My rant: GoDaddy Junk Mail Filters Suck! (As does their customer support)

I have a hosted domain and upgraded email through GoDaddy. I've noticed that even with Spam Filters turned on, I get tons of SPAM - nothing is getting blocked. When I called GoDaddy tech support, they said if I purchased Private Domain Listing, all this would go away. However, all my email addresses hosted by GoDaddy are full of unfiltered SPAM, not just the one listed on my WhoIS domain listing.

I've been going through all my hosted email accounts on GoDaddy, even my non-public and catch-all addresses, and the inboxes are ALL full of SPAM, even with filtering turned on. Nice job, GoDaddy, for making my email addresses useless.

So, customer support didn't solve the issue. They only tried to upsell me an additional service! I guess the hundreds of dollars I've spend per year on GoDaddy services just isn't enough. And doesn't rate real customer service.They don't even have customer service via email anymore - guess they were getting too much SPAM (ha!)!.

My advice to you: use gmail and gmail business services for your email addresses. I'll be leaving GoDaddy as soon as possible.

Fuel the Fire

Life
Does not come to he who waits.
Life
Simply passes by.
 
Ninety five percent
Is not one hundred.
That special spark
Will not blaze on it's own.
 
You must fuel the fire
With your heart's desire.

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Being a Me

It's a weird thing being a me
Wrapped up in this squishy body,
Looking out at the world.
It's interesting that the best times we have
Are those that take us out of ourselves,
Outside of the Me.
 
It leads me to believe that somewhere, outside of me,
Is a universe of life and love.
And the more we can experience here, in life,
Outside of me,
Brings us closer to the universal Us where we belong.

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Morning wind

With new leaves sprouting
The morning wind takes on a new sound.
Gone is the clacking of bare limbs,
Replaced by the sighing of feathered branches.

 

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10 PM Spring Evening in the Adirondacks

Spring in the Adirondacks
Full moon washes the stars from the deep indigo blue sky
A robin flees from her nest as I walk across the deck
In the distance, spring peepers call from the bog
As a woodcock peeps from a tree then launches into it's twittering spiral
Seeking the avian equivalent of love and romance

Thanksgiving Settling In

It is really starting to feel like the holidays around here. The wood stove has been going non-stop and the house is filled with toasty, dry warmth. The landscape is coated in a white frosting of snow. Mathew is home from college.

We've stocked the house with fixings for our traditional Thanksgiving day full of appetizers and a sumptuous Turkey dinner. Things are mostly tidied up in expectation of our cooking frenzy and the arrival of our special guest, Wilbert Gamble, our new pastor at the First United Methodist Church of Saranac Lake. We were one of two families offering hospitality should the weather prevent him from heading home. So he is spending time early afternoon tomorrow with Grant and Cindy Besio and then joining us at four. How he'll manage two Turkey dinners I do not know. And he is going to miss out on our all day snacking, which he admits is a tradition in his family as well.

Wilbert started attending our church about a year ago and frequented the early Praise Service where I am music minister. He has a great interest in learning guitar. And though I have told him I am not good at giving lessons, it is a frequent topic of discussion with him, with hints dropped frequently after the Sunday service. Perhaps I'll pull our a few guitars while hemisphere and give him a few pointers. Wilbert is teaching himself a classical style of playing but he wants to learn the mix of chording and flat picking that I tend to use.

For snacks, we are planning our traditional affair of smoked oysters, olivada (sort of a black olive pâté, simply black olives, garlic and pine nuts), roasted red peppers (marinated in olive oil, balsamic vinegar, garlic and basil) and guacamole. I may have my stuffing in a hot dog roll that my mom started me on as a hungry teenager. I used to help,her make stuffing, as we pushed celery and onions through a hand grinder to make the base. Mom has since switched to a blender, while we use the nice 7 quart Quisinart I purchased over the summer (best investment we ever made).

The holidays are a nice time of year. I get pulled out of my fall depression by loving thoughts of family and memories of holidays past. I think of my childhood holidays and wonder what memories we have instilled within the hearts and minds of our two children. I hope they are rich enough to last their lifetimes, as seem to be mine.

I wish all my friends and family a Thanksgiving holiday filled with love and the melding of wonderful new memories with those of thanksgivings past.

Father to Son

A link unbroken
Father to son
A love unspoken
Father to son

Sidney to Ray
Ray to Michael
Michael to Mathew
Father to son

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Wind Carrying a Memory

The sound of the wind, blowing through bare trees
Takes me back to Gilmanton.
I see the memory now, as an observer:
A small wooden table in Nana's garage,
Painted white and pastels, handcrafted by Grampy.

We sit, two small children, in tall chairs, feet swinging.
My sister, Thia, across the table,
Bowl-cut blond hair and happy concentration,
Coloring with crayons on large sheets of paper.

Looking out through the open door
Down the driveway to the thick forest across the street
The wind deeply sighing through the pines
Frightened by small-child thoughts
Of what lies hidden in the wilderness.

Safety just a few steps away
Through a homemade screen door with its long, squeaking spring
Don't let it slam shut as you enter the narrow hallway
Filled with the smell of fried doughnuts and baking beans,
Spices and baking and clean.
The smells of love,
The smell of Nana.

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What if 95% of your life was spiritual and 5% daily existence, instead of the other way around, as you live it now? It is a choice that takes as much diligence as any other life choice. The reward is peace, comfort, oneness with the Spirit. This book provides contemplative poetry for meditation and devotion, transcribed messages from the Holy Spirit.