Archive for the ‘Introspection’ category

More Blog. Less Tweet.

December 29th, 2009

Akiva has been badgered by Louis to blog more, tweet less. As he so eloquently puts it:

I am arguably the greatest writer of our (or any) generation. So much potential confounded by so much apathy, laziness, and lack of time management skills.

I, too, suffer from the same motivational discord when it comes to blogging (though not from the apparent overconfidence). I have tried, in the past, to force myself to write daily, with often disastrous consequences. Those posts were trite, meaningless, and ultimately forgettable (though, thanks to the long-term memory of the Internet, they will hang around my neck forever like the hickeys of a long-forgotten fling).

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We’ve been adopted by foxes

September 5th, 2009

Earlier this summer, my wife spied some unusual “critters” in our back yard (yard is somewhat of a misnomer; it’s really a thicket inside a shallow ravine). It turns out that they were a pair of California gray foxes.

A few weeks later, we got to meet the Mama Fox (see prior postings for video).

However, a couple of weeks ago, they got much more friendly; they started showing up on our back deck, and using my chair for a late afternoon snooze. As you can see from the photo, they’re quite fearless; the chair is approximately three feet from our back (sliding glass) door, and we like to open the door when the sun is low and run a fan there. When we open the blinds, open the door, and turn on the fan, they’ll usually lift their heads and watch, but then immediately go back to sleep.

Ain’t they the cutest things ever?

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Microcast / September 4, 2009

September 4th, 2009

The Internet in 140 seconds: Kara Swisher, drunken chess master, Robert Scoble, 1984, and opinion by Josh Haley.

 

Congratulations, Elam!

June 5th, 2009

My First Day of SchoolMy son graduates from high school today. It’s an appropriate milestone to reflect back on the years it took to get us to this point.

Elam was born six weeks premature; not through any fault of his own, but because his mother was suffering from congestive heart failure. He was a small child (5th percentile in size) for many years. In 1996, we moved to the UK, and this photo shows him on the first day of school at the Licensed Victualler’s School in Ascot, Berkshire, England.

Moving to England was less wrenching than moving back to the USA in 2000. When we moved to California, Elam had to leave behind all of his friends that he had made. Being an only child, he does not make friends easily, but he’s fiercely loyal to those who earn his trust and friendship. Friends that he made during his first year in California are still his friends today.

Your face is going to freeze that waySomewhat surprisingly (to me, at least), he’s spent the bulk of his life in California. Morgan Hill, CA, is now home to him, more than anywhere else. Elementary school, middle school, and high school, have all come (and gone) in their turn.

I am exceptionally proud of Elam, of course, as most parents are of their children. But I’m proud especially of his decision-making abilities. He has a strong “moral compass,” and he has shown a willingness to communicate openly with his parents; something that I was sadly lacking at his age. I felt that I could rarely communicate clearly with my parents; he seems to be much more open with us than I was with my folks.

The Senior PromThe next step for Elam is Baylor University. He’ll be moving back to Texas; like the move to California in 2000, I’m sure that this will be a wrenching experience. However, he has the ability to stay in touch with his friends, and we have family in Texas that can watch over him.

At Baylor, he’s entering the Great Texts program, a specialized course of studies that intertwines the great literature of the past with the issues facing today. He’ll study history from a modern perspective as well as that of the Venerable Bede; he’ll study modern physics as well as Newton’s Principia. It’s a challenging path, but one that should give him knowledge to last a life time.

To Elam, I’d like to say that you are special and endowed with gifts that will let you transform your world. Your capacity for thoughtful introspection will lead you to places that will challenge you and delight you, and help you find your own path. Seize the day and step forth with confidence.

It’s a big day today; the graduation ceremony, a celebratory supper, then “grad night,” returning home in the wee, small hours of the morning. Then sleep, a new day, and the rest of his life lies ahead of him.

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Food Aversions

May 1st, 2009

6a00d83455a06b69e200e54f3eb5858833-640wi.jpgI’ve been told my whole life I’m a picky eater. I suppose that’s true, though I’ve come to realize that there are certain perceptions I have that are not shared with the mass of humanity.

Specifically, there are foods that I hate. Hate is not quite strong enough a word, however; there are certain foods that I abhor, that make me physically sick, that I get queasy just thinking about. For now, let’s put aside the why of it and focus on the what.

To me, some foods are absolutely repulsive. To understand what I’m talking about, I think of these foods—mostly fresh vegetables—as essentially the same, to me, as dog shit. There is an equivalence in my mind where one can just as easily substitute for another. This evening, we visited a certain “gourmet hamburger” restaurant; here is one item from the menu:

We claim this to be the best bacon cheeseburger in the state, nation and all the world! Garnished with hickory-smoked bacon, crisp lettuce, fresh tomatoes & mayo.

Most people, when reading this, think “Yum!” Some might think, “Oh, I really don’t like lettuce, so I’ll leave that off.” When I read it, however, I see this:

We claim this to be the best bacon cheeseburger in the state, nation and all the world! Garnished with hickory-smoked bacon, cold dog shit, fresh dog shit & spreadable dog shit.

Now do you understand? No, I’m not over-emphasizing this to make a point. “Crisp lettuce” elicits essentially the same emotional response in my brain as “cold dog shit” when applied to food.

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