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A Color That Didn’t Come From God

First of all, there is no real writing assignment on this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge from Chuck Wendig. That’s normally the Thursday post here, but this week’s challenge calls for a very brief audio contribution.

Meanwhile, there’s a certain aspect to everything this week that makes me think I might be better off beating my head against a wall. I don’t want to inflict that mood on anyone else, so I looked for wisdom at the font of all great thought — “Animal House.”

In the infamous words of Eric Stratton, Class of ’63, “I think this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part!”

IMG_0527 coppedUm, yeah. Not exactly a “signature look” (I hope!), and it’s an old picture. I didn’t do this today.

Between the idiotic grin (no, I hadn’t been drinking) and the hair (no, I hadn’t been drinking), I think this is why they tell you to be careful with what you post online, especially if you’re looking for a new job.

On the other hand, any potential employer who has scrubbed the internet (or simply read this blog) as a character reference regarding me and still thinks I’m the perfect candidate for the job won’t have their mind changed by this. I hope.

IMG_0558 croppedYou only turn the Big Five-Oh once, right? We already had plans for the family to go to Arizona for Angels’ spring training (camp opens TOMORROW for the 2014 season!!) and my birthday. I surprised everyone by coming home the night before with what I had hoped would be “Angels red” hair. It was probably closer to “Orioles orange”, but it was the thought that counts, right?

IMG_0583 smallThe wonderful Long-Suffering Wife had made arrangements through a friend of a friend of a friend to get me a meet-and-greet with (then) Angels pitching coach (now San Diego Padres manager) Buddy Black. It was great meeting him, and despite my obviously crazed and possibly dangerous visage, I got my hat signed.

There! Is that futile and stupid enough for you, Brother Otter?

 

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Thirty-Seconds Of Comedic Horror

About 3:20 AM, I wake up because I’ve gotta pee. Leave the lights off so I don’t wake up The Long-Suffering Wife, there’s just enough light coming from the window and the various digital clocks to see where I’m going. Carefully step into the bathroom where the dog is lying on the floor next to the toilet. She is not going to move or get up (this is not news) so I contort myself to find a way to stand over her and hover over the bowl, leaning against the far wall for support with one hand while “taking care of business” with the other. There’s a little more light in here.

Just after liquids start to flow, something is seen out of the corner of my eye, moving between me and the window. It’s dropping slowly, straight down. Before I have time to react or move, the spider lands on my shoulder.

Chaos ensues.

The sleep-addled brain fragments and freaks out with multiple conflicting and simultaneous goals. Get the spider off of me! Don’t pee on the dog! Stand up so that support arm can be used to battle the spider! Don’t step on the dog! Turn on the light so I can see the spider! Can’t do that, not enough arms! Don’t pee on the wall!

As my head jerks, it hits the web the spider was descending with, draping the single strand across my face, futher invoking reflexive flipping out by my out-of-control meat-sack body. Of course, all of this also alerts the spider to the fact that “Bad Things Are Happening!” so it starts scurrying down my naked body looking for an escape route.

This doesn’t help.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Don’t kick the dog! Spider! Spider! Spider! Don’t pee on the floor! Doing the spider dance while it runs down my back, but don’t move! Don’t fall down and break an arm, leg, skull, or anything else! Jeez louise, how much pee is there?! Where’s the spider, how huge is it, is it going to bite me? Pee, pee, pee! Dance, dance, dance! Twitch, twitch, twitch! Spider, spider, spider!

The spider now drops down onto the back of my leg, just below the knee. The leg muscles, already stressed from the awkward stance needed to lean over the dog to get over the toilet, now twitch involuntarily and go into a full-blown “charlie horse” cramp.

PAIN! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!! Straighten the leg, stretch it out! But don’t move! Don’t scream! Don’t step on the dog! Don’t spray pee all over the room! Damn, that really hurts! Don’t you dare let the other the other leg cramp up too! Pain, pain, pain!

After a near eternity (ten to fifteen seconds, but all in super spider slo-mo) of panic, confusion, adrenaline, pain, and toilet training nightmares come to life, the flow of pee stops and the spider has fled. I can stand up, flip on the light, work out the leg cramp, and look for my long-gone arachnid archenemy.

