DIY Doc

Most recently, in all the Yahoo changes, the format of Q&A has changed, and one in particular I find to be annoying at the very least.

I depend on Spell Check, and I'm thankful it exists, but the new format in Q & A seems to be "not" worked out yet?

I may type, spelling incorrectly, and let spell check do it's thing, but often what happens is that it crosses over two words. No matter that they may both be spelled correctly, to let Spell check adjust them, then usually brings them together, adding what it deems to be a correction, yet leaving what has been noted as incorrect. All that accomplishes, in my case is to click ignore, go back, re-type the misspelling, or leave it ignored, and then move on.

Does anyone else find this to be a tedious process?

"Philosopher Musicians", bringing us current headlines they'd sing, adding bylines.

I grew up with them as my peers, shared their thoughts over beers and some tears;

thought connected, even when they were rejected, "trash talking, microphones squawking, never will be nothin, lay abouts", yet they rarely shouted and endure as has been found out, still messaging us, in their passion and lust for a life that maybe seems off the track, but we call them back, those of us who cared anyway, and shared every day in what they had to say.

Some still live, too many are gone, I still feel a fondness for what they expressed, and those of them as old as me, still free to sing, bring us back to then and now, deserve at least respect, some honor, for spanning generations without serious degradtation. I hope there's Rock, Blues, and some Country news, in a Heaven I hope to peruse.

Most recently I notice what might not be a critical issue at all, but it is confusing.

I have my DSL through my phone company and shared into aol. I recently had to re-install aol, and soon got an alert that a DLL file had been damaged and removed. That may or may not have any correlation.

More recently, every site I enter, within the context of yahoo, shows "Done but with error on the page."

Does anyone have a clue, as to what might be occurring?

Thanks in advance

"Gypsy,Tramp,Thief,Creep,get out of our town,useless heap."

"Thank you" I said,waved my battered cap,"Y'all are so sweet."

I kinda like the word "BUM",and I sit on mine now as the train gathers STEAM

I see fields of cows,munching content in fields,Emerald green.

The "Box Car" just a means to an end I had no real notion of

I never felt like the back side of the country fit me like a glove.

"On the Road Again" could have been,and again,and again,

sung to a restless spirit, who rarely asks "Where or When?"

I was never suited for the type of commute,on a wheeled chair

a distance from desk to copier,with my once full head of hair.

I even look for those places, no one else might go

off line,rutted paths,and my hair never did re-grow.

I never long for your glass and steel towers,spending hours

looking out,wanting to be soaked in those afternoon showers.

I don't much envy your extravagant cars,or 5 O'clock after work, stops at a bar.

I may never have so much I guess,

but have so much learned, that MORE is often LESS.

Where have all the Poets Gone?

I read so much, that says so little

and wonder why after, it mattered.

I try to be respectful, even kindly subtle

while knowing so many wish to be flattered.

Through stumbling quatrains, points of order

and yawning attempts at some sonnet

I so often wonder if perhaps

a cord is to tight in ones bonnet.

It's becoming more rare in my viewing

to see anything worthy of posting

and with all due respect, so much posted here

should be for no more than roasting.

(Admittedly this can be as well)

Steven Wolf

Just my 2 "sense"

Since this gained little response in the General category, I'll try it here.

For various reasons I'm trying to find info. for creating XP restore, onto disks. I have a laptop, with a licensed XP installed, but misplaced the orig. CD. I'm trying to get info on creating restore onto disk, most specific to laptops. I have the space and time, Microsoft just doesn't offer the info for doing what I want. They can/I can restore the Laptop XP IF in fact I can be online connected, but that issue is currently a prob, since my DSL is malfunctioning and I'm on dial up for any WWW availability.

That connection issue will be resolved. I just want to know how to create XP restore disks, from this laptop, and system I have installed. Thank you.

