Cord Cutting 101

The advertisements made it seem so simple. “Break away from the clutches of subscription TV! With this simple device, that attaches to your window.”

Like most everything in life, if it seemed too simple, it probably was. Why? Because every situation was different.

“Let me know how it works. I may do this myself,” So, said my neighbors and friends. I was their test subject.

My true purpose was to bring back the local NBC station, denied because of a never-ending dispute with Direct TV. Other stations received over the air, would be added benefits.

The window antenna failed. Even with the supplied booster. Not even one channel received. It was returned for refund.

A more conventional antenna purchased to be mounted outside. It was called the “mini-yagi”. Didn’t know exactly what “yagi” were–mini or otherwise.

Mounted outside, then later in the attic, with an additional booster amplifier, success was limited.

Alternative methods to secure the elusive local NBC affiliate were plentiful. Need I mention down streaming from the internet, CATV, the other satellite provider? All of which required additional subscription charges.

There was no logic to it, at all. Some days ABC and NBC came in beautifully from the “mini-yagi,” Last Wednesday evening, my three favorite NBC dramas came in clear as crystal. Thursday, the day after, no signal.  I’ve spent too much time, money, and effort already.

As a “mini yagi” test subject, I can not make a recommendation.  Do further research, before you attempt to cut the cord.  Apparently, I reside in a “black hole” for TV signaling.  If you reside near a major metroplex, good for you.

Don’t believe advertising claims.  If the antenna is purported to have a 70 mile range–it may not always be true.  Like EPA car mileage claims, it’s only under ideal conditions.

Antennas receive broadcast signals in a straight line.  Applying “digital or HD capable” to TV antennas is somewhat of a misnomer.  Old-fashioned rabbit ear antennas would pick up digital or HD, if the broadcaster’s signal was clear.

 

Over the Next Hill

Since the beginning of time, humankind has wondered what was beyond the next hill.

That’s why our genetic makeup is so varied. That’s why some are surprised when they use popular sites, such as Ancestry.com and 23 and Me. You could have more German heritage, than your German citizen friend.

My step-daughters allegedly had a Native American great-grandmother on their biological father’s side of the family. His genetic report showed no such DNA evidence. This was a topic of conversation over the Holidays.

My wife, previously a skeptic, had her DNA checked and found a small percentage of Native American ancestry. My two grandsons have known Hispanic heritage. One of them had a much larger percentage, than the other.

What will my DNA reveal? Will it be different from that of my sister? Will the information conflict with what I was told growing up? My curiosity has been aroused.

Pits and Pendulums

Packing peanuts
Pits and pendulums
Sweat rivulets flowed
Droplets from nose to chin
Fifteen-minute fame increments
Expired somewhere, sometime in 1987
Nobody cared much, to remember when
Hat, raked just right, topped his balding head
Cotton twill shirts with sharp, starched creases
Five-point star, company logo, on each upper sleeve
Pointless, to pump up fading careers
John, preferred to stay in the background
Let others think he was hopelessly mired in the past
What he really wanted to convey
More had been done with less
And still could be

 

 

 

 

 

 

What You Don’t Know

Or, what you may not know. Phrases spoken many times over by TV news anchors.

If I didn’t know something, How would I know what it was, that I wasn’t supposed to know?

Furthermore, why would this unknown knowledge, be a concern?

I like making my own decisions about what’s important and suspect there are many others like me.

Tomorrow is the second, state and local, primary election.  There’s the possibility of more run-off elections before November.  Hoping for the best outcome–and no more mudslinging political ads.

Rescue Me

Protesters, watched from afar
On living room flat screens
Days weren’t always sunny
Some jokes weren’t funny
To those with sweat-drenched bodies
When gnats, mosquitoes, swarmed
Above kudzu choked landscapes
Where catfish swam in murky waters
Death and taxes, the only certainties
Yet, no one demanded to be rescued

 

Perfection/Imperfection

Cars without reverse gears
Fronts same as backs
Driven either way
Imitated streetcars, trains
Made quick getaways
95% pure hooey
Reflected in their eyes
Some stared down
The end of their noses
Clucked their tongues
Danced superiority dances
At pot luck dinners
Past imperfect tenses
Filed in fed-up files

Resolution Revolution

A brand new year
Endless 2017 reviews
Are relegated to
Dusty files of history
Normal people
According to the media
Were supposed to make
New Years resolutions
Lose weight the sure-fire way
Can’t-fail investments
Better health care insurance
Health club memberships
Good ideas–usually forgotten by March