Have you ever paddled a canoe with another person?
The act of paddling in sync, coordinating arm and paddle movements with another person is harder than it looks, in real life, than when the professionals do it. Sure, we can watch a movie where canoeists tackle white-water or a swiftly-moving river and afterward think to ourselves, "Hey! I can do that! No problem!" The pros do make it appear almost effortless. It is the word almost that is key here.
When two amateurs paddle a canoe together almost is a problematic term.
Consider the following hypothetical conversation that really happened once:
"Dear, I'm so sorry. I almost used the correct paddle." "What do you mean - almost used the correct paddle? Right is right and left is left. How can you mix up the two?" This conversation was being conducted as the two paddlers lifted themselves out of the frigid water and reunited with their now-aimlessly-drifting boat.
Life is rather like canoe paddling. Much of what we do, even day-to-day activities, depend on cooperation and coordination with at least one other person, if not multiple people. Groups often have to rely on cooperation and coordination with other groups. The word almost doesn't pass muster when the goal is seamless and flawless execution of a plan or project. The right hand has to know what the left hand is doing and vice versa. Plus, the right hand has to depend on the left hand to plan, execute, and follow-through AND vice versa. Without this unspoken agreement to paddle the canoe in concert, if you will, plans, projects, and initiatives will fail and fail miserably as well as often, publicly.
Hence, I am reminding myself today that I must always paddle my canoe with the thought of what the other paddler(s) is doing. The key to our success and survival may depend on each of us knowing our right from left. I can only hope that others involved know where the river, canoe, and paddles are in the first place!
Ancora imparo
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Moving A Monolith
Organized religion reminds me of a monolith. Webster's II defines a monolith as " a large, single block of stone". Monoliths can be immovable objects.
What I have to say about organized religion should not be construed as a criticism, rather an observation. I am a member of an organized religious body and have been for decades. I've also worked for that same august organization so I feel I can speak with some authenticity about its mechanisms and characteristics.
Organized religion (hereafter OR for brevity's sake) moves slowly and deliberately, although often not logically. Religious leaders will argue that because God does not act logically therefore earthly decisions need not be logically based, but rather 'spiritually inspired'.
OR does not always know how to process and receive "out of the box" thinking. I believe that OR leaders think that they think "out of the box" but outcomes often run counter to rhetoric. Creative ideas may be sought but never seriously considered and this can be highly frustrating to those who took the time for careful, purposeful thought that is logical as well as God-inspired.
Yet, we members of OR should not be permanently discouraged if our ideas are either not acknowledged or acted upon. Do we step on the toes of OR leaders when we brainstorm concepts, programs, or initiatives? Absolutely not! Without creative thinking many of history's religious 'pinnacle moments' would never have come to fruition or reality. Are our ideas met, at times, with resistance or indifference? Probably and, maybe, absolutely! But this is also not a different scenario than has been experienced repeatedly for centuries.
The bottom line for us, the members/backbone/lifeblood/pocketbook of OR is that we keep trying to make a difference. I believe that is what God wants/needs/expects of us. He speaks to us and we bring his thoughts to life in the form of ideas. Occasionally those ideas are given life through actions and support of our OR leaders and occasionally those ideas are left to collect dust in our collective cerebrums. The important 'take-away' is that we keep contributing to OR and responding to what God inspires us to do. Our thoughts, ideas, and contributions are a gift and we must never forget that.
There is no such thing as a "dumb" or poor idea. Ideas always inspire other ideas and those ideas may inspire another person to articulate yet another idea and so forth.
In the end, God will have the final say and His ideas will prevail.
May we all keep on keepin' on.
Ancora imparo
What I have to say about organized religion should not be construed as a criticism, rather an observation. I am a member of an organized religious body and have been for decades. I've also worked for that same august organization so I feel I can speak with some authenticity about its mechanisms and characteristics.
Organized religion (hereafter OR for brevity's sake) moves slowly and deliberately, although often not logically. Religious leaders will argue that because God does not act logically therefore earthly decisions need not be logically based, but rather 'spiritually inspired'.
OR does not always know how to process and receive "out of the box" thinking. I believe that OR leaders think that they think "out of the box" but outcomes often run counter to rhetoric. Creative ideas may be sought but never seriously considered and this can be highly frustrating to those who took the time for careful, purposeful thought that is logical as well as God-inspired.
Yet, we members of OR should not be permanently discouraged if our ideas are either not acknowledged or acted upon. Do we step on the toes of OR leaders when we brainstorm concepts, programs, or initiatives? Absolutely not! Without creative thinking many of history's religious 'pinnacle moments' would never have come to fruition or reality. Are our ideas met, at times, with resistance or indifference? Probably and, maybe, absolutely! But this is also not a different scenario than has been experienced repeatedly for centuries.
The bottom line for us, the members/backbone/lifeblood/pocketbook of OR is that we keep trying to make a difference. I believe that is what God wants/needs/expects of us. He speaks to us and we bring his thoughts to life in the form of ideas. Occasionally those ideas are given life through actions and support of our OR leaders and occasionally those ideas are left to collect dust in our collective cerebrums. The important 'take-away' is that we keep contributing to OR and responding to what God inspires us to do. Our thoughts, ideas, and contributions are a gift and we must never forget that.
There is no such thing as a "dumb" or poor idea. Ideas always inspire other ideas and those ideas may inspire another person to articulate yet another idea and so forth.
In the end, God will have the final say and His ideas will prevail.
May we all keep on keepin' on.
Ancora imparo
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Just When I Thought I Had It
I really thought I was making 'green' progress.
The 'experts' have declared that using a dishwasher saves a significant amount of water over hand-washing dishes, silverware, pots, pans and the like.
Being the gullible, easily-led American that I am, I believed the 'experts' and began using the dishwasher more often. I concluded that, because the 'experts' said so, it must be so. Furthermore, being 'green' is associated with seeming to be more 'American' and it is portrayed to be anti-American if we are not 'green'.
Now, lo and behold, the 'experts' are declaring that dishwasher products containing phosphates are not good for the environment. But wait, they say, "We have alternative products for you to use!", which is great except that, apparently, they either don't work well or are totally ineffective.
Not a problem, think I to myself. I'll just hand wash my dishes, silverware, pots, pans and the like. There are plenty of products for this process that do not contain phosphates.
But wait! Hand washing uses significantly more water than running a dishwasher. We must conserve our natural resources!
Hmmm. Consumers have a conundrum on their hands. Using too much water or eating on dirty utensils, cookware and dishes that are not adequately cleaned in the dishwasher. Hmmm.
Not to worry, think I to myself. I'll use disposable products, thereby saving water and avoiding the effective-yet-phosphate-laden cleaners.
But wait! Using disposable products will clog our landfills.
This sounds like Catch 22 or "Groundhog's Day". We are a nation of consumers chasing our environmental tails.
I think our ancestors had it right. Circle 'round those Conestoga wagons, create a firepit, haul out the cast iron plates, cups, cookware and the like. Rustle up some grub and then clean the dirty items by rubbing soil or sand on them. Dirt contains minerals and trace nutrients. We'll all be healthier and save the environment.
Ancora imparo
The 'experts' have declared that using a dishwasher saves a significant amount of water over hand-washing dishes, silverware, pots, pans and the like.
Being the gullible, easily-led American that I am, I believed the 'experts' and began using the dishwasher more often. I concluded that, because the 'experts' said so, it must be so. Furthermore, being 'green' is associated with seeming to be more 'American' and it is portrayed to be anti-American if we are not 'green'.
Now, lo and behold, the 'experts' are declaring that dishwasher products containing phosphates are not good for the environment. But wait, they say, "We have alternative products for you to use!", which is great except that, apparently, they either don't work well or are totally ineffective.
Not a problem, think I to myself. I'll just hand wash my dishes, silverware, pots, pans and the like. There are plenty of products for this process that do not contain phosphates.
But wait! Hand washing uses significantly more water than running a dishwasher. We must conserve our natural resources!
Hmmm. Consumers have a conundrum on their hands. Using too much water or eating on dirty utensils, cookware and dishes that are not adequately cleaned in the dishwasher. Hmmm.
Not to worry, think I to myself. I'll use disposable products, thereby saving water and avoiding the effective-yet-phosphate-laden cleaners.
But wait! Using disposable products will clog our landfills.
This sounds like Catch 22 or "Groundhog's Day". We are a nation of consumers chasing our environmental tails.
I think our ancestors had it right. Circle 'round those Conestoga wagons, create a firepit, haul out the cast iron plates, cups, cookware and the like. Rustle up some grub and then clean the dirty items by rubbing soil or sand on them. Dirt contains minerals and trace nutrients. We'll all be healthier and save the environment.
Ancora imparo
Saturday, March 28, 2009
In The Bag
Recently, I had occasion to have my newspapers collected, saved, and delivered upon my return.
As a rule, I have my delivery stopped and resumed on a certain date. However, this time, I wanted to continue following a particular story and felt that too much continuity would be lost if I stopped delivery.
When I returned home, the newspapers were stuffed into a larger paper bag and waiting for me to peruse them at my leisure. I had five days worth of newsprint to page through but freshly ground and brewed coffee made the task an enjoyable one. After completion of my reading marathon, I reflected upon what I had read - and what I had not read.
Some of the stories were predictable: Continuing dissatisfaction with the present Washington D.C. administration, growing anger about corporate executives receiving lavish and undeserved bonus monies, NCAA bracket news, local-election candidate information, and assorted short articles about tragedies and accidents - area-related and national.
Refreshingly absent were stories about brainless Hollywood youngsters (and oldsters) who are dating, divorcing, denegrating themselves or dishing about someone else. I was also relieved to not see any articles about women giving birth to copious numbers of children or starlets and their spouses posing for yet another photo opportunity. Also thankfully missing were the First Lady's biceps and related comments regarding whether or not the public was seeing too much sleeveless styling on Pennsylvania Avenue.
