#charging cable kindle

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[greaseonmymouth]

this appears only to work if you actually have a kindle. I do not, and have always refused to buy one. I have had the kindle reading app on my phone and ipad for 10+ years, and my account is linked - I just tested it by asking amazon to send and older title to my phone, and it appeared on the app. if anyone knows a workaround for this I'm all ears. I have 15 titles from indie authors in my amazon account I'd love to download and preserve.

Just a quick note from your friendly neighborhood bookworm/indie author

if you use kindle for the majority of your library, they will be shutting down the function that allows you to download your files and transfer them via USB on the 26th of February. Which doesn't sound like a huge deal, but this also means that if a book is taken off Amazon for any reason—like it being banned—they can scrape it off your kindle as well. So maybe backup your library?

[nefastidies]

Inspired by "Implicit Demand for Proof" by imperialhuxness

-1-

“I need you on the ground,” Ren says instead, measured, but tight-strung as a grappling cable. Apparently sensing the retort on the tip of Hux’s tongue, he continues, “But I’m not taking you into the thick of combat.”

Hux thins his lips, keeps up the patient tone. “That’s where this team and I will be most effective.”

“At too high a risk.”

Since when do you care about risks? Hux barely bites back, instead manages, level, “Nothing we do is without risk.”

Ren’s gaze flashes with an insistence that isn’t anger. His eyes are like coals, waiting for a spark. “I’m not taking you into that firefight.”

Really.

Fucking really.

“So you won’t take me into a firefight,” Hux lowers his voice to a hiss, but it still reverbs under the high ceiling, “yet you dragged me ten klicks below the surface of Coruscant.”

“Well, maybe I--” Ren hesitates, gnawing his lips. His gaze drops to the mosaic tile between their boots, then flickers back to Hux’s face. “I shouldn’t have.”

Hux is too pissed off to bask in the near-admission of wrong. “Well, you can compensate by bringing me this time, when it makes actual, tactical sense.”

“You’re not going into a combat zone.”

“I was born and raised in a--”

Ren’s voice drops to a whisper. “That’s an order,” he says, invoking it almost gently, below earshot of the men.

Hux purses his lips, aware of his surroundings again. Of the absolute indecorum of this argument.

Around himself and Ren, three officers stare at their feet, four tap too aggressively at their datapads. The two trooper commanders confer in whispers about a new blaster model. Mitaka seems interested in the mosaic on the floor.

“Yes, sir,” Hux forces out, Academy pert, and the gathered staff returns more or less to professional attention.

--- -2-

Hux whirls toward the sound as a massive shape bursts through the treeline, scattering leaves. Some sort of megafauna. Some sort of monster.

The creature’s smooth skin glistens livid green, its underbelly sickly pale. Its mouth opens wide, baring short, sharp teeth like a Rodian fly-trap’s. It has six legs, each ending in a crustacean pincer, which stab the ground with each step. It reeks of rot and salt, as if it just crawled out of brackish water.

Hux’s pulse skyrockets, and he jumps back on adrenaline. Why do you ever leave the ship, every time you leave the ship it’s some shit like this, every goddamn time—

He yells to Ren that they should run, even as the creature screeches again, lunges toward them.

But Ren stays put. “You should run.”

And Hux would. He would, but he’s already several meters back, and the soles of his boots weigh a kiloton. He’s rooted to the ground. The blood pounds in his ears, and he can’t move, can’t think.

The thing screeches. It’s high-pitched. It rends the air. Its movements ruffle the foliage around it. Its pincers break the damp earth.

Ren steps in front of Hux. Into its path.

--- -3-

But Yago’s lips still twist into something unbearably self-satisfied. “General Armitage Hux,” he says, “was executed six months ago on a charge of high treason. So even if Hux were alive, it would be my sworn duty to have him shot in the back of the head.”

It hits like a blow. Phantom pain lances through his leg, between his ribs. Yago’s right. There’s no defense when he’s--

Before Hux can formulate one, Ren’s gaze kindles. “I’m Supreme Leader,” he returns, typical thoughtless clapback. “I hereby pardon him.”

(Typical thoughtless clapback.)

Everyone knows traitors receive no mercy.

--- -4-

A humanoid figure emerges from the shadows like he’s been waiting there. In two strides, he closes the distance to Hux and Ren. It’s clear he’s part alien, skin teal-tinged and marked with pale striations. His voice is somewhat rough with drink, but his movements are smooth, purposeful, eyes trained on Hux.

