Category: Observation

The Longest Walk

I had to drop off our dogs at the groomer yesterday morning which requires me to traverse some additional side streets as opposed to the normal highway path to work.  This has the bad side effect of making me vulnerable to unplanned delays generally brought on by that large yellow vehicle that transports our future (sorry, I had to do it in honor of the crappy/cheesy Foreigner and Whitney Houston songs)  Anyway, generally I have to just fight through the stops every 100 feet to pick up another set of kids.  If this is our future, it looks like we might be in trouble since they are apparently too lazy to actually walk two driveways distance to group up in order to limit the stops the bus has to make.    Resigned to weight out the delays, I started taking notice of the children getting on the bus.  On the second stop, there was not anyone waiting and the bus just sat there…. and sat there… and sat there.   after literally 30 seconds (yes, that is an eternity when you are trying to get to work in the morning).  Then the storm door slowly creaked open and a young girl slowly shuffled out to the stoop, continued that pace down the driveway with her head pointed down, dragged herself to the bus door and reluctantly hauled herself into the bus.  It was a agonizingly long, but extremely depressing.  Obviously she didn’t have any desire to go to school, no thirst to learn, no energy to engage.  I began to think to myself just how sad this was from the perspective of the the state of education in the U.S.  Why can’t school be fun, what does it take to make a day full of learning fun and how much extra effort does it take a teacher to motivate their students.  Okay, there could be a lot of reasons she doesn’t want to go from the depression brought by the cruelties of peer pressure to outside influences like family issues.  But I could probably counter that with the school’s inability to foster a learning environment to the opportunity for children to escape for 7 or so hours from a less than perfect environment to a highly caring classroom.  I am no longer in school and I do not currently have children so I can’t really comment too much on this, but it seems logical to me that learning can be both fun and entertaining with a little bit of extra work.  As I write this I recall that my brother actually devoted time to helping out at an underprivileged school where he lived.  He was able to introduce them to new concepts and exciting math related things in a very creative and encouraging manner.  I know he spent a lot of time on that activity, but he was also working hard at his normal day job.  How hard can this be for someone who works at it full time?

Looking back, I can remember plenty of teachers that actually contributed to my education and prepared me for my adult years – I can only hope this girl comes across at least a few of them in her school career.

Take 2 of These and Buy a Rocking Chair in the Morning

I went to my medical doctor last week for a problem with my wrist.  I should point out that I actually see him fairly infrequently in rough increments of 6 months and if I do go, I either need an x-ray or some antibiotics.  Unfortunately, everytime I go for the x-ray type of visit I have an internal debate to determine if it is worth it which requires me to reassess the extent of the damage.  The reason for this?  … because I am subjected to the same line of reasoning everytime.  
“You know you are 41[simply subtract a year for every other previous visit]?” This occurrs after he reads the nurses notes and again before I get out of the office. 

Yes, snowboarding has brought along with it some interesting injuries (internal bleeding 4 years ago, broken elbow a year ago and this year a badly sprained wrist), and softball has had its shares of concerns (concussion/stitches from the outfield fence, torn rotator, broken finger, pulled hammies and few other oddities), but I find it interesting that a few mishaps overshadow the numerous successes in those activities.  I have been playing Softball for 18 years with very few missed games – by my estimates 16 games/season * 18 seasons * 7 innings/game * 3 outs/inning * 2 batters/out = 12,096 opportunities for batters to take me to the fence and the only thing my doctor can focus on is the fact I hit the fence ONCE.  Translate that to snowboarding – by my estimates 7 seasons (learned at 34) * 3 outings/season * 3 days/outing * 35 black runs/day = 2,205 opportunities to hit the slopes hard enough to push a rib into a kidney producing some internal bleeding… if I translate that to this specific injury thats 7*3*3*10 rails/day = 630 rails to slide off and inadvertantly catch my wrist under my body. 

So, my answer is (and always be) YES, I am [x][x] years old and I know exactly what I can and cannot do.  I will fail, I might be injured, but I will have tried once I have prepared.  I think we tend to focus to much on mistakes – to remember those times and mentally note a given outcome for a given action is important, but to overlook the successes ignores the dedication and commitment to the performance – since I can remember, I have log every mile I run, track the results of weight training, written down my daily body weight, and documented my blood pressure and pulse.   Why – not because my doctor says I should, certainly not because training is fun and I am definitely not being paid to do it… No, because I enjoy the activities it allows me to participate in and provides me a since of accomplishment when I successfully negotiate 629 snowboard rails. 