It was sobering to read about the weather-related problems cropping up in the nation's mid-section and the valiant efforts being put forth to save communities from flooding. Mother Nature is relentless in her quest for dominance, but is that anything new? We cannot be surprised by the affected areas where Mother Nature flexes her muscles repeatedly. She has, over the centuries, left a trail of crumbs for clues and she has not deviated from her syllabus.
What I learned is that not much changed over the days that I had my newspaper held. I think I knew, deep down, that would be the case, but a person can hope, can't they?
Now I hear Mother Nature chipping away at my window. Perhaps it is time for yet another cup of java and, this time, a good book. May you do the same.
Ancora imparo
As a rule, I have my delivery stopped and resumed on a certain date. However, this time, I wanted to continue following a particular story and felt that too much continuity would be lost if I stopped delivery.
When I returned home, the newspapers were stuffed into a larger paper bag and waiting for me to peruse them at my leisure. I had five days worth of newsprint to page through but freshly ground and brewed coffee made the task an enjoyable one. After completion of my reading marathon, I reflected upon what I had read - and what I had not read.
Some of the stories were predictable: Continuing dissatisfaction with the present Washington D.C. administration, growing anger about corporate executives receiving lavish and undeserved bonus monies, NCAA bracket news, local-election candidate information, and assorted short articles about tragedies and accidents - area-related and national.
Refreshingly absent were stories about brainless Hollywood youngsters (and oldsters) who are dating, divorcing, denegrating themselves or dishing about someone else. I was also relieved to not see any articles about women giving birth to copious numbers of children or starlets and their spouses posing for yet another photo opportunity. Also thankfully missing were the First Lady's biceps and related comments regarding whether or not the public was seeing too much sleeveless styling on Pennsylvania Avenue.
It was sobering to read about the weather-related problems cropping up in the nation's mid-section and the valiant efforts being put forth to save communities from flooding. Mother Nature is relentless in her quest for dominance, but is that anything new? We cannot be surprised by the affected areas where Mother Nature flexes her muscles repeatedly. She has, over the centuries, left a trail of crumbs for clues and she has not deviated from her syllabus.
What I learned is that not much changed over the days that I had my newspaper held. I think I knew, deep down, that would be the case, but a person can hope, can't they?
Now I hear Mother Nature chipping away at my window. Perhaps it is time for yet another cup of java and, this time, a good book. May you do the same.
Ancora imparo
Friday, March 27, 2009
Must We?
Today, I was doing the world's most mundane task - laundry. As I picked up my container of laundry soap, I was reminded again how annoyed I am that most laundry-care products have become ULTRA CONCENTRATED.
So I got curious and started examining all the containers of laundry-care potions that I have in my home. I found 2X, 3X, 6X Super Concentrate, Ultra this and Ultra that.
We are a nation of super-sizing everything.
We super-size our fast food meals, our candy bars, restaurant meal portions, CEO salaries and bonuses, coffee cups, dinner plates, professional athlete salaries, politicians' egos, and we inflate the grades that our young people earn..........from grade school and beyond. I'm sure there are many more examples of super-sizing that I cannot pull forward from my mental filing cabinet. Does any consumer know whether or not the super-sizing frenzy has actually reduced a price?
The curious part is that while we've super-sized many items and concepts, our manufacturing processes have diminutized (a new word I've coined) many other
products to a level heretofore never imagined. Cell phones, stereo components, computers, chocolate chips, cereal box contents, candy bars ...........just to name a few. But in this miniature arena, smaller does most certainly NOT mean less expensive. Quite the opposite.
An interesting contradiction, for me, is the conflict in the world of physical attributes. People pay thousands of dollars for reductions and enlargements of body parts. A single body may have one part reduced and another area 'enhanced'. There are so many Hollywood starlets that have 'improved' themselves that I'm surprised there is not a river of gel flowing through Los Angeles at this very minute, having oozed from the pores of people desperate to surgically improve what their original DNA created.
My head hurts from all this increased thinking. I think more but I earn less for the thinking that I do. This is not fair!
Wait! Who said life is fair?
I think I'll go eat a giant chocolate chip cookie. Toll House hasn't miniaturized its recipe.......yet.
Ancora imparo
So I got curious and started examining all the containers of laundry-care potions that I have in my home. I found 2X, 3X, 6X Super Concentrate, Ultra this and Ultra that.
We are a nation of super-sizing everything.
We super-size our fast food meals, our candy bars, restaurant meal portions, CEO salaries and bonuses, coffee cups, dinner plates, professional athlete salaries, politicians' egos, and we inflate the grades that our young people earn..........from grade school and beyond. I'm sure there are many more examples of super-sizing that I cannot pull forward from my mental filing cabinet. Does any consumer know whether or not the super-sizing frenzy has actually reduced a price?
The curious part is that while we've super-sized many items and concepts, our manufacturing processes have diminutized (a new word I've coined) many other
products to a level heretofore never imagined. Cell phones, stereo components, computers, chocolate chips, cereal box contents, candy bars ...........just to name a few. But in this miniature arena, smaller does most certainly NOT mean less expensive. Quite the opposite.
An interesting contradiction, for me, is the conflict in the world of physical attributes. People pay thousands of dollars for reductions and enlargements of body parts. A single body may have one part reduced and another area 'enhanced'. There are so many Hollywood starlets that have 'improved' themselves that I'm surprised there is not a river of gel flowing through Los Angeles at this very minute, having oozed from the pores of people desperate to surgically improve what their original DNA created.
My head hurts from all this increased thinking. I think more but I earn less for the thinking that I do. This is not fair!
Wait! Who said life is fair?
I think I'll go eat a giant chocolate chip cookie. Toll House hasn't miniaturized its recipe.......yet.
Ancora imparo
Thursday, March 26, 2009
When Does It Start?
I watched a playground bully at work this week.
As an educator, I am trained to spot bully-traits and this youngster wasn't very hard to identify as such. The sad part of this blog is that the bully was only five, maybe six, years of age. The even more disturbing and disappointing aspect is that his mother was only feet away from him and did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to discourage her son from bullying another child.
It was frustrating to observe the dynamics happening before my very eyes. I was in another city, at a public playground, not in a situation where I had any authority whatsoever. Had the bully made any move that would have physically injured another child, I'd have spoken up in an instant. As it was, I was as much fascinated to watch the child relate to other children and the world, in general, as I was disturbed to watch.
Unfortunately, if we look closely, we can find bullies of all ages.
There are adult workplace-bullies who can make life a living hell for their co-workers or others they supervise. I realized, watching the young bully, that the learning process for this behavior certainly begins early, and, it begins with the tacet approval of adults who love and care for a child. The mother's either outright refusal to deal with her son's bully-characteristics, or her denial, or her inability......... Whatever the reason - she is part of the problem and, for that, I can see zero excuses.
I can imagine this child, on a playground at school, making life miserable for other children. Maybe it is only one child who suffers, but that is one too many.
I learned something from this experience that I wish I had not.
Adults help create bullies. That is sad, very sad, indeed.
Ancora imparo
As an educator, I am trained to spot bully-traits and this youngster wasn't very hard to identify as such. The sad part of this blog is that the bully was only five, maybe six, years of age. The even more disturbing and disappointing aspect is that his mother was only feet away from him and did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to discourage her son from bullying another child.
It was frustrating to observe the dynamics happening before my very eyes. I was in another city, at a public playground, not in a situation where I had any authority whatsoever. Had the bully made any move that would have physically injured another child, I'd have spoken up in an instant. As it was, I was as much fascinated to watch the child relate to other children and the world, in general, as I was disturbed to watch.
Unfortunately, if we look closely, we can find bullies of all ages.
There are adult workplace-bullies who can make life a living hell for their co-workers or others they supervise. I realized, watching the young bully, that the learning process for this behavior certainly begins early, and, it begins with the tacet approval of adults who love and care for a child. The mother's either outright refusal to deal with her son's bully-characteristics, or her denial, or her inability......... Whatever the reason - she is part of the problem and, for that, I can see zero excuses.
I can imagine this child, on a playground at school, making life miserable for other children. Maybe it is only one child who suffers, but that is one too many.
I learned something from this experience that I wish I had not.
Adults help create bullies. That is sad, very sad, indeed.
Ancora imparo
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Are You My Friend?
"Are you my friend?" The Little Voice asked me?
TLV's mommy has been visiting another country for a few days and I have had the ultimate pleasure of being TLV's during this time.
We've searched for mean dinosaurs, nice dinosaurs, practiced our soccer-ball kicking skills, kissed each other's boo-boos, hugged each other, given each other kisses, played at the park, pushed each other in the swing, taken walks, gone 'jogging', read a gazillion books, sung a gazillion songs, played the piano, made pizza for real, made cookies for pretend, washed our hands together, practiced Yoga together, eaten meals together, enjoyed red and green cookies, watched Daddy and Grandpa make a custom closet, played 'ball', and, even given each other time-outs.
It is always fascinating to hear yourself parroted back from the view of a three-year-old. Everything, and I mean everything, is stored and processed in the brain of a three-year-old and you never quite know when you will hear your words again. When I was teaching, it was hilarious to hear myself when a student conductor would take the baton and pretend to be me.
Kids of every age remember EVERY detail. Too bad s don't have memories like their younger counter-parts.
Today I'm not ranting against the machine, greedy CEOs, the government, politicians or other self-absorbed wonks. ( I could not resist getting in at least one dig.)
Today I'm just relishing my time with TLV.
Life can be short and I want all the three-year-old hugs I can get processed into my memory!
Ancora imparo
TLV's mommy has been visiting another country for a few days and I have had the ultimate pleasure of being TLV's during this time.
We've searched for mean dinosaurs, nice dinosaurs, practiced our soccer-ball kicking skills, kissed each other's boo-boos, hugged each other, given each other kisses, played at the park, pushed each other in the swing, taken walks, gone 'jogging', read a gazillion books, sung a gazillion songs, played the piano, made pizza for real, made cookies for pretend, washed our hands together, practiced Yoga together, eaten meals together, enjoyed red and green cookies, watched Daddy and Grandpa make a custom closet, played 'ball', and, even given each other time-outs.
