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Monday, January 21, 2013

Inauguration thoughts

I enjoyed watching the President's public inauguration today.  Did you know that he was actually sworn in yesterday? The constitution (20th amendment, see here) states that the President's term in office ends at Noon on the 20th of January, so he took his official oath (so did Vice-President Biden, btw) yesterday, in private. Today was all about the celebration.

My favorite part of his speech was this line:

"We cannot mistake absolutism for principle or substitute spectacle for politics, or treat name-calling as reasoned debate."

Yeah, especially the last part of the sentence. We've really devolved in that regard.

Here is the full text of his speech: 2nd inaugural address

I also enjoyed watching his two beautiful daughters and his beautiful wife.  Maybe as a man who has the same at my house, those images resonated with me.


I had to laugh when I saw everyone except Michelle Obama whipping out their cell phones.  Again, the image below resonates with me!!


The guy off of Michelle's left shoulder looks as if he disapproves of something, or maybe has a little gas. Can't really tell.

I can't find very good pictures, but both Michelle Obama and Jill Biden had some shoes on that were not conducive to marching down Pennsylvania Avenue.




Joe Biden looked like he was ready to high five everyone on the route - I'd like to have a beer with him.

Anyhow.  Good luck to the President and the Vice-President.  I don't always agree with them, but then I don't always agree with anyone.  Regardless, he's in charge and God bless him - I wouldn't want the job.


Thursday, January 10, 2013

Catharsis

It's no secret that the last couple of years have sucked in my world.  So far though, 2013 hasn't (knock on wood).

Since the beginning of the year, I've been preparing for tax season - although the IRS has announced that individual tax season won't start until January 30 (read this for details: Shameless, self promoting link to my business website). With the help of my staff, I've organized the office in general, and specifically, I've cleaned and organized my office.

My office before  organizing (ok, not really):



My office after organizing (yeah, yeah, another dramatization):


Anyhow, this process has been wonderfully cathartic for me.  It's as if I'm throwing away all the badness and starting the new year fresh and ready to go.  This morning, I cleaned out what I call "The dungeon". The dungeon is a cellar off of my office where, apparently, I stash any box, carton, dead body, whatever I don't want to deal with.  Over the last amount of time, stuff has stacked up.

I'm going to recycle approximately 7 million cardboard boxes in a few minutes, after which I will hopefully be left with a clean office and a clean mind, raring to go into a fantastic tax season. Call me.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Funny thing about sleep...

...how come you can't have it when you most want it? It is 3am, I'm awake, and would give anything to be asleep right now.   Twitter is silent, Facebook is silent and I can't get into any of the three books I'm reading right now.

Did you watch the Sugar Bowl tonight? I found myself pulling for Louisville, and against the hated Gators. The heavily favored Gators. They (the Gators) lost and I smiled several times at the crowd shots of distraught football fans. It's a game, not life! (although it's nice when they stop doing that stupid Gator chomp).

Here's a list of the last several songs I tagged on Shazam:

Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine
99 Problems - Hugo
The Distance - Cake
It Makes No Difference - The Band
Tu Cuerpo - Pittbull feat. Jencarlos
Souvenirs Souvenirs - Johnny Hallyday
If It Wasn't For You - Various Cruelties
Yellow Ledbetter - Pearl Jam
Home - Phillip Phillips
Keep Us Steadfast - Lyle Lovett
I'm Not Down - The Clash

You should listen to each of these and figure out why I tagged them, then let me know.

The overnight housekeepers at this hotel carry the vacuum cleaners on their backs. They look like something out of The Jetsons. They also look annoyed at me for sitting here in their way.

I type with my forefingers, as well as my pointer finger (but only on my right hand).

I just got an email telling me that my online backup service had completed the backup, with no skipped files, so there's that.

Update: I picked up my feet, so the housekeeper could vacuum under them. She was appreciative.

Ok. That's all for now. I think I'll share this to FB and Twitter so that people can read this and then wonder how they can get the three minutes of their lives (that it takes to read this) back.

Friday, December 28, 2012

I love Google




                                                                 I love Google

Google helps me get to where I'm going, I just have to talk into my phone via  Google Latitude (and it is always updated), and presto! The Goog tells me step by step what to do.  Apple's iPhone app, on the other hand, sometimes sends you to places you don't necessarily want to go, which prompted Apple to allow Google (I love Google) to place its map application into the App(le) Store, so now directionally impaired iPhone users can experience the same joy of getting to their destination as I do.

