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MacJunketing

Yesterday KJG invited me to join her in a quest to buy a new computer. Or, more to the point, a Mac.

She’s had an iPhone for a while, likes it, and in the course of using it has grown accustomed to some of the Macinoid ways of doing things. Her laptop PC having arrived at its last legs (or whatever PCs have), she had pretty much decided she wanted to at least seriously consider a Mac.

So we presented ourselves at the Arrowhead Mall Apple store at 10:00 a.m., the moment it opened to the general public.

That was when we met the most amazing man. His name is Stan, and he and his yellow lab are employed full-time as sales reps for Apple computers. What a remarkable guy! He’s stone blind. Using Apple’s voice function plus an amazing tactile memory and about the quickest mind any of us have ever had the privilege to meet, he had no problem demonstrating how the various choices of products work, how they compare, and what the various choices (for example, of memory) mean in the context of the two businesses KJG and Mr. KJG operate.

The hound had recently had surgery and so spent most of his time resting. No matter. Stan had no problem navigating the store and all its products on his own, all the while operating as an engaging salesman.

He sold me a cool little Bluetooth keyboard tricked out as a cover for the iPad. It works like one of those expensive and useless little fold-up covers you can buy, in that it will put the iPad to sleep when you “close” it. But it gives you a small keyboard with actual keys that actually work, unlike the endlessly annoying virtual keyboard that pops up whenever you need to type something into an e-mail or a web page. This infuses enough usability into the iPad to make the gadget a practical device, something that I haven’t found to be true since I bought the thing.

And I learned that Pages, which only costs a few bucks and which now will manipulate Word documents, can be downloaded into an iPad as a fully functional app. So can Numbers, a spreadsheet with power comparable to Excel’s.

Hot dang!

I’ve wanted a spreadsheet app that would allow me to enter, say, a budgeted amount for Costco, so that I could carry the iPad into a store with me and keep a running tab of what I’ve spent. This would simplify life considerably. But the spreadsheet apps I’ve found so far leave a lot to be desired…like, say, usability.

The new keyboard gadget, Numbers, and Pages will hugely improve the iPad’s functionality. Too bad the thing doesn’t come already loaded with these things — it’s only taken, what? two years to figure this out.

KJG wanted some time to think about all she’d learned before deciding on a purchase, so from there we wandered to a shoe store — decided that the new Mephistos are surprisingly uncomfortable — and through several wonderful stores for teenyboppers and twenty-somethings (imagine! once we could wear stuff like that), and into a Coldwater Creek (this is what we have to wear now????), and over to the food court, and finally back to the Apple store.

Finally she decided on a 13-inch MacBook with a mid-range of memory. The staff there walked her through setting it up, and when last heard from, she was e-mailing messages from the little guy. 🙂

So that was fun. And productive, too.

My Achin’ Back Roundup!

Sooo I’m really not getting the posts up here, baaaad basselope! The tardiness is partly a dead laziness issue and partly the result of discovering that the stubborn pain in the right hip and tailbone probably has something to do with my unconscious habit, which no amount of deliberation seems to break, of sitting cattywampus on the desk chair with the left foot hooked under the right thigh, hour after hour after UNCOUNTABLE hour.

Saturday it was out of the sack by 5:00 a.m. and straight across the hall to the office. Spent two hours grading student papers; then read news online and made a couple of comments on other blogs and played a little fake mah-jongg and responded to e-mails and coped with a student query that required 45 minutes of figuring out & explaining and paid Tina for subcontracting work. By the time I got up from the computer to fix breakfast, it was 10:00.

I still hadn’t written a FaM post, still hadn’t entered the last two or three weeks’ of credit-card charges in Quickbooks, still hadn’t scanned and deposited three checks from clients, still hadn’t sent the clients receipts, still hadn’t paid the AMEX and Mastercharge bills, still hadn’t figured out how much to transfer and from where to cover third-quarter 2013 living expenses.

And I had already been parked in front of the computer for five hours! No wonder my back hurts…

This incredible lasagne soup recipe popped up on Stumbleupon.

Donna Freedman wonders how to address the issue of people yakking through a musical performance, the next time it happens to her (which it certainly will). I don’t know whether people are simply so enamored of their own voices that they can’t imagine anyone else wouldn’t want to listen to them, or whether they just don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks. But there sure are a lot of obnoxious folks out there.

101 Centavos has a whole series of entertaining posts this week. Start with the tongue-in-cheek (I think!) ideas for potentially successful retail stores and then explore the rest of the week’s offerings.

Recently I ran across a site called Prawfsblawg, the product of a far-flung band of law professors. This bunch is all over the place, posting on a wide variety of issues. I enjoyed, for example, Rick Garnett’s “The Blogger as Public Intellectual.” But the whole site is well worth reading and revisiting.

