My credit card is with the Bank of Ireland; to transfer it would make paying money into it inordinately easier - buying euro money orders in Canada and entrusting them to the Irish postal service is like Russian roulette - but in order for Visa to let me transfer it, there has to be evidence of activity on the account, ie, the bloody payments have to get there. Catch-22.
Is there anybody who could pay money into your account for you?
In Ireland, yes, but one then has to pst the money to them, which does not avoid the gigantic predatory amoeba in the GPO.
And I can't believe they don't have any form of internet/phone banking... are they really that primitive?
Sure they are. *sigh*
With all due respect to whoever this person may be, they're an idiot. Though I suspect you did not need to be told that.
No, they're not an idiot; they're just ... well, I guess they're just too young, wide-eyed and idealistic for their ideas to strike much of a chord with me. Which is, of course, the point they were making: that all the people they know have Lost Their Happy Thoughts. Guess I'm just old, bitter, and twisted.
I don't know. Losing young wide-eyed idealistic happiness doesn't preclude finding more mature hard-won happiness later on. Thinking of growing up as a process that stops strikes me as on the idiotic side.
I shift small pieces of SGML around (once they've been keyed in by people on the poverty-line in the Philippines) so that libraries who can ill afford it can buy overpriced electronic texts for students who either don't give a shit or know that they could find the same stuff on Project Gutenberg,
OK, maybe I won't try to find a bright side to look on..
Personally, I try to be a net-positive person to know, to give more than I can take; discovered long ago that as changing the world for the better goes, I'm much better at doing it one person at a time.
That sounds like the sort of thing I aspire to. I don't think I'm very good at it, but.
The admittedly limited amount of time I've spent around you has suggested otherwise, to me.
And, of course, somewhere there's the fond hope that stuff I write might some day have a positive impact on someone [...]
This is one of the reasons I wish I could write. On the other hand, I write tens of thousands (maybe even hundreds of thousands) of words a year on usenet (and latterly on livejournal) and maybe, just maybe, something I say will strike a chord with somebody, somewhere
It's a good feeling when that happens.
or cheer up a friend when they need it; or make somebody laugh and forget the things that are stressing them out for a moment or two.
You can include me in as a success on those last two just since I've found your journal, fwiw.
Better to be hurt than to be a desolate wasteland incapable of feeling.
"And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries."
Pain is finite. Joy isn't.
Thanks for the hugs. They do help.
*hug* Good. You are always welcome to them, so many as you might want, without strings attached.
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Date: 2003-03-13 08:40 am (UTC)Is there anybody who could pay money into your account for you?
In Ireland, yes, but one then has to pst the money to them, which does not avoid the gigantic predatory amoeba in the GPO.
And I can't believe they don't have any form of internet/phone banking... are they really that primitive?
Sure they are. *sigh*
With all due respect to whoever this person may be, they're an idiot. Though I suspect you did not need to be told that.
No, they're not an idiot; they're just ... well, I guess they're just too young, wide-eyed and idealistic for their ideas to strike much of a chord with me. Which is, of course, the point they were making: that all the people they know have Lost Their Happy Thoughts. Guess I'm just old, bitter, and twisted.
I don't know. Losing young wide-eyed idealistic happiness doesn't preclude finding more mature hard-won happiness later on. Thinking of growing up as a process that stops strikes me as on the idiotic side.
I shift small pieces of SGML around (once they've been keyed in by people on the poverty-line in the Philippines) so that libraries who can ill afford it can buy overpriced electronic texts for students who either don't give a shit or know that they could find the same stuff on Project Gutenberg,
OK, maybe I won't try to find a bright side to look on..
Personally, I try to be a net-positive person to know, to give more than I can take; discovered long ago that as changing the world for the better goes, I'm much better at doing it one person at a time.
That sounds like the sort of thing I aspire to. I don't think I'm very good at it, but.
The admittedly limited amount of time I've spent around you has suggested otherwise, to me.
And, of course, somewhere there's the fond hope that stuff I write might some day have a positive impact on someone [...]
This is one of the reasons I wish I could write. On the other hand, I write tens of thousands (maybe even hundreds of thousands) of words a year on usenet (and latterly on livejournal) and maybe, just maybe, something I say will strike a chord with somebody, somewhere
It's a good feeling when that happens.
or cheer up a friend when they need it; or make somebody laugh and forget the things that are stressing them out for a moment or two.
You can include me in as a success on those last two just since I've found your journal, fwiw.
Better to be hurt than to be a desolate wasteland incapable of feeling.
"And a rock feels no pain. And an island never cries."
Pain is finite. Joy isn't.
Thanks for the hugs. They do help.
*hug* Good. You are always welcome to them, so many as you might want, without strings attached.