Do you read The Marginalian? If not, I would highly recommend that you do. There are always ideas that make me say, “Hmmm…wow…interesting, I had not thought about that in that way.” Here is a tidbit that was posted and sent to me (yes, you should sign up for the free newsletter and donate, too):
From a child you can learn
1) to always to be happy; 2) never to sit idle; 3) to cry for everything you want.
From a thief you can learn
1) to work at night; 2) that if you cannot gain what you want in one night to try again the next night; 3) to love your co-workers just as thieves love each other; 4) to be willing to risk your life even for a little thing; 5) not to attach too much value to things even though you have risked your life for them — just as a thief will resell a stolen article for a fraction of its real value; 6) to withstand all kinds of beatings and tortures but to remain what you are; 7) to believe that your work is worthwhile and not be willing to change it.
Sitting down for the reading-of challenged my sense of balance. The wobbly table in front of me offered no support for my arthritic hands. And I feared that any movement of the table would knock over the seven wax candles that flickered atop. The high-backed wicker chair where I was to rest seemed to be held together with strings and rags. Still, I sat. Slowly. Carefully.
Marcia entered cat-like, brushed her flowing robes aside and sat in front of me on a stool that I had not seen. Her long white hair covered her eyes, but with her back to the candles I couldn’t have seen them anyway.
Without saying a word she reached forward and took my cold hands in hers. They were warm. The room was warm. The room lit up, transformed, no, I was in a big city, on a busy corner. Was this New York? I looked down at my hands and they were young again. The pain was gone. I looked up at the kiosk and newspapers held a date years into the future.
I reached my right hand up to inspect a magazine from the kiosk. A stab of agony. I was cold. As suddenly as I had left the room, I returned to the age and the pain and the darkness and the flickering candles.
Slowly she whispered, “I have read-of you. You have seen.”
As she rather floated out of the room the candles extinguished. I slowly stood, in the dark, but I had seen a light.
The Congress in Peru recently approved a law saying that the internet companies have to provide at least 70% of the internet speed that they are selling. This law was designed to improve what the companies provide, up from 40%. My question all along has been, if I am paying 100%, why are they allowed to give me 40%? Thankfully, now it is 70%, but I am still paying 100%.
Can someone explain to me why they don’t just say, “We can provide this level of service and will charge you this amount”? It doesn’t change the internet speed; it just makes the transaction clear. Then, when they give me higher speeds, I will be thrilled!
What if other companies did that? Can you imagine a dairy company selling you a gallon of milk and promising you that there will be at least three quarts?
Anyway, I wrote to La República and offered this commentary… that was not published.
Si Movistar te puede cobrar 100% y darte 70% (La República, 20 de mayo 2021), imagínate…
Después de confirmar la elevación de 40% a 70% la velocidad mínima de los servicios de internet por el Pleno del Congreso de la República, el vocero de Leches Gloria comentó, “Estamos muy de acuerdo. De ahora en adelante vamos a rellenar nuestras cajas de un litro de leche con un mínimo de 700 ml.” El coordinador del mercado de Santa Anita también apoyó la decisión del Congreso asegurando que pueden re-calibrar las balanzas para que cada casera reciba un mínimo de 700 gramos en cada kilo de fruta o verdura. Toyota, por su parte, anunció que están considerando la posibilidad de poner 3 llantas en vez de 4 en cada auto vendido. Todavía tenían que conversarlo porque 3 llantas sería 75% y eso excede el 70% aprobado por el Congreso.
I thought it was funny. I also think that Peru has other priorities right now with the pandemic and the election.
This is the first draft of Novel Coronavirus Blues. As a language teacher, writing from Lima, Peru, I find that a bit of creativity can focus the mind. (Feel free to sing it out following a standard 12-bar blues progression. BTW: That link does not have a bridge.)
Verse 1 We celebrated New Year’s and everything was good And 2020 started, well, just like it should. We thought that we’d see clearer in the leap year of the Rat But the health news of pandemic filled the screens and every chat While walking in fog, your mind, you think you’ll lose You’re singing the Novel Coronavirus blues
Chorus My friend how are you feeling? How’s the temperature of your head? When you see gone-viral videos are you filled up with dread? For the young it’s less of a problem still you worry about that cough You cover it with your elbow sleeve and watch your friends back off You’re glad you weren’t in the group, on the flight or a cruise You’re singing the Novel Coronavirus blues
Bridge So you went to get more info from the sources that you know You rounded up statistics and that filled your mind with woe Finally you said, “Mom and dad, I don’t wanna be misled” They sat you down and shared their truth And this is what they said…
Verse 2 So the president’s cancelled classes and Zoom is our new friend No nurse or bathroom passes, all commutes are at an end Our reality is virtual, I’ll see you in the cloud With fits and starts we’ll lurch ‘n’ fall and end up feeling proud Mindset may be the only thing you can choose You’re singing the Novel Coronavirus blues