“Stop” is my frequent request to quiet the voice that comes out of a globe too often unwanted and unasked and always unaware of my mood and needs. It blabbers nonsense, it’s overly friendly, Alexa, a pretender, a sales robot, eager to please. But I am not buying.
My book “Losing It All” is now a hardcover, a paperback, and, of course, an eBook. Not just at Amazon globally, but also at Lulu and Barnes and Noble. What an exciting week it has been to see it all come to life. Fly, little book, I’ve set you free.
Roulade, with red cabbage. One of my favorite dishes as well.
I have a love-hate relationship with Wikipedia and deal with it in the same, almost insane way I deal with Amazon. I use it because it’s convenient, I trust neither. Both companies (or services) give me for a short time the illusion that they actually might care about me, the paying customer, or in Wikipedia’s case, the frugal donor, who dares to only give them the $1 they actually asked for. Come to think of it, perhaps it’s not so much a donation, but the tip I am willing to pay for a flawed service.
I never wanted an Alexa or a Siri, they come with our phones and with Amazon Fire TV, yet they have be shunned by us to live in silence, waiting forever to hear our voice allowing them to come to live, doomed to wait for whatever short-lived life they -and we- might have.
Just recently I left a rare 5-star review for an electronic fruitfly trap, which I had bought when I feared I would lose all my marbles when all the fruit flies and gnats in North America had a meeting at our house.
I was searching for a new vacuum cleaner, my old one had finally died, after years of abuse in my workroom. I was searching online, hoped to find a new cheap, upright-suction-wonder machine that would help me to shrink the cushion inserts.