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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Life on the Small End

I reside at the small end of a large funnel. Contents are poured in, swash around and are ultimately directed with velocity and regularity in my direction.  There are many sources at the wide end.  Some trickle in at random, where others are decanted daily, but they all end up in the same place and fill me up as instantaneously as they merge and tangle at the funnels end. 

There are those who pour in from the page and others in person but, still the same, they continue to generously tip themselves over and allot themselves toward my sustenance and edification.

Sure I have my filters whose gauges are as variable as my disposition but in my greatest hope the funnel runs freely and accepts the purity of the contents that pour in.  Pure and rare or pure and routine, they can intercalate or evaporate, value and provision are in how I let them be. I reside at the small end of a funnel; life pours in and fills me up.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Big Day - Big Burrito


Tonight was burrito night at our house and that meant a trip to Chipotle. Up to this point the boys have always gotten the kids build your own taco meal. Tonight we went straight from the elder son’s summer ski practice and he was ready to eat. He jokingly said that he wanted two taco meals tonight to which we counted with the possibility of stepping up to the big leagues and going with the full burrito.  All three boys considered it and decided that tonight was the night, and burrito fans were born.  The middle guy nearly kept up with me in terms of pacing, polishing off his barbacoa a few bites after I finished. As we sat snacking on chips we pondered just how many burritos we could eat, wondering if not hoping, for the day when we would tackle doubles, even triples.  Today was a big day and marks the beginning of an age with many good things to come.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The News in Smoots

Michael Phelphs wins 117.5 Smoot freestyle at Olympic Trial

Phelps edged American rival Ryan Lochte by an ear in the 117.5 Smoot freestyle at the Olympic trials in Omaha Nebraska. The win came on the heels of a Lochte victory in the 235 Smoot (2 metric cable) freestyle and just prior to the 1 metric cable butterfly semifinals.
Curiosity Approaches within 4.23081443 × 1010 Smoots on its Journey to the Red Planet

Cruising at over 45 million Smoots/hour the most advanced Mars rover and science laboratory mission ever conceived will reach the  end of its 9 month journey to the red planet in just over 39 days.  Upon reaching the thin Martian atmosphere the mission will enter into the most dangerous and highly coordinated phase of its mission, EDL – Entry, Descent and Landing.

Oliver R. Smoot Memorialized, Again, in MIT 150 Exhibition
After 53 years of enjoying novelty measurement status Oliver R. Smoot was celebrated, this time in photographic form, as part of the MIT 150 Exhibition in 2011.  Smoot’s legend began on the Harvard Bridge in Boston Massachusetts as his MIT fraternity brothers placed and picked him 365 times in an effort to measure the bridge in this emerging, non-standard and unconventional, unit of measurement.  In the end the MIT frats found the bridge to span 364.4 Smoots ± an ear and in the process gave birth to a unit of measurement jovially recognized the world over.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Jarvis is here-beware


The A330 turns out to be a super advanced airplane. I knew that it was fly by wire, using signals to engage the flight controls rather than directly connecting pulls of the yolk and pushes of the pedals to movements of the control surfaces. What I didn't know is that when the airplane is working the advanced controls are so smart that the pilots play the flight like a video game and the controls do the rest. The aviator nearly moves from aviator to arcadist.

This isn't to say that we should have pimply pilots because in the event that the plane doesn't fy itself we need to have trained and savvy professionals to provide safe passage in moments of danger.

Pretty interesting is that as the tech in the plane makes the flight safer it also makes the pilots less likely to know how to fly the plane and therefore the very thing that was meant to protect the public actually creates its own problems. I guess it will be back to the drawing board as the new problems seek better, if not more simple solutions.