“Thought you could just slip out with your date?” he spits.

There are far bigger concerns than correcting the assumption.

“What?” Hux returns, elegantly.

“The bartender told me you were coming this way,” the man says, ill-concealed rage contorting his mouth. “Got a lot more nerve than I’d give you credit for, showing your face like this.”

Shit. Hux’s pulse picks up, and for a second the alley takes on the sharp edges of panic. You knew this would happen eventually, you knew -- Stop.

“I’m sorry,” he says, tamping down the worst case scenario, “what are you--” 

But it’s like he doesn’t even hear it. 

“Kind of man that’ll pull a trigger from a thousand lightyears away. Not even the guts to look at what you’d done.” The man’s eyes flash with the sort of hatred Hux actually recognizes. “My wife was on Courtsilius, General Hux .”

The man takes a step closer, and Hux is about to spread his hands and explain with a baffled simper that he’s got the wrong person. That the Hosnian ‘Cataclysm’ was an unspeakable tragedy and a monstrous war crime.

But before he can speak, sulfurous green ignites in his periphery. The air hums, cracks with the sudden whiff of ozone. The blade of the antique saber impales the man’s chest.

--- -5-

Ren shakes his head. “But I still need you,” he says, eyes glittering, desperate, searching. “What about weapons dev? And you can actually conduct diplomacy--”

Hux cracks a smile. “That’s going a bit far.”

Ren huffs a laugh, but doesn’t indulge him. “You balance me,” he continues. “I don’t know what I’ll do. I love you.”

Hux’s pulse drops into his stomach. His spine stiffens, more from surprise than actual discomfort. It isn’t a concept with which he’s familiar. But it’s right, somehow. As Ren’s eyes search his face, curious but unshrinking, he can’t deny it.

[foldingfittedsheets]

My kindle battery was dying and I was like. Theres no way that this mattress store in which nothing is ever thrown away doesn’t have a micro-USB cable somewhere.

I was charging my kindle within five minutes.

[fromkenari]

A mass of fools and knaves

The full email exchange between Alex Claremont Diaz and Prince Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor from Chapter Nine of Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. Put here for my best friend to read.

A mass of fools and knaves A agcd@eclare45.com                8/10/20 1:04 AM to Henry H, Have you ever read any of Alexander Hamilton’s letters to John Laurens? What am I saying? Of course you haven’t. You’d probably be disinherited for revolutionary sympathies. Well, since I got the boot from the campaign, there is literally nothing for me to do but watch cable news (diligently chipping away at my brain cells by the day) and sort through all my old shit from college. Just looking at papers, thinking: Excellent, yes, I’m so glad I stayed up all night writing this for a 98 in the class, only to get summarily fired from the first job I ever had and exiled to my bedroom! Great job, Alex! Is this how you feel in the palace all the time? It fucking sucks, man. So anyway, I’m going through my college stuff, and I find this analysis I did of Hamilton’s wartime correspondence, and hear me out: I think Hamilton could have been bi. His letters to Laurens are almost as romantic as his letters to his wife. Half of them are signed “Yours” or “Affectionately yrs,” and the last one before Laurens died is signed “Yrs for ever.” I can’t figure out why nobody talks about the possibility of a Founding Father being not straight (outside of Chernow’s biography, which is great btw, see attached bibliography). I mean, I know why, but. Anyway, I found this part of a letter he wrote to Laurens, and it made me think of you. And me, I guess: The truth is I am an unlucky honest man, that speak my sentiments to all and with emphasis. I say this to you because you know it and will not charge me with vanity. I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you … Thinking about history makes me wonder how I’ll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too. I kinda wish people still wrote like that. History, huh? Bet we could make some. Affectionately yrs, slowly going insane, Alex, First Son of Founding Father Sacrilege

