So many things that I want to do, and some that I really should do, but the will often just isn’t there. A good book calls, a glass of wine and, of course, some quiet time with the special person in my life. However, it’s time I really made a decent start on building my small online shop, especially since the second book from my company is published today.
So, I shall take advantage of a little free time and the fact that my Love is working over the weekend and throw myself into the Internet work. I need to do it for many reasons: there is no good excuse for putting things off which will bring my publishing venture further forward, it is foolish to imagine everything can and will work one its own.
I had planned on creating a complete shop with its own domain name and software, but this seems to be a far too complicated method. Now I and looking at adding to my present publishing domain, making a sub-domain for the shop, and selling my own publications and those of other small presses and independent authors, if they want to be a part of it. Why go the most complicated way when a simple solution can give exactly the same, if not better results? Perhaps, before the weekend is over, I will be able to say: here, here it is.
Love & Kisses, Viki.
Jane Fonda is, apparently, scared of dying. I suspect that many people share much the same feeling, that they must, sooner or late, leave this small planet and take the inevitable step beyond life into an unknown or non-existent future. Death is something we all have in common, no matter who we are, where we come from, how rich or poor, good or bad we are or have been.
Many may well be of the opinion that Jane Fonda, at seventy-six, should have come to terms with what must happen one day many years ago. It’s not as if she is unintelligent, and certainly not that she can’t have known that death will visit her one day. And yet, according to an article in the Daily Mail, she hasn’t found the time to sit down and consider this future. It is also fair to say that she has had a life many other people envy, no matter how she may see it. But, at seventy-six, to complain that you have so little time left?
Perhaps she should be grateful for the many years she has already had, and enjoy these last years, no matter how many she may still have. It’s not as if she doesn’t have the means and resources.
- Viktoria Michaelis.
Sometimes it is hard to differentiate between one war and another. Haven’t we seen so many in the last few decades, since the (two) war(s) to end all wars? So much so that it is easy to get confused about what is being discussed. Take this small excerpt from a CNN video report by Bill Weir:
A place where men from the government fill giant barrels with explosives, and scrap metal, and rusted cutlery, they light the fuse, they kick it out of a helicopter into the neighborhoods below.
The report, about a four-year old boy photographed after he’d crossed the desert out of Syria, will undoubtedly bring back memories for some people and, in fact, one of those memories – Vietnam – is mentioned in the report. It is also designed, on a fairly even basis, to remind everyone that both sides in a conflict do the wrong thing, and the victims are those with no defense.
A small thought, though: if you didn’t know that the report refers to the conflict in Syria, if I hadn’t mentioned it here, would another country have come to mind? Perhaps Iran or Iraq? Possibly. And another country which used helicopters and high level explosives mixed with chemicals in a war against a civilian population?
It’s fine to condemn, but it should never be forgotten, those doing the condemning are often exactly the same people, the same countries, who were using such brutal methods not all that long ago.
- Viktoria Michaelis.
We all need that bit of security in our lives, that knowledge that things will not go wrong if we follow a certain path, fulfill certain tasks, stick to the rules. So with me too and, hardly a surprise, so it is also with my belief in how technology works, even if it is technology which I can only partially use and which, as I have written before, I fought against having for a long, long time. My cellphone.
I am one of those people who doesn’t want to have to check whether what I am using is up to date all the time but who relies on the inbuilt mechanisms to ensure nothing is missed. On my cellphone I have automatic updates activated which, as I have now discovered, doesn’t seem to make any difference at all. To put it bluntly, the automatic updates haven’t been updating automatically.
I discovered this fact of life when trying to download a new application to my cell. After the long wait until Google Playstore finally connected, I was told that my Android software is not compatible with the Android version of the application. Wonderful, I thought, and why?
Another two examples, from this blog, of why everyone who uses the Internet should protect their work. In the first example I show how many multiple clicks per second have resulted in someone being blocked or throttled (their access slowed down) recently. This is where a bot or a human has repeatedly clicked on a refresh or a new post and where it is possible to imagine someone is trying to cause a system crash.
Needless to say, with the right protection it doesn’t work. Their access is slowed down so that the system is not overloaded or, the best solution for the Russian and Bulgarian IPs, they are blocked completely.
And this example above shows how many have tried to login to my site but some means, either through the login page or through a similar admin command.
This happens to all of us, whether we see it or not. Protection, if you want to keep your site as your site and not have someone take it over or use it to send out spam, is vital!
- Viktoria Michaelis.
Probably the biggest, best night of the entire school year, one which we all look forward to, have all looked forward to and, as we all know, we all want to look our absolute best for this one night: Prom Night. But not all of us are that good with a needle and thread, not all of us can create a tiptop fashion dress just like that, no matter how long we plan, no matter how long we work at it, much as many of us want to. Luckily there is the Internet.
There are, of course, plenty of shops we can go to, try this dress on, that dress, back to the first dress, but there is always that thought in the back of our minds that someone will pick out exactly the same, that we will be twinned with someone on that one night when we wish to stand out, be the Queen of the Ball, and grab everyone’s attention.
