Showing posts from January 1, 2006
No images for this post. Brother James sent me a couple of candlesticks from Tanzania (he was installing a printing press for an Arab) and an awesome book about about contemporary life in Antarctica. When trying to explain to a bank customer service representative why you don't have a phone number or why your address has a U.S. postal code but that you can't step into the nearest bank branch to re-key your PIN because the bank cancelled your old cash card, the freindly customer service rep (ed. probably in India) will hang up on you about 50% of the time as soon as you utter "Antartica." After trial and error, the best workaround solution when trying to conduct business from Antarctica is to say that you are at a "foreign military installation." Johnson, N. Big Dead Place. (2005).Feral House. Los Angeles. My siblings are a different bunch of folk, I am proud to be associated with them.