No spider in sight, but definitely a web strand across my face. I wasn’t imagining it. Miraculously, no pee on the dog, on the floor, on the wall, on my foot, or on the ceiling.

The dog, of course, has slept through the whole ordeal, blissfully oblivious to the imminent catastrophe just inches away.

Once my leg stops cramping, I limp back to bed in the dark and crawl in. The Long-Suffering Wife stirs enough to mumble, “Everything okay?”

In the interest of brevity and the need to get back to sleep, let’s go with “Yes.” She can read this in the morning.

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Twitter Humblebrag

First, a little background…

I got a Twitter account two or three years ago “just because”, but didn’t start using it on a regular basis until early 2013.

My initial opinion of Twitter when I first heard about it was low – just for use by teens to see what the latest gossip and BS was from the Kardashians and Justin Bieber. That opinion changed pretty quickly once I started using it regularly. It’s a tool, just like any other. Yes, you can use it to follow movie stars and bubble-brained airheads who are “famous for being famous”. You can also (as I do) follow:

  • the New York Times
  • CNN
  • the Los Angeles Times
  • NPR
  • dozens and dozens of NASA accounts, including astronauts currently on ISS
  • reporters covering astronomy and the space programs
  • planetary scientists
  • astronomers
  • writers such as John Scalzi, Chuck Wendig, Seanan McGuire, Richard Kadrey, and Neil Gaiman
  • musicians such as Amanda Palmer
  • favorite sports teams and the beat reporters who cover them

You get the picture? There’s some absolutely amazing, creative, intelligent, and hilarious stuff going on there.

I am a long, long way from being a “big name” on Twitter by any stretch of the imagination. As of this last Wednesday morning, I had all of thirty-one people “following” my account.

I’m still enough of a novice and wannabe on Twitter so that I have all of my notification alarms turned on. This means that my phone goes “boop!” any time someone responds to, “favorites”, or “re-tweets” anything I tweet. It doesn’t happen often — two or three times a month might be a “big” month.

I occasionally will comment or react to some tweet or another, and on a handful of occasions I’ve gotten a response, a “favorite”, or a “re-tweet”. The “high point” of my “Twitter career” I think was when I once responded to a tweet by the NASA Morpheus Lander account and it got two or three “favorites” and maybe two “re-tweets”. I’ve gotten a couple of local LA television reporters to respond to tweets I’ve sent their way.

As they say, “Big whoop!”

Then came last Thursday night when I was busy writing my entry for Chuck Wendig’s “Flash Fiction Challenge”. As usual, my Twitter feed was up in a window on the other monitor. (I use the Janetter client most of the time on my desktop.) A bizarre little tweet caught my eye as it popped up:

16-Jan-2014 Twitter 01Assault and attempted murder using a squirrel as a weapon, eh? There’s something you don’t necessarily see every day!

16-Jan-2014 Twitter 04The Bloggess is a writer & entertainer who is followed by many of the people that I  respect and follow (three of whom you can see listed there), so I started following her some time back. She can be very entertaining, often in a really thoughtful and weird sort of way which I enjoy and respect. As you can see, she has many, many followers.

16-Jan-2014 Twitter 02Now there’s a response that I like!

16-Jan-2014 Twitter 07Apparently other followers of her were equally enamored.

I often find my muse slipping out and making snarky, snappy, (hopefully) witty comments in tweets that I shoot off into the Twitterverse. 99.999999% of the time they go ignored and unseen.

This was that 0.000001% event for me:

16-Jan-2014 Twitter 03About thirty seconds after hitting “send” my phone went “boop!”. Then “boop! boop! boop!”. Then “boog!boop!boop!boop!boog!boop!boop!boop!” And it didn’t shut up for a while.

The Bloggess had “favorited” and “re-tweeted” my post to all of her 365,613 followers. They’re not all online every second watching every word she types, obviously, but a decent percentage of them are, and they seemed to think my tweet had an appropriate amount of snark, so they started responding, “favoriting”, and “re-tweeting”. Then The Bloggess started following my account (hi there!) and others did as well. (Am I supposed to be clever and funny all the time now? No pressure!)