It is always fascinating to hear yourself parroted back from the view of a three-year-old. Everything, and I mean everything, is stored and processed in the brain of a three-year-old and you never quite know when you will hear your words again. When I was teaching, it was hilarious to hear myself when a student conductor would take the baton and pretend to be me.
Kids of every age remember EVERY detail. Too bad s don't have memories like their younger counter-parts.
Today I'm not ranting against the machine, greedy CEOs, the government, politicians or other self-absorbed wonks. ( I could not resist getting in at least one dig.)
Today I'm just relishing my time with TLV.
Life can be short and I want all the three-year-old hugs I can get processed into my memory!
Ancora imparo
Monday, March 23, 2009
In Pursuit of Excellence
Excellence is a nebulus concept that has differing constructs depending on what the project or initiative is.
If you are three years of age, excellence may very well mean eating all of your nutritious food so you can eat a cookie or some other non-nutritious tasty food. If you are a student, excellence may mean any one of several grades depending on what your standards or abilities are. If you are a carpenter, excellence may mean that all of your finished components fit together as planned.If you are a business owner, excellence may simply mean keeping your bottom line in the black. If you are hosting a dinner party, excellence may mean that every guest enjoyed your culinary endeavors. If you are a corporate executive with a big insurance company, excellence may mean receiving a big "retention" bonus that used to be a bonus connected to the profit margin but now is simply a bonus that you expect to receive, regardless of how profitable your company or division is. If you are a politician or government employee, the word excellence may not even be in your vocabulary.
My point is that the concept of excellence is a shape-shifter, and a very important shape-shifter, at that. When our country, as a whole, and the public, as individuals, ceasees to strive for excellence, that is when we can truly be concerned with the future of America. Excellence doesn't mean perfection. It does, however, require that mediocrity cannot be tolerated on a consistent or long-term basis.
Mediocrity does not ensure national greatness. Excellence doesn't either, but it can go a long way towards ensuring that greatness is a least an obtainable goal.
Ancora imparo
If you are three years of age, excellence may very well mean eating all of your nutritious food so you can eat a cookie or some other non-nutritious tasty food. If you are a student, excellence may mean any one of several grades depending on what your standards or abilities are. If you are a carpenter, excellence may mean that all of your finished components fit together as planned.If you are a business owner, excellence may simply mean keeping your bottom line in the black. If you are hosting a dinner party, excellence may mean that every guest enjoyed your culinary endeavors. If you are a corporate executive with a big insurance company, excellence may mean receiving a big "retention" bonus that used to be a bonus connected to the profit margin but now is simply a bonus that you expect to receive, regardless of how profitable your company or division is. If you are a politician or government employee, the word excellence may not even be in your vocabulary.
My point is that the concept of excellence is a shape-shifter, and a very important shape-shifter, at that. When our country, as a whole, and the public, as individuals, ceasees to strive for excellence, that is when we can truly be concerned with the future of America. Excellence doesn't mean perfection. It does, however, require that mediocrity cannot be tolerated on a consistent or long-term basis.
Mediocrity does not ensure national greatness. Excellence doesn't either, but it can go a long way towards ensuring that greatness is a least an obtainable goal.
Ancora imparo
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Amazing!
Have I mentioned that technology is amazing?
I just Skyped with people in Haiti! So far away from where I sit, yet so close in terms of the camera, voices, images...........it was as if we were right in the same room!
I am continually in awe of the speed with which technology is moving. It seems faster than the speed of light and, most certainly, faster than me.
At times, I have the fear that unless I push myself to learn more and more about the internet, do more and more "online", I will be left behind in a cloud of technological dust. There is a book series entitled Left Behind. The gist of this series is a theological theme but I think it could apply to those of us in the world that are still using cursive writing, ciphering with slide rules, doing math with pencils that have the erasers chewed off, sending mail that actually uses postage stamps, dialing with rotary phones, riding our equines to the general store, getting our news from a daily newspaper, utilizing travel agents, shopping in 'real' stores, and using smoke signals. The world is moving at warp speed and my jalopy doesn't even have four cylinders.
It is comforting, however, that toddlers still like to play with puzzles, have books read to them, sit on laps and cuddle, play hide-and-seek, study bugs/beetles/and other creepy-crawly things, eat freshly baked cookies, use Crayola crayons, hit balls with bats, and give hugs to world-weary s who love them.
I like the slower, snail-pace of The Little Voice's world better than my world.
Ancora imparo
I just Skyped with people in Haiti! So far away from where I sit, yet so close in terms of the camera, voices, images...........it was as if we were right in the same room!
I am continually in awe of the speed with which technology is moving. It seems faster than the speed of light and, most certainly, faster than me.
At times, I have the fear that unless I push myself to learn more and more about the internet, do more and more "online", I will be left behind in a cloud of technological dust. There is a book series entitled Left Behind. The gist of this series is a theological theme but I think it could apply to those of us in the world that are still using cursive writing, ciphering with slide rules, doing math with pencils that have the erasers chewed off, sending mail that actually uses postage stamps, dialing with rotary phones, riding our equines to the general store, getting our news from a daily newspaper, utilizing travel agents, shopping in 'real' stores, and using smoke signals. The world is moving at warp speed and my jalopy doesn't even have four cylinders.
It is comforting, however, that toddlers still like to play with puzzles, have books read to them, sit on laps and cuddle, play hide-and-seek, study bugs/beetles/and other creepy-crawly things, eat freshly baked cookies, use Crayola crayons, hit balls with bats, and give hugs to world-weary s who love them.
I like the slower, snail-pace of The Little Voice's world better than my world.
Ancora imparo
Friday, March 20, 2009
Cogitation In Our Nation
When is cogitating a waste of time?
Is cogitating ever a waste of time?
What is the purpose of cogitating?
Does cogitating accomplish anything?
What happens when people are ask to cogitate - maybe even commanded, spend time in cogitation, believe the thoughts they had were good ones, then are told that other thoughts, not theirs, are better?
I see this happen time after time in life, whether it be at work, on committees, boards of directors, government, politicians, even in our personal lives.
I live by the belief that if you think you won't like the answer, please do not ask the question.
People who ask others to accomplish a task but give them little guidance concerning the desired outcome leave themselves wide open to differing views, procedures, and perhaps even answers.
Aren't we seeing this very scenario playing out in our state and local governments? It is as if we are looking at the "Push-Me-Pull-You" from the movie, "Dr. Doolittle". Could everyone please get their oars moving in the same direction, or, at least, agree on movement from port to starboard, fore and aft?
We need substantive cogitation, not rhetoric. Let's build something on rock, not sinking sand.
Ancora imparo
Is cogitating ever a waste of time?
What is the purpose of cogitating?
Does cogitating accomplish anything?
What happens when people are ask to cogitate - maybe even commanded, spend time in cogitation, believe the thoughts they had were good ones, then are told that other thoughts, not theirs, are better?
I see this happen time after time in life, whether it be at work, on committees, boards of directors, government, politicians, even in our personal lives.
I live by the belief that if you think you won't like the answer, please do not ask the question.
People who ask others to accomplish a task but give them little guidance concerning the desired outcome leave themselves wide open to differing views, procedures, and perhaps even answers.
Aren't we seeing this very scenario playing out in our state and local governments? It is as if we are looking at the "Push-Me-Pull-You" from the movie, "Dr. Doolittle". Could everyone please get their oars moving in the same direction, or, at least, agree on movement from port to starboard, fore and aft?
We need substantive cogitation, not rhetoric. Let's build something on rock, not sinking sand.
Ancora imparo
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Granny Learns A Lesson
Storytime last night, with The Little Voice, did not quite go as planned.
TLV (The Little Voice) had eaten a good dinner, including TWO chocolate chip cookies, plus lots of milk. The three of us then went outside, kicked around a big ball, threw the big ball, then took a walk around our 'block'. Bath time included making lots of 'orange juice' with bath water and sharing the OJ with me. (Who knew bath soap could be so tasty!) Then came storytime with Grandpa, which would normally include Grandpa reading story books that TLV has memorized.
However, this night, Grandpa 'encouraged' TLV to pick one of the new books about Grandpa's red tractors. TLV loves his grandpas and tractors and I knew this book would be a hit........with TLV, I thought. The book is a large, hard-cover coffee-table type book, complete with many color pictures and, unfortunately, lots of text explaining each red tractor's history and mechanical components.
The two of them settled in with Giraffe, a blanket,the tractor book, and (this was not Granny-approved) a flashlight. I was moving about, picking up towels, dirty clothes, etc. while enjoying listening to the conversation between grandson and grandfather. I soon realized that I was hearing two totally different lines of dialogue. Grandpa was completely engrossed in reading the technical text accompanying each tractor's photo and, TLV, not quite understanding the complexity of the syntax, was, instead, using the flashlight as a search light over the ceiling, looking for 'mean' and 'friendly' dinosaurs. Several times I interjected my granny-wisdom, imploring Grandpa to look at more pictures and read less, but it was hopeless. Grandpa loved the book and TLV loved sitting on Grandpa's lap scanning the room with his flashlight for T-Rex and friends.
In the end, they were both winners and I kept my teeth firmly implanted in my tongue. It was I who learned that cuddle time is far more important than book content.
Hence, Ancora imparo!
TLV (The Little Voice) had eaten a good dinner, including TWO chocolate chip cookies, plus lots of milk. The three of us then went outside, kicked around a big ball, threw the big ball, then took a walk around our 'block'. Bath time included making lots of 'orange juice' with bath water and sharing the OJ with me. (Who knew bath soap could be so tasty!) Then came storytime with Grandpa, which would normally include Grandpa reading story books that TLV has memorized.
However, this night, Grandpa 'encouraged' TLV to pick one of the new books about Grandpa's red tractors. TLV loves his grandpas and tractors and I knew this book would be a hit........with TLV, I thought. The book is a large, hard-cover coffee-table type book, complete with many color pictures and, unfortunately, lots of text explaining each red tractor's history and mechanical components.