For various reasons I'm trying to find info. for creating XP restore, onto disks. I have a laptop, with a licensed XP installed, but misplaced the orig. CD. I'm trying to get info on creating restore onto disk, most specific to laptops. I have the space and time, Microsoft just doesn't offer the info for doing what I want. They can/I can restore the Laptop XP IF in fact I can be online connected, but that issue is currently a prob, since my DSL is malfunctioning and I'm on dial up for any WWW availability.

That connection issue will be resolved. I just want to know how to create XP restore disks, from this laptop, and system I have installed. Thank you.

Bella Luna

Tuscany at midnight, moonlight over the arbor.

From the balcony, crystalline waves shimmer

as waxen leaves reflect.

Amethyst clusters hang ripening;

sweet, looking like so many gems

waiting to be gathered.

Come dawn, with night receding, stolen by the Sun,

warming and releasing fragrances so well nurtured

by the nights subtle chill,

I will be as pleased to see, but miss the mystery,

of that brief, so cherished essence,

Bella Luna.

"Winged Gift" translated from Greek. She is that not only to me, but many. I realize that many come here very personally, and I don't, for righteous cause, but some "THINGS" are so Sacred, shared best with 1.

ALDARA, my "supension", EVER my itention,

while knowing I'm often not a healing medication,

No thought in the moment of flowery hearts,

or re-starting starts, or lust about parts;

Just someone I'm bonded to, not "BOUND"

another, with whom I've so often found

those joys and aches that do so ground

to other fantasies, (realities?) casually denied

as so often we hide, in microcosims

or SCHISMS,

we might think offer more

than what we considered, or denied before.

No over the top, gushing prose here

just a hope that my words, and/or feelings,

touch her ear, letting her know I am still near.

I'm less than me, without that essence

and as earlier in attempts more silly and pleasant,

I'm mostly affected in an infected way,

by what bothers her most, most every day.

Finding myself marooned on some Isle

I suspected I might be there awhile.

Befriending the Natives was the best "course" it seemed

rather than end sauted, broiled, or creamed.

I'd have to learn the language no doubt

and turn down meal invites I could "Live" without.

I admit I loved the smell of barbeque

but didn't wish to be part of their stew.

As a farm kid I wondered what Road Apples were

though I soon found out of course.

Not at all the usual Red Delicious

just byproducts from a Horse.

Those Carnaby street Queens

who I thought were my dreams

became, as they showed me their wares,

the greatest of my latest nightmares.

I did try in many ways that year, to sit without seeming bored

and it wasn't truly so difficult if I focused only on Ms. Fuentes.

She electrified my senses; me, the kid who rode in from the farm.

That chewing gum trick worked for awhile

as she'd take it, then took me out to the hall,

"Stand here until I come for you please"

and that pleased me no end, as I watched her through the door window

I was hidden and didn't offend, unless she glanced,

saw me leering, while she tried to maintain the class flow, still wearing that Flamenco dress.

We grow though, and I gave up gum, never much caring for it anyway,

after seeming so dumb, to the rest of the group

as they at least acted as if they cared how to diagram.

As a final test, an essay of sorts, we all had to submit.

Determined by then, not wanting to quit, I laid my piece on her desk.

"Thank you" she smiled, reading. "I hope to see you next year."

Had I just been invited to go through this over again?

As a youth I sat and endured all I could stand, reminding myself of a purpose

regarding PRO-nouns, and ANTI-verbs

but probably spent too much time dangling a participle.

My teacher looked better in the Flamenco dress I drew

defacing the cover of my book. $25 for this?

than that high neck, tight collar, Laura Engles Frock;

but she had pretty eyes, a smile to knock school boys from their seats

and it was an elective situation, so not everyone paid attention,

when she slipped into Argentinian, "CHICLE!, Donde Este?"

Then holding out her hand, walking the aisles, she slipped back

into, "Spit it now, and tell me where this Author is going."

I rarely knew, but chewed every day, just to have her take my gum.

I did learn a lot however, from Ms. Fuentes. Such things as I find delightful still,

like Rythmn, Rhyme, Not looking at the time,

but they were good times had by all that fall, in Creative Writing 101.