The “boop!boop!” chorus subsided after a while, although there were a few more yesterday, and even a couple today. The current totals are:

16-Jan-2014 Twitter 06I haven’t done an exact count (maybe Twitter has a stats function somewhere that I could check, but I don’t know where it is) but I would bet that the 10 “retweets” and 29 “favorites” on this tweet exceed all of the “retweets” and “favorites” combined on every tweet I’ve ever done. And the number of my followers jumped from 31 to 38, a 22% increase overnight.

Let me assure you, I’m not having any delusions of grandeur here. This is neither rocket science, brain surgery, or high finance.

On the other hand, one of the things I’ve done in the last year is to actively try to establish my “personal brand” using this blog and social media. That’s why I’ve set up accounts and been using Twitter, LinkedIn, Google+, and Instagram. I’ve been active on Facebook for years since it’s been extremely useful in keeping in touch with friends in SF fandom and high school classmates that have scattered all over the country. I keep seeing articles and advice that says that such a “personal brand” will serve you well in job hunting, particularly on LinkedIn. (Well, we see how well that advice has worked.)

If I am able to establish some sort of career as an author, either part-time or full-time, such a “personal brand” and a solid presence on social media will be invaluable. So when that happens, you can say you knew me when. “Yep, I read his ‘Twitter Humblebrag’ blog post when it first came out. I was one of Paul’s fans and readers before it was cool to be one of Paul’s fans and readers!”

No egoboo here — just me and my self-satisfied grin. (Don’t worry, The Long-Suffering Wife will knock me off of this pedestal I’ve erected for myself, probably immediately after she read this. In four, three, two, one…)

 

 

 

 

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Alabama, Alaska, & Arizona

Alabama

Never been there. Got really, really close a few years ago when I was visiting my son at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, Mississippi. I was delivering his truck to him to use while he was there. I had made good time driving out from LA and was actually going to drive past Biloxi to spend the night before he got in somewhere across the state line, just to be able to check Alabama off of my personal list. But once past the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge on I-10 an idiot light lit up on the dashboard and I decided to not push it. (It turned out to be no big thing, but I didn’t know that.) So, so Alabama. Yet.

Alaska

Haven’t ever been there, can’t wait to get there repeatedly in the future. I love hiking and camping and fishing and kayaking and wildlife watching and bird watching and whale watching and vivid landscapes and mountains and taking pictures of it all. I’m guessing that our first trip there will be a cruise. It might be one of the big ships for the first trip, but I’ve also heard great things about cruises on much smaller cruise ships, holding only a couple dozen passengers. Then we have to go back to take a railroad trip through the Rockies. Then we have to go back to see Juneau and Anchorage and Sitka and Ketchican and Kodiak. Then we have to go camping in Denali, of course! And we have to be there in the winter to see the Northern Lights! It’s a big state, I’ve got a lot of big things to see. Soon, I hope. Stand by, there might be pictures to share.

Arizona

I’ve obviously been to Arizona many, many times. Pictures from the Grand Canyon were posted here (ten sets!), along with pictures from Sedona and Route 89A.

I think that I first went to Arizona in about 1976 or 1977. I had moved to California a couple of years before, was in college at UC Irvine, and I had bought my first telescope. In order to get clear, dark skies, I took off toward the desert one summer week.

Young + Stupid = Trouble. I was driving an old, old Toyota Corona, which was fine around LA to get to school and work and back. But heading out into the Arizona desert in a fifteen year old commutermobile in July without getting the air conditioning and/or hoses and/or radiator checked… Anyone want to take a guess about how far I got before I was spraying rusty water all over the highway? Anyone?

Actually, the funniest memory of that disaster was the moment when the hose blew. I was just passing a big Greyhound bus when the windshield was covered in brown spray. My first thought was that the bus had vented its restroom onto my car. Um, no, that was the car’s lifeblood leaking away.