Over at A Gai Shan Life, Revanche relates another episode in the family soap opera.

TB grouses about having to start over on the bottom rung at his new job. Therein lies the problem with the adage that people in their 20s and 30s now can expect to change careers several times during their working lives: that means several returns to entry level!

As I was posting about why I don’t need a gun (because every other nutcase in the city has one and so we all assume everybody we encounter is carrying heat), Crystal also posted about the nature of gun ownership in America.

And along the same lines, here’s an eye-roller from The Volokh Conspiracy about the outcome of a firearms safety class.

Money Beagle contemplates ten mystifications of life, to amusing effect.

One Cent at a Time hosted this week’s Carnival of Personal Finance and kindly included Funny’s extended rant over the joys of dealing with Medigap insurers among the Editor’s Choices!

Since Once Cent at a Time is a new-to-me site, naturally I had to explore around, and found a nice post on REITs (real estate investment trusts). I expect if you’re going to invest in one of those instruments, now is the time to do it.

Academics love books. We can’t bring ourselves to get rid of the things, so we end up with gigantic, dusty libraries covering every available wall. Nicoleandmaggie ruminate interestingly on their fantasy library.

Evan at My Journey to Millions goggles in amazement at the repeated flurries of attention to CEOs who claim to draw down $1 in salary from their corporations.

At Planting our Pennies, Mrs. PoP uses a funny cat story to spin off a post on the wacky ease with which we can buy stuff these days.

At NZ Muse, eemusings and soon-to-be-DH plan a round-the-world trip. Maybe they’ll come to Arizona. 🙂

All of us buy clothing made in Asia — whether out of frugality or because we can’t find any practical alternatives anymore. Frugal Scholar observes that most of us overlook the real cost of those purchases. For enlightenment, check out the Robert Pinsky poem Frugal Scholar has reproduced.

 

 

 

Why I Don’t Need a Gun

P1020137…Because everybody else and his little brother has a gun.

Yesterday I got up to the mountain park a bit  late — around 11 a.m., after meetings and a trip to My Sister’s Attic to consign a set of old Noritake china. The day was warm, and so barely a soul was to be seen on the trails across the flat valley between Shaw Butte and North Mountain.

That was good: I didn’t have to listen to people yakking their heads off at the top of their lungs — the air filled with birdsong and the wind’s whisper almost drowned out the grumble of traffic on the surrounding roads.

On the other hand, of course, if one fell and broke an ankle, one would be stuck out there in the heat until five or six o’clock before anyone else would come along. And, also of course, if there’s another person out there at mid-day, it’s just you and him.

About halfway between the Seventh Avenue & Peoria trailhead and the dam below Thunderbird Road, I passed a guy walking toward me. Nothing notable, except that there was no one else on the trails around noon on a 90-degree day.

After a bit, I realized that every time I turned around, here was this guy.

He wasn’t a big man — just a strange-looking little fellow with a glabrous, ageless face. Hard to tell his age, because his head and much of his face were covered by a big hat. He passed me twice coming in my direction, and then as I headed back toward the car I saw him walking ahead of me up the trail.

And I noticed that occasionally he glanced back in my direction.

Weird. Probably harmless. But weird.

Occasionally he would slow down enough that the distance between us kept narrowing.

I stopped in the shade of a paloverde and stepped into the shrubbery so that I couldn’t be seen, figuring to wait until this character moved on.

At one point he stopped and looked back. At another, he could have borne left or right at a Y in the trail. Naturally, he was going my way.

At the Y, I picked up a narrow, flat rock and put it into my pocket, which already bulged a little where it held my car keys. Oh…did I mention I had on a pair of short-shorts?  Yeah. Stupid.

About three inches of the rock stuck out of the pocket. I wrapped my hand around it so with the fingers laying against the outside of my cut-offs in sort of…oh, the position they might be in if they were resting on a trigger guard. The stone was not visible — only my hand obviously holding something that was hidden in my pocket.

😀

He did slow down enough that I caught up and passed him. I figured if he tried anything I’d brain him with the rock — only by serendipity had I picked up a piece of granite that fit in my pocket like a nice little lady’s Derringer.

We said “hello” again. I went on my way. Nothing happened.

Weird. Harmless, but weird.

w00t! Zillow Speaks!

Is this some kind of a miracle or not?

Zillow says my house is now worth $235,000. That’s three grand more than I paid for it!

Now, o’course…it must be said that in times past we’ve been known to pontificate that Zillow is full of beans. But possibly its beaniness is in the mind of the beholder…

On the other hand, as we scribble there’s a foreclosure on the market, just around the corner. The bank seems to believe it’s worth $225,000, even though it’s a short stone’s throw away from the conduit of blight that is hideous 19th Avenue.