The two of them settled in with Giraffe, a blanket,the tractor book, and (this was not Granny-approved) a flashlight. I was moving about, picking up towels, dirty clothes, etc. while enjoying listening to the conversation between grandson and grandfather. I soon realized that I was hearing two totally different lines of dialogue. Grandpa was completely engrossed in reading the technical text accompanying each tractor's photo and, TLV, not quite understanding the complexity of the syntax, was, instead, using the flashlight as a search light over the ceiling, looking for 'mean' and 'friendly' dinosaurs. Several times I interjected my granny-wisdom, imploring Grandpa to look at more pictures and read less, but it was hopeless. Grandpa loved the book and TLV loved sitting on Grandpa's lap scanning the room with his flashlight for T-Rex and friends.
In the end, they were both winners and I kept my teeth firmly implanted in my tongue. It was I who learned that cuddle time is far more important than book content.
Hence, Ancora imparo!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Waiting For the Little Voice
The Little Voice is coming!
This means that my SO and I have been busy getting ready for the Little Voice like we would prepare for royalty. Maybe even working with more enthusiasm than if royalty were visiting.
We've cleaned up all the cat hair we can find until the long-haired, grumpy kitty throws more hair. I swear that she manufactures a new layer of undergrowth every twenty minutes or so. We've changed and cleaned the litter box to rid the place of the odor that only a cat litter box can produce. (Large poultry farms have nothing on the family cat's litter box smell.) We've dusted, vacuumed, and brought out toys, puzzles, dinosaurs, books, crayons, stuffed animals and tub toys. His favorite cookies are fresh and warm, right out of the oven. There is milk, cheese, and his favorite bread.
The work is done. Now we just get to have fun and play with The Little Voice.
Books are always a great hit. Memorization usually takes place and if you leave out a page, The Little Voice will remind you. If we forget a nursery rhyme, no problem. He probably knows it by heart.
The Little Voice has a wonderful sense of humor and loves it when we find something funny about what he is doing. We become clowns and comedians without even trying. It is very easy to make him laugh and then he'll ask for an encore performance.........over and over and over and.....well, you get the idea.
Bedtime is precious. First there is the requisite bathtub play time. Then he gets all sweet-smellin', gets into the pj's, grabs a blanket, and is ready to snuggle for bedtime book time.
When he says "I love you." massive adult melting occurs.
The next morning is pure pleasure when you open the door and a big smile spreads over his face as he grins from ear to ear.
He should be here soon.
I think I'll go press my nose to the window on the front door and wait for The Little Voice.
Ancora imparo
This means that my SO and I have been busy getting ready for the Little Voice like we would prepare for royalty. Maybe even working with more enthusiasm than if royalty were visiting.
We've cleaned up all the cat hair we can find until the long-haired, grumpy kitty throws more hair. I swear that she manufactures a new layer of undergrowth every twenty minutes or so. We've changed and cleaned the litter box to rid the place of the odor that only a cat litter box can produce. (Large poultry farms have nothing on the family cat's litter box smell.) We've dusted, vacuumed, and brought out toys, puzzles, dinosaurs, books, crayons, stuffed animals and tub toys. His favorite cookies are fresh and warm, right out of the oven. There is milk, cheese, and his favorite bread.
The work is done. Now we just get to have fun and play with The Little Voice.
Books are always a great hit. Memorization usually takes place and if you leave out a page, The Little Voice will remind you. If we forget a nursery rhyme, no problem. He probably knows it by heart.
The Little Voice has a wonderful sense of humor and loves it when we find something funny about what he is doing. We become clowns and comedians without even trying. It is very easy to make him laugh and then he'll ask for an encore performance.........over and over and over and.....well, you get the idea.
Bedtime is precious. First there is the requisite bathtub play time. Then he gets all sweet-smellin', gets into the pj's, grabs a blanket, and is ready to snuggle for bedtime book time.
When he says "I love you." massive adult melting occurs.
The next morning is pure pleasure when you open the door and a big smile spreads over his face as he grins from ear to ear.
He should be here soon.
I think I'll go press my nose to the window on the front door and wait for The Little Voice.
Ancora imparo
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
What 'tis Green mean?
The color green is everywhere today in celebration of St. Patrick's Day.
There is even an active movement in my area to have St. Patrick's Day recognized as a national holiday by the government, instead of just those of Irish heritage and those who imagine that there is Irish in their lineage.
'Tis fun to be Irish green. It gives people an excuse to drink - in some cases - copious amounts of green beer and Irish Whiskey, eat corned-beef cabbage until they could burst, and pinch others who don't wear green on this day.
Seeing all this "green" made me think of other meanings for the word "green".
There is the environmental usage of the word "green" but 'tis not fun to be that green. It is work to be e-green - rewarding, though, that it may be. Actually, being Irish green and e-green are the antithesis of each other. For those who will unabashedly celebrate St. Patty's Day, the end result is tons of glass beer bottles (which can at least be recycled), tons of plastic beer glasses and pitchers (which will rest forever in landfills with plastic bags and disposable diapers), and the ensuing methane gas from all the cattle needed to fill the world's taste for beef.
Don't get irate with me. I'm just quoting all the facts (?) and figures thrown about by our policy wonks.
Then there is the former association with "green" meaning money, which hardly anyone has much of any more.
Green used to be in my grandmother's 'icebox' but that was not a positive indication back then.
Lastly, there is the centuries-old phrase "green with envy", which can have a different meaning for every human on the planet. We are all "green with envy" towards some person or group for a myriad of reasons.
Me? I'm just green with envy towards anyone who can still eat beef.
Happy St. Patricks' Day. I'll dream about a good steak tonight. No medium-rare for this blogger!
Ancora imparo
There is even an active movement in my area to have St. Patrick's Day recognized as a national holiday by the government, instead of just those of Irish heritage and those who imagine that there is Irish in their lineage.
'Tis fun to be Irish green. It gives people an excuse to drink - in some cases - copious amounts of green beer and Irish Whiskey, eat corned-beef cabbage until they could burst, and pinch others who don't wear green on this day.
Seeing all this "green" made me think of other meanings for the word "green".
There is the environmental usage of the word "green" but 'tis not fun to be that green. It is work to be e-green - rewarding, though, that it may be. Actually, being Irish green and e-green are the antithesis of each other. For those who will unabashedly celebrate St. Patty's Day, the end result is tons of glass beer bottles (which can at least be recycled), tons of plastic beer glasses and pitchers (which will rest forever in landfills with plastic bags and disposable diapers), and the ensuing methane gas from all the cattle needed to fill the world's taste for beef.
Don't get irate with me. I'm just quoting all the facts (?) and figures thrown about by our policy wonks.
Then there is the former association with "green" meaning money, which hardly anyone has much of any more.
Green used to be in my grandmother's 'icebox' but that was not a positive indication back then.
Lastly, there is the centuries-old phrase "green with envy", which can have a different meaning for every human on the planet. We are all "green with envy" towards some person or group for a myriad of reasons.
Me? I'm just green with envy towards anyone who can still eat beef.
Happy St. Patricks' Day. I'll dream about a good steak tonight. No medium-rare for this blogger!
Ancora imparo
Monday, March 16, 2009
Iron Sense America
The Food Network hosts one of my favorite shows - Iron Chef America. If you have never watched it, you are missing the intense Chairman, the goofy host, the roving reporter, three judges who may or may not know their way around a kitchen or food preparation, the Iron Chefs, a different culinary challenger each show, and the 'secret ingredient' featured every time. This show originated in Japan, and, I have to admit, the Japanese knew what they were doing.
I think Americans should re-design the format of the show to improve our economy and educate our fellow Americans about the workings of government and legislation. We could call the show "Iron Sense America".
Here is my proposed cast of characters:
The Chairman: Oprah Winfrey (Very few people possess the ego to think they could coordinate a
collective effort such as this and still be undaunted.)
The Goofy Host: John McCain (The host is required to comment on everything, whether germane to the
topic or not. I think that McCain must have plenty to say about everything at this time.)
The Roving Reporter: Nancy Pelosi (The person cast in this part is required only to look good and smile a lot.)
The Three Judges: The judges would be Average Joes - the only requirement being certifiably politically
independent. Registered Democrats and Republicans need not audition for this part.)
The Irons: A rotation of Obama Cabinet members (I refer to these cast members as irons
because,so far, their administrative positions have managed to flatten just about everything
in our economy.
The Challengers: The late-night, stand-up comics, who seem to have a better finger on the pulse of America
than anyone else.
The Secret Ingredient: Taken from the View's Hot Topics of the day. The final selection would be made by
Drew Carey, imminently qualified because he hosts The Price Is Right television show.
The Winners: Get to purchase AIG stock
The Losers: Get to have the Secretary of the Treasury as their tax preparer
My cast of characters and show premise makes just about as much sense as what is happening in Washington D.C. these days.
Do you have a better idea? .
Ancora imparo
I think Americans should re-design the format of the show to improve our economy and educate our fellow Americans about the workings of government and legislation. We could call the show "Iron Sense America".
Here is my proposed cast of characters:
The Chairman: Oprah Winfrey (Very few people possess the ego to think they could coordinate a
collective effort such as this and still be undaunted.)
The Goofy Host: John McCain (The host is required to comment on everything, whether germane to the
topic or not. I think that McCain must have plenty to say about everything at this time.)
The Roving Reporter: Nancy Pelosi (The person cast in this part is required only to look good and smile a lot.)
The Three Judges: The judges would be Average Joes - the only requirement being certifiably politically
independent. Registered Democrats and Republicans need not audition for this part.)
The Irons: A rotation of Obama Cabinet members (I refer to these cast members as irons
because,so far, their administrative positions have managed to flatten just about everything
in our economy.
The Challengers: The late-night, stand-up comics, who seem to have a better finger on the pulse of America
than anyone else.
The Secret Ingredient: Taken from the View's Hot Topics of the day. The final selection would be made by
Drew Carey, imminently qualified because he hosts The Price Is Right television show.
The Winners: Get to purchase AIG stock
The Losers: Get to have the Secretary of the Treasury as their tax preparer
My cast of characters and show premise makes just about as much sense as what is happening in Washington D.C. these days.
