For those who know me are well aware that I do not cook or even barbecue. My wife does the cooking and the barbecuing. Yes I know, it is so unTexan.
In fact when I move to Prince Wiliam County, VA, my wife cooked and froze several simple meals like spaghetti. When the family came to visit, my wife cooked several servings of chili (winter is around the corner). She would have prepared a more diverse selection for me, but my freezer is small.
Over Christmas I learned to cook a very tasty (and easy). It is Mujadara, a Lebanese dish of rice, lentils, and onions. I mixed Mujadara with Leban (plain yogurt). Leban is somewhat sour, but that is what I was raised on.
My mother is an excellent cook. She makes the most delicious Lebanese food and desserts.
While visiting my parents in Midland, I got a cooking lesson. She is a patient teacher and made learning fun. Measurements are used but are not exact. I know the difference in green and brown lentils and adapting a recipe. In this case the every recipe called for several cups of water, she suggested using half broth and mix it with water.
A side note. My sister also is a very good cook. My mother used to say she always knew when my sister was cooking, she called our mother several times. I used to laugh at that and wonder how hard can it be to cook. Now I completely understand. More on this later.
Back to the post. We read several recipes, discussed each one, measured, prepped, cooked, combined and feasted. It was very enjoyable. What did I learn - I stirred the onions too much. I did not add enough olive oil when I sauteed the onions, I moved the rice (a definite no), how to see if the liquid boiled out of the lentils and rice, and the importance of tasting, and using smell as a barometer of seasoning.
Trivia: Why do you wash the lentils? Not so much because it is dirty, but more so to look for small pebbles. I remember doing this years ago.
My entree? It was pretty good.
Now I am back home. I decide to cook Mujadara. First I go to the store. I call my mother twice, to help me find where I should look for lentils and frozen onions. Yes, I know, but I looked where I thought frozen onions would be. Oh, why did I call her? Have you ever tried to find an employee to ask a question to in a discount grocery store?
That night I start to cook Mujadara. I read the recipe or recipes (I had two to look at). Before I even turn a burner on, two calls to my mother. I start to cook, two more calls to my mother. She is very patient. One call to my sister, she is shocked I am cooking and delighted to help.
Final result - a very tasty and healthy meal. Next week another Lebanese dish and numerous calls to my mother before, during, and after I start cooking.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Texting: A New Application
Did you like my play on words? Okay, I tried.
Well, on to the post. Most of us that have smart phones also text. We text to our spouse, kids, etc. It is easy and does not require an immediate response. It is not the most important function of a smart phone to most adults. Especially when we see our kids text like it is the end of the world.
This is a different kind of post. During the Christmas break my alma mater, Texas Christian University (TCU), played in the Poinsettia Bowl on December 21, 2011. TCU played Louisiana Tech. My father (also a TCU grad) and I watched the game. We talked throughout the game. He was much calmer than I was.
This is not about the game itself, TCU won 31 to 24. It is about reconnecting with old friends and technology.
I decided to text two of my frat brothers during the game. We texted during the entire game. Yes, my fingers were slow and I missed a key play or two, but it was fun. My parents could not quite understand. Texting is foreign to them.
In fact, we exchanged over 80 texts during the game. What made it very unique is at times it felt like the three of us were watching the game and sitting in the same section. It was amazing how we agreed on the referee calls, shared in the team triumphs and disappointments. Both of my friends were far more perceptive than I was. I really enjoyed it.
My suggestion to my friends that enjoy watching their alma mater football games and enjoyed attending games with frat brothers or sorority sisters, text during a game. Simply put, it is fun. Just be sure your phone is charged.
Well, on to the post. Most of us that have smart phones also text. We text to our spouse, kids, etc. It is easy and does not require an immediate response. It is not the most important function of a smart phone to most adults. Especially when we see our kids text like it is the end of the world.
This is a different kind of post. During the Christmas break my alma mater, Texas Christian University (TCU), played in the Poinsettia Bowl on December 21, 2011. TCU played Louisiana Tech. My father (also a TCU grad) and I watched the game. We talked throughout the game. He was much calmer than I was.
This is not about the game itself, TCU won 31 to 24. It is about reconnecting with old friends and technology.
I decided to text two of my frat brothers during the game. We texted during the entire game. Yes, my fingers were slow and I missed a key play or two, but it was fun. My parents could not quite understand. Texting is foreign to them.
In fact, we exchanged over 80 texts during the game. What made it very unique is at times it felt like the three of us were watching the game and sitting in the same section. It was amazing how we agreed on the referee calls, shared in the team triumphs and disappointments. Both of my friends were far more perceptive than I was. I really enjoyed it.
My suggestion to my friends that enjoy watching their alma mater football games and enjoyed attending games with frat brothers or sorority sisters, text during a game. Simply put, it is fun. Just be sure your phone is charged.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
A Key Ingredient
Today I was reading Business Week on my Kindle and ran across an interesting book review. The link will be posted further in the blog.