I love Google calendar, which allows me to sync my office calendar to my (Android based) phone and to all of my computers, as well as, seamlessly, to my wife's phone (she has an iPhone, but I hope to get her onto a Samsung Galaxy III soon).

I love Google Reader, which allows me to subscribe to various blogs, and which would allow anyone who wanted to, to subscribe to mine. That is if anyone wanted to (sigh).

I love Blogger, which enables me to easily produce this drivel.

I love YouTube.  Apple stopped allowing people to download YouTube to iPhones and iPads, although I believe that they have now caved (afraid of the competition, hmm?  Then make your apps as good as other folks apps!)

I also love Amazon.  I love buying music via Amazon and having it automatically download my music to my laptop, to the cloud, AND to my iTunes account.  Apple won't let you listen to iTunes purchases on a competing system without going through silly rigmarole such as burning a CD, then ripping the CD back to your computer in MP3 format. Silly Apple.

If I remember correctly, Apple almost went under in its early years, because it refused to share code with program developers.  As a consequence, most programs were written for the PC.  In my business (accounting), I wouldn't dream of buying a Mac (they sure are pretty) since accounting software is primarily written for PC's.

I hear that Google+ is pretty cool, but I haven't warmed up to it yet (did you like that little play on words?  With a little effort, I could write Country songs).

In fairness, the iPad is pretty cool, but it is still so damned Apple proprietary!

Now you know. I love Google. I call it "The Goog" or just "Googs" when I'm in a playful mood.  We're tight like that.


Sunday, December 23, 2012

Sunday thoughts


I have friends and relatives from all over the world.  One thing I've noticed is that when getting together, people like to compare and contrast the differences between them. What has really fascinated me though, is how absolutely sure that their way is better than our way (understand, that I believe this also applies to "my people" believing that our way is better than someone else's). I believe that we are all a product of our upbringing, modified by our life experiences.  Underneath it all, and generally speaking, I believe that we are all pretty much the same.

The other night, at a function, a person from another country made mention of "how loud Americans are".  I knew by the way this person said it, that being loud was less preferable to being quiet. I've heard Americans laugh at Soccer vs. U.S. Football; I've heard Australians laugh at U.S. Football vs. Rugby; I've heard British people laugh at Baseball vs. Cricket. All the laughter was derisive toward the other country's sport, of course.

We just don't know that much about each other, I think. When I lived in England, I was regularly asked if all Americans carried guns (these days, that's probably a fair question). Over here, I have to grin at the people who think that the United Kingdom consists of London alone.  I spent a few months in Greece years ago, and when asked where I was from in the US, finally started telling people "Atlanta", because it was much easier to explain than "close to Chattanooga, which is in Tennessee, and that is close to Georgia, which contains Atlanta" "OH, Atlanta!" they would say, with a flicker of recognition in their eyes (but mostly, they didn't really care).

This isn't confined to international borders. People in the little town I live in look at folks from New York, Chicago and L.A. as "Yankees" - yeah, I know, not Yankees, but to some of us Southerners, anyone from north of here (north also includes west, by the way) is by definition a Yankee, and therefore, not a person to be trusted. I know some people who look down their noses at the poor rhubarbs from the sticks, with our limited world views and all, and just shake their heads ("smh", they say to themselves, in a pitying voice).

I love college football.  I love SEC football. Other people love Big 10 football (or whatever that conference is called these days). I know with absolute certainty, that SEC football is better than all the other football, but I imagine that people in say, Iowa, probably think that the Hawkeyes are inherently superior. Those people are wrong, of course (read this for a minute, {smirk}), but it shows that people are often defined by where they come from.

Final point.  I'm an Episcopalian.  I'm an Episcopalian because my Mom is English and she grew up in the Church of England which is Anglican. Therefore, I also grew up in the Church of England.  The Episcopal Church is an Anglican denomination, so it makes sense that I would become an Episcopalian when we moved to the US.  Conversely, most of the people in my little town are either Southern Baptist or Church of God.  Makes sense. Lots of Lutherans in Minnesota.  Why?  Who settled a good part of Minnesota, and what was their denomination?  If I were born in Saudi Arabia, guess what?  I'd probably be Muslim, and so would you!!!

