On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 9:19:59 PM UTC+1, Jeff Liebermann wrote:
On Fri, 31 Jul 2020 08:36:51 -0700 (PDT), Andre Jute
wrote:

On Friday, July 31, 2020 at 12:19:22 AM UTC+1, wrote:
On Thursday, July 30, 2020 at 11:04:50 AM UTC-7, Andre Jute wrote:
Hey, Franki-boy Krygowski, where are those seasonal workers from Donegal you promised to prove?

Andre Jute
Just a gentle nudge for you to do your duty, Franki-boy

What do you want to bet that Frank thinks Donegal is a town?

You owe me a new keyboard, Tom. I just sputtered a favourite keyboard with coffee. Heh-heh! -- AJ

Please do it again. Wikipedia seems to think Donegal is a town:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donegal_(town)
http://www.donegaltown.ie

Hopefully, you didn't add any sugar to the coffee. Sugar makes the
keyboard rather sticky until it's washed and wiped a few times. This
looks like barely tolerable advice:
https://www.hungerford.tech/help-i-spilled-coffee-on-my-keyboard.php
I cheat and use my air compressor to blow away as much surface liquid
as possible before washing. Try to blow across the surface of the
keyboard and not down into the mechanism and electronics.

After the ritual baptism of the keyboard, blow away as much residual
water as possible. Hang the keyboard vertically so that the drippings
will land in the ends of the keyboard, not into the mechanism or key
dome area. For the remaining water to evaporate, leave the keyboard
in the sun for a few hours if its warm, or a few days if it's overcast
or the humidity is high. Blow some more compressed air under the
keys. If you see water droplets, it's not dry yet.

Also, don't use gas (petrol) station compressed air. They usually
spray water, rust, and oil.

Good luck. If you have problems, just ask one of the seasonal workers
for help. They might not know much about keyboard cleaning, but the
probably know more than the local bicycle blacksmith.


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Jeff Liebermann
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Thanks, Jeff. Donegal is both a town and a county but "Donegal style" in anything refers to the county; the town probably has some local pride but it has long since been supplanted as a county's main centre.

Of course, people with taste don't bother much about "Donegal style" -- they go for the real thing instead. For instance I have a hat and scarf in Donegal tweed, grey and green and black, and used to have a donkey jacket in the same tweed but gave it to a woman shivering in a t-shirt in midwinter at a bus stop. She, probably sensibly, wouldn't get in a car with two men, my driver and me, when we stopped to offer her a ride as we were on our way to the only place the bus that passed there went, as it happens the music school where I was to give a talk and a demonstration on a modern violin a famous* Austrian luthier had sent me to staff, senior students and the local luthiers; so I just gave her the jacket to keep her dry and we drove on.

* Maybe I should describe him as notorious -- he'd been in jail for his differences with his local luthiers' guild though today his instruments are displayed in the museum as a matter of national pride, and played around the world.

"Donegal style" is strictly for wannabes, like Franki-boy's fiddle group. And the Scottish influence in Donegal fiddle-playing, such as it is, has nothing to do with seasonal labourers but with the shape of Donegal, a long finger of land beside Scottish-settled Northern Ireland. Talk of two different countries shouldn't mislead you into believing there's anything like a border there with Customs and Excise and Immigration controls. You just drive or cycle or walk across and most of the time you don't even know you've crossed the border.

Poor Franki-boy got misled by that useful idiot (to me, not to Franki-boy, heh-heh!), news18, known here as the thief Peter Howard, who in falling over himself to contradict me reported absolutely erroneously about the peasants I was talking about that they went to England as seasonal labourers, and I couldn't be bothered to correct the wretched little man. Franki-boy then presumptively extended that "seasonal labourers" bull**** to Donegal, where it is especially inapt -- and inept! Nobody with brains who's ever been there, or seen a map and knows a little history, would believe in "seasonal labourers". (For your information, the seasonal labourers on British farms are -- more likely were, as they're no longer so poor -- from the large Irish settlements in many British cities. A moment's thought, or a ruler and a map, will tell anyone who isn't blinded by hatred or stupidity instantly that seasonal labourers are not transported across expensive distances because their labour simply doesn't warrant the expense. Does anyone bring Latinos from New York to California to pick melons?)

Then the wretched Krygowski, in his normal nasty style, tried to lie about it when I corrected him. His quotation from Wikipedia was no doubt cut short with ellipses because it didn't support his claim of seasonal labourers, making his claim of a great depth of references standing behind him a lie. Ellipses are always a sign that there's a lie behind Franki-boy's stubborn assurance that he's won the argument -- which in his absence wouldn't have been an argument but a friendly discussion. The wretched man is incapable of doing anything as minimally gracious as admitting error and apologising for it: he has no grace.

Of course, I don't need to look it up in Grove or some pop reference: I know more than Franki-boy, or anyone he can reach, about music in Ireland, and probably everywhere else as well. I wrote a column on it for fifteen or twenty years for a leading Irish paper; my column was widely syndicated and in all that time nobody contradicted me on a matter of fact. So I flicked off poor old Krygowski, like a piece of snot off my thumb, on my own authority, the same way I would flick off the little flame merchants infesting the net on suspensions which were my main specialty in automobiles; the difference is that my expertise on music is older, deeper and more recent as well.

Normally I'd assume on this kind of thing that someone made an honest error, and correct them politely, but Krygowski tried to embarrass me when I arrived here, refused to apologise, and has attempted to bully me since. I left him be while I dealt one by one with the bandwagoneers on his bullytrain.. Now I have the time and the inclination to ride his slack ass into his grave. Let's see how that smug scumball Krygowski handles what he hands out daily, most recently to Tom and before that to Ridealot, when it is applied to him by someone with the will to carry it through and unlimited means.

Returning to my keyboard, it's the standard 11in Apple Magic Keyboard, previous model with the round battery case underneath, with some kind of a membrane between the keys and the scissors mechanism; it has had coffee on it before. I turn it over and wait for the coffee to dry, then wipe the residue off with a bathroom wipe. No sugar in my coffee, but honey with the lemon or lime in my tea, which is as bad. I have clean compressed air in my studio for my airbrush but the last time I applied it to a keyboard that was wet (a glass of cider called Orchard Thieves went onto it) all that happened was that it blew liquid through the pinholes worn in the membrane from years of use, and I was out of a hundred buck keyboard. The keyboard in question today has already been cleaned up and put back in service. I should look after it better, because it is probably the best computer keyboard ever made and there is no NOS stock that I could find the other day when I went looking for another one to pair with my new iPad Pro -- it is conveniently the same 11in length as 12.9in (diagonal) iPad Pro once the tablet is in its Supcase Unicorn Beetle protective case.

Andre Jute
I'm not the only writer to become attached to a good keyboard