Do you have a better idea? .
Ancora imparo
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Change Category Names
As some of you know, I determined last year that I would read the comics every day in a personal quest to discover why the funnies are funny. Over the years I've read a comic strip or two on occasion and never laughed. Some of my immediate family members have been long-term readers of the comics and I would actually hear them chuckling and wonder why.
You see, the way my psyche works, I believe that if something is identified comics then it should be comical, which, according to the dictionary, means humorous, which most comic strips are not. (Blogger's opinion) What the funnies are, it seems to me, is more of a back-door mode of social commentary than laugh-out-loud, knee-slapping funny. I find more societal opinions in the comics section than in the op-ed section of my daily newspaper.
Which brings me to my proposal.
I think the comics section should be re-named the op-ed section and the op-ed section re-named the funnies. Why? Because so many op-ed columns and letters-to-the-editors are laughable and devoid of reality. I laugh out loud and shake my head in disbelief more reading the syndicated columnists and letters from citizens than I ever have or will from reading the comic strips.
On the other hand, I have observed that most comic strips are really a vehicle for the cartoonist to express his or her opinions on a number of issues confronting us as a people, nation, parent, spouse, employee, pet-owner, or tax payer. The comic creators cram more pithy views and comments into a four-or-five-frame strip than op-ed pieces of two hundred words or more try to and never manage successfully.
I really think I'm on to a novel approach to newspaper editing. What do you think?
Ancora imparo
You see, the way my psyche works, I believe that if something is identified comics then it should be comical, which, according to the dictionary, means humorous, which most comic strips are not. (Blogger's opinion) What the funnies are, it seems to me, is more of a back-door mode of social commentary than laugh-out-loud, knee-slapping funny. I find more societal opinions in the comics section than in the op-ed section of my daily newspaper.
Which brings me to my proposal.
I think the comics section should be re-named the op-ed section and the op-ed section re-named the funnies. Why? Because so many op-ed columns and letters-to-the-editors are laughable and devoid of reality. I laugh out loud and shake my head in disbelief more reading the syndicated columnists and letters from citizens than I ever have or will from reading the comic strips.
On the other hand, I have observed that most comic strips are really a vehicle for the cartoonist to express his or her opinions on a number of issues confronting us as a people, nation, parent, spouse, employee, pet-owner, or tax payer. The comic creators cram more pithy views and comments into a four-or-five-frame strip than op-ed pieces of two hundred words or more try to and never manage successfully.
I really think I'm on to a novel approach to newspaper editing. What do you think?
Ancora imparo
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Kayaks, Canoes and Paddles
Who would have thought that there were so many choices in the world of kayak and canoe-buying?
My SO and I just wanted to go to the world's largest paddle-sport exposition to check out the paddle-sport industry and get a few ideas. The only expectation that we came with was to have a good time doing something different. When we arrived at the convention venue we were amazed to see the huge series of parking lots mostly filled with vehicles. Where, we thought, did all of these people come from? And, furthermore, how could so many people be interested in looking at kayaks, canoes, and paddles?
As it turned out, the convention center was teeming with prospective buyers, 'just-lookers', vendors, and convention-center employees. It was a massive undertaking, very impressively organized.
Did we have choices!!
Sit-down-ins
Sit-on-tops
Open cockpit
Closed cockpit
Nine-footers
Ten-footers
Eleven-footers
Twelve-footers
Fourteen-footers
Orange
Duck-blind green
Yellow
Blue
Red
Fushia
Eggplant
Ocean-style
Recreational-style
Fishing-style
Plastic
Resin
Lightweight
Plastic paddles
Aluminum paddles
Titanium paddles
Paddles that come in three parts
Paddle bags (Yes, paddle bags.)
Buyer incentives
Rebates
Whew! Get the idea we had overwhelming numbers of choices?
We sat, we reclined, we walked (and walked), we talked, we listened to the sales' pitches of the century, we cogitated, we lifted, we inspected, and that was just at the refreshment-booth counters. After that we looked at the vendors' wares and products.
Who knew?
We learned that we have a lot to learn. Which is why my blog is called:
Ancora imparo
My SO and I just wanted to go to the world's largest paddle-sport exposition to check out the paddle-sport industry and get a few ideas. The only expectation that we came with was to have a good time doing something different. When we arrived at the convention venue we were amazed to see the huge series of parking lots mostly filled with vehicles. Where, we thought, did all of these people come from? And, furthermore, how could so many people be interested in looking at kayaks, canoes, and paddles?
As it turned out, the convention center was teeming with prospective buyers, 'just-lookers', vendors, and convention-center employees. It was a massive undertaking, very impressively organized.
Did we have choices!!
Sit-down-ins
Sit-on-tops
Open cockpit
Closed cockpit
Nine-footers
Ten-footers
Eleven-footers
Twelve-footers
Fourteen-footers
Orange
Duck-blind green
Yellow
Blue
Red
Fushia
Eggplant
Ocean-style
Recreational-style
Fishing-style
Plastic
Resin
Lightweight
Plastic paddles
Aluminum paddles
Titanium paddles
Paddles that come in three parts
Paddle bags (Yes, paddle bags.)
Buyer incentives
Rebates
Whew! Get the idea we had overwhelming numbers of choices?
We sat, we reclined, we walked (and walked), we talked, we listened to the sales' pitches of the century, we cogitated, we lifted, we inspected, and that was just at the refreshment-booth counters. After that we looked at the vendors' wares and products.
Who knew?
We learned that we have a lot to learn. Which is why my blog is called:
Ancora imparo
Friday, March 13, 2009
Weighty Conversation
My Significant Other and I do have unusual conversations from time to time.
Most recently we realized our age was showing when we finished a conversation about arterial inflamation, psyllium husks, and the benefits of red wine to heart health. Where, we wondered, did the conversations go that were more along the lines of: "Grab your rollerblades, honey! Let's hit the walking path!" Or, "Do you want to go up with one or two skiis?"
Last night I chided my SO about not eating enough fresh fruit. Being the nutritional expert that I am, I said, "You have fresh fruit sitting right in front of you every day but you never eat it." And, I pointed (with great flourish, I might add) to two oranges I had placed on the fruit plate.
He replied, "Are those oranges sitting or setting there?" Being the linguistic expert that I am, I launched into an explanation of the difference between the two words, sit and set. Not to be outdone, he asked in return, "How do you know which end is the top of the orange? The orange has to be sitting on its behind to be seated."
Never wanting to lose a teachable moment, I explained that the navel is the top of the orange, therefore the orange is SITTING on its bottom. (Can you tell that the conversation is now deteriorating?) But, much like a dog who will not let go of his bone, my SO came back with, "My navel is right here (pointing with his own flourish) and my bottom is right here." (No pointing needed on that one.)
I think we need a conversation seminar ............at least we know where our navels and bottoms are.
Ancora imparo
Most recently we realized our age was showing when we finished a conversation about arterial inflamation, psyllium husks, and the benefits of red wine to heart health. Where, we wondered, did the conversations go that were more along the lines of: "Grab your rollerblades, honey! Let's hit the walking path!" Or, "Do you want to go up with one or two skiis?"
Last night I chided my SO about not eating enough fresh fruit. Being the nutritional expert that I am, I said, "You have fresh fruit sitting right in front of you every day but you never eat it." And, I pointed (with great flourish, I might add) to two oranges I had placed on the fruit plate.
He replied, "Are those oranges sitting or setting there?" Being the linguistic expert that I am, I launched into an explanation of the difference between the two words, sit and set. Not to be outdone, he asked in return, "How do you know which end is the top of the orange? The orange has to be sitting on its behind to be seated."
Never wanting to lose a teachable moment, I explained that the navel is the top of the orange, therefore the orange is SITTING on its bottom. (Can you tell that the conversation is now deteriorating?) But, much like a dog who will not let go of his bone, my SO came back with, "My navel is right here (pointing with his own flourish) and my bottom is right here." (No pointing needed on that one.)
I think we need a conversation seminar ............at least we know where our navels and bottoms are.
Ancora imparo
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Kismet
I believe in God, I believe in kismet, and I do believe that sometimes the planets just align in a manner that only God can orchestrate and understand.
Today has been one of those days where God, kismet and planet alignment have all worked together. Allow me to bullet-point my observations:
Further thoughts from my cerebrum:
Ancora imparo
Today has been one of those days where God, kismet and planet alignment have all worked together. Allow me to bullet-point my observations:
- We received word that our adoptive-grandson-to-be's "file" has finally been released from clerical and administrative purgatory. Thanks be to God.
- It is a gloriously sunny day.
- The sewing project that I have been working on for two grandsons has found its purpose.
- I was able to make a difference in the life of a fellow female today.
- A cardinal made a difference in my life today.
- Maybe all this physical therapy is positively affecting my thumb/arm.
- Last Sunday's collective prayers made a difference.
Further thoughts from my cerebrum:
- Pray for all of the victims of the Manhattan swindler.
- Pray for the Manhattan swindler.
- I wish the medical profession could agree on what is good/better/best for heart health. One day it is this and the next study says something else. Too confusing!
Ancora imparo
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
How Will We Get Our News?
This past Sunday's local newspaper carried an editorial/blog synopsis from the paper's executive editor. One of her daily posts dealt with the future of newspapers - hard-copy tangible versus online. Reading Sunday's editorial prompted me to send an email to the executive editor, something I've never done before. Today on public radio, I happened onto a discussion of the future of newspapers and decided that kismet was beckoning me to blog about this topic.
Over the past few months, I've given some thought to my newspaper reading habits, or, should I say, ritual. In my quest to become 'green', I've contemplated canceling my newspaper subscription in order to cut down on the amount of paper that my household sends to recycling while also saving a few trees.
Sounds like a simple decision. Right?
Wrong!
What I realized is that reading my daily newspaper is far more than just gathering and processing information. The ritual of reading my newspaper involves more of a tactile experience than news digestion. The day begins with the physical act of being seated in my father's old chair, turning pages of newsprint and sipping freshly-brewed coffee. There is something about the feel of newsprint, the slight smear of ink on the finger tips, the sound of moving paper from page to page that cannot be duplicated on the computer.
