Posts Tagged ‘Thinking’

A Short Columbus Day Reading List

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

A day late but a friend passed along a video this morning which got me thinking about what Columbus Day means to me and the reading that I have done over the years that helped developed my world view that might does not equal right. Below is a short list of books that popped up in my mind as I watched that video and talked about the holiday and its subtext with Management.

Lest I am branded some politically correct leftist bastard, my interests lie mainly with how groups of individuals construct and negotiate relationships based on power (economic, social, political, and military), though in hindsight maybe that is why I am branded. However, the above books are worth reading with a mind focused on asking why.

Lemonade at Thirty-Five

Monday, January 19th, 2009

35 and Furry Faced

The start of the new year has been a tad subpar, Management was laid off and her car needs major repairs, though I suppose with such an inauspicious start things can really only look up.  Maybe we had a feeling that this was on the horizon when we started hacking at our budget but it definitely is helping that we’ve made some radical cuts to our lifestyle before all this happened but when I honestly reflect on it the layoff is likely a blessing in disguise.

Management hated her job.  The company she worked for was demeaning and her boss was less than pleasant and far from stable swinging wildly from highs where praise was cheap currency to dark lows where her fury was a 1000 year storm.   She was depressed from the grind and angry that she put the time and effort only to feel like she was running in quicksand; at some point the place was going to consume her body and soul.  The layoff is probably the best thing that has happened to our marriage since Gabriella and the time she is getting to spend with our daughter is just what the both of them need.  As far as I am concerned, the benefits are outweighing the loss of income.

Work, however, for me is the opposite.  I love what I am doing; I am learning and being pushed to think smarter, quicker, and differently every single day.  I love that.

As you can see from the picture, I never really gave up on The Beard Project, after a couple of trims around Thanksgiving I just let it go to seed.  Management wonders when I’ll grow tired of being so fluffy, my daughter sinks her fingers into it and exclaims “Oh, Bear!”, and I love how warm it has kept me this past cold snap.

Gabriella Is Two

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

Gabriella is two.  Her birthday came at the close of the year and these are just a handful of shots just before her birthday that I managed to process last night.  Thinking about her growing up leaves with with such an odd feeling, one where excitement and apprehension mingle in lazy pools of time.  Most of my life feels like a static backdrop, the same paths are run down nearly ever day at the same time and pace that I often forget that cycle of day and night marks time passing and it is until I sit down and look, really look, at my daughter do I feel how much as moved by.

Gabi is become very much her own person.  She is a persistent communicator, hunting for the right words and when that fails appropriating or developing her own as she sees fit.  This past month she discovered Christmas and in particular those wonderfully quaint Rankin/Bass stop motion movies which we have now watched enough so that the songs are firmly gripping our ears and refusing to let go.  By far Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer is her favorite character and she has gone as far as renaming him to suit her own purposes.  Kadoo is the name she gave him and largely the only one she’ll respond to if asked whether she would like to watch his movie or read his book.

She plays endlessly in the toy kitchen that we toiled for three hours Christmas Eve.  She makes soup for sipping, and pizza for snacking and it is not unusual to find a stuffed animal cooling in the freezer, defrosting in the microwave, or slowly roasting in the oven.  Her world is malleable and imaginative and I would not change that for anything.

Chin Up

Monkey Business

Year Two: Week Fifty-One

Post-Television First Steps

Monday, November 17th, 2008

We made our decision. This month we are shutting off the satellite service and sending back the equipment.  It will be a strange feeling not having this massive pipe of media content flowing into the house, I grew up with cable television and Management and I have always subscribe to the massive channel packages from the moment we moved in together.  Shutting it all off marks a huge shift for us in how we view entertainment and how we choose to be entertained.

Years ago I took a media studies course as part of my undergraduate degree, it blended rhetorical analysis, social psychology, and communication theory with the goal of examining how people use media and in turn how media uses people.  Media consumption is a two way street, viewers consume and in turn are consumed.  The first lesson of class was looking at the business model of television and I, like many in the class, viewed ourselves as the customer or the target for the networks.  That perception of the relationship could not have been further from the truth.

What I can away with from that class was that I am never the customer, I am always the product, advertisers are the customer and the content created is essentially bait for media companies to fish for viewers.  For years that understanding left me unsettled in the back of my mind and with Gabriella arriving it has surged forward to sit on top of my thoughts.  I don’t like the thought of being a “target” and when I think of my daughter being a “high value target” I am very uncomfortable.

Granted economics, like most everything in this world, is the primary initiator.  The savings we will realize is substantial, nearly $1500/year USD, but there are also the intangibles.  We will control our consumption patterns and hopefully avoid the narcotic trap of “television as ambiance” and in the process raise our daughter to be critical of the messages that swirl about the media-sphere.  My hope is that this decision will make it easier for her to ask those very important questions of “What is being said?”, “Why is it being said?”, “Who is saying it?”, and “How is it being said?”.  My dream for her is that she always questions everything even if sometimes it is only to herself.

We’ll see how the project goes and I’ll be writing about it here, from the challenges of wiring up the living room for a media center to the withdrawl from having television as a one-dimensional companion.  If we are lucky we will learn more about ourselves, each other, and the culture in which we swim.

Fleeting Youth, Haiku Style

Monday, June 9th, 2008

This morning I found

four grey hairs upon my chest

old age closes in

Lesson Learned: Leftover chicken wings are leftover for a reason.

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

Just thought I’d share that nugget of wisdom after my 36 hour bout with food poisoning.  It also serves as a handy reminder why I went vegetarian years ago and why I might go back to being a small *v* vegetarian again.  Chicken Wing Redux makes for a very poor sequel; I’d much rather watch Star Wars Episodes 1-3.