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 239-241). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves Henry hwales@kensingtonemail.com                8/10/20 4:18 AM to A Alex, First Son of Masturbatory Historical Readings: The phrase “see attached bibliography” is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me. Every time you mention your slow decay inside the White House, I can’t help but feel it’s my fault, and I feel absolutely shit about it. I’m sorry. I should have known better than to turn up at a thing like that. I got carried away; I didn’t think. I know how much that job meant to you. I just want to … you know. Extend the option. If you wanted less of me, and more of that—the work, the uncomplicated things—I would understand. Truly. In any event … Believe it or not, I have actually done a bit of reading on Hamilton, for a number of reasons. First, he was a brilliant writer. Second, I knew you were named after him (the pair of you share an alarming number of traits, by the by: passionate determination, never knowing when to shut up, &c &c). And third, some saucy tart once tried to impugn my virtue against an oil painting of him, and in the halls of memory, some things demand context. Are you angling for a revolutionary soldier role-play scenario? I must inform you, any trace of King George III blood I have would curdle in my very veins and render me useless to you. Or are you suggesting you’d rather exchange passionate letters by candlelight? Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all? I think perhaps Hamilton said it better in a letter to Eliza: You engross my thoughts too intirely to allow me to think of any thing else—you not only employ my mind all day; but you intrude upon my sleep. I meet you in every dream—and when I wake I cannot close my eyes again for ruminating on your sweetness. If you did decide to take the option mentioned at the start of this email, I do hope you haven’t read the rest of this rubbish. Regards, Haplessly Romantic Heretic Prince Henry the Utterly Daft

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 241-243). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves A agcd@eclare45.com                8/10/20 5:36 AM to Henry H, Please don’t be stupid. No part of any of this will ever be uncomplicated. Anyway, you should be a writer. You are a writer. Even after all this, I still always feel like I want to know more of you. Does that sound crazy? I just sit here and wonder, who is this person who knows stuff about Hamilton and writes like this? Where does someone like that even come from? How was I so wrong? It’s weird because I always know things about people, gut feelings that usually lead me in more or less the right direction. I do think I got a gut feeling with you, I just didn’t have what I needed in my head to understand it. But I kind of kept chasing it anyway, like I was just going blindly in a certain direction and hoping for the best. I guess that makes you the North Star? I wanna see you again and soon. I keep reading that one paragraph over and over again. You know which one. I want you back here with me. I want your body and I want the rest of you too. And I want to get the fuck out of this house. Watching June and Nora on TV doing appearances without me is torture. We have this annual thing at my dad’s lake house in Texas. Whole long weekend off the grid. There’s a lake with a pier, and my dad always cooks something fucking amazing. You wanna come? I kind of can’t stop thinking about you all sunburned and pretty sitting out there in the country. It’s the weekend after next. If Shaan can talk to Zahra or somebody about flying you into Austin, we can pick you up from there. Say yes? Yrs, Alex P.S. Allen Ginsberg to Peter Orlovsky—1958: Tho I long for the actual sunlight contact between us I miss you like a home. Shine back honey & think of me.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 243-245). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

Re: A mass of fools and knaves Henry hwales@kensingtonemail.com                8/10/20 8:22 PM to A Alex, If I’m north, I shudder to think where in God’s name we’re going. I’m ruminating on identity and your question about where a person like me comes from, and as best as I can explain it, here’s a story: Once, there was a young prince who was born in a castle. His mother was a princess scholar, and his father was the most handsome, feared knight in all the land. As a boy, people would bring him everything he could ever dream of wanting. The most beautiful silk clothes, ripe fruit from the orangery. At times, he was so happy, he felt he would never grow tired of being a prince. He came from a long, long line of princes, but never before had there been a prince quite like him: born with his heart on the outside of his body. When he was small, his family would smile and laugh and say he would grow out of it one day. But as he grew, it stayed where it was, red and visible and alive. He didn’t mind it very much, but every day, the family’s fear grew that the people of the kingdom would soon notice and turn their backs on the prince. His grandmother, the queen, lived in a high tower, where she spoke only of the other princes, past and present, who were born whole. Then, the prince’s father, the knight, was struck down in battle. The lance tore open his armor and his body and left him bleeding in the dust. And so, when the queen sent new clothes, armor for the prince to parcel his heart away safe, the prince’s mother did not stop her. For she was afraid, now: afraid of her son’s heart torn open too. So the prince wore it, and for many years, he believed it was right. Until he met the most devastatingly gorgeous peasant boy from a nearby village who said absolutely ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years and who turned out to be the most mad sort of sorcerer, one who could conjure up things like gold and vodka shots and apricot tarts out of absolutely nothing, and the prince’s whole life went up in a puff of dazzling purple smoke, and the kingdom said, “I can’t believe we’re all so surprised.” I’m in for the lake house. I must admit, I’m glad you’re getting out of the house. I worry you may burn the thing down. Does this mean I’ll be meeting your father? I miss you. x Henry P.S. This is mortifying and maudlin and, honestly, I hope you forget it as soon as you’ve read it. P.P.S. From Henry James to Hendrik C. Andersen, 1899: May the terrific U.S.A. be meanwhile not a brute to you. I feel in you a confidence, dear Boy–which to show is a joy to me. My hopes and desires and sympathies right heartily and most firmly, go with you. So keep up your heart, and tell me, as it shapes itself, your (inevitably, I imagine, more or less weird) American story. May, at any rate, tutta quella gente be good to you.

