OPA (other people’s ancestors)
There. Enough turning over the virtual rocks, looking for traces of OPA (other people’s ancestors). Unless a person has the need to know who their forebears were (rare, unless there is a title or monies involved), looking at research done by someone else is like… oh, I don’t know… checking out a bowl of cornflakes served up by someone else. Probably tasty, if you are hungry. Otherwise.
The in-office routine was routine. No emergencies. I listened to the others, as they talked a school secretary and then a teacher through the steps to resetting a fibre transceiver. Somehow, unplug and replug isn’t that tricky, with keyed connectors as a plus. Someone should have warned the volunteer technicians not to stare at the end of the fibre, but the danger level is low. I mean, when they go slowly blind, decades from now, will there be any memory of this moment? Didn’t think so.
An amazing fact (for those of us getting older). Of all the people who lived past the age of sixty-five (ever), half are alive right now. Not sure how scientific the fact might be, but the “we’re getting older” thing is statistically significant. For actuaries, at least.
Down to the final week, and in the world of American Idol, only Jena Irene and Caleb remain. I watched, last evening. This season, I’ve been fickle. However, I remember watching the auditions (several months ago) and both looked potentially talented in the beginning. That they are still in the running shows that good beats mediocre. Will it translate into stardom? Check back in a week (a month, a year).