My recommendation – invest in the rocking chair when YOU want to (but only under the assumption you are willing to make the sacrifice of preparation) – Note, good news this time … nothing broken 8^)

5 Minutes Of Laziness for 25 Years Of Achievement

With eager anticipation, I have just tuned into tonight’s VH1 Rock and Roll Honors Presentation.  I do not necessarily like all of the inductees, but I can clearly see their impact on Rock and Roll and must give credit to their talents within their specific genre.  The head of the Hall of Fame association steps up to the podium to initiated the preceedings, to begin the celebration of accomplishment and to …. uh….. hmm ….. well, to apparently to demonstrate a complete lack of respect for tonight’s guests.  These artists have spent a lifetime honing their craft, defining their talents and MEMORIZING the fruits of their labor.  Instead of spending the hour or two to reciprocate the effort, the presenter pulls out a stack of papers (folded up I might add) and proceeds to read word for word his speech.  Was it that hard to take a little bit of time to become comfortable with the speech, to comprehend the intent of the night, to breathe life into the delivery?  If not, does it take a technology expert to put a prompter off screen so you at least look like you care? 

Time to enjoy the rest of the show…. now that reading time is over   ugh… apparently not, Ben Harper can learn sheet music for a living, but can’t remember the writing on 6 tiny pieces of paper. 

 ADDENDUM:  Oh look, it’s little Billy Joel.  I wonder what words of wisdom he has to part with today… “John Mellencamp asked me to come out and play FarmAid somewhere out in the midwest called Peoria ……. We get out there and look out into the crowd and see 100,000 children of the corn wearing John Deere hats.”  First off Billy we in the midwest would like to congratulate you on getting to the awards show without becoming intoxicated and driving your car into the ditch (yes, we have newspapers and TVs out in the sticks).  Secondly, you get six points for a touchdown, not 3 and thirdly… Peoria is the world headquarters of Caterpillar Inc and there are far more Cat hats here than Deere (who are up the road in Moline IL).  You talked about the death of the music industry – I’ll have to personally apologize for my participation if by that you are implying the end of buying your albums.  Marketing 101: Don’t put down the people who may have previously bought your albums for future investment may be scrutinized.

Out of Touch Marketing

I can already tell I am going to be all over the board on this post.  This is mainly due to the fact the topic today is about commercials/advertisements and I extremely dislike them – normally I would have used the hay8 word but I am trying to narrow the use of that label to special situations (like Sprint) otherwise it tends to get watered down.  I should probably backup and put some perspective on this.  For probably 10 years now, every time I get a magazine, I take 2 minutes to rip out every double page ad in it.  This leaves a muuuuchh thinner magazine with very little distractions, including those ridiculous cologne samples.  Secondly, I rarely listen to any commercial on the radio – there are multiple (non-satellite) stations I listen to in the car and since the controls are now conveniently located behind the steering wheel, it is even easier to skip through the stations.  That is when I choose to listen to the radio instead of podcasts and audio books.  Lastly, I use a computer to PVR all of my TV shows and watch them later in the night or week.  That tiny little button labeled “skip” jumps 30 seconds ahead so a few clicks of that and I am back into the show adding productive hours to my week.  Getting the picture here?  As a note, when Ted Turner claimed I was stealing his money by doing this I swore to  never watch TNT again (and true to my word).

If you are in the marketing creation business, you might want to rethink your approach if you plan to sell me something.  As a suggestion, you might want to consider the in show product approach – if you are selling soda, you might want to push to have an actor drink from a can (with trademark visible) in the middle of a suspenseful moment or have an actress get into a specific SUV and hit the OnStar button before the villain raises up from the back seat — think the movie Demolition Man and Taco Bell (as you can see that worked)

 But I admit, there is a small window in the morning when I choose to sit (actually stand) through commercials.  That time is in the morning getting ready for work.  I need to know what to wear so the TV is generally on to get the latest updates.  Unfortunately, every once in awhile a commercial comes on that freezes me in my tracks – not because it is actually worth watching, but rather in the “What were they thinking” category. 

