Kennzeichen
War eben Auto anmelden und musste dann Kennzeichen machen lassen. Die Frau vom Amt hat mich schon gewarnt, dass die Preise ziemlich schwanken und ich auf jeden Fall mehrere fragen soll.
Am Ausgang holt mich dann gleich so ein dicker einschüchternder Mann ab und führt mich zu einem Stand. Das ist also der Pimp. Dort sagt die Frau dass es € 75 kosten würde. Im Netz stand was von ca 30. Ich laufe also raus, da kommt ihre Kollegin: wir machen es für € 25. Dem stimmte ich zu. Beim weglaufen fragt mich dann einer (mit Schildern in der Hand) wieviel ich bezahlt hätte, ich sage € 25, darauf meinte er, ich hätte es 3 Türen weiter für € 15 bekommen. Er hat also offenbar gerade Preis Marktforschung betrieben.
Ich hasse diese Art, Geschäfte zu machen und bin nur froh, dass die Leute dafür den ganzen Tag in solchen widerlichen Buden sein müssen und Nummernschilder drucken.
Es gibt also ausgleichende Gerechtigkeit.
Text to speech
Text to Speech in Mac OS X Lion – German. Sounds pretty good!!
Heute
Griechenland bekommt Geld, Japan strahlt, USA Pleiteauf hohem Niveau, Afrika immer noch bitterarm, Asien kopiert fleissig, Australien bohrt, Eis schmilzt.
Ist doch alles wie immer?
The ordeal of having my own data
So, as announced, I’m working on actually having all posts and everything on my page and integrating it into the big networking site via some form of feed or automatic posting system.
This process used to be very very simple a couple of years ago. Get a plug-in for WordPress for the respective service, activate, fill in settings, done. And it usually worked.
This is no longer the case. First, I have to get a developer account with Facebook, which I really didn’t want to do and second, the authentication process and the settings of the plug-in for WordPress (Wordbook) shows different things than what Facebook requires now.
So to make it short: From what it looks like to me, Facebook seems to change all these API settings on a fairly regular basis and in short time intervals. The only logical explanation in my opinion is, that they are working hard on keeping people like me from accomplishing their goal of both using the platform but at the same time keeping all data, pictures, videos and the likes locally. From a strategic standpoint this makes total sense for Facebook, nay, it’s actually required, because else they couldn’t capitalize at all on our activity. And their argument is probably summed up in one word: “security”.
But for me, this is the exact reason why I’m doing what I’m trying to do. And I will keep working on it so that whenever I decide that Facebook is no longer an option for me, I can at least keep a lot of what I wrote, collected posted.
I suggest to all of you to do the same.
I’m going
I am working on leaving Facebook and Twitter. The main reason is, that I want to have my data, comments and content still available once these companies decide to change their service in ways, that I might not like.
That will happen and does happen:
http://www.staynalive.com/2011/05/twitter-and-facebook-both-quietly-kill.html
New password
Documentary – soldiers ate waking up
Unfortunately I can’t watch this and it’s a shame that I can’t.
Who puts singing behind dialogue???? It doesn’t work and it’s manipulative to no end, even though I understand it emotionally and it manipulates in the direction I like, but it takes energy away from what the people actually say and that’s what I like to hear. Not the sappy song.
Please documentary filmmakers, make sure people hear what you want to say and don’t editorialize too much with subliminal messages. That’s how the other side operates, we have to be better than that.
http://video.ak.fbcdn.net/cfs-ak-snc6/83879/186/208301645849386_47813.mp4?oh=6fdd3419908a2de6cfa30e17a632249b&oe=4DCCAE00&__gda__=1305259520_7fe34abc9d0ce81c930d61b28e11defe
Schmarotzer
Es ist schon wirklich traurig, wie mit öffentlichen Geldern umgegangen wird und wie wenig das die Menschen in Aufruhr bringt.
Mir jedenfalls stinkt das gewaltig!
http://www.taz.de/1/leben/medien/artikel/1/das-gezocke-von-erfurt/
Test
Panic by Hans Hafner