The book is by Tom Mueller and is titled Extra Virginity:
The Sublime and Scandalous World of Olive Oil. The first and sentences really got my attention. It is: "We Americans are latecomers to the romance of olive oil. Only in recent decades have we embraced it as an aspirational foodstuff, something with which we might dress our microgreens or anoint our grilled branzino."
I grew up in Midland, TX. Those of you who know me know I am half Lebanese. My mother is also Lebanese. We grew up with Lebanese cooking.
It just jolted me because I cannot ever remember our home not having olive oil and fresh garlic. I grew up with all the Lebanese foods and the oil/lemon salad dressing also put on Tabouli. Given how much Arabic food we had as meals, I was surprised more people did not. Of course I was very young then.
When my kids were in school years ago my wife cooked an entire Lebanese meal for all kids to expose them to the cuisine. I would talk about Lebanese traditions as the kids tried (or not) the various foods. You get a real feel for who has an open mind at an early age.
I really do not have much more to add, except my romance for olive oil and Lebanese food started when I was very young and continues to this day.
http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/book-review-extra-virginity-by-tom-mueller-12082011.html
The book is by Tom Mueller and is titled Extra Virginity:
The Sublime and Scandalous World of Olive Oil. The first and sentences really got my attention. It is: "We Americans are latecomers to the romance of olive oil. Only in recent decades have we embraced it as an aspirational foodstuff, something with which we might dress our microgreens or anoint our grilled branzino."
I grew up in Midland, TX. Those of you who know me know I am half Lebanese. My mother is also Lebanese. We grew up with Lebanese cooking.
It just jolted me because I cannot ever remember our home not having olive oil and fresh garlic. I grew up with all the Lebanese foods and the oil/lemon salad dressing also put on Tabouli. Given how much Arabic food we had as meals, I was surprised more people did not. Of course I was very young then.
When my kids were in school years ago my wife cooked an entire Lebanese meal for all kids to expose them to the cuisine. I would talk about Lebanese traditions as the kids tried (or not) the various foods. You get a real feel for who has an open mind at an early age.
I really do not have much more to add, except my romance for olive oil and Lebanese food started when I was very young and continues to this day.
http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/book-review-extra-virginity-by-tom-mueller-12082011.html
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Personal Branding
First, my thanks to Eric Canada with Blane Canada for highlighting this helpful article in Inc magazine.
The article is by Ms. Marla Tabaka. She writes a column under the heading of “The Successful Soloist.” The title of her latest column is “What is YOUR Personal Brand?” The story is geared to small business owners and entrepreneurs. However, it offers several parallels to economic development and the professional economic developer.
She interviews Dan Schawbel and they do an excellent job highlighting the importance of cultivating your personal brand. The examples are on point. Mr. Schawbel offers several options like social media, blogs, resumes, etc. The best takeaways:
- Personal branding is how we market our self to others.
- A successful career is in part built on your reputation, size/strength of network (think Rolodex, LinkedIn, Twitter, and to a lesser extent Facebook) and your contributions.
- The suggested steps in creating a personal brand are concrete and achievable. However, it takes considerable work.
- Perhaps the best point of all: if you don’t brand yourself first, then someone else will brand you.
As economic developers, we especially understand the importance of the last bullet. We want to tell our story before someone else does, and gets it wrong.
I suggest all economic developers read this article and give it some thought. Ask yourself these questions:
- What have you recently done about increasing the value of your personal brand?
- What are you currently doing to increase the value of your personal brand?
- Do you have a plan to increase the value of your personal brand?
- What venues will you use to increase the value of your personal brand?
- Why did you choose these particular venues?
- Are your venues of choice somewhat integrated?
Again, I am very grateful to Eric Canada for posting this on Twitter.
The link is: http://www.inc.com/marla-tabaka/what-is-your-personal-brand.html
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Reflections on Numerous Events I Attended Over the Years and (Easy) Distractions
Over the years and in every job I have held, a part of my job responsibility included attending meetings, conferences, and events. These venues offer excellent networking opportunities. In addition, it is an activity I generally enjoy because I usually discover a few helpful and useful tidbits. And table discussions can also be interesting. Almost without fail I meet a couple of intriguing people. It can be an excellent learning opportunity.
Lately as I reflect on the numerous and varied events I have attended over the years, it occurred to me as I look around many participants are on a Blackberry, iPad, or Smartphone. Some attendees are so addicted they are on an electronic device during presentations, networking opportunities, and lunch. So why leave the office? Oh, I forgot, with their electronic device they have their office with them.
In fact it can be so bad with alot people on an electronic device it appears that very few are actually listening. The impression I get is that a speaker is talking to an empty room or to his children. Both are listening with the same lack of attentiveness. A general rule, I have found that during a question and answer session if no one asks a question, then the audience just wants the speaker away from the microphone.
From the reflections of the electronic devices that I can see it often appears that people are reading news or something else not necessarily work related. On a positive note, I have not seen anyone play a game like Angrybirds, at least not yet. Even if it is work related, how many emails and/or texts must be answered immediately? If you do this (and I do) be honest as you think about it. Yes, over 95 percent of the texts and emails received can be answered a couple of hours later.
