Regular Life

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. – Robert Frost

Browsing Posts published in April, 2009

Considering the latest local news in swine flu, it might be a good thing that we’re set up to videoconference with the folks who are supposed to fly into Dallas to come visit us at the end of May. I’m also glad that it’s possible to do my job from home if needed. Were I really in a panic mode, I would say that I’m glad our family has a good place we can join them in complete seclusion from Society.

Although I have read a lot about swine flu and why a virus that jumps species can be much more dangerous than a native germ, I’m nowhere near that paranoid yet.

It’s just that, see, the Fort Worth schools announced Wednesday night that they are sending students home until May 11, at the soonest. Does this mean that one confirmed case at a middle school is enough for any school district to close, or that the Tarrant County Health Department, the parents, and the school board are particularly prone to overreacting to sensational media reports?

The city of Forth Worth had more than a half a million residents in the 2000 US Census. I have to think that with 31% of the population at age 19 or below, there are an awful lot of parents wondering what in the world they’re going to do with their children for the next eight school days. You see, Tarrant County Health officials also advised them not to send their children to daycare or any other group care facility.

Now, on to the post I had written before we heard that jaw-dropper. Notice what a different tone the first sentence takes on in light of that.

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I think of the land just a few minutes’ drive from my childhood home as our family’s own Walden Woods. Except on days it plays host to shooting matches, it is as serene as the scene that inspired Thoreau. At dawn and dusk, deer and turkey emerge from the woods to feed in the meadow, and an occasional armadillo ambles up to the building. I could spend an entire weekend there just walking the trails, admiring the undisturbed forest. A patch of large trees with little undergrowth sits next to a creek to form what we affectionately call “city park,” despite a complete lack of anything man-made.

The afternoon before Easter Sunday, however, we were there for motorized fun.

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It’s been too long since I’ve posted a sound clip out here.

Back in February, Benjamin improvised a song — part gibberish, part sweet, and part nonsensical. In other words, all the parts that make up most popular songs today (except the sweet part, maybe).

Click the “play” button below to listen.

Did anybody else notice all the commercials for “green living” products or tips last night? We watched one hour of television, and the bandwagon trend was obvious even while using the skip forward button on the DVR. NBC’s peacock logo was green instead of rainbow.

Regardless of all of that, do something nice today for the planet that does such a great job of providing us what we need. Use a hand towel or a sponge instead of a paper towel. Instead of driving to lunch or a local shop, walk or ride a bicycle. Don’t use any disposable cleaning wipes.

Then try to make it a habit.

I was out from the minute my head hit the pillow at about 11:40 to the minute Benjamin woke up at 7 a.m. The great thing was that Shannon got to share in the early weekend wake time. Take that, Miss Sleep In.

While Shannon started her morning routine, Benjamin and I went to the motel lobby/kitchen to get food. Although several cars from the previous night already were gone from the parking lot, apparently we were the first to take advantage of the continental carb-fest. When we started poking around the kitchen counter, a young man, late teens to early 20’s, walked out from behind the front desk. He wore a white baseball cap with an Arkansas Razorback above the bill.

“Oh, umm, yer probably lookin’ fer breakfast, huh?” he said, his accent a dead ringer for Larry the Cable Guy (or Mater from Cars, if that’s what you know).

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I left Shannon in the van with the sleeping Benjamin and strode to the door of the motel office. It didn’t open when I pulled on it. A young lady, maybe a teenager, walked around from behind the counter and unlocked the door. She started back toward her post.

“Hi. I just wondered, about how far is it to Arkadelphia?” I said.

She turned around and walked back to the front, a blank expression on her face. “About 16 miles.”

“Okay, I guess we need to get a room.”

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I was on-call during Easter weekend. Usually that’s not much of a problem because weekend support calls rarely get past our level one personnel.

BluebonnetsFriday night, however, about 40 minutes after we left our house on our quest to reach my hometown in Arkansas, I got a call. As “luck” would have it, I had our department’s handy 3G wireless card for my laptop (Internet connection anywhere my mobile phone gets a signal), so Shannon pulled off on a side road and parked on the grassy shoulder next to a large field of bluebonnets. I connected to our company’s VPN and the customer’s system and did an hour of basic troubleshooting.

Then I said what users hate to hear — “let’s just reboot.” He rebooted his terminal server and then all the problems were gone. Thanks again, Windows.

In the meantime, Shannon managed to capture the scene with her camera and mine.

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If you write something for the printed page, it stares up at the reader, unforgiving, and especially if the words offend you, it sears. — Frank Deford

Deford’s words above spoke directly to me when I first read them on Tuesday. I have gone over this same concept with others, but never have I put it so succinctly.