McQuiston, Casey. Red, White & Royal Blue: A Novel (pp. 245-247). St. Martin's Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

[astrid696]

I mostly work at the larger location of my 2 stores and don't get to read much. At the start of our story, I’m elated as I'm scheduled to work a full shift alone at the small store I'll have time to read! While we do have downtime at the larger location, we also tend to have multiple people on staff and I cannot focus enough to read in a manner that I enjoy. I do all the usual openings task for work, set up my personal devices, and as I open my Kindle, I see something that derails my plans for the day.

Displayed on my screen is a sad, mostly empty, white page reading, "Low battery. Please charge device," blocking me from what should be dozens of books. Saddened, but not deterred, I plug in my device to charge. l go about playing a video game I brought instead and make a note to check on the charging process later. A few hours pass so I open the Kindle cover and find myself facing the same message of low battery. Thinking nothing of it other than, "Wow, it was really dead," I go back to my game.

As I'm packing up my things at the end of the day, I decide to press the power button to check the battery percentage again when I see something odd... The screen hasn't changed still ?? Okay? something isn't right. I am absolutely sure the charging components are functional so it has be some something with the e-reader, but I need to head home now so I'll look at it then.

I get settled in my comfy clothes later and google search the error message to see if it's a common issue. It is and huzzah, there are fixes! "Whelp, let the corrective montage begin," I chuckle to myself as I picture a video media styled time-lapse of a similarly mundane task and get to work.

I hold the power button for 40 seconds to reset it as suggested by many online platforms (Reddit, amazon support, quota, etc.) to no avail.. Hmm, so not just an error message. Maybe it is _really_ dead. Not ‘never turn on again’ dead, just ‘need hours to get out of bed’ dead

I plug it in for 24 hours, in hopes that the screen would show me my digital library once that small button of life is pressed afterwards... only to greeted by the same message staring back at me.-sigh- Go to factory reset again as at least now it should be fully charged and... Nothing, no response.

Thinking that the charging port might be damaged, I put it on wireless charging for another 24 hours in attempts to accomplish what the charge port could not. My friends, it was not the charging port and the third attempt of a factory reset still isn't helping anything.

After days of sitting in anticipation and my bubble of hope being repeatedly deflated, I STILL don't have a working Kindle. My current reads (books) patiently waiting for me in the darkness of that device's storage drive.

I try a different approach the next day. Maybe if I plug it into my computer, I can find the device and force a reset that way. I looked online and found that this path has worked for some users so I move forward with the plan...

I grab the cable that is already plugged into my tower, turn on my computer, plug in my Kindle, and wait for the My Files screen to pop up. There's this not-so-subtle ringing of alarm bells going off in the furthest part of my brain with a little sign saying 'device not found' (that we've all seen after plugging in a flash drive) trying to take up all the visual space in my mind's eye, but I ignore it. I open My Files manually and search for a new storage device. Nothing found so I disconnect the cable a few time. After that, I have to concede that my computer doesn't even register my e-reader is plugged in.

I am defeated again, but I will not give up.

I don't know what else to try, though.

Nothing I have done has been able to fix this error.

I tell my roommate my journey so far and they ask if I want advice for this, to which I nod. They turn towards me and utter words that are not to be spoken lightly, "Have you reached out to tech support?" Tech support?!?!? I haven't needed to call on any tech support for years! We know the horror stories in our household. IT Crowd is one of our favourite shows and I WAS tech support for a few years, no less. I sit there with an incredulous look on my face and no words are needed to convey what I want this person to understand. I amusingly sigh and they, with silly grin on their face, turn away laughing and I can just hear the unspoken words said in jest... "They might be able to help you turn it off and back on again."

