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I’m a part-time Vermonter, and you know what I love about browsing Vermont houses on Zillow? How simple Vermont is, how unostentatious. For instance, this $16 million home in Stowe, which I would gladly accept as a gift if someone wanted to buy it for me, despite the manmade lake. We can work with it. The architecture isn’t gaudy, the lines are nice… Until we get to the GIANT METAL HEAD.

When I receive an event invite, I will often respond asking a few questions, including if Uber vouchers were available/possible. This is something that is often a major deciding factor if I am on the fence about being able to attend an event or dinner. (It’s not a diva thing, I have a significant commute, have avoided the subway for the last few years, with the current world situation I have pretty major safety concerns, and Uber rides can be prohibitively expensive as they add up — especially these days.

One of the more frequent hurdles I watch my team run into when they first learn AWS is that AWS has two primary ways to assign the same privileges to some of its resources. In its documentation, AWS describes the difference between identity-based policies which affect IAM Principals, and resource-based policies that affect AWS resources. The model of permissions associated with identity-based policies is often referred to as RBAC or (Role-based Access Control).

Frankie Willow Fitzgerald: A rainbow in the clouds It has taken five months to summon the courage to share this news publicly.  On October 16th, 2022 our daughter Frankie Willow Fitzgerald, passed away in our home. Frankie shone brightly for her short time with us in human form and we do not doubt that she will continue sparkling for many lifetimes. Frankie lived whole-heartedly up until her final breath and now continues on her journey as a vibrant, wild, and free spirit.

Hardest I’ve sobbed in a long time, not from lack of trying or lack of things to cry about, was watching the television coverage of Shane MacGowan’s funeral in Dublin. The lovely wicker casket, the tearful smiles on the faces of friends and family dancing in the aisles to the coda of “Fairytale of New York” (ever seen people dancing in the aisles? At a funeral!?), all the streets along the route from the cathedral to his final resting place lined with drunken farewell-wishers spontaneously shouting and singing his songs—it was all too much to bear in the best possible way.

Hang on, it’s going to get a little spicy around here. It’s ramp season in Minnesota, and it’s been spring onion season in most of the country for a while now; it should continue into July in the mountains of the West. Ramps, wild onion, wild garlic, whatever you call them, are some of our best springtime wild foods. They get me excited. But for some rea… ncG1vNJzZmisn6m1pq7Op5xnq6WXwLWtwqRlnKedZL1wrYyrmKesXZavsMHTZqmapaCo

The World is the largest privately-owned residential yacht on earth. I had the very great fortune to be invited on board to give two talks. The first I called 'An Entertaining Story' which I hope it was for those who listened. There was quite a bit about the lighter fluffier stuff of life but I also dipped into the work I do with Global Empowerment Mission. The second talk was titled 'A Front Row Seat' about my mother's extraordinary time traveling as a Lady-in-Waiting to the Queen, on both Commonwealth Tours.

If I could write and do podcasts all day, every day I would. And actually, you can help make that happen by becoming a paid subscriber. Also, be sure to visit JusticeTakesSides.com. Subscribers already have the website password. :-)At our last podcast retreat for Footnotes my colleagues remarked that I don’t tend to emote very much. To put it plainly. I don’t cry very often. I express my emotions in other ways, but tears usually aren’t it.

Some very offensive ads for an offensively named probiotic were making the rounds of late. The product? The “Happy Hoo-Ha,” which the manufacturer Olly claims “supports vaginal health and pH.” Actually naming a product for the “Hoo-Ha” is sophomoric enough, but Olly doubled down by advertising this as product as good for your panty hamster. No, not party hamster, panty hamster.  Sigh. You feel my eye-roll, don’t you? Olly has been investing heavily in Instagram influencers to push this crap, so I felt it was worthwhile to explain why this product is the equivalent of flushing $20 down the toilet each month.