I pull in from the long road, after hours droned through the dark,

I set the brakes, hear the hiss, as if something is dying, as I park.

I click the radio button, as I scan the front of the diner,

and signal anyone listening, "I'm outta here; Ninety Niner"

I move past some guys leaning, enjoying a pre-highway smoke,

and overhear a way too early, short skirt, waitress joke.

As I make a way to the counter I see my set up prepared,

while others seated close look on, but not as if they cared.

I'm greeted by my favorite night owl; my crisp uniformed hauntress.

She smiles as she pours coffee, in her pale blue, yellow trimmed dress.

I return the smile remove my cap, and politely nod a "Good Morning Barb."

"It's been a long haul, just bring me some ketchup, and a major basket of Carbs."

If I was King Kong

and you were Fay Wray

and you wanted to leave

while I wanted to stay,

yet to please "you" I did finally peruse

travel brochures, only mildly amused,

then showed you a choice, in hope,

but was confused when you called me a dope,

Then hugged my finger, "OH NO, you Big Dork,

let's go anywhere but New York!"

Nights STRETCH, long into watching, cautiously counting minutes passing,

awaiting a Dawn that also seems to wait until the tedium of insomnia

demands I stop fooling myself into believing

that laying in the dark, is actually resting.

Finally Sunrise happens, almost festive in its arrival,

I celebrate, eager to savor, grasp each breath,

truly forge ahead, accomplishing, yet knowing all too well

as I am drawn again to the face of the clock, that Days SHRINK.

I gifted my lady for Happy Heart day,

and over and over I heard her say,

"Thank you, I love you too" what more could I expect

as she kissed me, grabbed me, and hugged my neck.

"It was nothing my Angel, my Goddess, my dear,

I thought these Diamonds should grace your ears."

There was an issue in some allergic attack

and she asked if we could perhaps take them back.

We returned to the Kiosk, in the depths of the mall

fighting back shoppers, with packages and all.

The clerk at the counter seemed truly quite bored

but managed a smile face as we moved toward,

the vendor who sold me these precious baubles

with which I'd hoped might entice a romp and dawdle.

The vendor/owner of the jewel mart

was initially busy, in his craft and "art",

but stopped long enough to come look, with a sigh

keeping that strange thing clamped to one eye.

"Dark", This is obviously simplistic, but just pointing to how negative can turn.

You all thought I joked when I said I'd jump

from the Tri Borough bridge and you called me "Punk"

You were my "friends" or as close as I'd come

and even in bashing, you were better than none.

I was short and dumpy, lived a pretty lame life.

My Father was now on his new, third Wife,

You were all Uptown kids, with nice clothes

nice girlfriends and stuff up your nose.

Always last chosen in a sandlot game,

I was OK, other than being called the names.

I don't know if jumping was courage or fear

but I was so over the jibes and the tears.

No one knew me, so no one would miss me

I was "that fat kid who when we teased him, he'd "P"

I can't say at all, Life's what I wanna quit

and as I jump, a Barge passes will I land or miss it?

I can't say at all, I'll miss even one of you,

BUT I'll tease ya with Post Cards from some city in Peru. :)

"I used to Know Me"

I sit and wonder who that is looking at me from the bottom of the glass.

If it's someone approaching to bum a smoke, I'll turn back around, "I pass"

"Oh wait it's me down there reflecting", now looking up from the floor,

"I guess I coulda recognized you, I've been here often before."

There's not much more so harsh on the throat, than inhaled, Cigarette smoke

But I know how to fix it, I'll just down this Bourbon and choke.

I used to come here innocently, just some time to have some fun,

but lately I go unrecognized, and I sure don't know anyone.

There's two juke boxes in the place, and I have no clue as to why.

On one I can hear "Free Bird", competing with Hendrix, kissing the sky.

I guess I'll have to leave soon, I'm down to my last, loose change

and the bartender's tapping his fingers, as my pocket lint I rearrange.

"I'll be going now" I say, and get a vague wave off to send me,

as the door slammed hard behind my exit, I swear I heard "Yippee"