**Now for those that don't know the woes of tech support: More often than not, a phone call IT receives is a reminder in the human races lack of technological understanding instead of fixing actual device or software errors. The people who work in this department are a testiment to the resilience of the human mind with the things they have to deal with. I love helping people, but when the question I ask the caller is, “Have you tried turning it off and back on again,” while then having to figure out which button they think the power is… I am not fit for all jobs. If you want a comedic version for now, please go watch the first episode of IT Crowd.** Back to the story:

I don't want to call tech support. I don't like talking to strangers on the phone as it takes a lot of mental energy to do and all I want is to curl up on the couch with a large blanket while eating chips when I'm done… I can definitely figure this out my myself.

So I ignore that option for a several days. I try the same things over and over again, hoping something might change, but never does this is the definition of insanity. I then ignore the Kindle itself for a few days; my books abandoned so that I don't have to talk to a stranger who will think I'm an idiot. My Kindle hasn't worked for going on 2 weeks at this point.

This morning my roommate was leaving for work and they saw the error message still on my Kindle. "Maybe it's time to replace it," they say empathetically, "There's a reason my current one is called Kindle 7 as I have to get a new one every 2-3 years. How old is yours?" I have had this Kindle for just shy of two years. 6 days from now, on March 5, will be it's birthday and I don't want to replace it yet. I tell them the age with a sigh and a nod that says 'I'll think about that option' as they walk out the door, waving goodbye.

I go about my day with the electronic in question in my peripheral view and after a few hours, I decide I would prefer to talk to a stranger than buy a new device. I muster up the courage needed while trying to calm the social anxiety to call this stranger for help.

Now... what happens next is only explainable by the gods as I have no clue what happened

I pick up my phone and with my kindle in hand, dial tech support. The automated system prompts take a few minutes and I fidget with the button on my Kindle while waiting to reach a human being. As the last auto prompt listens to my request for a person, the charging light on my Kindle blinks between orange and green a few times.

A person comes on the line; I explain that I have a Kindle that I need help with as I stare at the blinking light. He informs me that I need to be transfered to Kindle department (expected).

The second I hear the transfer music, my Kindle's screen changes to an update page that loads through so quickly that by the time the hold music ends less than 30 seconds later, I am staring at my collection of books and laughing.

I realize the Tech has asked for my name and I give him that. I follow up with the short explanation of why I'm laughing/no longer need his help. We commiserate and hang up the phone after connecting over an unwritten rule of working with electronics. "If it doesn't work, show the problem to someone else and the universe will automatically fix it while they're watching."

TLDR: After 2 weeks of not having a functional kindle, it randomly decided to start working again as soon as I called the IT department for assistance.

[asinglemagpie]

Ancient iPad with Kindle app is at 90-something%

Kindle is on charge.

Phone going on charge when I finish Duolingo because I'll be posting to tumblr from that tomorrow.

Cables all within reach so I can switch between devices as necessary when the other needs to be charged.

It's so soon!

[bonfire-at-the-crossroads]

Worst birthday ever.

I’ve had 69 of them, so I should know.

Storm Eowyn wrecked the entire country of ireland - and she is not prepared to return it to any kind of usefulness.

I will recount the number of things which have gone horribly wrong in the last week - so there will be a record remaining when my rotting corpse is discovered sometime next July.

We knew the storm was coming. Bought wood, kindling, coal, topped up the old oil lamps, bought groceries - and drove down to deliver the framed prints to the MEE’s early afternoon. All of this was my idea and my insistence. Brian tried to purchase something online a couple days earlier, it was declined, a fraud warning was issued - and they shut down his bank card. It was instantaneous and irrevocable. Forty bucks worth of long distance phone call later - he was told they would send him a new card “it will arrive in three days”

It won’t. I’m guessing it will NEVER arrive, which leaves Brian with no money whatsoever.

The MEE’s owe me $ for the last month of work, so I figured I’d go get some cash. We arrived, everyone was in tears. Poor old Beau the dog had been run over an hour earlier. Awful stuff, and we spoke together for quite awhile.

Here’s where it gets interesting. Turns out that the MEE’s auctions are now a separate entity from Bryan and Katie - who have gone on to form their own antiques business. This is a wallop. Who pays me? Why are there awkward silences, and what smells like bad blood among the family members? I am really uncomfortable.

Holly transferred the money into the bank account. We drove home.