Monday, June 25, 2012

TKO


We’re changing companies and glitches in the install process have left us without internet.  I’ll post these words from a phone (actually just posting now- internet is back!). A phone I might add that knows if it is in front of you or up at your ear.  Boy ain’t technology grand.  We have one of the new Sony SLR cameras at work that has a similar feature.  When at your eye the viewfinder turns on and when away from your face the display turns on.  Technology is quite grand, as long as it is working.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Update/Recap


Like the River Congo (or it’s Asian counterpart who’s name I can’t remember) claimed many a victim before reaching the Colonel my consciousness gave in to slumber prior to reaching the missions end.  I’ll try again, hopefully sooner rather than later so I can restart up river rather than again at the beginning. 
The “Bad” series was a spontaneous linkage of which I didn’t even notice the commonality in title until 3 days in.  If I were to write another I’d title it “Bad Idea” and it would be based on the increasing trend of allowing pseudoscience, prevalently pawned on YouTube, to drive health decisions for yourself or your children. A viral video has become more influential than the real consequences of actual, preventable, viruses.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Organized Chaos

Apocalypse Now and Heart of Darkness have a lot in common first and most personally for me is that I’ve never made it completely through either one.  Tonight may be the night to erase that resemblance. I’m about an hour into the movie now, I’ve seen more tonight than any other attempt and with a Diet Coke or two still in the fridge I should make it OK.

And what a show. I have no idea how well the depictions of Vietnam reflect reality but what a reality it depicts. Organized: every mission has a purpose and every purpose is planned. Chaos: How it gets done.
Heart of Darkness is on my list to finish but if I’m going to finish I’ll have to start again and if I do that I’ll have to start over.  There are others ahead in the queue so we’ll see.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Vulpes vulpes


Both know they are there and that there is an element of danger, but neither is anxious enough to overwhelm their curiosity. For one, security is heightened by the knowledge that foliage can instantly cloak her appearance and four legs can provide a quick escape. For the other, human ingenuity and a respectful and historical control of nature provide the confidence that the encounter will end peacefully.
At least that’s what I see.
Special thanks go to my pal Tim for passing this photo on to me.  After I shared my initial jottings of the shot with him (as read above) Tim recounted a bit more of his encounter with this animal in the wild.  
Tim and his wife were hiking in and around some bluffs and saw the fox early in their excursion. At that time the teen fox was a bit more timid and when Tim attempted a photo the fox scurried hastily away toward a steep embankment.  As she stumbled along the slope I can only imagine what went through the creatures mind, “Awe cuss, I should have never gone this way. Why did I have to get a look at the Homo sapiens?” (It is a common practice for animals in the wild to refer to themselves and others by their Latinized binomial nomenclatures.)
Whatever regrets she held from the first encounter dissipated quickly in the fresh summer air. When a second opportunity to view the bipeds arose she snapped it up and captured the moment like a photograph, to be filed away in her memories and color the duration of her natural history.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Bad Timing


Ducks, harps,an  old timey horn and so much more.  I have a lot of options for what will wake me up in the morning.  I guess I better get to it.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Bad Acting -Really Bad


I turned on game 4 of the NBA finals and watched several minutes of the 3rd quarter without seeing a miss.  In a way the guys are just really good, but in a way they were just shooting jump shots as if they were alone in the gym. No defense. 
After a miss by OKC the Heat pulled away by a few via more made baskets and further decline in defensive effort.  The final fractions of a second saw Durant at the line after a little bit of contact and a big bit of acting.  While he was no Paul Pierce, he sold the flop like Alec Baldwin fictionally sold real estate in the early 90’s. 
Most unfortunate is how this defense through flop has made its way down to the urban street game.  In a faction of the game that prides itself in toughness and hard contact you’ll see the same players cry foul when it’s defensively advantageous or when they just feel like it.   
Worse for me is the mentality that this something for nothing approach breeds in cultures that radiate from and around basketball. It’s been said that if you’re not cheating you’re not trying. I guess that’s true, if you want to cheat to get ahead, but to me that is not just bad for the game it’s bad for all of us.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Bad Rap – Climbing Mt. Respiration

Glucose + oxygen gas results in carbon dioxide, water and ATP.  Of all these components carbon dioxide always gets a bad rap. Sure it doesn’t provide a concentrated packet of chemical energy like glucose or supply cells with the necessary agent for releasing that energy like oxygen does.  Sure carbon dioxide doesn’t boast the title of “universal biological solvent” like water and it couldn’t possibly provide the jolt of phosphorylating energy that motivates every biological function like ATP does. 

