Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Choosing Kind Words is Hard Work

c0 A Vietnam War era picture of a woman putting a flower in the muzzle of a gun.
Click to enlarge: A Vietnam War era picture of a woman putting a flower in the muzzle of a gun.

If this blog has convinced one person on one occasion to choose a kind work instead of a cruel one, it will have been worth the time I've spent here.

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I write here frequently about choosing kinder words, the higher ground, good manners, etc, and how I've been injured at times by others not doing this.

Although I have been kind more often than cruel (and suffered in a different way for that[1]), I wanted to make a note that I have been capable of cruelty as well, though I prefer not to dwell on it.

As a child, I was very unkind to Barbara Joe Allen, through 4th grade or so. Like Robert Schrader over here
), Barbara is no longer with us. She died of cancer some years ago. If I had been in Erie, I would have visited her. I doubt I'd have had the guts to apologize, hoping perhaps she'd forgotten or forgiven me.

But no one forgets childhood cruelties, and few forgive them.

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c0 In this political cartoon, a driver texts "Im txtng while drvng" and the Grim Reaper texts back, "LOL"
Click to enlarge: In this political cartoon, a driver texts "Im txtng while drvng" and the Grim Reaper texts back, "LOL"

Back to the topic at hand, I do get angry, more than I should, but try to turn down the volume in my head before others start hearing it.

What do I get angry at?

A few examples, in no particular order, this is just how they came to me...

Youthful thoughtlessness (eg, kids texting and driving; I actually saw a kid in a large pickup pass me at 90+mpg on US131 South, on the shoulder, then the dirt berm, then back on the shoulder, then the off ramp, swerving while he looked at a mobile device in one hand and steered with the other.)

Opulence and wealth with no governor - Washington, Hollywood, televangelism, musicians, athletes - the lopsided settling of wealth among those with no sense of responsibility for using it wisely.

• Indigence and poverty with no hope.

c0 In this political cartoon labeled "reality TV," a group of chickens are watching a chicken getting roasted.
Click to enlarge: In this political cartoon labeled "reality TV," a group of chickens are watching a chicken getting roasted.

• Stupid reality TV - angry pawn shop customers, angry makeup artists and cake decorators and apprentices, and people that wrestle turtles or alligators or anything else that can eat body parts.

The $5 "just looking fee" at a store in Brisbane, Australia (story >
). The fee is reimbursed if you buy something, but the message is "don't bother coming in unless you're leaving some money behind."

People angry at others because the others did the right thing.

People angry because they got caught doing the wrong thing.

People angry at others for the wrong reason. (Eg, Former Secretary of State Hilary Clinton shutting down a student translator in Africa after misunderstanding the question because she's tired and grumpy.)

 

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Some folks mistake kindness for weakness, and there is a certain other sort of sufferi
ng that accompanies that.

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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Great Radio Decision: a Nook (thank you, Jing)

c0 The Barnes & Noble Nook e-reader
Click to enlarge: The Barnes & Noble Nook e-reader

I wrote some time back (>) about debating over radio scanners for my car. I'd decided on one, got the green light from my wife, and waited, and waited, and waited, until I got so fed up with my own indecision I decided to spend that money on something else, an e-reader. After some research on what I need (loading my own PDFs and EPUB books was nonnegotiable), I went with the GlowLight Nook.

Thank you, Jing, for being patient with my procrastination. (We are house-hunting and none of our income is disposable.)

I may still get that scanner - I really want one - but I'll get more use out of the reader. What little time I have for it will be well spent.

[2013-04-06
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c0 The "Lépante" clavichord, Musée de la Musique, Paris
Click to enlarge: The "Lépante" clavichord, Musée de la Musique, Paris

I always wanted to play the clavichord. Not a piano, a clavichord. I like the sound better, especially on the lower registers. Probably also relates to my fondness for Baroque music.

I owned an electronic keyboard many years ago that could sound a little like a clavichord (among other things) and I bought and studied music written for clavichord at that time.

Unfortunately, I have no musical talent whatsoever and there's no need for me to inflict that on others.

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Monday, April 8, 2013

When a Hot Lunch was 40¢ and Men Walked on the Moon

c0 This is an floor plan of Vernondale Elementary School on Watkins Road in Millcreek, PA. Click to enlarge.
Click to enlarge: This is an floor plan of Vernondale Elementary School on Watkins Road in Millcreek, PA.

On the right is a floor plan of Vernondale Elementary School in Millcreek, PA as it appears today. (Click to enlarge).