I do understand, though, that my generation is probably the last one that will have access to newspapers as we now know them. The world is catapulting toward web-based news dissemination rather than paper-based newspapers and magazines. True, that trees will most likely be saved, but losing national and local/community newspapers will deprive many Americans from information sources that we currently take for granted.
What about those that do not have computers or internet service or live in regions where broadband is not available? Where will they get their news and information? When sources of information become limited then that means that fewer sources of information will exist and that is a warning sign for democracy's health.
There is no easy solution to this news revolution. The train is a-comin' and who knows who is on board and where the next stop is.
I don't.
Do you?
Ancora imparo
Over the past few months, I've given some thought to my newspaper reading habits, or, should I say, ritual. In my quest to become 'green', I've contemplated canceling my newspaper subscription in order to cut down on the amount of paper that my household sends to recycling while also saving a few trees.
Sounds like a simple decision. Right?
Wrong!
What I realized is that reading my daily newspaper is far more than just gathering and processing information. The ritual of reading my newspaper involves more of a tactile experience than news digestion. The day begins with the physical act of being seated in my father's old chair, turning pages of newsprint and sipping freshly-brewed coffee. There is something about the feel of newsprint, the slight smear of ink on the finger tips, the sound of moving paper from page to page that cannot be duplicated on the computer.
I do understand, though, that my generation is probably the last one that will have access to newspapers as we now know them. The world is catapulting toward web-based news dissemination rather than paper-based newspapers and magazines. True, that trees will most likely be saved, but losing national and local/community newspapers will deprive many Americans from information sources that we currently take for granted.
What about those that do not have computers or internet service or live in regions where broadband is not available? Where will they get their news and information? When sources of information become limited then that means that fewer sources of information will exist and that is a warning sign for democracy's health.
There is no easy solution to this news revolution. The train is a-comin' and who knows who is on board and where the next stop is.
I don't.
Do you?
Ancora imparo
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
DWTS
For those of you who don't know, DWTS is the ABC networks's Dancing With The Stars, and the season premier was last night.
I watch the show because I am fascinated with the art of dance and the incredible prowess of the professional dancers. Occasionally there will be a 'star' that I root for, but, for the most part, I simply enjoy the entirety of the program. The host is a quick-thinking man of many talents who seems to find witticisms at the tip of his tongue whenever needed. His co-host is a pretty face who gets to ask the inane questions that most viewers probably groan over. The judges are never boring and many of the stars come up with comments or statements that make viewers like myself cringe.
And, so it was, that American viewers were drawn once again, for another season, back under the spell of fast feet, bare chests, skimpy costumes and tanning spray. There were two last minute 'fill-ins' due to injuries and the now-predictable star-cast ensemble of players: The famous singer who can't find bodily rhythm, the unheard of Latin hunk who can dance, the NFL player, the obnoxious actor who speaks before he thinks and gets paid for it, the knock-dead gorgeous (usually female) celebrity who has two left feet, the geeky nerd who gives it his all, the comedian who thinks he is funny, and other assorted personalities who are famous for reasons known only to the universe. There is usually one charming stand-out and this year is no exception. She is a recent gold medalist who is the youngest participant to ever compete in DWTS. Seemingly without guile, she smiled, danced well and charmed the judges. Her professional partner treated her with respect and deference - which hopefully will put her parents, who were in attendance, at ease.
I realize that by watching DWTS no logarithms will be solved, no Nobel Laureates will be born, no peace treaties signed, no job losses regained, nor Wall Street rebounds realized. But for millions of viewers, maybe a mindless, brief, and weekly relief from the constant beat of negative drums, stories about the ever-failing economy, and tales of greed and avarice.
I'm ready for the respite. How 'bout you?
Acora imparo
I watch the show because I am fascinated with the art of dance and the incredible prowess of the professional dancers. Occasionally there will be a 'star' that I root for, but, for the most part, I simply enjoy the entirety of the program. The host is a quick-thinking man of many talents who seems to find witticisms at the tip of his tongue whenever needed. His co-host is a pretty face who gets to ask the inane questions that most viewers probably groan over. The judges are never boring and many of the stars come up with comments or statements that make viewers like myself cringe.
And, so it was, that American viewers were drawn once again, for another season, back under the spell of fast feet, bare chests, skimpy costumes and tanning spray. There were two last minute 'fill-ins' due to injuries and the now-predictable star-cast ensemble of players: The famous singer who can't find bodily rhythm, the unheard of Latin hunk who can dance, the NFL player, the obnoxious actor who speaks before he thinks and gets paid for it, the knock-dead gorgeous (usually female) celebrity who has two left feet, the geeky nerd who gives it his all, the comedian who thinks he is funny, and other assorted personalities who are famous for reasons known only to the universe. There is usually one charming stand-out and this year is no exception. She is a recent gold medalist who is the youngest participant to ever compete in DWTS. Seemingly without guile, she smiled, danced well and charmed the judges. Her professional partner treated her with respect and deference - which hopefully will put her parents, who were in attendance, at ease.
I realize that by watching DWTS no logarithms will be solved, no Nobel Laureates will be born, no peace treaties signed, no job losses regained, nor Wall Street rebounds realized. But for millions of viewers, maybe a mindless, brief, and weekly relief from the constant beat of negative drums, stories about the ever-failing economy, and tales of greed and avarice.
I'm ready for the respite. How 'bout you?
Acora imparo
Monday, March 9, 2009
Just Who Are The Watchmen?
OK, so the big movie news is, currently, "The Watchmen". This is not a movie that I would be moved to see but I did hear a fascinating radio program about the film on Public Radio today. Part of the discussion moved around the "message" of the film and the question was raised, "Who watches the watchmen?"
Which then made me wonder, who are our modern-day watchmen? I don't mean the foot-soldier types who who fancy themselves as homeland vigilantes. I'm looking for those who really watch out for our nation and the human race, in general.
I sat for a bit and gave this some thought and my conclusions, naive as they might be, were troubling and disconcerting.
Aside from my Heavenly Father, I couldn't think of one human that I could put on the list. If you've followed my blog, you know that I place zero confidence in any politician from any party, at any level of government. That also goes for pop culture wanna-be leaders, public figures, television personalities, Hollywood-types, philosophers, etc. Perhaps the only human I would ever consider adding to "the watchmen of the watchmen" list is Charles Swindoll, a theologian and pastor.
Which then takes me to 'the final answer' that everything is in God's hands anyway and every way.
Ancora imparo
Which then made me wonder, who are our modern-day watchmen? I don't mean the foot-soldier types who who fancy themselves as homeland vigilantes. I'm looking for those who really watch out for our nation and the human race, in general.
I sat for a bit and gave this some thought and my conclusions, naive as they might be, were troubling and disconcerting.
Aside from my Heavenly Father, I couldn't think of one human that I could put on the list. If you've followed my blog, you know that I place zero confidence in any politician from any party, at any level of government. That also goes for pop culture wanna-be leaders, public figures, television personalities, Hollywood-types, philosophers, etc. Perhaps the only human I would ever consider adding to "the watchmen of the watchmen" list is Charles Swindoll, a theologian and pastor.
Which then takes me to 'the final answer' that everything is in God's hands anyway and every way.
Ancora imparo
Sunday, March 8, 2009
How To Eat A Sandwich Cookie
Our pastor demonstrated how to eat a famous-brand sandwich cookie this morning. From where I sat, in the back of the sanctuary, I could still see the joy on his face.
What is there about eating a cookie that almost automatically brings joy to a face?
Upon leaving church, I had to stop at my local pharmacy and, while in the drive-through, got stuck behind a car that never should have utilized that convenience. After the first five minutes of waiting, while my annoyance grew exponentially, I finally shut off my vehicle's engine, gathered my patience, and let my mind wander to cookies, specifically, how to eat a sandwich cookie.
While sitting in line, it occurred to me that eating a sandwich cookie could be analogous to tackling a life-dilemma:
1. Examine the dilemma
2. Firmly grasp the dilemma
3. Break the dilemma into parts
4. Find the center - usually the key part to any dilemma
5. Remove the center by chewing on it for as long as possible
6. Digest the central "issue"
7. Begin chewing on one of the outer layers, from the outside in
8. When one layer is finished, begin on the remaining layer. Same procedure.
9. If either layer is too hard, dip it into another substance (chocolate milk is preferable) to soften
10. When one dilemma has been conquered, attack another one.
11. Go for the entire bag!
12. Upon conclusion, exercise your body and mind, clearing a path that might prevent future dilemmas from
forming.
13. If you run out of dilemmas, remember that you are under no obligation to purchase more.
14. Wipe your mouth off, clean your hands, and thank God that you are free of dilemmas.
Now I must study my own formula for becoming dilemma-free. I bought too many bags of sandwich cookies.
Ancora imparo
What is there about eating a cookie that almost automatically brings joy to a face?
Upon leaving church, I had to stop at my local pharmacy and, while in the drive-through, got stuck behind a car that never should have utilized that convenience. After the first five minutes of waiting, while my annoyance grew exponentially, I finally shut off my vehicle's engine, gathered my patience, and let my mind wander to cookies, specifically, how to eat a sandwich cookie.
While sitting in line, it occurred to me that eating a sandwich cookie could be analogous to tackling a life-dilemma:
1. Examine the dilemma
2. Firmly grasp the dilemma
3. Break the dilemma into parts
4. Find the center - usually the key part to any dilemma
5. Remove the center by chewing on it for as long as possible
6. Digest the central "issue"
7. Begin chewing on one of the outer layers, from the outside in
8. When one layer is finished, begin on the remaining layer. Same procedure.
9. If either layer is too hard, dip it into another substance (chocolate milk is preferable) to soften
10. When one dilemma has been conquered, attack another one.
11. Go for the entire bag!
12. Upon conclusion, exercise your body and mind, clearing a path that might prevent future dilemmas from
forming.