Overheating like crazy I managed to limp a few more miles before I found an abandoned garage in “Nowhere, AZ”. It really was. But there was a phone there, so a long, long (expensive) tow later I was having my sorry butt dragged into Prescott. Of course, in the mid-70s there weren’t a lot of places that could service or have parts for a Toyota, so I then got to spend three days there waiting.

That didn’t dissuade me. Since then there have been many other trips. The next summer I was back with my telescope (and a car that had been recently serviced) for my first trip to the Grand Canyon. In 1979 I went to my first Worldcon in Phoenix. When I was trying to get into a graduate program for astronomy, I went to Tucson to interview for their program. For several years my first wife lived in Lake Havasu, so the kids and I visited there at least a couple of times a year. We’ve gone there twice now for spring training with my beloved Angels. I’ve been to the Petrified Forest  National Park, Meteor Crater, and Lowell Observatory in Flagstaff.

I don’t think I’ll ever settle down in Arizona (it’s a bit hot and a bit right-wing for my tastes), but it’s a great place to visit and given the right circumstances (i.e., getting a job offer there), I wouldn’t object to living there for a while.

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IMSAFE

Damn, I miss flying. There have been a lot of adjustments and compromises that have come along with the last year’s worth of job hunting, but that one’s high on the list. I was thinking about that this evening when I’m feeling even more fricasseed than I was last night.

Maybe it’s that the holidays came in the middle of the week this year. One of the things I’ve noticed without the requirement to be in an office on a regular schedule is that the days of the week tend to blur together. That’s one of the reasons that I’ve tried my best to impose some regimentation and discipline on my schedule.

Maybe it’s that The Long-Suffering Wife has been on vacation and at home with me for the last week. Her regular work schedule has been a help to me by proxy even if I don’t have one, but that’s been gone for the last nine or ten days.

Maybe it’s some potential medical issues peeking over the horizon. I thought I was okay, but maybe it’s bothering me more than I thought.

Maybe it’s yesterday’s football game. Yeah, I’m passionate and had my hopes up, but I really do realize that it’s just a game. There are a lot of other higher priorities in life. Again, I thought I was okay, but maybe it’s bothering me more than I thought.

Maybe it’s some other issues that sort of lobbed themselves over the horizon in the last day or two. I am dealing with them and things seem to be back under control, but it’s one more thing on top of all of the above, so maybe it’s having more effect than I had thought it would.

Remember the scene near the end of “Revenge of the Jedi” when Luke faces off with Darth Vader, just before he loses his hand and Darth has his big reveal? Luke thinks that he’s ready for the battle, but Darth starts tossing equipment and debris at him. Luke fends of the first, and the second, and the third and fourth, but then they start coming faster and faster and two at a time and three at a time and bigger and faster and more and he’s overwhelmed.

I think I’m feeling just a bit like that. One thing I can handle. Two things, no problem. Three things, I’m feeling stretched thin. Four, I’m hanging on. Five, I’m in trouble. Six…

Anyway, with my brain and body feeling a bit like I’ve used way too much adrenaline in the last forty-eight hours or so, I was thinking about flying and wishing that I could go up again.

Then I realized that right now, even if I was current on my medical and proficiency, I would not be a good pilot.

Pilots use a lot of mnemonics and shortcuts to remember everything. One that’s fairly new (I think it was just starting to be used when I was doing my training about five years ago) is “IMSAFE“. It’s a checklist to take a look at the human factors in flying a plane, not just the plane’s mechanical factors or the weather.

  • Illness — Are you sick? Don’t fly!
  • Medication — Anything new? Anything unapproved? Anything that might make you drowsy? A plane definitely qualifies as “heavy equipment”…
  • Stress — Going through a divorce? Your boss is all over your case? Your wife is expecting any day? Is your focus going to be on the plane, or somewhere else?
  • Alcohol — Seems obvious, but if you’ve been drinking, you shouldn’t ever be flying!
  • Fatigue — Haven’t had a good night’s sleep? New kid screaming all night? New puppy? Burning the candle at both ends? Going to fall asleep in mid-flight?
  • Eating — Your schedule sucks so you grabbed a doughnut and coffee for breakfast, a granola bar and soda for lunch, and now you’re really starving and maybe a bit hypoglycemic but you’re pretty sure that you’ll be okay. Would you like to reconsider?

