I am a chopper of wood and carrier of water, a keeper of bees, digger of soil, and washer of dishes, but when people ask me "what do you do" I usually satisfy them with "I'm in information technology." If they really want to know, I'll tell them about the decade as a wilderness guide. Some jobs are vocations, some are avocations, but that one was an evocation. I also wrangle pixels and try to herd them into representations of coherent thoughts, which is a provocation. :-)
My mother loved her Christmas ornaments, and like many mothers she kept certain ones for many years. Carefully wrapped and stored away after the holidays, they would reappear just after Thanksgiving. Our Christmas tree hosted the most unlikely combinations of sparkling shapes; simple childhood gifts and class projects from the ghosts of Christmas Past. Some … More Another Christmas Story
Last week we remembered the 77th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, which triggered The United States’ entry into WWII. Every December 7th we acknowledge the sacrifices made by that great generation, and rightly so. Not too many years ago, that first paragraph could have been shorter. There was no need explain the … More Not So Great
Every family has at least one. Every neighborhood and office and every classroom has them as well. We’re talking about gossips: people who spread rumors and stir the pot. Our brains are wired to emphasize the negative, but some of us are addicted to the onslaught of neuropeptides that wash through our brains when we’re … More Stirring the Pot
When the fires were raging around Paradise, California, many of us had an extra measure of compassion for the people who lost their lives or saw their homes destroyed. It was only two years ago, almost to the day, that Towns County was squeezed between two large fires, and parts of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, were destroyed. … More Fired Up
It’s Monday morning and a good cup of coffee is a welcome treat in the cold rain. Congress says that this is Veteran’s Day, but we all know that the real observance is on the 11th. World War I ended one hundred years ago this eleventh month, on the eleventh day at the eleventh hour. … More This Is How The Sausage Is Made
“[Politics is] but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.” By the time you read this, the election will be over, and we can all breathe … More A Tale Told by an Idiot
The young do not spring from the the earth fully formed. … More Generations
Time is a plow pulled by a blind mule. It does not pause for our reflections or our protestations. We can put a hand to the till and try to guide it, or we can get out of the way. Eventually, we all grow weary of our labors, of plowing or of running away, and we lay down to rest in the field. Eventually, all of our efforts will be turned under to nourish the next crop, just as we were once nourished. … More To Everything There Is A Season
The picture at the top of the page is the Karpman Drama Triangle. You may have seen it if you’re familiar with transactional analysis. I first saw it in training for a job working with adjudicated youth. At first, I didn’t think anything so simple could be very useful. But a hammer is a simple … More Keep Calm and Carry On
This week we’re going to give you something to think about besides politics, though for some, this issue, like all issues, can be political. This problem will be with us long after whatever media circus currently occupies our pixelated collective consciousness. Seth McLamb is a young father, an outdoorsman and an engineer with a … More Cheap and Effective or Toxic and Ugly?
Outside The Box 