One of these moments happened yesterday.

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Opportunity K[a]n[n]o[y]-ck-s

Yikes, I have to get back on the ball and be more diligent about my entries – my observations are backlogging.  In an attempt to at least knock one off the list (clever eh, title has the word knocks in it and I used it as a clever verb in the lead-in…okay weak – it was actually a complete accident).

 On to the observation – Last week we went to Chevy’s for some Mexican entrees.  Unfortunately, it was crowded as well, but we were tired of driving around having previously passed on the wait at the Irish bar and felt the China Palace was too crowded.  So we gave a fake name, grabbed our pager and tried to find a place to stand.  In the middle of all of this, were two ladies standing by a portable table with a cosmetic display on it.  They caught my wife’s attention and stated they were “Celebrating women tonight” and wanted to know if she would like to sign up to win a Mary Kay gift set (pointing to the table) they were giving away.  As expected my wife declined and we moved to a small opening against the hallway wall.  In our endless quest to stay out of the way from the wait staff, I looked over and noticed that someone was filling out the entry form.  For some reason this held my attention for awhile.  The lady returned the clipboard and moved into an even more cramped location in the now full foyer. 

What followed next totally caught me off guard. 

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International Competition

Lunch today involved a very interesting discussion. I happen to have a very good friend who was actually born in Korea and moved to the United States when he was a young child. We both enjoy the same types of TV shows and movies which often involve some form of martial arts theme – As previously mentioned, I have spent almost 18 years studying martial arts and my friend has been immersed in the genre from his heritage. A significant portion of our lunch time conversations generally focus on critiquing shows/movies we have recently seen or our progress on Rock Band (yes, we are both hooked ever since he introduced me to Guitar Hero I on PS2). The conversation today started with my summarization of the previous night’s American Gladiator. Okay, okay, let me confess – I did my run routine on the treadmill and ended up pushing myself a little farther than I wanted to. I ended up laying down on the couch and was literally too exhausted to reach for the remote, so I ended up watching whatever station was on. To my disgust, it ended up being the new American Gladiator show.

After watching it for about 15 minutes, I figured out the formula – this ultimately led to a distinction between the Asian culture and ours – but first I’ll explain my observation.

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The Build Up to Deflation

I was in Best Buy today to pick up some more external storage.  As is always the case, I have to traverse all the way to the back of the store to get the only item I was in there to acquire.  This tends to annoy me, but has the side benefit of giving me lots of opportunities to make other observations.  One that stuck out on this trip occurred as I was passing by the Rock Band display.  For the 1% of the population that might not be aware of what this is, think of it as a console game (Xbox 360, PS2/3 etc.) that allows the players to simulate being a musician or singer through a plastic controller that at least looks like an instrument – the guitar plays nothing like a real guitar, but tries to emulate fretting one string while strumming with the other hand – the drums are a little more realistic in the sense you have a kick pedal and four contact pads.  Walking slowly past the display, I noticed a guy excitedly talking to his wife (assumed) about the game and how fun it looked.  His eyes were as wide as Christmas day as he tried to explain all the things you could do with it.  His enthusiasm reminded me of the Red Rider BB gun plea from Ralphie.  Just before I went beyond earshot, I heard her say “Well, ask him” in a much less enthusiastic voice.   I pondered that a few more paces while finally reaching the storage isle. 

My assumption was he wanted to ask the clerk something but it turns out I was wrong about that.  I actually took about 20 minutes trying to decide how many gigs of storage to buy – do I go with the Terabyte for convenience and accept the risk of losing a greater amount of data, or do I go with twin 500Gs and cut the loss risk in half…. My IT career has trained me to assume the worst on anything computer related so I went with the 500s… but I have strayed from topic.. Retracing my steps back to the front, I once again passed the display and sure enough they were still there, but this time their child (probably 10-11 or so) was with them.  The Dad tried to keep his excitement in check as he asked if he “would like to get Rock Band”.   While he reached down to pick up the box in anticipation of the answer, the kid replied with a firm “No”.  In that split second, I saw the man go from real excitement to complete devastation – his face lost color, the eyes drooped and the shoulders shrugged under the now heavy weight of the box.   To be honest, I haven’t seen a high to low moment like that in awhile.  Clearly the excitement was based on the fun he was going to have, but he needed the child’s assistance to make that happen.   It actually made me wonder back on the times my Dad may have needed an assist and I failed to deliver.

