….at least our car is. Here is a shot of our brand spanking new Virgin Island license plate, just an hour ago placed on our car. It only took four trips back and forth to the Department of Motor Vehicles and about seven telephone calls to the car dealer to get everything just right.
The Virgin Islands are the best place to live because you can get fresh – not frozen -
ALL YEAR ‘ROUND!
Whoo-hoo!
Be patient: it takes a while to download.
Well, it should come as a surprise to no one that Casey is not allowed to come with us to any many public places as she was in Zurich. She’s basically unwelcome in restaurants, stores, supermarkets and the most of the beaches which are part of the National Park. Sensing this, Casey has taken the matter into her own hands; she has decided that if she cannot go to these places with us, she’s going to…
DRIVE!Â
That’ll show ‘em. In fact, we took her with us to pick up a pizza the other night. When we went in to order the pizza and wait (almost an hour!) for it, little miss sunshine here scrambled to the front seat to watch us inside the restaurant. We thought it was a cute picture so we took it.
We have actually found a number of restaurants where Casey is welcome on the deck or outdoors. This is due, in part, to the fact that she is well-behaved. Perhaps in a future post we can give a plug to the sort-of pet-friendly places we’ve found.
In the meantime, keep off the streets of St. John, Casey’s drivin’!
I just recently reconnected with two high school friends (they are now married to each other) whom I have not seen or spoken with for probably 11 years. It was great to hear from them. They found my on Facebook.
For that purpose, I think online alumni boards, Facebook, MySpace, etc. are great. But have you been on one of these sites lately? They want so much information. Remember the Facebook debacle when Facebook was publishing its members’ shopping lists and wishlists publicly on its members’ pages. We’ve all read stories about interviewees being refused jobs because their potential employer found the picture of the candidate face down in her own puke in a bush. And the picture wasn’t taken in too distant past.
Now Facebook wants me to play online games, tell them what I like, post lists online, share videos with my friends.I remember a simpler, more quaint time when the internet afforded surfers a fair bit of privacy and surfing could be anonymous.
Now, my ISP knows the sites I visit, the kind of computer I use, the operating system I use (including which service pack I’ve downloaded,) the browser I prefer to use online and from where I’m surfing — my web host provides me with that information about you as you peruse this site (I didn’t ask it to; it just does). Isn’t it enough that when I simply plug that RJ-45 cable into the ethernet jack a fair bit of anonymity goes out the window?
Do we actually want to voluntarily upload information that can identify us and make use more vulnerable to identity theft and job rejections?
Now go check out that video I just posted to your Superwall!
It’s virtually impossible to live on St. John without some sort of vehicle. Lots of people hitch rides and it’s generally safe to both hitchhike and pick up hitchers on the island, but without wheels you’re pretty much limited. Here’s the car we got about two weeks ago. It’s a Suzuki Grand Vitara. Our friend Albert Willis, who owns St. John Car Rental, hooked us up with one of his contacts on St. Thomas and got us a pretty respectable deal. 2008 model year, just $300 more than a 2007 model (azure grey metallic is also better than fire engine red on the 2007 model). So far, we really like the vehicle, handles the rocky steep roads pretty well but, like most SUVs, kinda sucks on fuel economy. If you looked at the car you wouldn’t know it was new. It’s already all covered in dust, scratched on the inside by propane tanks rolling around and Casey has thrown up in it. A real island car, mon.
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