Monday, July 29, 2013

Addendum to "The Perils of Non-Human Banking"

I contacted Bank of America's online chat help today. As before, they were able to credit the fee back to me. As before, they didn't really seem to have any idea why the item was returned. So now I'm going to go back to the branch of Wells Fargo and have them cash it, as I did last week.

The check writer didn't have any idea what was wrong last week, and I'm sure they still won't this week. Luckily I don't have to drive out of my way to stop in at Wells Fargo and get them to cash me out.

I totally got spoiled with the fancy-internet-phone depositing. Let's hope the current "I have no idea why anything is wrong, but that will be $12 please" idea dies as soon as possible, Bank of America.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Perils of Non-Human Banking

UPDATE, 7/29/2013: Situation temporarily resolved and described at http://doctorandyspeaks.blogspot.com/2013/07/addendum-to-perils-of-non-human-banking.html


I have an account with Bank of America that I've had for years. Even before moving to Kansas City, I had an account of one type or another with BofA, which has caused all kinds of small difficulties. Due to some weird relic of banking integration, I always need to tell branches in this area that my account was created in Missouri, otherwise things go slightly haywire. I don't know what the difference is between Kansas and Missouri accounts, but there is some divide that means that they can't use PURPLE ink on PINK paper for this transaction -- it needs to be PINK ink on PURPLE paper. Obviously.

Still, it hasn't really ever effected me. My transactions still go through with regular speed and little happens to cause disquiet. But then I got to last week...

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Of Dogs and Cigarettes

My parents have not smoked since I've been alive. I think they smoked in younger times, but I seem to recall the story saying they had given it up by the time I was born. I bring up this story, because the ash trays in the cars I grew up in were clean. Except for the occasional gum piece us kids put there, or wrappers to various candies that ended up collected there.

It was like a secret hiding place! Usually out of the way but still reachable when bucked in, they'd be in the doors or the armrests or in the dash, just waiting to be flipped open and closed with little spring-mounted doors. A roaring trade was done in daring brothers to put a finger in, then trying to snap it closed. Everyone then got a rush of realizing how close they had come to DEATH!

Friday, July 12, 2013

All the YES and none of the NO

SOURCE: http://www.santiagotimes.cl/chile/human-rights-a-law/26440-victim-president-and-conservatives-address-chilean-abortion-debate

SUMMARY: An 11-year old girl was raped by her stepfather and is now pregnant. The child's mother says he would never have used force and that the relationship was "consensual." The child issued a statement that her mother was lying. The father has confessed to the relationship. The case is now news in Chile and beyond because it is one of only five or six countries in the world that prohibit abortion in all cases.

OPINION: I have always been frustrated with compromise speak in abortion discussions. Here in the States, many provisions restricting abortion have a "rape and incest and mother's health" proviso somewhere, such that abortions are restricted "except in cases of rape or incest or to save the life of the mother." It always struck me as proof that a fair amount of people haven't really given abortion the whole of their attention.

The way I've always seen it, at the core there are only two positions for the abortion issue:

Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Doctor Andy... Produces?

[I recorded this yesterday morning, before the events that spurred the previous dour entry. It couldn't really be different in tone or scope.]




 

And so I drink the muddling draft and sail until I wake

This is a post about death and grief, so I encourage you to postpone reading it if you're having the sort of day that makes this sort of post unwelcome. It ends optimistically - after a fashion - if that matters.

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

"Sweet are the uses of adversity" -- KC Shakespeare's "As You Like It", part one

I delayed a trip out of town by a day to take advantage of the magnificently-awesome unseasonable weather we've been having. Feeling very much in the artistic mind the last few weeks, I went to the Heart of America's Shakespeare Festival production of "As You Like It" in Southmoreland Park - as fine a park name as you might e'er wish to see a Shakepearean play performed under. The temperatures were forecast to be mild and I went to my market and bought some picnic fixins to eke out a sandwich: tabbouleh with feta and (a bit too much) cilantro, and pistachio desert salad.

I parked in the nearby garage and hiked to the grounds. As I soon found, while they share some of the same pedigree, there were many differences between this Kansas City event and the one at the St. Louis performance of "Twelfth Night" I saw a month ago. Both are on sloping hills in a park right across from the local art museum. Both try to incorporate the trees into the set design. Both have Shakespearean tendencies? I know, I'm reaching, but you aren't supposed to use a list like this unless you can enumerate three things.