13. If you run out of dilemmas, remember that you are under no obligation to purchase more.
14. Wipe your mouth off, clean your hands, and thank God that you are free of dilemmas.
Now I must study my own formula for becoming dilemma-free. I bought too many bags of sandwich cookies.
Ancora imparo
Saturday, March 7, 2009
One Change I Can Live Without
Daylight Savings Time
I would love to meet, face-to-face, the politicians that felt so moved to vote for Daylight Savings Time. There must have been some financial reward for a "yes" vote because I can see no other valid reason for supporting such an inane resolution. And, the states of Arizona and Hawaii agree!
For the life of me, I cannot see the purpose of tinkering with what seemed to be a perfectly good system in the first place. Changing time seems to rank right up there with the cloning of humans and animals. It is just not natural.
If it ain't broke, please don't fix it.
Washington has always been famous for tinkering with "stuff that ain't broke". I'm all for creating the new, fifty-first state of Fupom. (Former Upper Peninsula of Michigan) The United States doesn't have a state that begins with "F" so that logic of creation matches that of Washington. The residents of the current Upper Peninsula of Michigan have never felt connected with the wealthier, more worldly folk of the Lower Peninsula anyway, so this could be the perfect opportunity to establish a new state and get a few things right from the beginning.
I have, in fact, taken the liberty of writing a mission statement for the new state of Fupom.
Fupom recognizes the right of all its residents to: accept individual responsibility for their actions, have access to educational babysitting for every high school student, have access to the highest quality education for only those high school students who want to learn, accept English as the official language, accept no hyperinflation of the grading system, recognize that their children are not perfect,
require state officials to operate a budget only in the black, require the governor to live in the state capitol, have access to a Dunkin' Doughnuts and Great Harvest Bread Co. in every town, drive only on paved, pothole-free roadways, drive without toll charges, and be free from Daylight Savings Time.
Somehow I don't think I'll be elected to public office any time soon.
If anyone has any other statements to add to the vision statement of Fupom, please let me know.
Ancora imparo
I would love to meet, face-to-face, the politicians that felt so moved to vote for Daylight Savings Time. There must have been some financial reward for a "yes" vote because I can see no other valid reason for supporting such an inane resolution. And, the states of Arizona and Hawaii agree!
For the life of me, I cannot see the purpose of tinkering with what seemed to be a perfectly good system in the first place. Changing time seems to rank right up there with the cloning of humans and animals. It is just not natural.
If it ain't broke, please don't fix it.
Washington has always been famous for tinkering with "stuff that ain't broke". I'm all for creating the new, fifty-first state of Fupom. (Former Upper Peninsula of Michigan) The United States doesn't have a state that begins with "F" so that logic of creation matches that of Washington. The residents of the current Upper Peninsula of Michigan have never felt connected with the wealthier, more worldly folk of the Lower Peninsula anyway, so this could be the perfect opportunity to establish a new state and get a few things right from the beginning.
I have, in fact, taken the liberty of writing a mission statement for the new state of Fupom.
Fupom recognizes the right of all its residents to: accept individual responsibility for their actions, have access to educational babysitting for every high school student, have access to the highest quality education for only those high school students who want to learn, accept English as the official language, accept no hyperinflation of the grading system, recognize that their children are not perfect,
require state officials to operate a budget only in the black, require the governor to live in the state capitol, have access to a Dunkin' Doughnuts and Great Harvest Bread Co. in every town, drive only on paved, pothole-free roadways, drive without toll charges, and be free from Daylight Savings Time.
Somehow I don't think I'll be elected to public office any time soon.
If anyone has any other statements to add to the vision statement of Fupom, please let me know.
Ancora imparo
Friday, March 6, 2009
Just Cogitatin'
I read a quote by Richard D. Lamm that gave me pause to ponder:
Christmas is a time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. A deficit is when adults tell the government what they want - and their kids pay for it.
This made me think about the word deficit. We all know what the current high-profile definition is because we are living with the largest deficit spending in our nation's history.
Perhaps there are deficits not financially-related. Here are a few that I brainstormed:
A deficit in listening to one another............
A deficit in hand-written communications...........
A deficit in face-to-face conversation.........
A deficit in 'scratch' cooking...........
A deficit in respecting life in general..........
A deficit in courtesy............
A deficit in caring...........
A deficit in getting to know our neighbors............
A deficit in prayer...........
A deficit in reading the Bible............
A deficit in singing............
A deficit in piano playing..............
A deficit in live musical productions.............
A deficit in crocheting............
A deficit in smocking...............
A deficit in living within our means..............
A deficit in laughter..............
A deficit in playing board games..............
A deficit in playing cards..............
A deficit in baking cookies..............
A deficit in making banana bread..............
I challenge each of us to remedy one of these deficits today.
I think I'll start by making some banana bread. That is an easy one. Then I can eat my deficit.
Ancora imparo
Christmas is a time when kids tell Santa what they want and adults pay for it. A deficit is when adults tell the government what they want - and their kids pay for it.
This made me think about the word deficit. We all know what the current high-profile definition is because we are living with the largest deficit spending in our nation's history.
Perhaps there are deficits not financially-related. Here are a few that I brainstormed:
A deficit in listening to one another............
A deficit in hand-written communications...........
A deficit in face-to-face conversation.........
A deficit in 'scratch' cooking...........
A deficit in respecting life in general..........
A deficit in courtesy............
A deficit in caring...........
A deficit in getting to know our neighbors............
A deficit in prayer...........
A deficit in reading the Bible............
A deficit in singing............
A deficit in piano playing..............
A deficit in live musical productions.............
A deficit in crocheting............
A deficit in smocking...............
A deficit in living within our means..............
A deficit in laughter..............
A deficit in playing board games..............
A deficit in playing cards..............
A deficit in baking cookies..............
A deficit in making banana bread..............
I challenge each of us to remedy one of these deficits today.
I think I'll start by making some banana bread. That is an easy one. Then I can eat my deficit.
Ancora imparo
Thursday, March 5, 2009
What Is This World Coming To?
Once again, I am confused.
Have you noticed that happens frequently? I have.
At times, the world seems senseless, or seems to lack sense.
Here are my confusions for today:
Why did those four young men, in Florida, who were no strangers to the oceanic waters and fishing, ignore the weather forecast, thereby putting their lives in jeopardy? And, why, if they were seasoned boaters, with water conditions so severe, had they not already donned their life vests BEFORE the boat flipped? So sad and such a senseless loss of life.
Just how much worse can our nation's economic condition get?
How much more is our nation going to borrow from the Chinese? China is not a nation that has our best financial interests at heart.
How much higher will our politicians and President let our national debt rise?
The politicians, the President, and the pundits keep exhorting the American public to "have confidence". Every time we dole out dollars by the billions, using money that doesn't even exist - relying on Chinese loans, we build another room of our national house on sand. This does not encourage confidence.
Even Blogspot can't run efficiently today. It took nearly thirty minutes to get to the page where I could enter a post. I think the internet is feeling the economic catastrophe, too.
What is this world coming to?
Ancora imparo
Have you noticed that happens frequently? I have.
At times, the world seems senseless, or seems to lack sense.
Here are my confusions for today:
Why did those four young men, in Florida, who were no strangers to the oceanic waters and fishing, ignore the weather forecast, thereby putting their lives in jeopardy? And, why, if they were seasoned boaters, with water conditions so severe, had they not already donned their life vests BEFORE the boat flipped? So sad and such a senseless loss of life.
Just how much worse can our nation's economic condition get?
How much more is our nation going to borrow from the Chinese? China is not a nation that has our best financial interests at heart.
How much higher will our politicians and President let our national debt rise?
The politicians, the President, and the pundits keep exhorting the American public to "have confidence". Every time we dole out dollars by the billions, using money that doesn't even exist - relying on Chinese loans, we build another room of our national house on sand. This does not encourage confidence.
Even Blogspot can't run efficiently today. It took nearly thirty minutes to get to the page where I could enter a post. I think the internet is feeling the economic catastrophe, too.
What is this world coming to?
Ancora imparo
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Just How Did He Know?
This is one smart Cardinal.
For several months now, a person whose residence shares my backyard has not put food in his bird feeders. I've missed seeing the multitude of birds that would normally be frequenting these feeders, especially the Northern Cardinals, whose brilliant red feathers are a dazzling contrast to winter's white shroud. When the feeders stay empty for a protracted amount of time, the birds move elsewhere, finding new gathering places to fill their tiny bellies. The trees have been bare without the yellows, reds, blues, grays and combinations of those same colored feathers.
I wondered why the feeders stayed empty. Is my neighbor ill? I don't think so because I see him coming and going on an almost daily basis. Has the tanking economy forced him to cut back spending? Did he get frustrated with the squirrels that can empty bird feeders with lightning speed? I know this man is a bird lover so the absence of bird feed intrigued me a great deal.
Just a day or two ago, in the morning, I happened to glance out into our adjoining backyards and observed that two of the four feeders had food in them. Since there were no feathered-friends about, I gave no further notice. Later that same day, I sat down to crack open a book in a chair that overlooks the backyard. My eyes immediately zoomed in on the small, brilliant red mass flitting about in the tree branches. A lone, male, Northern Cardinal moved from perch to perch, sometimes staying in one spot for a number of minutes. He didn't move to the feeder, rather scoped it out, from different directions and vantage points. I watched this bird for over an hour toward the end of the day. Finally, just as the sun would begin to slip away, he began to feed. No other birds joined him - his mate not making an appearance. Nor did he have any 'friends' sharing his food fest.
Today there has been one Northern Cardinal camped out, enjoying the fruits of his discovery. I wonder when his 'friends' will come a-calling? I look forward to being able to observe multiple pairs of Northern Cardinals, taking turns at the feeders, sharing their food without any noticeable discord. We humans could take lessons from our fine-feathered friends.
Just how did he know the food was back?