That house need$ work, but it has good bones: it’s SDXB’s model, hands-down the best floor plan in the tract. And the asking price is not quite as ridiculous as the three hundred grand another bank hopes to get for a decrepit house just down the street, same floor plan as mine but with a second-rate garage enclosure bloating the livable square-footage.

😀

Phoenix is a city of small enclaves. The result is a patchwork of property values. In the North Central area, some areas are rebounding in value, to the point where prices are already looking ridiculous again. Others, elbow-to-elbow with $500,000 neighborhoods, are still on the downscale side.

The increases haven’t struck M’hijito’s neighborhood, at least not exactly. Cattycorner across the street from him, a house is on the market for $350,000. But it has five bedrooms (it’s been hugely added onto) and someone went amok with the renovations in there. Zillow still values M’hijito’s house at under two hundred thou’.

On the other hand…just now almost nothing is for sale in his area. All the foreclosures are finally off the market. Prices for truly cute, centrally located mid-century houses within walking distance (for a young person) of the much-touted light rail line are very reasonable just now. I think that returns the neighborhood to the status it held at the time we bought: ripe for gentrification.

It’s perfect for young professional singles and couples.

IMHO we’ll be rightside-up by the end of this year. And if the economy holds for just a few more years, we should at least break even on the thing.

Medigap Runaround, 2013

So I get a notice from Mutual of Omaha that they’re jacking up the premium for my Medicare supplement insurance (known as “Medigap” because it fills the considerable gaps in Medicare Parts A and B coverage) by $433.58, an amount that happens to be exactly $433.58 more than I can afford.

In the mind-numbingly complicated maze that is the private Medicare supplemental insurance landscape, I have Plan F, a mid-priced scheme that effectively covers everything that Parts A and B do not cover. The last time I talked with Mutual of Omaha, their CSR suggested I switch to Plan G, which covers everything except a $147.50 Part B deductible. Part G premiums are so much lower than Plan F’s now that even paying the deductible out of pocket you still come out ahead.

Ooohkayyyy….

Meanwhile, I’ve compiled a list of a dozen companies that do business in Arizona and are charging less than Mutual of Omaha for Plan F.

Monday, I begin the endless round of calling with Mutual of Omaha itself, trying to get underwritten for Part G.

I speak with one Ernest. He says Plan G will cost $116.28, well under what I’ve been paying for Plan F. I ask about the underwriting. He transfers me to another agent, one Nicole. She says she’s a licensed agent in Arizona. But she also won’t talk with me. She tells me to call an 800 number and utter these words: “I have a Plan F and want to change to Plan G, and I want underwriting.”

I dial the 800 number and, interestingly, reach another Nicole. I say, “I have a Plan F and want to change to Plan G, and I want underwriting.” She is confused. Do I want the Underwriting Department? I say I was told to call her number, and I start to complain about the runaround.

She transfers me to one Carol. I explain what I want. Carol is in life insurance. She transfers me — to a phone tree.

Eventually, I reach one Cheryl. She says you have to fill out a whole new application for a whole new policy. She says they’ll send it to me.

Now I call Universal Fidelity. Kayla answers and says she can give me a quote. She says their Plan F is $133.85 — about what I’m paying now — and Plan G is $112.99. She explains that you have to trigger the Medicare deductible before Plan G will cover anything. This implies that there could be circumstances that Plan G will not cover, since not all issues covered by Medicare A & B are doctors’ visits. She says an agent will call me — some guy from American Health Underwriters in Ft. Worth.

I call Everence, where I reach one Jason. He says Everence is a fraternal benefit organization for fundamentalist Christians. Episcopalians do not count as Christians in their book.

Next I call American Family (the ever-annoyingly advertised AFLAC). Here I get an incredible electronic runaround and finally give up without ever reaching a human.

Moving on, at United Healthcare I reach one Don, who tells me that their Plan F costs $180 a month and their plan G, $160. He tries to corral me into an AARP HMO. I tell him to get lost.

Now I dial Heartland, where a person named Tracy transfers me to a male person with a name pronounced “Teal.” He’s with Equitable Life. He says their Plan F costs $149 and Plan G costs $140. There’s a $20 application fee, he notes. He says he will send an application and gives me a direct phone number at which to reach him.

Next I call Forethought. It’s after hours now on the East Coast, and their offices are closed.

I wonder if Government Personnel Mutual will cover state employees or the children of Merchant Marine officers. In the course of searching for an answer to this question on their website, I’m shunted to a webpage of something called Medicare Marketplace. I dial the 866 number and reach one Larry Peters, who presents himself an insurance agent & broker in Omaha. He says that Government Personnel actually started out serving only federal employees and members of the military, but it now covers civilians, too. Its plan G is only $110.70; if I want a Plan F, the next-best deal he can get for me is with American Continental at $141.94.