Carbon dioxide can’t do any of that but that doesn’t mean it should be made out as the villain.  Carbon dioxide is the Tenzing Norgay of cellular respiration carrying the extra oxygen and carbon up to the summit of cellular respiration.  Glucose, oxygen and ATP get all the glory but without the molecular equivalent of a Nepalese Sherpa carrying the load, our fates, like Edmond’s, would be halted well short of the zenith, overcome by the elements of our own enthusiasm and high aspirations.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Rebar and Concrete

The boys and I watched an episode of Build it Big tonight that featured the SMART Tunnel in Kuala Lumpur. The tunnel serves to relieve the city from seasonal flooding by diverting it through 20ft high tunnels below the city. This may not seem like that amazing of a project until you learn what SMART stands for.  The SMART Tunnel is the Stormwater Management and Road Tunnel.  Let me repeat that – ROAD TUNNELL.  Under normal operating conditions the tunnel serves as a toll way but when the floodwaters come the tunnel closes to traffic and opens to water.  This is the first ever dual purpose tunnel system. 

So the tunnel is pretty awesome but even more so was watching its construction with my boys.  They got so excited to see the rebar that formed the skeleton of the concrete slabs that formed the structure of the tunnel.  It was like a new discovery for them.  There is metal inside the concrete.  The 1 meter metal rods were cut from longer lengths.  The curved rebar was shaped from straight lengths by a guy at a machine. 
It was awesome to see them realize that the world around them is made out of pieces and that people put those pieces together.  As those pieces are put together problems occur and people search out and solve those problems.  Tonight they saw that the world is made of rebar and concrete and it is made by smart people who work hard.

Chronic Somnambulist


I really don’t have much trouble sleeping.  Over the last few days I have enjoyed several extended naps, even late afternoon and evening naps, and had no trouble getting to sleep when it was time for the extended night nap.  Furthermore, when I am asleep I am asleep. I can sleep through storms or noise or worry.  I know that others struggle with sleep and I am blessed that I have the gift of restful, productive slumber.
I am, however, prone to somnambulism, sleep walking, in other areas of my life.  I can do really great things, experiencing stretches of creative productivity, but I’ll also find myself dozing through dozens of daily duties.  I’ll sleep walk as a dad, as a husband, as an employee but in these cases I catch myself and wake up and engage. 
It’s easy to snap out of it really.  There are real tangible consequences and implications for drifting across the center line of life. Kids grow up fast and you don’t want to miss it. Marriage is an awesome gift but you don’t want to take it for granted. Your job relies on you to be productive and your family relies on you to provide.  And so, like rumble strips preventing a sleepy driver from disaster, life has built in rumble strips to keep you on track. (Some of my favorites come in the form of requests:  “Dad do you want to play a game, jump on the trampoline, go outside…” “Are you going to come tuck us in?” It’s not hard to stay on track when you have motivations like these!)
There is an area that I’m less likely to shake out of when I experience an ambulatory coma. The area is my Christian walk, my relationship with Jesus, especially when it comes to my engagement in prayer and in the Word of God. Some of the habits of Christian discipline come easy to me.  Attending church and Sunday school, teaching classes, fellowshipping with believers, all seem simple in comparison to engaging in an active prayer life and reading the Bible.
External rumble strips are available in these areas no doubt.  I have friends who ask me to pray for them. Rumble, rumble, “Wake up Ben – Pray”.  I have friends tell me about the things they are reading in the Bible or how they are engaged in the Word. Rumble, rumble, “Wake up Ben – Read”.  Still, even when these prompts induce action it is all too often short lived and or even worse ignored. 
C.S. Lewis writes about inaction through his characterization of the Demons efforts in The Screwtape Letters. In the demon Screwtape’s advice to his nephew about corrupting his human he indicates the following.
No amount of piety in his imagination and affections will harm us if we can keep it out of his will.  As one of the humans has said, active habits are strengthened by repetition but passive ones are weakened.  The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