Ancora imparo
For several months now, a person whose residence shares my backyard has not put food in his bird feeders. I've missed seeing the multitude of birds that would normally be frequenting these feeders, especially the Northern Cardinals, whose brilliant red feathers are a dazzling contrast to winter's white shroud. When the feeders stay empty for a protracted amount of time, the birds move elsewhere, finding new gathering places to fill their tiny bellies. The trees have been bare without the yellows, reds, blues, grays and combinations of those same colored feathers.
I wondered why the feeders stayed empty. Is my neighbor ill? I don't think so because I see him coming and going on an almost daily basis. Has the tanking economy forced him to cut back spending? Did he get frustrated with the squirrels that can empty bird feeders with lightning speed? I know this man is a bird lover so the absence of bird feed intrigued me a great deal.
Just a day or two ago, in the morning, I happened to glance out into our adjoining backyards and observed that two of the four feeders had food in them. Since there were no feathered-friends about, I gave no further notice. Later that same day, I sat down to crack open a book in a chair that overlooks the backyard. My eyes immediately zoomed in on the small, brilliant red mass flitting about in the tree branches. A lone, male, Northern Cardinal moved from perch to perch, sometimes staying in one spot for a number of minutes. He didn't move to the feeder, rather scoped it out, from different directions and vantage points. I watched this bird for over an hour toward the end of the day. Finally, just as the sun would begin to slip away, he began to feed. No other birds joined him - his mate not making an appearance. Nor did he have any 'friends' sharing his food fest.
Today there has been one Northern Cardinal camped out, enjoying the fruits of his discovery. I wonder when his 'friends' will come a-calling? I look forward to being able to observe multiple pairs of Northern Cardinals, taking turns at the feeders, sharing their food without any noticeable discord. We humans could take lessons from our fine-feathered friends.
Just how did he know the food was back?
Ancora imparo
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Duped?
I am confused.
In our efforts to become green, my significant other and I have been diligently reading about the topic of saving the planet and listening to the so-called experts' discourses as to how this should be achieved.
What I want to know is this: Have we been sold a 'bill of goods' regarding the use of CFLs?
Everywhere I turn, this and that expert are exhorting the public to switch to a CFL source for indoor lighting. "Oh," they say, "you will save hundreds of dollars per year and you will help our country become less dependent on foreign fuel sources."
The fact that homeowners will save dollars is non-contestable. And, don't get me wrong, I am all for saving money, especially in the horrible economic mess our nation and world, for that matter, finds itself in. What I do find highly troubling is that these CFL bulbs contain mercury. Enough so, that each bulb and package contains a warning. I quote from the bulb that I am looking at as I type, "Contains mercury. Dispose according to Local, State, or Federal Laws. See www.lamprecyling.org"
You can certainly accuse me of being naive and uninformed. I had no idea that these CFL bulbs contained mercury and, I would be willing to bet, neither do many other consumers that are switching on a daily basis because the 'experts' are encouraging - no - pushing regarding this matter.
Have you heard one consumer or environmental reporter/consultant mention the mercury ingredient? I have not. Furthermore, not one report or article I have read has been accompanied by any information concerning how to properly dispose of the CFL bulbs.
I visited the EPA government web site to learn about how to dispose of the CFLs. As I read the guidelines, I had to wonder how many consumers will simply toss the bulbs into the trash, where the mercury will be unleashed into a landfill and, ultimately, be absorbed into our soil and water sources. How is this environmental progress? Have we not traded one problem for yet another? Have we not rushed into a traffic lane where the gas may be domestic but the soil on which we drive is so poluted that we cannot stop to smell the roses for fear of mercury polution?
As I sit at my desk, typing under the light of a CFL, I have to ask myself if we have not been duped into buying a phony bill of goods?
Ancora imparo
In our efforts to become green, my significant other and I have been diligently reading about the topic of saving the planet and listening to the so-called experts' discourses as to how this should be achieved.
What I want to know is this: Have we been sold a 'bill of goods' regarding the use of CFLs?
Everywhere I turn, this and that expert are exhorting the public to switch to a CFL source for indoor lighting. "Oh," they say, "you will save hundreds of dollars per year and you will help our country become less dependent on foreign fuel sources."
The fact that homeowners will save dollars is non-contestable. And, don't get me wrong, I am all for saving money, especially in the horrible economic mess our nation and world, for that matter, finds itself in. What I do find highly troubling is that these CFL bulbs contain mercury. Enough so, that each bulb and package contains a warning. I quote from the bulb that I am looking at as I type, "Contains mercury. Dispose according to Local, State, or Federal Laws. See www.lamprecyling.org"
You can certainly accuse me of being naive and uninformed. I had no idea that these CFL bulbs contained mercury and, I would be willing to bet, neither do many other consumers that are switching on a daily basis because the 'experts' are encouraging - no - pushing regarding this matter.
Have you heard one consumer or environmental reporter/consultant mention the mercury ingredient? I have not. Furthermore, not one report or article I have read has been accompanied by any information concerning how to properly dispose of the CFL bulbs.
I visited the EPA government web site to learn about how to dispose of the CFLs. As I read the guidelines, I had to wonder how many consumers will simply toss the bulbs into the trash, where the mercury will be unleashed into a landfill and, ultimately, be absorbed into our soil and water sources. How is this environmental progress? Have we not traded one problem for yet another? Have we not rushed into a traffic lane where the gas may be domestic but the soil on which we drive is so poluted that we cannot stop to smell the roses for fear of mercury polution?
As I sit at my desk, typing under the light of a CFL, I have to ask myself if we have not been duped into buying a phony bill of goods?
Ancora imparo
Monday, March 2, 2009
The Post Office Dudes
The dudes behind the 'desk' at my post office are the greatest in the United States. I was going to say 'world' but that would be inaccurate because our Postal Service is not world-wide.
There are three gentlemen that regularly alternate behind the counter at my Post Office. I only remember one name, Mark, but all three deserve the title "Employee of the Year".
These gentlemen are always helpful and consistently pleasant, even funny. One of them hums a mean tune, one whistles while he works, one of them is a die-hard Chicago Bears fan (a trait for which I will forgive him) and all three go above and beyond the code of superior service to all.
These men display work-related traits that should be studied and duplicated at every place of business that deals with customers and the public. Their attitudes tell me that their supervisor, which is probably the post master, is a decent person to work for. A boss that fosters a positive work environment and models what good service should be.
I used to have to take most of my postal business to another location. The employees at that location behaved as if they were inconvenienced by the presence of a customer. They seldom smiled, spoke curtly, and rarely, if ever, displayed an attitude of helpfulness. Completely the opposite of the little-community postal employees that I now take my business to.
Today, I salute my postal "dudes". Thank you!
Ancora imparo
There are three gentlemen that regularly alternate behind the counter at my Post Office. I only remember one name, Mark, but all three deserve the title "Employee of the Year".
These gentlemen are always helpful and consistently pleasant, even funny. One of them hums a mean tune, one whistles while he works, one of them is a die-hard Chicago Bears fan (a trait for which I will forgive him) and all three go above and beyond the code of superior service to all.
These men display work-related traits that should be studied and duplicated at every place of business that deals with customers and the public. Their attitudes tell me that their supervisor, which is probably the post master, is a decent person to work for. A boss that fosters a positive work environment and models what good service should be.
I used to have to take most of my postal business to another location. The employees at that location behaved as if they were inconvenienced by the presence of a customer. They seldom smiled, spoke curtly, and rarely, if ever, displayed an attitude of helpfulness. Completely the opposite of the little-community postal employees that I now take my business to.
Today, I salute my postal "dudes". Thank you!
Ancora imparo
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Call A Spade A Spade
Composing this post is challenging because I do not quite know where to begin.
Traveling to another state, I had the opportunity to observe poor performance and attitude this weekend, coupled with unprofessional behavior and words...............from a professional who should be held to a higher standard. In fact, the word professional should not apply to this person.
This individual has an elevated position within community - that of public school teacher and varsity coach of a high school basketball team.
I had heard murmurs of complaints from community residents and parents of team members but two nights ago I witnessed this individual in action for myself and I was appalled - both for the person and the unfortunate players that this person coaches.
This coach leads with demeaning, belittling, and demoralizing words from the sidelines. It is no wonder that the score reflected the team's lack-luster performance. Each time words of derision came from the coach, I winced for the team. I wonder what means of motivation this person utilizes in the classroom? I know that I would never want to be a student in this teacher's classroom or a team member under this coach's tutelage.
I heard first-hand accounts from team members and their parents of highly questionable and unprofessional behaviors by this coach, yet the person remains unchallenged by a spineless administration and school board. As a former educator who routinely took large groups of students out of the building for events, I would have expected to be reamed, chastised, reprimanded or even fired for exhibiting the same behaviors this coach/teacher has.
I am embarrassed to have one so obviously ill-suited to working with students called teacher or coach. Perhaps this one would be better suited to a career in politics where such behavior is tolerated and even appreciated.
Ancora imparo
Traveling to another state, I had the opportunity to observe poor performance and attitude this weekend, coupled with unprofessional behavior and words...............from a professional who should be held to a higher standard. In fact, the word professional should not apply to this person.
This individual has an elevated position within community - that of public school teacher and varsity coach of a high school basketball team.
I had heard murmurs of complaints from community residents and parents of team members but two nights ago I witnessed this individual in action for myself and I was appalled - both for the person and the unfortunate players that this person coaches.
This coach leads with demeaning, belittling, and demoralizing words from the sidelines. It is no wonder that the score reflected the team's lack-luster performance. Each time words of derision came from the coach, I winced for the team. I wonder what means of motivation this person utilizes in the classroom? I know that I would never want to be a student in this teacher's classroom or a team member under this coach's tutelage.
I heard first-hand accounts from team members and their parents of highly questionable and unprofessional behaviors by this coach, yet the person remains unchallenged by a spineless administration and school board. As a former educator who routinely took large groups of students out of the building for events, I would have expected to be reamed, chastised, reprimanded or even fired for exhibiting the same behaviors this coach/teacher has.
I am embarrassed to have one so obviously ill-suited to working with students called teacher or coach. Perhaps this one would be better suited to a career in politics where such behavior is tolerated and even appreciated.
Ancora imparo
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