Unlike spoken conversation, the written word lingers there waiting to be read again. Pondered over and over while the reader’s imagination takes control.

The difference between my point and Deford’s is that he compares printed word to radio. “On the other hand, no matter how the radio voice may temporarily concentrate the mind, having spoke, it moves on,” he writes. The commentator could say, “People who like yellow are sissies,” and then go to another topic. The listener at first would be distracted, but eventually focus would shift and memory of the sissy remark would fade.

Let’s go one more step to talking face to face or on the phone. The advantage over other methods of communication is that the listener often can discern intent from inflection, gestures, or a quick laugh. If that doesn’t work, then he or she can speak up and say, “Could you tell me what you mean by that?” Rather than stewing in silence trying to surmise the speaker’s intent, the listener gets immediate clarification, a quick cleanup of a messy assumption.

Similar to radio, even if the listener does not speak up, a potentially offensive comment tends to fade. Ideally, more pressing concerns creep back in and the controversy becomes a non-starter.

An e-mail sitting in the inbox is a dead document, forever doomed to spout whatever the writer found fit to send at any given moment. No matter what discussions take place afterward, its text remains there as a reference, where the reader can experience the inflammatory words, no matter how unintentional, again.

Then he or she can consult a significant other for advice. “Read this and tell me what you think.” The onlooker leans over for a peek at the screen, in some cases with absolutely no shared history with the writer, no context within which to help judge the words displayed. This often exacerbates the problem.

All of us as humans are susceptible to this because we are thinking beings. Our minds, not content to sit idly by and do nothing, make it so easy to infer plots and schemes that we often don’t realize it’s happening.

Blogs have a slight advantage over e-mails, because they can be changed. If something is pointed out as wrongheaded or inaccurate, the writer can make an adjustment and note it. Something as simple as “that girl is a dope” can be corrected to read, “that girl is dope.”

Silly examples aside, I have seen entire friendships burned to cinders via e-mail (none were my own). The things they used to get to know each other, to understand his or her moods and meanings — tone of voice, body language, mannerisms — all were left languishing at the mercy of the typed words. A simple joke can be taken all too seriously. Emoticons can do a little to control the damage, but some things are best left to the spoken word.

At least then if something is taken wrong, you might recover before things take a wrong turn.

Note: Before anyone asks if this was inspired by a recent discussion out here… Dave and I are still thick as thieves. I finished a book on Monday and started Deford’s at lunch on Tuesday. The timing was strictly coincidental.


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Guess what you’re seeing here. Think on three levels. And, no, that’s not a compact disc.

After even my dear wife said I was a little too broad in my previous post’s mini-rant against SUV’s, I admit that I should have presented my points more, umm, pointedly. My main… point… was that if you choose an SUV instead of a minivan (or other alternative) just to look cool, then maybe you should reconsider. They are much heavier than other choices*, which results in more road damage, and some are considered trucks, which have much less restrictive emissions requirements.

* Note: A Hummer H2 weighs 2,000 pounds more than my Odyssey. The Ford Excursion weighs about 700 pounds more than the H2. So, the average numbers I was seeing might have been skewed by the heavier SUV’s. I think those vehicles definitely could damage the roads more than either my minivan or the lighter SUV’s.

(Note: Please see my first Very Short Story, “Piece of Cake.” It’s a bit of fanfic, I suppose, but it’s less than 200 words, so why not try it?)

Here was the search term that led someone to this site: making your mini van look cool.

I’m going to venture a guess that a man was performing this search. Then I’m going to tell him, “Just surrender now, brother. You’ve already lost.”

If you type in a search term like that, then for you the minivan is not and never shall be “cool.” What could you do, add a Winch with 100 feet of cable? Slap on a spoiler, like my old Incredible Hulk Spoiler Sport Hot Wheels car? I know… low profile tires and neon lights on the skid plate. Like DJ from Cars.

I happen to like our minivan because it’s the nicest vehicle we’ve ever owned. It’s very simple to make it whatever we need it to be — furniture hauler, family transporter, moonshine mover. You know, the typical activities of a suburban family. We don’t pull trailers and we don’t go offroad.

The bottom line is this: if looking cool is important enough to you that you’re willing to pay more money for a vehicle that adds no more functionality or convenience (come on, how many people who own SUV’s ever use four wheel drive?), then you shouldn’t even consider a minivan.

You’ll look much cooler.

*Note: Originally I finished the last full paragraph with a comment about the weight of an SUV damaging the roads, but after more research it’s clear that most SUV’s on the road weigh very little more than a minivan. Hummer H2 and Ford Excursion weigh 2,000 to nearly 3,000 pounds more than a minivan.