I think it's called "Retinitus Pigmentosa."
A friend of a friend of mine is gradually losing his sight to it. Apparently he can still see just a limited area at the center of his former field of vision. But he still uses the comuter (and watched the WTC collapse).
If the "eye strain" objection cited elsewhere isn't a factor, something like this might at least return a full view of the computer screen (and then, movies? live video feed?
My local Post Office in Brooklyn now offers: 1) a pick-up window featuring a hand-written sign "no yellow slips here." That is, no package pick-ups at the package pick-up window. 2) a loud, commercial radio station blaring over the lobby loudspeaker 3) a loud television (playing the Maury Povitch show, when I was there), competing with the radio for attention. 4) one or two clerks avaiable for a long line of tired, disgruntled people. 5) the ability to misplace a package addressed to me because it was filed under my second initial instead of under my last name. 6)delivery people who cram articles into the mail-box, crushing personal cards and letters. 7)a delivery person who was sypmathetic about my "lost" package but shrugged, gee, we have a lot of packages. Er, yeah.
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I think it's called "Retinitus Pigmentosa."
A friend of a friend of mine is gradually losing his sight to it. Apparently he can still see just a limited area at the center of his former field of vision. But he still uses the comuter (and watched the WTC collapse).
If the "eye strain" objection cited elsewhere isn't a factor, something like this might at least return a full view of the computer screen (and then, movies? live video feed?
Homer Simpson is running for President, isn't he? His dad was George Bush I, wasn't he?
My local Post Office in Brooklyn now offers:
1) a pick-up window featuring a hand-written sign "no yellow slips here." That is, no package pick-ups at the package pick-up window.
2) a loud, commercial radio station blaring over the lobby loudspeaker
3) a loud television (playing the Maury Povitch show, when I was there), competing with the radio for attention.
4) one or two clerks avaiable for a long line of tired, disgruntled people.
5) the ability to misplace a package addressed to me because it was filed under my second initial instead of under my last name.
6)delivery people who cram articles into the mail-box, crushing personal cards and letters.
7)a delivery person who was sypmathetic about my "lost" package but shrugged, gee, we have a lot of packages. Er, yeah.