Book

Twenty heavy copies of the Book arrived at the games of Minas Morgul a couple of days ago, but it should tell you something about my continuing attitude towards it that I have repeatedly forgotten to bring any of them anywhere. O, the cursed thing. Well. I think that first I need to make a list of recipients, since I have enough copies that I can afford getting a little creative with that. As in: fondly remembered high school english teachers, or the UMaine IT overlords who brought me into the Mac fold, or Mac-using writers of weblogs I like but whom I have never actually met.

I'm pretty sure that I've noted before that I found through Google the current whereabouts of ol' Prof. Hammond, the fellow who, when I was in 9th grade, first told me I was a writer. He's still in Florida, but teaching at a university now, and still very active in environmental causes; indeed, it's his environmentalism and not his academics that have pushed him up the Googlerank. Right on. I haven't contacted him since this discovery, and I smile to think of his reaction when he gets the package from me.

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Now I am behind in writing a promotional piece for the O'Reilly Network. Bleah. Well, I told the PR person I'd set some time aside tonight to craft up an idea. I'll try to have some fun with it.

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My new NetBank money market account opened today. Happy to see that my financial record isn't so messed up that I can't get new bank accounts.

Drop

Looking again, I see that the APY on the account I just opened has dropped .05% in the few days since I applied. This reminds me of the fact that annual yield rates all around seem to have plummeted by at least two whole percentage points since those Motley Fool banking articles were written. This certainly doesn't invalidate the advice they contain, but still: bleah.