On that basis, I’m okay on at least three of the six and I thought that I was in pretty good shape on the other three, but given the battle I’m having at times to keep my attention span from being described as “puppy-like”, today (if I were flying) would be a classic example of when to recognize that something’s “off” and you need to step back and reconsider.

I bring this all up not just to have something to pontificate on tonight, but because this can also be a good check if everyone’s everyday life. It might not be quite as critical and you might have more slack to allow yourself if, say, you’re driving a car rather than flying a plane. But what if you’re driving for six or eight hours instead of just down to the grocery store? What if you’re driving a large truck?

Tonight I’ll do my best to get a good night’s sleep (Jessie, no 3:00 AM bathroom breaks, please!), get back on a weekly schedule, get proactive about dealing with the job thing and some of the other new stuff that I’m dealing with, and maybe make sure that I’m a little more aware of what I’m eating.

Tomorrow will be a better day. Keep it that way for yourself as well. If you have any doubts, step back and make sure you can tell yourself IMSAFE.

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Pronunciation Policing

Now that we’re in 2014, I notice that there’s a marked uptick in the number of people pronouncing it as “Twenty Fourteen” instead of “Two Thousand Fourteen”.

At last, our long, national nightmare may be approaching an end!

Let’s review:

When did Columbus sail the ocean blue? “Fourteen Ninety-Two” (not “One Thousand Four Hundred Ninety-Two”, right?)

When was the Declaration of Independence signed? “Seventeen Seventy-Six” (not “One Thousand Seven Hundred Seventy-Six”, right?)

When did Lincoln deliver the Gettysburg Address? “Eighteen Sixty-Three” (not “One Thousand Eight Hundred Sixty-Three”, right?)

When did we land on the moon? “Nineteen Sixty-Nine” (not “One Thousand Nine Hundred Sixty-Nine”, right?

So, why do so many people continue to refer to last year as “Two Thousand Thirteen” and this new year as “Two Thousand Fourteen”?

I understand that when “Nineteen Ninety-Nine” rolled over to “the new millennium” (which didn’t really happen until 01-Jan-2001, but that’s a whole different anal and pedantic rant!) that it was more reasonable to use “Two Thousand” than something like “Twenty Aught Aught”. (Although I sort of had a fondness for “Twenty Double-Naught” — it had sort of a steampunk penache to it.)

For the next nine years, I was okay with “Two Thousand One” through “Two Thousand Nine”. There were those who argued for “Twenty Oh One” through “Twenty Oh Nine”, or “Twenty Aught One” and so on. While they were technically correct, they were definitely in the minority. I found that I could go either way on this one. I think I started these nine years doing more of the “Twenty Oh One” and finished it doing mostly “Two Thousand Nine”. It was a subtle transition, and I heard more and more people doing the same.

Besides, everyone had already spent the previous twenty-two years referring to that bizarre (and wonderful) Kubrick film as “Two Thousand One”.

But when we got to 01-Jan-2010, why did so many people continue to go with “Two Thousand Ten”? At that point, “Twenty Ten” just sounded so, so much better and more natural. Besides, everyone had already spent the previous twenty-six years referring to that non-Kubrick film as “Twenty-Ten“. (I’ll confess, I really liked “2010: The Year We Made Contact”, but I might be in the minority on that one.)

For four years now I’ve wondered why more people aren’t switching to the more conventional pronunciation. (I won’t argue “correct” vs “incorrect”. People talk the way they talk and the dictionary makers have to follow them, not lead them. Writing on the other hand…) Slowly I’ve seen more people on television and more folks in real life using it, but I’ve really been amazed at how slow the transition has been.

Finally in the last week or so of “2013 Year In Review”  shows and “What To Look Forward To In 2014” shows, plus all of the parades and holiday football games and so on, I think that I’ve started to hear almost a 50/50 split. I haven’t been keeping a scorecard, but I have a sense that the tide may have turned.

And then of course, there was a Chevy Truck ad that I saw on television yesterday that uses both in the same ad. Bravo, Chevy, bravo!