However, he says, it’s late at his office and the computer system is about to shut down. Could we talk the following day? We exchange phone numbers and agree to try to get in touch about mid-morning Arizona time.

On Tuesday I leave the house at 6:30 for a hike up the mountain and get back around 8:30. An hour or so later, I call him back. He says the application fee is $25. I agree to this and say I’m interested in Plan G. He asks the  underwriting questions and says he will send the form.

In the meantime, I’ve done a little research.

By Tuesday morning, I know that Universal Fidelity got a negative rating from A.M. Best in 2011 and again in March of 2012. Heartland has racked up a grade of F (for “flunk”) from the Better Business Bureau as well as 8 complaints at Ripoff Report. A. M. Best downgraded it in 2009.

Central States, which I  have not yet tried to reach but whose rates look pretty high, has an A. M. Best rating of A+; Manhattan, with slightly higher rates, has a rating of B+ and a long-term rating of bbb-; A. M. Best considers it to be “stable.” Government Personnel Mutual is rated A- (also in the “excellent” range) with a long-term rating of a- and a “stable” outlook; the Texas Department of Insurance’s excellent website shows no complaints against it.

Later on Tuesday, one Mike from Universal Fidelity calls. He says that company charges $129.85 for Plan F and $108  for Plan G. He’s a fast talker and he’s trying to maneuver me into committing to one or the other of these. In the course of conversation, he says the application fee is $45.

Since that’s clearly beyond the pale — the others are charging $20 to $25 for the privilege of asking humbly whether you may be allowed to purchase a policy to fill in the empty spaces around the capacious Medicare coverage — I ask him if that $45 is billed to me when he puts the application in the mail or only after I fill it in and submit it. He won’t give me a straight answer. I say, “You’re not answering my question. Am I billed $45 simply because you mail me a blank application, or am I billed $45 when you receive the completed application?” Disingenuously, he says I’m billed $45 when they send me a statement for the Part G coverage.

Annoyed, I say, “Look, you have competition. Why don’t you wait a couple of days before sending this application to me, until I can see what I can find out about Plan G from the several other companies that offer it in Arizona at affordable rates.” He flounders. I say, unequivocally, “Wait two days before you send this application. I will be in touch with you.”

This morning while I’m at a meeting, Mike calls back. He wants me to return his call. I’m involved with grading papers and writing a report about the meeting and so decide to delay that particular annoyance. While I’m still working, he calls again and leaves a message on my voicemail saying he had the prices for Arizona wrong, and that Plan F is actually $133.85 and Plan G, $112.79. They’ll divide the $45 application gouge between two months, making the first two months’ Plan G payments a bargain $135.29. Mighty white of ’em, eh?

Amazing picture, isn’t it? Over two days, I’ve called SIX insurance companies offering identical Medigap plans at six different rates and I’ve spoken to TWELVE different people and an impenetrable telephone tree. Of the twelve humans, nine could give me no information of any value, two tried to hustle me, and one may be hustling me but seems to represent a reasonably reputable company offering a plan at an almost affordable rate. Alleged plan G rates range from $112.99 to $160, for the same, identical, federally regulated coverage; “application fees” range from $20 to $45.

To start the underwriting process, I’ve had to give my Social Security number to a guy I met through an Internet page and who for all know could be Osama Bin Laden’s nephew, out to fund his organization’s enterprise with identity theft. And yes, I’ve asked around among friends and business acquaintances and been unable to find anyone living in Arizona who works as a broker for Medicare supplemental plans. The best I can say is that there is indeed a Larry Peters running an insurance agency in Omaha.

Ain’t private enterprise grand?

Why not  just have Medicare provide full coverage, instead of throwing elderly, frail, and often fuzzy-minded citizens into such a gawdawful briar patch?

What a flicking nightmare.

Apparently I’m going to have to go through this rat-race about once every year or two.

I did find an outfit that issues reports on Medicare Supplement and Part D (prescription drug) plans. The report on Part D will set you back $49. Their report on Medigap insurers is $99. So…that’s $150, just to try to get an allegedly unbiased comparison of these outfits.

Otherwise, there appears to be no help available to consumers for navigating this dangerous and expensive mess.

One Toke Too Hilarious!

My old friend and former boss Jeff Burger posts this entertaining video at his website. You have got to see it. Lawrence Welk brings us Brewer and Shipley as modern spiritual!

SpringsteenBookYou might enjoy Jeff’s new book, Springsteen on Springsteen: Interviews, Speeches, and Encounters (Musicians in Their Own Words), by the way. Jeff has been a reviewer and reporter of popular music for lo! these many decades, and is quite an expert on rock music.

Student paper day…so I don’t expect you’ll hear much more from me till tomorrow. {sigh} Only one more feature-length article and a brite slated to come in from that set. Then…ahhh! A whole summer of peace and quiet.