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Java the hut.

When I hear the phrase ‘Homeland Security’ I think of the hardhat commercial with the Morgan Freeman voiceover imploring us to get Red Dirt Ready. There probably should be more memorable associations, like those color-coded alerts, which brought our awareness front and center to do – who knew what?

Yesterday, I was advised by Homeland Security to disable Java on my computer.

Whoa!

Little terrorists slipping in through that Cup O’ Joe icon? National security threat, right here on my laptop? What gives? It’s GOOGLE TIME!

Turns out, I’m not the only one with some questions about the perceived vulnerability and the consequences of NOT disabling Java. Some bloggers were downright frantic. One fellow related the account of his exploration for information, from Java, from Oracle (which owns Java), and others – first searching for information and then for instructions on how to disable the browser plug-in.

Like anyone else, I worry (a little – I’m not sitting here in the dark wringing my hands or anything) about collecting a computer virus or Trojan or malware application. I also worry about people telling me I need to quit something that I have (apparently) used for some time.

Here is the decider.

Every morning when I fire up the laptop, I get a popup advisory that some program is trying to connect to the internet and – Will I give it permission? No. I won’t. It is Java, every morning. Every morning. Why is Java trying to connect to the internet? It has an update available, it tells me. Now, explain this: If Java cannot connect to the internet without my permission, and I have not granted it permission, then how does Java know it has a handy and necessary update waiting for me?

Something fishy there.

At any rate, the whole click-the-X-to-close-the-box, the daily denial of permission for Java to access the internet (will my harddrive eventually be filled with scads of Java files from the eternal updates?), and the underlying question – why do I need Java anyway? – all combined to prompt me to delete the program on all three computers on my little network. Boom. Outta here.

Right away, I’m clicking like crazy on the Yahoo home page trying to scroll through the top news stories in their slideshow format. Oops. That must have been done in Java. Click click. No more scrolling stories. Dratted national security, anyway.

Another forty-five minutes or so became dedicated to cleanup of other programs – deleting the files for the two scanners I haven’t had connected in years, among others. Those HP files are so big I had time to dry mop the entire store, wait on a fellow who popped in (“I’m not a reader,” he said, “but I’m going to start.” He left without buying a book and I resisted the urge to point out that his reading start would be achieved more easily with a book in hand…) – I even had time to sweep off the leaves from the front sidewalk – before the HP files were removed.

I am Java free, on all three. As I post this blog, I notice that none of my little control buttons are present any longer. More Java, I suppose. They were such handy little buttons. I now feel as though I’m going into Java withdrawal.

Whether or not I remain that way depends, of course, on whether the National Nervousness can be contained, the software cyberattacks can be avoided, and the need for a Yahoo news scroller can continued to be surpressed.

Until then, I can lean back with my cup o’ Joe and know I’ve done my part to make this grand country of ours a safer place to live.

Whew. What a day.

See Time. See Time fly…

The last day of the year – 2012. Newspaper writers and internet bloggers are looking back over the past twelve months, digging up and presenting lists of best and worst, interesting and otherwise.

For me, I’d just as soon look ahead.

2012 was – by my reckoning – as quick a year as I’ve experienced in some time. Contrary to popular opinion, years do not pass at equal rates. True, they are filled with twelve months and (excepting leap years) standard numbers of weeks and days, but some seem to trudge grudgingly along while others whisk by in an impatient flash.

For me, this was one of the latter. 2012 started as a year caught up in alternating fits of inactivity and furious planning. The physical part of the bookstore was closed and by the arrival of the new year, I was mired in the “any day now” part of anticipating the reopening. Good things take time, and it was not until April that I received the keys to the new location.

All the moving, planning, sorting, stacking, cleaning, organizing, and decorating tasks that were necessary to open the new location seemed to affect the passage of time itself. There weren’t enough hours in the day to get any one task completed. Summer came and went, and winter finally arrived, and now the holiday season is wrapping up.

I think I’ll be content to look forward to 2013 instead of compiling any list of my “year’s best” or “year’s worst” events. Suffice it to say that anything not on the list of things that need to be completed by the end of 2013 must have been something I managed to finish before the midnight wrapping-up of this year.

Thanks to all who visited the new shop, and my gracious appreciation for the many kind words offered in regard to the store as it is shaping up. It is, after all, a work still in progress. The image is proof enough of that. The picture was taken just under three weeks after the reopening project started, and while it isn’t dramatically different, the shop has already evolved from its beginnings.

There is a feeling in the air, an aura of anticipation – if you will – that makes me almost certain that the upcoming twelve months are going to be filled with wonderful things for the business and otherwise. I truly enjoy visiting with all of you who share part of your day in stepping through the front door, and look forward to seeing you in 2013.

Best wishes to all, and a Happy New Year!

Sports department.

Don’t get me wrong, I was rooting for West Virginia. I may be a bookseller, but I’m also a sports fan. Big 12. Big 4 (As the Tulsa World calls the four area schools). I hated to see the Mountaineers fall to Syracuse (Syracuse?) but on the other hand, there is that new rivalry with established conference programs.

The prediction, early on, was that Gino Smith, the WV quarterback – a Heisman frontrunner – was going to come into the Big 12 and oversee the blowing out of the traditional powers on his way to a NYC trip to pick up the heavy brass statue.

Oooops.

That didn’t happen. In fact, Gino and the West Virginia program not only didn’t play up to expectations, they had to have been a disappointment to their own fans. They fell flat for fans of the Big 12, too.

The Conference has been represented so far by Baylor, which whipped up on UCLA, Texas (which looked like it was going down to defeat, but) rallied to vanquish Oregon State in the waning minutes. Hey! A win is a win! In that same vein, Texas Tech came from behind to win over Minnesota. 3 for 3. Batting .1000 to bring a baseball metaphor into a football story.

The bottom line is, going into Saturday’s slate of games, the Big 12 was representing itself pretty well, until those league newcomers lined up. I wanted them to win. Don’t get me wrong. I always want the conference teams to play well against the other leagues’ best.

WV… what happened? The team that was going to win it all in the Big 12 with the quarterback that was going to win the Heisman – lost. 38-14. Hey, Mountaineers! What happened?

Humility tastes best when it is first sampled by those who would swallow it with the most difficulty. West Virginia… welcome to the Big 12 Conference!

As a football fan that first wants the local schools to win, followed by the conference schools, I hated that West Virginia met its match in its first representation as a Big 12 school. On the other hand, if a conference team had to lose, best it was West Virginia, those upstarts that had all the pundits talking them up smartly.

Oklahoma. Oklahoma State. Texas. Texas Tech. Kansas State. These are teams that wait in the wings for a chance at the Mountaineers, in conference. West Virginia? It’s the off-season for you now.

Practice up.

(Oh. The picture? I decided that random images of the store need to be included for those who are just – tuning in, to use an old (but familiar to me) metaphor. There is no actual football going on inside, except during the games, on television… In the office.

There is a Sports Department. With actual books. Come and look!

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