So, all of this was to get you to watch an '80's video. Probably. I always liked Depeche Mode.

Monday, December 17, 2012

I think I'm ready to go back to network news

On Friday we had the horrific shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, where so many people were gunned down by a mentally ill person. I think it has shaken the whole country and seems to have at least started a conversation about how we treat and take care of our mentally ill. The conversation about gun control is polarizing and ongoing, and I have no intention of getting into it with this post (except: why do we need assault weapons? I can't quite remember).

I was more interested in talking about the way we get our news these days. On Friday I was eating lunch with a couple of friends (Yummy sushi in Cleveland. Try it. It's good. Get the dancing Tuna roll), and noticed the story developing on the TV in the restaurant. Of course I immediately started scrolling through my Twitter and Facebook timelines. Slate quickly reported that the shooter was a 24 year old man named Ryan Lanza, and they were kind enough to point their readers to a FB page that they thought was his. He posted that it wasn't him (see below).



I also heard on Twitter that: both of his parents had been killed; his brother had been killed; his mother was the teacher in the classroom he went to; his friend and the friends girlfriend were missing...
Later that day, Slate came back with a correction that it wasn't Ryan, but his brother Adam. I was amazed that Slate wasn't apologetic about the misinformation that they had helped spread. We also found out later that the father was alive (a reporter broke the story to him as he was pulling into his driveway!!!) and that the mother didn't work at the school. All the while, the news shows were posting the death toll as if it were a game score.

Here's my point: there is this incredible rush to be the first to break a story - oh, I know, I run to twitter, FB, cable news, anywhere I can to eat up breaking news. But, you know what? I think I'd really rather wait an hour or two and let the news outlets get their facts straight. This is one reason why I'm about ready to turn off MSNBC, FOX and CNN. The networks have just a short time each evening to present a few stories instead of 24 hours each day to fill up like the cable folks do. During the day, the network execs make decisions about which stories to cover and in what detail. In the meantime, FOX spends all day spouting the most silly right wing bullshit. MSNBC, while at least telling the truth, does it in a completely left slanted fashion (with the exception of Morning Joe). And CNN, for some reason, is content to read its viewers tweets (what a disappointment that network has become) and call it news. So, I think I'll just go back to the traditional nightly news.

May I ask one more question? Why is it so important to rank this shooting as the "second most deadly school shooting in history" as CNN showed on its scroll all Saturday morning? Why do we always have to rank disasters? What the hell is wrong with us? Ok. That was three questions.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Frankenstein on the right

(This is another blog post that is completely meaningless, and really has no point)

I got out of the shower the other day and was looking at myself in the mirror while I shaved (sorry about the visual that is now seared into your cerebral cortex). I'd kind of forgotten, but I've got five scars on the right side of my body. One from when my kidney was removed, another from the gross tube put in me from when my kidney was removed. Another is from where my shoulder was nailed back together after I broke my collar bone and one from where they took a little of my hip and put it up in my shoulder, to help it heal. Most recently, I had a teeny bit of upper chest removed because of a melanoma that I had ignored (DON'T IGNORE DARK, IRREGULAR, SPREADING PLACES ON YOUR SKIN). It kinda grew in some, and spread some, and necessitated the doctor going (like the old church hymn) deep and wide. Don't worry, I won't Instagram any pictures.




Six! Six scars! I forgot that I have a very small scar on my nose (right nostril), where I had Mohs surgery (to remove some skin cancer there as well. "Welcome to Mohs").

Wait! When I was 18, a piece of steel spring broke off of the garage door I was working on and almost put my right eye out, instead cutting my head at the eyebrow line. Hang on, let me see if there is a scar there as well.........yep. There it is. Huh.

It just started me thinking about how odd it is that all my stuff has happened on my right side. Oh, I also broke all my wrist bones in a stupid motorcycle accident. My right wrist, of course.

Now, I'm left handed. I mean, I'm reeaally left handed. You should see me throw with my right hand. No, you shouldn't. Below is kind of what I look like throwing right handed (never mind that most of these are right hander's throwing left handed):



So, what's my point? Am I saying that stuff happens to my right side because I'm left handed? Am I saying that my left side is protecting itself, while my right side is just clumsy?

 Naah. I just wanted to talk about my scars.