The red box outlines the school prior to 1971. My earliest memories are of the school inside that red box, perhaps through 2nd grade.

The blue lines are windows. I draw them here because I spent a lot of time looking out of them, especially as weather warmed with spring and we opened classroom windows and could hear lawn mowers and birds and other outside noises.

Here is a list of the rooms and teachers that I remember...

K - Kindergarten
P - Principal, Mr Luscheon.

Mr Luscheon's secretary was Mrs Nickel. Mrs Nickel was the mom of my closest friend all the way through 6th grade, Rich Nickel.

1 - 1st Grade, Miss Minucci (sp? pronounced min-OO'-chee)

I spent time in both rooms labeled #1. I like to joke that I flunked 1st grade. Actually, I was what you'd call a "young 5" today, but there were no provisions for kids my age then, and so I ended up going back to kindergarten for another year, which was fine by me. (There's a story there for another time. I still dream about being in those classrooms; strangely, in each dream, without fail, I'm a teenager in a 1st grade classroom.)

2 - 2nd Grade, Miss Leopold
3 - 3rd Grade, Miss Anderson
4 - 4th Grade, Mrs Budzynski (homeroom, math)
4b - 4th Grade, Mrs Southpaw[1] (reading and geography)
5 - 5th Grade, Mr Veith (homeroom, math)
6 - 6th Grade, Mr Locke (homeroom, science)
6b - Mrs Fuhrman (née Roslanowick), (English)
a - Before 1971, the cafeteria, after 1971, the library

There were two books I remember quite well in that library that I read cover to cover many times: Small animal life in a field, and the daily routine of a police officer. Rich Nickel and I wanted to get a couple acres someday and raise small animals like that. And we wanted to be policemen. I've lost track of Rich completely.

b - Courtyard; this was locked and unused the entire time I was at Vernondale.

This may be because a number of classroom windows looked out into it and activities would have been distracting.

c - The front of the lunch line where you picked up your food and milk.

The line sometimes extended down the corridor next to the courtyard, (b). A hot lunch was 40¢. Milk was 5¢ for a half pint. Chocolate or whole. Luke warm.

d - Cafeteria during lunch, otherwise the gymnasium.

There is still, as far as I know, a spot of mustard high on the brick interior, placed by yours truly when someone challenged me to smash a mustard packet with my fist. I did, and the end of the packet facing the wall exploded. I vaguely recall the lunch monitor (who was also the recess monitor) scowling.

This is the room in which I watched one of the Apollo moon landings. I reviewed the dates, days of the week, and times of day that each took place, and I don't think I actually watched any lunar landings; I think what I remember seeing was a telecast from the moon surface, which could have been broadcast any time during the mission.[2]

e - Music room

I learned to "play" the recorder in 4th grade in that room.

I was especially fond of Miss Anderson and Mr Locke.

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Click to enlarge: Theseus fighting the Minotaur, by Jean-Etienne Ramey, marble, 1826, Tuileries Gardens, Paris
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Her name was not Mrs Southpaw, but she had a delightful soft Southern drawl and a name that had an "s" and "th" in it (if I recall correctly) and "Southpaw" became an affectionate name for her. She was the gentlest, kindest teacher I ever had, though to this day I can't picture her very well, even though I can picture the others; I learned in her class that the alphabet had 26 letters in it. (She insisted I count them until I got it right.) She also taught us art and Greek mythology. It was in her room I first encountered the Minotaur.

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c0 Crew of Apollo 16, L-R: Thomas K Mattingly, John W Young, Charles M Duke
Click to enlarge: Crew of Apollo 16, L-R: Thomas K Mattingly, John W Young, Charles M Duke
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As I recall, that day we were enjoying what we called "spring jacket weather" - clear, warm and breezy; I remember running all the way home from the bus stop to tell Mom I'd seen men walking on the moon.

The weather that weekend actually was unseasonably warm; temps started out around 70°F on April 21, 1972 in Erie (source >
).

If my memory of the weather is correct, the moon mission I watched could only have been Apollo 16, which landed in the Descartes Highlands on April 21, 1972 at 2:23 UTC (source >).

Unfortunately, that's about
~9:30pm Thursday April 20 in Erie, PA, and the lunar module was only on the moon's surface for 3 days, so they would have lifted off Sunday about 9pm. That means I could not have been watching a live landing or live moon walk in the Vernondale gymnasium in April of 1972.