Photo Source: JenJenHouse
And, let’s be honest, there isn’t that big a selection in most High Street shops, even in the bigger cities What we need, and this was certainly the case for me back in the day, is an exclusive, stunning creation no one else is going to have and in a quality no one else can match for a good price. That’s where JenJenHouse comes in: a massive selection, at wonderful prices and, best of all, a selection which can match all the rules and regulations various schools throw at us.
I was trying to figure out what it was about La Vie d’Adèle which really attracted me. To be honest, there is plenty I could mention. I could almost fill this short post with a long list of things which got to me – especially when it comes to the standard of acting and how lifelike the actresses managed to make the characters. In the end, after much thought, I cut myself down to two small aspects relatively close to the beginning of the film.
The first is when Adèle and one of her classmates is sitting on the fire exit steps. They talk to one another, they’ve known each other for years, and then, out of the blue, the classmate kisses Adèle. This caught me simply because it brought back memories of my own schooldays, and one memory in particular. The similarities between the two events, the film and my real life experience, are so close that it caught me right in my heart, even though I needed – it’s been a few years and I had pushed everything from back then out of my mind – a while to remember, to compare. Perhaps it’s a good thing that my life didn’t follow that of Adèle and this first kiss.
The second is where Adèle kisses Emma for the first time, as they lie together basking in the sunshine of a local park. I felt her hesitance, the insecurity, the knowledge that she was taking a risk with someone she hardly even knew. I’ve been through that too.
Love & Kisses, Viki.
It is amazing how far Nature has come over the centuries. In the beginning – all depending on what you believe – there was a slim being which gradually evolved into life as we know it today, growing into different species of animal and, eventually, the human species. Male, female and everything in-between grew from these simple origins to populate our world. Man, the theoretically greatest of all creations, has come a long way since those days. We have taken over the world and turned it almost exclusively into something we can use to further our own ends, at the cost of many other animals and life forms.
Now, it seems, we have gone a stage further. Not just the ability to create life using fertilization techniques and test tubes, but also a gender-crossing ability to give birth.
Of course, if you read between the lines you’ll appreciate that Edwin Edwards, despite the advances in technology and his age, hasn’t given birth to a child. He hasn’t developed a uterus or been impregnated by someone else, hasn’t gone through the stress of pregnancy or the birth-right.
It seems strange, to me at least, that the male of our species is always congratulated on the birth of a child when the bulk of the work is carried out by the female. Is this a sign of continued sexual discrimination? Or is it just that a man was still capable of producing enough sperm in advanced years of a high enough quality to impregnate a woman? Perhaps the woman is unimportant, or her name isn’t known. Perhaps she’s of an ideal age to bear children, which makes this short Tweet hardly unusual, were it not for the fact that Edwin Edwards gains the fame, and the real worker, the mother stands outside of the limelight.
- Viktoria Michaelis.
It’s late, and I’m not going to write much simply because I have to be up early, as usual, in the morning. We went to the cinema this evening, a girl’s night out without all the partying! The film we had chosen, for reasons which will be clear in a moment, was La Vie d’Adèle with Léa Seydoux and Adèle Exarchopoulos, a very moving, emotional, exceptional film on the Coming Out of a young woman, her deep relationship and love with all its ups and downs.
I wasn’t sure what it would be like, not having heard anything about it before, wasn’t even sure of the storyline, but I’m glad that we saw it and, if we get a chance, we’ll try to watch it again. Not just for the very explicit sex scenes – which had us both watering at the mouth, but for the wonderful storyline and, above all else, the acting. There is something about French films in this genre that no other country is capable of producing!
The only problem was the audience, what there was of it. We had a pair in front of us who spoke, loud, to one another at the most awkward moments, and I don’t mean the sex scenes, and another, older couple in front of them who simply couldn’t hold their tongues either. They managed to ruin every single one of the more moving scenes, the tragic moments, with their total lack of understanding, their total lack of consideration for other people. I could have slapped all four of them, but I don’t think that would have made too much difference. Sad, because the film was worthy of the Golden Palm it won, and more. Perhaps we’ll have more luck with the audience if we get the chance to see the film again….
Love & Kisses, Viki.
The German press is full of the latest scandal to hit political circles: a well thought of politician has been accused of purchasing child pornography from a Canadian company and accusations are flying in all directions. There are three main threads to this story. In the first we have the politician himself: accused of purchasing photographs of young boys over a period of time. He has resigned his post and taken a government minister with him. The second surrounds the method in which the accusations might have been made known to the politician, and whether he was warned of the investigation in advance. The third is a series of government moves to cover themselves and to prevent another scandal blowing up in the future, along with suggestions that the purchase of anything bordering on child pornography be made illegal.
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One thing must be made clear, and a few have managed to mention this in their various statements of defense: the politician is suspected of purchasing borderline child pornography and is under investigation. So far there has been no proof that the images he purchased are pornographic, which is why these images have been termed ‘borderline’. Exactly what is involved has not yet been revealed but the suggestion is that the images are merely of nude children and not necessarily, according to the letter of the law, pornographic images. That is, photographs where some form of sexual activity is taking place. Of greater concern to government officials, however, are the circumstances surrounding the investigation being made public.