 

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New Year’s Resolutions 2014

New Year’s Resolutions are bullshit. I won’t make them.

This is not news. There are dozens, if not hundreds of other people who have said the same thing and said it better. I’ll say it again anyway. I’ll try not to be preachy or pedantic. (Maybe that should be a resolution…)

The idea behind New Year’s resolutions is a good one. None of us is perfect. All of us have things we would like to change or improve in our life. Many of these things are health related — lose weight, stop smoking, cut down on alcohol, eat more sensibly, exercise more, and so on. Many are related to finances — save more, spend less, gamble less. Many are related to relationships — be kinder, be more patient, be more tolerant. Many are goal-based — get a better job, get a girlfriend or boyfriend, learn to play guitar, learn a new language.

These are all excellent goals and there are thousands more just like them. Each and every one of us should get up every day and try to be better that day than we were the day before. Having specific goals is a great way to do that.

But New Year’s resolutions are a lousy way of moving toward those goals. They’re externally imposed by society. They put a huge amount of pressure on you to perform and they usually don’t allow any slack for any kind of failure. While many people make their New Year’s resolutions with lots of enthusiasm and excitement, that fades within days. You slip back, you fall off the wagon, and by mid-January (early February at the latest) you’ve given up. “There’s always next year!”

Successful change of this sort is difficult and almost always takes time. For example, losing weight. If you’re thirty or fifty pounds overweight, you didn’t just wake up that way this morning after looking like a professional athlete. Assuming there isn’t a medical condition causing the problem, you almost certainly got there by eating poorly, eating too much, and exercising far too little for years and years and years. You have spent years or even decades establishing habits and a lifestyle that are deeply ingrained.

Isn’t it obvious that it’s going to take years and years to reverse all of those issues? There really isn’t any rocket science here.

This is not intended in any way to be a downer, or to discourage anyone who’s trying to improve their life, today or any other day. Quite the opposite. I’m arguing for a reality-based, common sense approach because I think this approach works where New Year’s resolutions so rarely do.

“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” has been a cliche for a couple thousand years. It’s also been true.

There’s nothing magical or special about January 1st. It’s an arbitrary day on an arbitrary calendar based on arbitrary events thousands of years ago which are dated inaccurately to begin with.

If you have an improvement that you want in your life, if you have a change that you need in your life, you have to start a little bit at a time. You can make that start on January 1st, March 15th, July 23rd, or December 31st. There are 365 days in the year and you can start to make these changes on any of them.

Change is painful. Rooting out deeply ingrained “bad” habits and replacing them with “better” habits is hard and painful. You have to finally get to a point where you realize that the bad habits are also painful. It might be like being nibbled to death by ducks, but you have to face the fact that you’re actually being nibbled to death. You have to finally know and accept at a cellular level that the pain of staying on the “comfortable” road you’re on is more painful than the “hard” road of making changes. You have to get it into your head that you are going to make the change because you want to or need to and nothing’s going to stop you, not because it happens to be January 1st and society and your friends say you should.

Sure, sometimes events can force people into making drastic, radical changes overnight. If you have a heart attack, you might need to start losing weight and changing your diet today or you’re going to have another one and be really, really dead for a long, long time. If you have a drinking or drug problem and you come this close to killing yourself or someone else while driving impaired, then you need to get sober now.

But those circumstances are pretty rare and have nothing to do with January 1st. For most of us, it’s a long, slow slide down that slippery slope and it’s going to be a long, slow climb back up. What most people never realize is that you get to decide where the stopping point is on that slope.

When you’re ready, really ready, then you can make those changes in your life. There aren’t any shortcuts, there aren’t any miracles, there aren’t any silver bullets. It’s just you and your support systems. Your friends and family can (and should) help. You can get organized help such as a gym membership, a personal trainer, a music teacher, AA, or you can sign up for a community college course. But you have to do those things because you are ready. No one can do it for you.

First of all, it’s critical that you realize that you’re not (for example) “dieting” or “getting into shape”. YOU ARE CHANGING YOUR LIFE FOR EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. That’s how you succeed. You can’t diet until you hit your goal weight, then go right back to the habits and lifestyle that made you overweight to begin with. (Guess what happens if you do.) You can’t get into shape until you can run that 10K, then go back to sitting on the couch. (Guess what happens if you do.)

