*exhales*

Apparently within the US, the SWIFT code is something for outgoing wire transfers. A friend of mine who works for the bank in question seems to have gotten it all figured out, and I am assured that with the data I have in hand it will work, so long as the bank here is willing to actually try it. Which they have indicated they are. So I will try again tomorrow. In the meantime, I seek the Knowledge of Livejournal for some book research questions. and , I beseech you…

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for crying out loud

AIB insists there must be a SORT or SWIFT code for my bank in Alaska. My bank in Alaska insists it has no such thing. AIB says they SUPPOSE I can try to send money using the routing code that FNBA provided, but they don’t think it’ll work and that they can’t possibly see how the bank can’t have the codes AIB says it should. I believe that on Thursday, when Ted has the day off, we will go talk to the other banks and find out if they, too,…

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big day.

Big day planned today. Going to spend the morning typing in the Chance pages and seeing how much of a script I’ve got here. Doing to do some laundry in there, too. This afternoon I think I’ll go into Cork to sign up for a class or two, and maybe do some shopping: apples, jeans, new shoes, shampoo; that sort of thing. Maybe a couple of more winter-weight shirts. Need to call the bank and speak slowly to them regarding a wire transfer. Should do that before I go to…

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i FWIMMED!

I actually got up this morning and swam. And then I walked home. I’m so proud of myself! :) I only did 1500 meters (my, the difference between a meter pool and a yard pool is significant, even if it’s not much), but 1500’s not too bad for my first time swimming in months. The pool was ungodly hot, really genuinely hotter than necessary even to keep little kids from turning blue, but it may be (if the people who were there are any indicator) that I’m the only person…

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sports, science fiction, and the state of america

At thirty-six, like most professional athletes, Andre Agassi is, by the standards of his occupation, an old man. I don’t know how many of you are following the US Open in tennis this week. Probably not many. But most of you do read science fiction, and that’s actually what I’m thinking about while I’m on the topic of Andre Agassi. The US Open is Agassi’s swan song. He’s supposed to be retiring gracefully this year, having made the cut and now taking, as it were, a last jog around the…

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