen. There’s a whole section of the community I haven’t found yet. And it’s a lovely day, so I want to spend at least part of it outside.

The Wednesday post for Gratitude and Growth will go up late in the day. I have to upload some photos for it, and I want to get some writing in first.

Back to the page.

Devon

Power Problems — June 10

We’re having massive power problems here, so this will be a relatively short post that I’ll try to get up before the next outage.

I was going to write a post on bitterness, but by late yesterday afternoon, bitter was long gone and I was furious.

First of all, the Con Ed executives lied to all of us last week when they said they were ready for this. Not a surprise, but they must be held accountable. The people who are doing the actual work at Con Ed are great, but the executives need to feel a cleated boot in their backsides. In addition to all of them being removed and replaced with competent people, the rate hike they got (with, as a condition, that we would not face the same problems faced in previous years) should be rolled back. Their job is to provide the power THAT IS NEEDED, not to keep taking money and keep ruining people’s small businesses and lives.

Second, our horrible new super not only didn’t report the outage to Con Ed, but walked away from the building at 5 PM, even though we are in the middle of a construction zone with NO SAFETY LIGHTS (which means, since doors have been removed, people could fall down the stairs into the basement into the holes in the floor or get impaled on partially constructed walls), saying, “Tenants need to learn how to take care of themselves.”

And we are paying you exactly why?

I wound up being point person with Con Ed, on the phone with them every hour, and when the big trucks with the floodlights rolled up at 2 AM – the cats thought it was fun. Me . . .not so much. Glad to see them, glad to get power back, but . ..

I ate my first Creamsicle yesterday – why didn’t anyone tell me how good those were?

Sitting by candlelight wasn’t bad (I’ve worked by candlelight before). I had batteries for the radio, got Chinese take-out for dinner, used the portable emergency light I have to read LIFE’S COMPANION. I’d forgotten how good it is – I highly recommend it to anyone who’s interesting in diaries, journals, the writing process, the creative process in general.

I’ve been trying to read a biography of Germaine de Stael (yes, I’m missing the umlaut over the last “e”, but I can’t make it take). It’s so poorly written I can’t stand it.

I’ve kept the cats cool by using cool, wet washcloths on their footpads (since they can’t sweat, shouldn’t pant, and heat and cool via the feet). The twins think I’m crazy, but Elsa kind of likes it.

The Belmont wrap-up will be in next week’s issue of FEMMEFAN, not this week’s. I’m behind on the plays, and on everything else. Oh, well.

I’ll lose most of the day filing paperwork with the State (provided the power stays on long enough for me to do so). If the power goes out again, I’ll head to Greenwich Library – they offer me sanctuary. I can get some work done there, or just sit around in the air conditioning and read.

I managed to get the work for Confidential Job #1 done before the outage and also get some research done for some other stuff.

Massive migraine this morning, due to heat exhaustion and stress, but what can you do? I have to stave it off until what needs to be done is done and then I’ll take a long nap. Hopefully in air-conditioned comfort.

Hope all of you in storm areas are safe, and the rest of you aren’t sweltering.

Devon

Devon’s Bookstore:


5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.


Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
. Edited by Colin Galbraith. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other pieces by a writers’ group of which I am a member. My story is “Pauvre Bob”, set at Arlington Race Track in Illinois. You can download it free here:

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