Day two of the iPad-only experiment and Dark Tomorrows

It's Thursday, the great pretender. Today, though, I'm not buying it. It feels exactly like Thursday ought to feel, which is deep into the week and with a first faint whisp of hope for a coming couple of days of down time. Thursday jumps out and says, "Guess who I am now?" I reply, with confidence, "Thursday." If Thursday is disappointed it doesn't show this early in the day.

Day one of the forced iPad-only experiment went just fine. Here is what I wanted to do yesterday but couldn't: send an email with four documents attached, and print a file. There is no way to do that (apart from images). Because the file directory structure is not exposed in iOS, you have to rely on third part apps which offer an option to email the file you are working with. That makes it a one at a time proposition. Printing is marginally supported, but not with the very old network printer in my office. So I use an app running only laptop which makes any printers it can see available to my iPad. Works great when the laptop is running. Since it is dead, so is my ability to print.

Still, those were the only two things I was frustrated by yesterday. Go Hermes! I still haven't been willing to tackle that presentation I need to be working on, though.

Today's commute music was interesting. Folk, jazz, rock, jazz, rock. It finished up with Cockburn's All Our Dark Tomorrows. The song was written during the most-recent Bush administration (which is probably obvious given the opening line) and the lyrics are lastingly superb:

The village idiot takes the throne
His the wind in which all must sway
All sane people, die now
Be lifted up and carried away
You've got no home in this world of sorrows

There's a parasite feeding on
Everybody's bag of rage
What goes out returns again
To smite the mouth and burn the page
Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows

I can see in the dark it's where I used to live
I see excess and the gaping need
Follow the money - see where it leads
It's to shrunken men stuffed up with greed
They meet and make plans in strange half-lit tableaux

Under the rain of all our dark tomorrows

You've got no home in this world of sorrows

Today's full playlist:

- Bruce Cockburn: A Long-Time Love Song
- Claude Bolling & Stephan Grapelli: De Partout Et D'Ailleurs
- Traveling Wilburys: Dirty World
- Karl Denson: A Shorter Path #1
- Bruce Cockburn: All Our Dark Tomorrows


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