The storm hit at 4:00 AM. I’d insisted on parking the car along the gable end of the house for fear of falling trees. An enormous branch is now lying along the electric wires in front of the house. It rests on the high-tension cable AND the regular power lines - so nobody in their right mind is going to remove it. We must wait for the lads in Hi-Viz with the repair truck to deal with this.

The entire country lost power. Roofs are gone, entire forests are resting across power lines and roadways - and it will take months and months to get stuff cleaned up. If ever.

We have no electricity.

To be completely clear about this? No power.?

No refrigerator so everything is quietly rotting.

No heat. There is snow on the ground.

No internet

No phone service - the cell towers are down.

No way to charge the phones - unless you sit in the car and plug the little Jack into the cigarette lighter….as I am doing now.

No light

No tv

No running water - the pumping station pumps have burned out and “we are looking to source others. Sorry for the inconvenience “ (we are now flushing the toilet with buckets of water pulled from the pond. )

This will continue for at least another week - probably more.

———————————-

Gee. That sounds awful.

It gets better.

The car won’t start.

It just blinks. Bri got it going after screwing around with the shift about ten times. But refuses to take it to a mechanic “it’s fine. They won’t know what’s wrong anyway. ITS FINE.”

————————

Pat arrived late yesterday and gave us the loan of a generator! He potchkied a plug-strip onto it (the plug which comes into the generator is a peculiar configuration called a site-plug, and there’s no way to plug in any sort of household outlet.)

Brian has been obsessing over not being able to watch his football games. He actually planned to “go to a pub in Ballyshannon, and set up to watch the games there. First game starts at 6:00, last game ends at 1:00 AM.”

I had to tell him that this was SO FUCKED UP I can’t even believe he would think such a thing. “You plan on leaving me alone in the cold and the dark with no phone or way to find help - while you sit in a bar for seven hours, having a few beers - then driving home in the wee hours?”

This is the state of my husband. The mind reels….

Last night? He was so happy with the generator that he could watch football. He set up in his chair - tv on, internet plugged in. He added a lamp. He added a little space heater. But this was not quite enough for him. He added a SECOND heater.

And blew the generator.

I spent the next three hours pulling apart five different electric plug strips - and wiring them into the site plug. To no avail.

——————-

Have spent the afternoon galloping across the border to buy new strips.

Also more lamp oil. Matches. Cat food.. milk. And water. All of which are my idea, because apparently he is a child who cannot look at ANYTHING and extrapolate what is needed going forward.

I suspect all men are this hopeless? I wouldn’t know. I’ve spent 35 years with this one, so this is a limited sampling.

The generator is running. The WiFi is up for now. He just asked me what my plans are for the rest of the day - this is Brian-speak for “I’m leaving now to pursue my own desires.” I told him I had a choice. I could sit in the cold and dark in the studio. Or I could sit in the cold and the dark in the house. “What do YOU want to do?” I ask.

“I’m going to take a shower” sez he. I am confused. There is no heat, ipso facto - no hot water.

“Ah” I figure it out. He’s going to go to the gym. He didn’t get to go yesterday - so “take a shower” is Bri-speak for leaving me here and going to work out.

Worst

Birthday

Ever.

[vvatchword]

Freewrite Traveler versus Alphasmart Neo 2

So I have an Alphasmart Neo 2 and a Freewrite Traveler. One of these cost me about $300. The other cost me $30. And I'm about to give you a review because I love one of these things more than the other.

The Alphasmart Neo 2 is from the 00s and was used in classrooms to help kids practice typing without the distraction of a computer attached to the Internet. They come with some basic little functions like a calculator and are powered by three AAA batteries. They have eight files that can contain 10,000 words each, can copy, cut, and paste, and you can go back into the document to edit. There are no Undo or Redo functions. To transfer the files to your PC, you hook up a cable while the Alphasmart and your word processor of choice are turned on. That easy. The batteries last for-e-ver. I'm taking about years. I am on my second set of batteries and I've owned this dealio for five years or so with almost daily use. This thing cost me $30 plus s&h a few years ago. Word has gotten out about these, so they're more expensive than that these days, but not significantly so--maybe $50? You'll see some being sold for $100 or so but that's ridiculous tbh.

At the time I purchased the Alphasmart, i had already backed the Freewrite Traveler on Kickstarter for about $300. I felt pretty dumb and wondered if I would regret my choice.

As it turns out: yes. I do.