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c0 John Young salutes the American flag on the lunar surface.
Click to enlarge: John Young, commander of Apollo 16, salutes the American flag on the lunar surface.

However, there are a few possible explanations that still make Apollo 16 a good candidate:

1) TVs were not as common as they are today and most homes had only one if they had one at all. TV networks (there were only three big ones - ABC, CBS, NBC) may have been broadcasting the moon walk on the next day, a Monday, when children had returned to school.

2) If I'm wrong about the weather, it could have been one of the other Apollo missions during the school year, but none of them landed during school hours either, so I'm faced with some of the same questions.

3) Vernondale may have taped and replayed it. There were no VCRs in those days, but there were reel-to-reel video recorders. They were very large and had to be rolled from class to class on wheeled carts. Vernondale had two. My best friend Rich Nickel was on the "AV Team." Everyone on the AV team had to have very good grades so they could be excused to set up the equipment in other classrooms when needed. Rich was very smart. I applied but was not accepted for the AV team.

I don't think #3 is possible, as I don't recall anyone from the AV team getting it started. Whatever we were watching, we were there on someone else's schedule, not our own.

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Sunday, April 7, 2013

What do you have to believe to be a Christian? Part 1

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Jesus hanging on a cross shaped like a question mark.

I'll start with what (I think) you don't have to believe.

As I was doing some reading recently on what various Christian denominations require you to believe to be "saved," it became evident that the question is for some a non sequitur.

That is, for most Christians, belief doesn't exist apart from actions, so to ask what you must believe to be saved is like asking which side of a silver dollar is worth more. The question doesn't make sense.

(This realization was equally important, ie, "Maybe I'm asking the wrong question." That kind of insight is almost always more rewarding than getting an answer.)

Another analogy: The articles of faith are the lyrics to a song, and the music is the rituals that accompany them.

Doing and believing, like music and singing, are part of the same thing.

It's not (acknowledged to be) this way for Baptists, but for many Christians it is.

There's certainly nothing wrong with analyzing beliefs, but that can often be like analyzing lyrics without the music they were written for.

And so, I don't believe...

I don't believe you have to know why you believe something in order to hold a valid belief.

You'd think everyone would agree, but not so; some fundamentalists, like Chuck Swindoll, believe you must not only believe the right thing, but not believe a wrong thing, and understand the difference; that is a very different thing from just believing, and it adds a layer that I can't find in the bible; there are certainly passages that explain "this is why we believe this way," but that is not the same thing as saying "you have to know why."

As for what (I think) actually constitutes the beliefs themselves, that's later this week.

[2012-10-13
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I don't understand why Einstein's Theory of Relativity (E=mc^2) is true, but it is used, for example, to adjust satellite clocks so our GPS's remain accurate. That is something I don't understand, but believe nonetheless, and it affects me every day.

[2013-04-04]

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"It is possible to be a both a surgeon and a gardener simultaneously."
--Luke Timothy Johnson

[2010-10-09]

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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Know what this country needs? It needs a good crap-o-meter.

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A vintage outhouse (from http://www.squidoo.com/a-silly-halloween-outhouse-party)

There used be a time when the ultimate answer to a bad course of action was "but people will die!"

You heard that on TV, in movies, books, everything.

It was the one response that could change the course of disastrous events.

We've become so inured by actuary tables, traffic accidents, cancer, euthanasia, (and abortion, IMHO), that death is no longer the worst possible thing that can happen.

What is?

The increased inconvenience to the living.

It's a progressive descent into apathy but with the same selfish choice at each step...

c0 In this picture, a man is running down steps over successive decisions that lead to his own personal comfort at the expense of others.

In this picture, a man is running down steps over successive decisions that lead to his own personal comfort at the expense of others.

The steps read:
• Why do I have to pay more for a can of corn because the other guy decided to steal from you?
• Why should I walk two feet to put my shopping cart in the cart corral? Don't you pay someone to do that?
• So you're asking more money for this house because you can?
• Why do my premiums go up just because my coworker has cancer?
• Gee, it's costs a lot of money to keep that guy on life support.
• Gee, it costs a lot of money to keep a convicted killer in prison for the rest of his life.
• Gee, if those babies actually get born, I'll have to pay for them.

Since when did we get the collective right to decide who gets born and who dies?

Is there a rule or precedent?

Something besides mutual consent?

The majority of people believe a majority of crap.

If there is no crap-o-meter, how do you tell which ideas are crappier than the others?

You can't.

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KRAP-oh-meet-er ? krap-AHM-met-er ?

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