Realize that there will be setbacks. Accept them. Don’t beat yourself up over them. Move on.

If you’re trying to lose weight, there will be days when you’ve eaten salads and fish for ten days in a row and you’re really proud of yourself but you would kill for something from In-N-Out. Okay, have that burger and fries. Maybe have that milk shake. (Maybe make it a small rather than a large.) Then, the next day, get back on the wagon.

If you’re training for that marathon, there will be days when you’re just not interested in going out to run that five miles in the rain. So, don’t! But get back out there the next day.

Should the worse case happen and you abandon your program and slip back into your old habits, you’ve got a whole year to wait and wallow in your misery if you’ve bought into the whole “New Year’s resolution” philosophy. If you don’t give a damn about January 1st, you can get back up and climb back on that horse whenever you’re ready.

Another cliche — “It’s not how many times you get knocked down that counts, it’s how many times you get back up.”

Realize that you don’t have to do it on a certain schedule, especially if that schedule was made for someone else or is completely arbitrary. Be flexible, adjust course as necessary while keeping the goal in sight. BE SMART!

You want to run that marathon, but a month into training for a 4:00 pace you’re dying and want to give up? So train for a 5:00 or 6:00 pace. When you accomplish that goal, then you can train next time for a higher goal.

You’re beating yourself up because you just can’t stop yourself from eating unhealthy five or six times a week? Okay, accept that, go with it and see where it takes you. If you were eating unhealthy twenty-one times a week before, five or six times a week is a huge improvement! Get some feedback from your body, develop your new lifestyle of only eating unhealthy five or six times a week, then later on work on getting that down to three or four times a week. Then later down to once or twice.

You can do these things. I say this as someone who ten years ago was over fifty pounds heavier. I took my kids on a 2.9 mile mountain hike that we did as a family (including my nine-year-old sister and mother who had had surgery less than a month before) when I was a teenager. I was so badly out of shape that I thought that I was going to need helicopter paramedics to rescue me from the side of the mountain. Now I’m proud that I’ve run two marathons and I want to run more to improve my times.

So, yeah, I look at my life and I need to lose a few more pounds. I need to get back into running and training for the next marathon. I want to learn that second language and playing guitar. I want to call my mother and vacuum the carpets more regularly. Blah, blah, blah.

But I won’t do any of those things by starting crash programs on this special day, based on unreasonable goals and untenable plans. I will get those things done by working on changing myself incrementally every day. I may start doing that tomorrow, or next month, or whenever I get sick and tired enough of not being the way I want to be. I hope to start sooner rather than later, but I will start when I start.

But New Year’s resolutions are bullshit.

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My Love-Hate Relationship With 2013

Via con Dios, 2013! And don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!!

2013 was a very odd year for me, probably the oddest in many, many years. There were some truly huge changes and change is never that comfortable in the short term.

One of the really huge changes was really bad — the company I had worked at for 27 years closed its office last January and I’ve been looking for a new job all year. That has obviously had some serious economic impact on us. It was something that I saw coming and was terrified of. Yet… In some ways it has not completely been the utter, complete, and total disaster I thought it would be. In the long run, I actually think there will be some real good coming from it. I have real faith that I will find not just a job, but a job which I enjoy going to with people I enjoy working with.

One of the really huge changes was really good — I started this blog and started writing again. In part, this is an offshoot of being unemployed. I’ve had time on my hands. I really wanted to avoid ending up sitting around watching soap operas and downing pitchers of margaritas all day, so I forced myself to stay busy, stay focused, and stay on a regimented schedule. Writing and being creative has been an important part of that schedule.

It’s been gratifying to see how the blog has been received. I just got a notice today that I’ve now reached the “500 Likes” mark. I’ve got just under a hundred people following the blog every day, plus all of the people who see it through Facebook and Twitter. This will be the 283rd article posted here in 247 days, including 30 days of NaNoWriMo postings.