I recognize the truth in this admonition yet in its truth I also must acknowledge a reflection of my own reality. The less likely I am to act on the prompts to read and to pray increases the temporal distance between prompts (or recognition of) and increasingly minimizes the impact of those prompts on me to act.
So what’s next? One thing is to take this rumbling right now and act, pray, read. The other is to search and pray for a way for those actions to be sustained.  The areas I mentioned above are easy to be corrected by because they are right in my face.  There are physical agents that get in my face to wake me up and help me maintain my discipline as a husband, father and employee.  
God could get in my face in whatever way He wants to and sometimes he does through friends or other prompts but He doesn’t typically work that way.  However he has provided two significant ways to be continually challenged, and encouraged and engaged but for them to be effective they have to be used. Act, pray, read. As I know from stronger seasons, if I only engage God will take care of the rest.   

Friday, June 15, 2012

Over for Now


The Cubs played one of their best games since their fast start but it wasn’t enough to top the up and coming Pirates.  Both hurlers pitched complete games but the Pirates ace overmatched the Cubs batters giving up only 2 runs on 1 hit.  The book showed evidence of a real ball game marking 6-3, 6-3, K in the first. Strong defense continued throughout the 5 inning affair but the Pirates capitalized on every opening the Cubs provided and pulled away to a convincing win. 
So the tournament was over in a game which marked the close to the Robbinsdale regular season.  Now to battle with the likes of neighboring cities and the mixed talents and foibles of their best, and worst, and middle of the pack teams.
Go Cubs!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Phoenix


There are 25 references in the current encyclopedia.

Will I dream?

We are sending down a probe.

Chlorophyll!

I understand.

Will I dream?

I don’t know.

Trumpets, tympanis, mixed brass, triangle, crescendo.  

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Chemistry must be respected.


Chemistry doesn’t lie.  Chemistry determines if you are health or sick, alive or dead. Chemistry must be respected.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Dr’s Orders


Every few years I get my eyes checked because I think I may need reading glasses but the doc always tells me that I’m 20/20.  The last time I went I got the same prognosis but the doctor said I had light eye complexion and I should wear sunglasses.  So I did.  As it actually went, my wife got them for me, real nice ones too. You know, doctors orders.  This got me thinking and as I’m getting older and more sensitive to the elements I’ve started wearing a hat more often as well.  I’ve been growing more and more fond of the idea of a wide brimmed hat and it there is a nice selection of sporty items at Cabela’s and I even saw one for about three bucks at Ax-Man.  Problem is the misses won’t have any of it.  Perhaps I can get the eye doc to write a prescription.  

Monday, June 11, 2012

The Lost Hour


In the last hour I lost an hour of consciousness.  After I sat down I laid and when I laid down my eyes closed and when my eyes closed the world fell away. It was glorious and its gone and it was a great gain for the day.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Engineering Flow


Today I sat on Hiawatha at a traffic light with cars in all directions in the same paused position. Four directions, no movement. 
As I sat I listened to a story on the radio about set designers who choreograph an “intricate ballet” for the stage crew to perform as they transform the stage from one scene to the next.  According to the story, the sets could take 45 minutes to change over if not for the finely tuned sequence and system designed for transitioning the sets. However, as reported by one of the set designers, the intermission lasts as long as the audience uses the bathrooms and no one is waiting for the sets.  
I think the folks responsible for managing the flow of traffic on Hiawatha might be well served by heading north on their subject of attention and taking a slight jog toward the river to consult with the Guthrie or perhaps veer onto Riverside and discuss the finer points of flow with Mixed Blood.
Or they could just apply a useful principle for designing an effective traffic management system: When one light is red, the other should be green.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Symbiotic


Birds have it, bees have it, even sentimental flees have it and so do we.   We are littered with degraded ancient bacteria and without it we couldn’t survive. Just ask Charles Wallace. Whew that was a close one.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Thursday, June 7, 2012

