Our favorite taqueria is so busy on a Friday night that their delays are legendary, but the food is well worth the wait.
Our favorite taqueria is so busy on a Friday night that their delays are legendary, but the food is well worth the wait.
A little disconcerting news about our neighborhood bakery.
One way to circumvent that is to simply disable UAC. This is not a good idea and is not recommended, as all programs and tasks will run as administrator. This can have devastating effects should your computer become compromised.
Yet it is annoying to have so many barriers to your own computer, if you know what you are doing and what consequences your actions will have.
Windows also includes an elevated mode of running programs which does not prompt you for UAC permission, but also does not disable the UAC.
To run a program with elevated privileges, follow these steps:
For example, to run Notepad with elevated privileges (suppose you want to edit your computer’s HOSTS file), press Start (Windows key on keyboard), type “notepad” then hold CTRL and SHIFT while you press ENTER. You may be prompted to allow elevated privilege; if you accept, notepad will have elevated privileges (and will allow you to open/make changes to the HOSTS file). This works in Windows 8, Windows 7 and Vista.
Happy New Year 2013!
Sandra’s little ham
Noche de Lluvia
The morning of the twenty-fourth of September a hawk briefly touched its talons down on the metal cover of the air conditioner that cools our living room, and just as suddenly as it came it flew to the building across, perched itself atop the head of one of J Kiselewski’s art deco terra-cotta figures, one of the many that adorn Parkchester’s one hundred residential buildings, and wondered about the strange people-sighting while those people, Sandra and Gabriel and Eduardo, wondered what the hawk-sighting presaged.
This morning when I awoke, dad turned me on my back as he greeted me good morning. After dad turned me over on my back, I reached with my hands and bent my legs- I found feet! I knew I had them, but I reached for them on my own. That was a first.
A good morning after a restful sleep. Yesterday we went to the park and met friends there- CU and JU, and their kids AU and IU. There were lots of trees there, and lots of people, especially children. I saw kids running, jumping, chasing each other, playing catch, kicking a soccer ball, playing in the sand, and riding the swings. Mommy says I’m too young to play in the sand; I think dad would let me but not yet. I watched the other kids playing in the sand. Then we went on the swings! And that was so much fun- mommy and JU put me in the swing then they pushed me- wheeeeee! It was awesome: things got closer and farther, closer and farther, it was a strange feeling; I thought I was going to barf, but I didn’t. Mommy and daddy took pictures with me in the swing.
Today I’m ready for a new set of adventures.
This bouncy chair is getting small for me..
It is not often that graffiti makes me think deeply for more than a few seconds.
Graffito on Bx22 bus
Sunday afternoon nap (Taken with Instagram)
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—-and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
-Rudyard Kipling
If I could keep a cool head, if I trusted myself, if I were patient; if I could dream and not be beholden to my dreams, if I could conquer myself in victory and defeat, if I could let go of everything but my will hold my heart and nerve. Would that there be a man left?
En el Parque Central