I wrote 90% of a novel, 67,431 words! Which I will still finish, starting next month, stay tuned. Then I will edit, and I will continue to write on a couple of other projects. I’ve been allowed to join a great writer’s critique group that meets weekly and I’m getting some fantastic feedback on my work. I’m writing weekly entries in Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenges and getting valuable experience in writing things that are outside of my comfort zone.

My daughter graduated from UC Davis! My son got to come home on leave for a few days in March and we went to Angels’ spring training in Phoenix! We went to a hockey game! We went to Angels games! My wonderful kids sent us to San Diego to see my beloved Chiefs!

In addition to writing, I also got more involved with the Southern California Wing of the Commemorative Air Force. Starting tomorrow, I’m the Finance Officer for (at least) a year. Something else to keep me from getting rusty or bored or slug-like.

Ronnie and I remodeled and repainted our bedroom — without killing each other! Ronnie, my three kids, and I all have our health. My wonderful wife hasn’t kicked me to the curb even in my deadbeat, on the dole status. (Just kidding, dear! Love you!)

That isn’t necessarily a year that sucked.

There were other problems besides unemployment (the 800-pound gorilla in the room). In the fall, Ronnie’s mother passed away after a long illness. I had car issues and got trapped in Coalinga for four days, then found out that Chrysler wants $2K to fix a $25 part (another long story for later). Our very old cat, Oreo, needed to be put to sleep. I didn’t get to fly at all again this year.

So, in summary, one huge problem plus a few other issues both major and minor, all offset by some new growth opportunities, trying to make lemonade out of lemons.

In many ways, it’s truly hard to see past that 800-pound gorilla. Yet, if my gaze can be torn away from it and I can peek behind and beyond it, 2013 wasn’t half bad. The quick thought about 2013 is that it was a disaster because of the job thing. A detailed review of the facts shows that, despite that, it wasn’t my worst year by far. And it’s really important to recognize that a lot of what pulled a “victory” from that potential “defeat” are things that I did myself, proactive refusing to give in and accept that fate.

It’s sort of like that old joke, “Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?” But unlike Mrs. Lincoln, my major disaster can (and will) be reversed and eliminated.

That will be 2014’s job!

Happy New Year to one and all!

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Too Much ‘To Do List’, Not Enough Hours Today

  • Up early (ugh!)
  • Housework/chores (double ugh!)
  • Doctor appointment (meh!)
  • Shopping (it was Banana Thursday!)
  • More Christmas lights (yeah!)
  • The Long-Suffering Sister-In-Law arrives for a few days (more yeah!)
  • The Commemorative Air Force Southern California Wing Christmas party (yeah!) way the hell and gone out in Ventura (yeah?)
  • Despite the deepest desires of The Long-Suffering Wife, I did win the CAF election (I was running unopposed) for the 2014 Wing Finance Officer position (Woo hoo!)

Here, in the spirit of bizzarro-ness that this day has exemplified, have what I believe to be one of my oldest “selfies”, circa spring 1973:

1973_Page12_7dI knew that there was something odd about this picture (aside from the hair, zits, and sneer) and it just occurred to me what it is. I didn’t start wearing glasses until about ten years after this. I have vague recollections of a pair of yellow-tinted sunglasses that match these, but I have no idea why I thought they looked good.

What can I say? It was the 1970’s.

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Draining The Swamp

It’s after 22:00 already? SHAZBATT!

It’s not that I haven’t gotten things done this weekend, quite the opposite. And it’s not that it hasn’t been enjoyable and satisfying. Again, quite the opposite.

It’s just that the stuff I’ve gotten done isn’t the stuff that I had thought that I would get done this weekend, which is largely still trying to catch up on things that got shoved onto the back burner during NaNoWriMo. And looking ahead, between family and the holidays and OH CRAP WE HAVE TO SEND OUT THE CHRISTMAS CARDS STILL, the next week (hell, the rest of the month!) doesn’t look any better.

During one particularly frazzled moment earlier today I was reminded of the old phrase, “When you’re up to your ass in alligators, it’s important to remember that the original goal was to drain the swamp.”

In memory of that thought, here’s a picture of a swamp.

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