The worst part of it all…. I know exactly how much enjoyment he is missing out on since (sad to say) I am completely addicted to the Rock Band drums.

Thundersnow

Sorry for the delays between posts, work has made for some rather long days as of late.  In fact, I have some reports due tonight so I only have time for quick entry.  Last Sunday, I witnessed something I have never seen before.  No, it wasn’t the overconfident Patriots being overwhelmed by the 12 point underdogs.  At around 3:15pm central, thunder and lightening rolled in.  This seemed a bit odd, but panic soon set in because we were having people over to watch the “Big Game” – rain has the potential to disrupt our satellite signal and that is the very last thing I wanted to happen.  The good news is it did not rain… nope.  it starting snowing.. that’s right, I’ll let it sink in.  So the cloudy sky was lighting up, the thunderclaps were shaking the house and the snow was coming down so hard you literally could not see more than 50 ft.  – not to mention it was accumulating fast.  We ended up losing half our guests (some even had to turn back after half way here – we live in the country and the roads were blowing shut), but we luckily did not lose our HD signal the entire game (ended up using an antenna to pull in the local over air signal (Dish doesn’t carry local HD stations yet).

I am not sure how much we ended up getting that night (at least 3-4 inches), but we did learn by example from my nephew,  when added to the 5.5 inches already on the ground there is no way a rear-wheel mustang is making it through – ended up having to push him 300 feet out our neighbor’s driveway (long story, don’t ask 8^)

Anyway, it is the first time I’ve ever experienced Thundersnow – and do not bother commenting on Global Warming since it is currently freezing outside.

 Oh, and my vote for best “Big Game” commercial…. the stock trading baby who bought a clown…. the “understimating the weirdness” line killed me since I absolutey dislike clowns!

A Kindergarten Refresher

Today’s topic is all about spatial relationships.  Since the source of the observation probably never took an ACT or similar competency assessment, I will try to generalize the key point with an image of a familiar toy everyone hopefully had as a small child.  Yes, I am talking about the Shape O Toy which apparently Tupperware decided didn’t need the most gimmicky name to market – at least they didn’t use Stickie One Thingy into Another Thingy.  I fired up Paint Shop Pro and created some quick images to help everyone out.  Ironically, this is about spatial relationship and some of my bevels are a little off, but I was rushing it.  Anyway, let’s say this is our toy:
Shape O Toy

The object of course is to get all of the shapes into the center of the toy.  To do that, you locate the object, match up to an opening on the ball, align the shape to the direction of the cutout, slip it through and clap your hands while proclaiming your mastery of all things geometrical.  I think you get the picture, but unfortunately, there are people out there that apparently don’t understand it.  I am not sure if this is just arrogance on the part of individuals or we have a kindergarten epidemic that must be addressed immediately. 

Why have I come to this conclusion, well, let me tell you about the same observation I have had over and over and over. 

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Yeah for Wal-Mart

Something incredible was happening to Peoria on December 4th 2007.  Were we welcoming home our military cargo/transport heroes home from Iraq.. nope.  Were we completing our multi-year revamp of one of the oldest sections of I-74 to enhance the driving experience for our visitors.. nope.  Hold on to your seats now…. Michigan State’s glorious basketball team was coming to play our Bradley Braves.  I know, I know you’re giddy just thinking about it.  So, Michigan State, representing their 46,045 students ,was coming to take on the Bradley Braves with a 2006 enrollment of 6,127.  Truly a David and Goliath moment.  It was so big that ESPN was going to carry it.  We’ve hit the big time now.  The big night came, the lucky ones got tickets to Carver Arena to witness the historic event in person, while others popped their popcorn, poured their drinks and settled into their favorite chairs.  It was a close game, but the Braves fell short of toppling the mighty Spartans 66-61. …. and then things started taking an ugly turn.

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