You’ve Got to See This

This is totally crazy. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wSxoWITDjj4&feature=related . Apparently the solution is injected and it destroys the veins.  It’s crazy how easy this is (appears to be) when so many people struggle with these.  Medicine is so cool.
Tonight at a softball game a guy thought he broke his collar bone when reaching for a fly ball. Reaching! He didn’t fall or collide with another player he reached, and broke his collar bone (maybe).  As he was standing on the sideline and his teammates were attending to him I wondered if it was a dislocated shoulder. I had a few thoughts as to how I would diagnose and treat it but in the end I really didn’t know anything. A doctor would have. Doctors are awesome.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Exchange of the Day

Kid 1: Where were you this morning?

Woman: I had surgery on my legs.
Kid 1: You had what? I didn’t know about that.
Woman: Yeah, they used lasers.
Kid 2: Whoa! Lasers! Did they cut your leg off?!

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Unawake and on the Move


Public transportation is an excellent way to get from A to B, especially if it is your only option.  The bus and train are not however, great places for sleep.  Of primary concern is the risk of missing your stop and being late or not being able to get back at all if the routes aren’t bidirectional.  Secondary concerns include increased vulnerability to any number of shenanigans other riders might bring about.  And of course there is the lack of comfort.
There is a method for dozing on the train. Sunglasses can camouflage the duration between the start of a blink and its conclusion.  Knowing the route visually and by name of cross streets can provide micro status checks and determine levels of anxiety or ease.
One thing that you can count on is that any doze on the bus can never live up to a few dozen winks in your own bed.  

Monday, June 4, 2012

Hitting a Wall – Game Planning


Need 3 of 4 at 3-6 +8  , Isaac =50+75 / 2angels = 125

 2 Isaac Jackson Luke Peyton

3 simon riley luke Isaac

4 luke p riley jack kellen tyler

6 isaac Jackson luke peyton

5 simon jamirus peyton luke P Jack O Luke R

8 Jackson Isaac Jamirus Jack o Luke P

7 jackson Isaac Jamirus Riley

9 Kellen Tyler Dustin

1Isaac 2 Jack O 3 Simon 4 Luke P 5 Jamirus 6 Jackson 7 Riley 8 Peyton 9 Tyler

Sunday, June 3, 2012

3X


I’m either very optimistic, incredibly bad at estimating or a dishonest schmuck.  My inclination is to think that I am a combination of the first two. It’s not that I don’t have the capacity to be a horrible person, I know I do, just not as a manipulator.  I have learned though that if when I assess a job to be done it is best if I take my original estimate and multiply it by three.  By doing this conversion factor I will get to a much closer real estimate.  Case in point: Today I asked my brothers over to move the dirt from the sod project.  I estimated the project at 3 truck loads and about 1 hour of work.  The actual job ended up being 9 truck loads and 4 hours. Should have obeyed the rule of 3 from the beginning.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

There is No Spoon

Many things in life are difficult and even seem impossible at times. Sometimes in order to accomplish the impossible you just have to remember that there is no spoon. If you get discouraged just remember nobody makes it on their first jump, not even Neo.

Vulnerable


I decided a few years ago that I wouldn’t get sick any more.  Some have said that this is ridiculous and some have join me but since that time I have maintained very long stretches of good health by just deciding against being sick. Unfortunately there is a major flaw in my system that lets illness in and once in it has to run its full course.  The hours between my last waking moment and the instant I wake up are my most vulnerable moments for attack. Of course this is when I am sleeping and most importantly that I am unconscious.  When awake I can resist and deny and ignore the facts but when asleep I am defenseless.  In the last several years I have been sick twice, both came on at night when asleep.  Unfortunately not sleeping isn’t an option.  First and foremost I really like to sleep and second I’ve tried to go without it and it just doesn’t work. So I’ll remain vulnerable and have to deal with the fact that I’ll get sick every few years. Maybe next I’ll just have to decide to get well when sick. It’s worth a try.