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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.

The women and Jessie’s Girl.

Wow.

It’s something when just reading a headline can make your face turn hot from embarrassment. The article was on the Tulsa World website and reads:

Rick Springfield Sets Return Tulsa Trip

It could be that you’re in that group that has never heard of Rick Springfield. After all, it was about thirty years ago that he starred on the television soap opera General Hospital. In truth, he was a seasoned musician and fairly well known in his home country before he came to the US.

His song Jessie’s Girl hit #1 in 1981 at the same time he was playing the television role, and he found himself working TV scripts and touring concert arenas at the same time. I found myself in a concert arena in Tulsa sitting next to my wife, who was an avid General Hospital viewer and fan of Jessie’s Girl.

I had no idea what I was in for.

There had to have been plenty of other males there, but I sure felt like the only one. Maybe we were all shrinking back into seat cushion invisibility. On the other hand, the women all seemed to be leaping, shouting, and generally drawing attention to themselves. At least, that’s the way I remember it.

The song still gets played on occasion, but I haven’t heard it in some time. According to Jennifer Chancellor’s account in the World, the song enjoyed a revival in popularity when it was featured on Glee. I missed that one, too, but I’m happy for any 80’s-era rocker who can still sell tickets for casino performances and entertain crowds at age 63. Springfield played the River Spirit Event Center last year, probably boosted by the Glee promotion.

Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t think Rick Springfield’s concert was horrible, necessarily. It was a matter of being in the midst of so many vocal fans and feeling out of place. There is sort of concert karma, though.

I got out of taking my daughter to the Backstreet Boys concert when they made a Tulsa appearance. I’m pretty sure I’d have felt a lot more out of place there.

In the meantime, any of you new or veteran Rick Springfield fans might enjoy his recently published memoir – Late, Late at Night – which came out in paperback last year and is ready for some reading, late, late at night.

Recorded History.

It is of questionable value and in its current condition it has little worth as a reference, but if this old tome could talk, what a story it could tell!

Jane Hall owned it. She inscribed her name and date just inside the front cover on October 19th, 1817. Likely she used a dip pen with a calligraphic-type nib to write:

Jane Hall Her Prayer Book

The volume is The Book of Common Prayer (although the complete title lists much more than those five words). Originally written in 1549, it contains a collection of prayers and rites used in the Anglican Church and was the first book written in English to contain daily and Sunday worship services. The black and charred appearance of the cover is the result of years of fireplace smoke rolling up over the mantle, where the book apparently rested when not in praying hands. Heat and smoke dries out book leather to the point that it eventually looks like it has gone through a house fire.

It is clear from the variance in the old ink that Ms Jane later made additional notes throughout the first three pages of the book. Regrettably, she did not record how those bearing the names were related to her, or where those listed actually lived. You can click on the image to see a larger version of her handwriting, penned with enough care that there are no cross-outs or do-overs.

I’m guessing the book was passed down through the family of Ms Hall, making its way across the Atlantic to the American frontier and eventually becoming orphaned somewhere near Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, where it is today. How it managed that expedition is the story I would love to hear.

Since the book is for the Anglican faith and was published at Leeds, England – my guess is that Ms Hall resided in the Old World at the time she acquired the prayer book. In addition, the names she wrote within the pages are surnames and spellings relatively uncommon in America. The first three notations recorded the birth dates of William, John, Jane, and Isabella Ovington, whose last name originated in the area of Northumberland, England. There is an English census record of the birth of an Isabella Ovington in Durham England in 1832, the name and matching date that Ms Hall noted in her prayer book. They could be the same person… who knows? In the 1840 US Census, there were only about five families named Ovington who made it into the official registry, residing in the states of NY and OH. By 1920, there weren’t very many more.

The other pages mark the births and deaths of individuals named Haigh, Hartley, Kyle, Bell, Holgate, and Baseter. There were about 25 Baseter families in the US by 1880 – again, a pretty scarce name with that spelling. Of course, Ms Hall could have been an atrocious speller, but she has a legible handwriting and must have spent some time at her book-larnin’.

The last recorded date marks a death in 1878.

Here is my best guess. Ms Jane was unmarried when she acquired the prayer book and inscribed her name inside. She probably married a Mr Ovington – most likely the John Ovington that is listed on the second page as having been born in 1798. The four other Ovingtons were in all likelihood their children, with births recorded between 1826 and 1832. The remainder of the names might well have been those of the spouses of her children – who knows?

The book might: if it could only tell its story.

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