The Traveler uses the same kind of screen as a Kindle, has three files of infinite words each, is rechargeable, and can back up your work to the cloud and send your files to your email address. It's sleek, small, and exceptionally cute. I just like looking at it. But after getting it, I couldn't help but compare it to the Alphasmart, which kicks its ass every day.

Recharging sounds fine, but it runs out of juice FAST. A full day's work will knock it out; I ran out of juice anywhere from three days to three weeks, depending on how much I was using it. Inevitably there is a point you forget to recharge and wham bam fuck you ma'am, it's going to take four hours to charge now and you can't use it if it wound down to 0% while you were sleeping. It posts to the cloud, which you'd think is great--infinite words! Back it up anywhere you find free WiFi!--but to do this, you need to sign up for Postbox, a service through Freewrite, which means that if the company dies, so does the cloud feature. You can also transfer your files via the charging cable, so they thought of this, but it feels dangerous and a little disingenuous, not gonna lie.

Unlike the Alphasmart, you can't copy, cut, paste, or edit. When I say you can't edit, I mean that you can't arrow up to some previous point in the story and add or delete. The point of this feature--and it is a feature!--is to emulate typewriters and encourage first draft flow. Problem is, that's just not how I write. For $300, or whatever it's selling for now, I want to be able to use cut, copy, and paste, maybe even redo and undo, and I want to be able to go back and add extra bullshit. Also, the full-sized Freewrite has a backlight, but the Traveler does not. Why does my $300 machine not have a goddamn backlight.

The Traveler also has a hint of lag and it drives me fucking crazy. This may not be a problem for you if you hunt and peck or are a slower typist, but I type almost as fast as I think. I have gotten up to 190 wpm before. Long story short, Traveler can't keep up--but Alphasmart can!

The Alphasmart is also more comfortable to type on and takes up about as much room in a bag as the Traveler does--just lengthwise rather than width-wise, if it makes sense. The Traveler is better for a purse, perhaps, but it's just bulky enough that I sometimes found it troublesome to make room in my bags. It's about the size of a clutch when folded up.

At one point, I got caught in a rainstorm while my Alphasmart was in my backpack. The rain seeped into my backpack and ruined a book. Meanwhile the Alphasmart was like lol whatever do you feel like writing queen?

Anyway, I'm going to see if I can't sell my Freewrite. I'd rather have a second Alphasmart rofl

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keys (mentioned)

small eyeglasses repair kit

multi-tool

lighter

duct tape

sunglasses

battery brick for recharging devices

charging cables and adapters for various phone/device types

phone (mentioned)

kindle

earbuds

earplugs

ace bandage

small first aid kit

chapstick (mentioned)

lipstick

lotion

hand sanitizer

dry soap sheets

comb

spare hairties, clips, and bobby pins

compact mirror

pens and pencils

notepad

checkbook

wallet

flashlight

water bottle

snacks

The Skull (lucky charm)

ironically, no period products

Keeping my purse packed this way means i only have to throw my phone and water bottle in and i'm ready for practically any length of trip at any time with minimal prep, and i can just leave the purse behind and take my wallet if i'm going on a 15-minute trip.

Was this a lunch date that expanded to an impromptu hike up the nearby trail b/c it's really nice outside? I'm prepared! Did I twist my ankle walking on uneven pavement in the parking lot? I'm prepared! Is the wait for the thing we're going to taking WAY longer than expected? I'm prepared! You have a headache? I'm! prepared!

Also, the looks on people's faces when you whip out a roll of duct tape and a screwdriver on command are great, in addition to being able to solve their problem.

@ people who carry bags everywhere what do you put in them what is there to bring other than chapstick, keys, phone and maybe a tampon why are you packing a suitcase to be outside for 5 hours

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[paper-ennis]

One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story told by our silent gestures moving behind windows.

My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors, each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day: pencil-yellow school buses, the rhythm of traffic lights, fruit stands: apples, limes, and oranges arrayed like rainbows begging our praise. Silver trucks heavy with oil or paper— bricks or milk, teeming over highways alongside us, on our way to clean tables, read ledgers, or save lives— to teach geometry, or ring-up groceries as my mother did for twenty years, so I could write this poem.

All of us as vital as the one light we move through, the same light on blackboards with lessons for the day: equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined, the “I have a dream” we keep dreaming, or the impossible vocabulary of sorrow that won’t explain the empty desks of twenty children marked absent today, and forever. Many prayers, but one light breathing color into stained glass windows, life into the faces of bronze statues, warmth onto the steps of our museums and park benches as mothers watch children slide into the day.

