tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post1044933291767712095..comments2024-02-02T03:30:23.617-05:00Comments on Divinipotent Daily: Plan BMichele Hushhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-29710681603459973892013-08-18T19:31:37.895-04:002013-08-18T19:31:37.895-04:00Oh dear. Katherine, I do not like the sound of you...Oh dear. Katherine, I do not like the sound of your day at all. Not one single bit. Except for the end, of course, which seems to have turned out as well as it could, thanks to the kindness of strangers. <br /><br />It's not right that you should be going through this after what you've been going through this week with the surgery and the allergic reaction. Sometimes life stinks.<br /><br />I too have remembered Blanche's line since the moment I first heard it. It has always had that poignant sting for me, but your association might just change that. How excellent that it's risen above and become...meta. :-)<br /><br />I admire your loyalty to AT&T. I am loyal to some brands, but not that one. It goes back to the days before Bell was broken up and New York Telephone was our utility. They were the worst people on earth. They tortured me by disconnecting my phone every Friday for months. Sometimes they said I hadn't paid my bill (I had). A couple of times they said I'd sent them a letter saying they should turn it off (!!). Eventually they drove me so nuts that I threatened to pull my big, heavy, black phone-with-a-dial out of the wall and throw it at the first person I saw in their office, which wasn't far away. At that point they stopped turning off my phone, stopped sending me phone bills and sent a man to calm me down. But by then, I was their enemy.<br /><br />I sincerely hope your Sunday is better than your Saturday! Take care, thank you for commenting and keep in touch.Michele Hushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-58613523045289099612013-08-18T18:05:43.766-04:002013-08-18T18:05:43.766-04:00Good afternoon, Michele. There are a few blogs I&#...Good afternoon, Michele. There are a few blogs I'm delighted to see in my email. Yours is one of them. Borrowing Susan Champlin's phrase, I'm fond of the "Hushian view."<br /><br />My telephone was stolen on Friday afternoon at a salon in San Francisco. It was my first day out post-surgery and post-surgery surgical-adhesive reaction. Without being aware of the process, I was finally letting my mind, heart, muscles relax after the benign biopsy results, absentmindedly set my phone down on a counter, and someone spirited it away.<br /><br />Being an accidental techie in techie Northern California (or, as my techie cohort likes to call me, an "artsy-fartsy" techie), I've had a cell phone since the early 1990s. It was a gift. (A Nokia? The first one that I remember was the beautiful 1996 Motorola StarTAC.) I never used them much until I got a smart phone and entered a magical world where I could look up anything at anytime from anywhere, and I have never lost one. This loss hit me surprisingly hard. I suspect it was the surgery rather than the phone, but the loss of the phone, an expensive birthday gift from a friend who wished to replace my very old phone, which I had become wedded to despite its increasing incompatibility with its latest software releases, represented a significant financial hit.<br /><br />As a result, I spent my Saturday ascertaining that the data on my locked phone could not be accessed, examining the costs of a new telephone, and then driving to the Palo Alto AT&T store near where the late Steve Jobs lived, and that has been my AT&T store forever, or really since AT&T bought PacBell. (I am a brand-loyalty person stranded in a world of entrenched symbiotic disloyalty between product-producers and product-consumers.) Things began badly, but I was saved by an intelligent, compassionate salesperson to whom I exasperatedly expressed my unhappiness with AT&T's intentionally Kafkaesque business model. The young manager, dressed sweetly in a business suit (there are few business suit sightings anywhere in the vicinity of the corner of Page Mill and El Camino, near the venture capitalists and Stanford University in Silicon Valley) became involved, and I left with a new phone, acquired with a clever deal that he created for me, and after a long conversation with him and my salesperson about his MBA school applications to Stanford and Cal, and their fears, dream, goals. I asked for the name of the AT&T manager of these two people so I could send a note of thanks and admiration and was on my way.<br /><br />It had been a bad day, and a bad experience (and I do understand how relative that term is, and how lucky I am, but I've been mired in a run of bad experiences that is making the effort of rising above increasingly heavy lifting) that became an extraordinarily positive one.<br /><br />I thought of the small fact that years ago, shortly after college, when I first saw the film version of A Streetcar Named Desire, to which I came late, I wanted to remember the line, "Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers," so I picked up the nearest envelope and pen and happened to write those words on the envelope containing my birth certificate. I still have my birth certificate in that same envelope, so whenever I pull it from my files, I read those words. When Blanche utters them, they contain layers of tragic meaning, but transferred onto my envelope they have taken on both an ironic, and a more literal, positive feel. I thought of that today.<br /><br />And that is how I spent my Saturday. Thank you for asking. xo<br />Katherine C. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08834591103511225376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-27311613663807473932013-08-18T13:22:16.785-04:002013-08-18T13:22:16.785-04:00It surely is - so many things to do. I love Govern...It surely is - so many things to do. I love Governor's Island but haven't been there since shortly after they opened it to the public. We walked everywhere, and on a hot day it eventually made us leave some sights unseen. I'm thinking even an unwieldy bike might be a better option. Michele Hushhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979878503237070839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8574271952579140160.post-16505073381164422082013-08-18T11:17:57.712-04:002013-08-18T11:17:57.712-04:00A wonderful Hushian view of the details that make ...A wonderful Hushian view of the details that make up the glory of New York. Thank you for this, Michele! We spent our Saturday morning and afternoon on Governor's Island, maneuvering unwieldy rental bikes down the leafy lanes, and enjoying the antique French rides and games at the "Fête Paradiso." New York is just a riot of options, isn't it?Susan Champlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10048154401015032595noreply@blogger.com