One ground. Our ground, rooting us to every stalk of corn, every head of wheat sown by sweat and hands, hands gleaning coal or planting windmills in deserts and hilltops that keep us warm, hands digging trenches, routing pipes and cables, hands as worn as my father’s cutting sugarcane so my brother and I could have books and shoes.

The dust of farms and deserts, cities and plains mingled by one wind—our breath. Breathe. Hear it through the day’s gorgeous din of honking cabs, buses launching down avenues, the symphony of footsteps, guitars, and screeching subways, the unexpected song bird on your clothes line.

Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling, or whispers across café tables, Hear: the doors we open for each other all day, saying: hello / shalom, buon giorno / howdy / namaste / or buenos días in the language my mother taught me—in every language spoken into one wind carrying our lives without prejudice, as these words break from my lips.

One sky: since the Appalachians and Sierras claimed their majesty, and the Mississippi and Colorado worked their way to the sea. Thank the work of our hands: weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more report for the boss on time, stitching another wound or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait, or the last floor on the Freedom Tower jutting into a sky that yields to our resilience.

One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes tired from work: some days guessing at the weather of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother who knew how to give, or forgiving a father who couldn’t give what you wanted.

We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always—home, always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop and every window, of one country—all of us— facing the stars hope—a new constellation waiting for us to map it, waiting for us to name it—together

Richard Blanco

[mslevkindle]

Device:

Kindle Paperwhite 5 11th Generation (16GB) Agave Green

Specification:

Display

6.8” Paperwhite display technology with built-in light, 300 ppi, optimized font technology, 16-level gray scale.

Battery

A single charge lasts up to ten (10) weeks Fully charges in approximately 5 hours from a computer via USB cable; Fully charges in less than 2.5 hours with a 9W USB power adapter.

Other Specs

Supports 2.4 GHz and 5.0 GHz networks Waterproof (IPX8), tested to withstand immersion in 2 meters of fresh water for 60 minutes. Kindle Format 8 (AZW3), Kindle (AZW), TXT, PDF, unprotected MOBI, PRC natively; HTML DOC, DOCX, JPEG, GIF, PNG, PMP through conversion; Audible audio format (AAX)

Source: SM Cyberzone

I'm a casual reader during my teenage days, casual because I'm broke ass, and only have few books. E-reading was already a thing back then, I remember using my Alcatel phone as an e-reader and use to read fantasy books for inspiration because I write novels as well *sigh* good times bro, good times.

Kindle was on my wishlist for a very long time and finally I got one as a birthday gift for myself, I bought it for P 6,500.00 (112 USD) it is a secondhand unit but in a very mint condition, and came with 3 cases and inserts as freebies.

Very cute and pretty

Review

Display: 4.8/5

The display is good and not straining on the eyes when reading, this is the very purpose of Kindle and other similar e-ink readers, they are designed for reading because it doesn't emit blue light unlike LCDs. With Kindle PPW5, I can read faster and longer, I like that it doesn't have glare unlike tablets. Kindle works on natural light even with zero brightness, and mimics the texture of the paper.

Portability: 4.5/5

Kindle PPW5 is very portable, handy and can fit my small bags, the only downside however, is the weight of PPW5, yes it is compact but can hurt your wrist after hours of reading, I see a lot of reviews that they preferred the Kindle Basic because it is lighter and smaller.

Battery Life: 4.5/5

To be honest, the battery didn't last 10 weeks to me lol because I read approximately 1-2 hours per day and 6 to 7 hours during rest days (depending on the availability) with wifi turned on, also I charge my Kindle once it reached 30% battery, I preferred it that way.

Overall Thoughts

Kindle PPW5 is worth every penny, this device is definitely one of my best purchases in 2024 although Amazon had released an upgrade I think there is not much difference compared to newer generation (based on the reviews). Is Kindle PPW5 still worth it? A big YES. Definitely a life changer, at least to me. My mental health got better? *fingers crossed* I don't know if it's a hyperfixation, hopefully not. Life gets rough sometimes but at least I have my emotional support Kindle, reading put me at ease, and since the device is solely for reading it lessen my social media exposure, hopefully, I can live without it.

My overall rating is 4.6/5