I bring this up for a reason. These electronic devices allow us not to pay attention and tune out a somewhat boring speaker who may actually be offering unique thoughts or data. We welcome the interruption from an email or text. It is just so easy and for some addictive (Crackberry addicts). Before you even ask, yes, I am guilty too. When a speaker is boring or way off the topic as presented in the program, I check my Blackberry once, twice or several times seeking a retreat from an ill prepared speaker or a presentation that is not much use to me. And yes, you are right, that is somewhat unfair.
I know, I am disrespectful. Generally, a speaker deserves my attention. The exception is when the speaker veers completely off the topic. In thinking about it, I remember hearing outstanding speakers that kept the attention of the entire audience. One was former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. She spoke for over one hour, without any notes, and kept the audience engaged. I suspect it is because she knew her audience and she did not talk down to us. Other speakers similar to her were Ronald Reagan, William F. Buckley, Paul Volcker, Ray Hutchison (old Texans may remember him), and Gary Hart. Of course now that I think about it, no smartphones existed then. But I bet the outcome would be the same. You may have a couple of people tweeting, but that is another blog.
However, this brings up another point. On a personal note, when I am asked to speak I do my own presentation and I try to stick to the agreed upon topic or work with the organization to change the topic. If my Powerpoint was unavailable, I still could give the presentation because I wrote it and practiced it. As a former high school debater, I learned voice inflection.
This is where I think part of the fault lays with the speaker. First, he may not have actually prepared his remarks or Powerpoint. Second, he may be a very bland speaker. Again be honest, how many times have you had a speaker simply read the Powerpoint slides. NOTHING is more boring. Frankly, I think the speaker does a disservice to himself and insults his audience. I am not asking for a Lord Laurence Olivier performance, but some voice inflection and gestures are welcome. Far too many speakers use Powerpoint as a crutch, it allows them to do a minimal amount of work. Most of the time it certainly shows. However, I think it comes down to this, it takes much more work on the part of the audience to listen to a bland speaker, even if he is on topic and providing valuable data and insights.
In fairness to various speakers, I once read a poll that said the biggest fear of most people is the death of a loved one. The second biggest fear? Speaking in front of an audience.
Now that I think about it, perhaps I should not be surprised that so many members of an audience look at their Blackberry, iPad or Smartphone. I did it. And I will probably continue to do so. Even though I know it is rude and shows some degree of laziness. As an audience member perhaps I should be more understanding of a speaker. I must remember that for some speakers it is more work to get the value from their presentation. And, perhaps the speaker should give greater thought and effort to his audience. We both deserve better.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Why Can't We All Get Along?
If you read my previous post you saw how close I am to my cousin who lives in New York. As the post noted, she was a journalist for CBS News. Our family is somewhat conservative. She is more liberal, in part as she tells me, because as a journalist she has witnessed so much first hand. I can certainly understand that.
My cousin is very kind and invited me to spend Thanksgiving with her and her family. Every night my cousin and I would talk politics and public policy. Few things are more invigorating than a lively and intelligent current affairs discussion with someone well informed and passionate. My cousin is that kind of person. We can disagree (we do) and not be disagreeable. I find that my thought process is much sharper after a good exchange of ideas and policy alternatives.
My mother used to ask why is the political process so harsh, why can't we do what is right and why is it so partisan.
I think I now know the answer. It became very clear to me as I talked to my cousin. Reasonable and intelligent people can disagree on the goal and the best way to reach the goal. Both sides think they are right. In all actuality, only one side truly wins.
We hear alot about the need for bipartisanship and compromise. In my study of the political process (at least lately) compromise is not necessarily about getting half or a quarter of the loaf, it is about the losing side softening the edges of a new law as much as possible. In other words, how can the minority amend new legislation that allows for the least amount of negative impact to their constituents and supporters.
Any new and sweeping legislation creates a different set of winners and losers. At least to me, this is why we have such fierce partisanship. No one wants to be on the losing side.
Will it get any better? No, I think not. That is not necessarily bad. We must realize the U.S. House is very much run by the majority and if the majority has the votes, it can get through any bill without even consulting or working with the minority. The U.S. Senate is structured around giving the minority to shape or influence legislation. This is usually done by knowledge of the rules and the filibuster.
That type of structure makes it much harder to agree on the goal and way to get to the goal. Congress holds hearings and you can see people who testify have totally different ideas on what should be done and how.
Our founding fathers thought long and hard before they came up with our structure of government. So far, it has worked well for the United States with several changes like allowing women to vote, the election of U.S. Senators by direct vote instead of each state legislature,and lowering the voting age.
So why can't get along? As I wrote earlier, high stakes and no one wants to lose.
My cousin is very kind and invited me to spend Thanksgiving with her and her family. Every night my cousin and I would talk politics and public policy. Few things are more invigorating than a lively and intelligent current affairs discussion with someone well informed and passionate. My cousin is that kind of person. We can disagree (we do) and not be disagreeable. I find that my thought process is much sharper after a good exchange of ideas and policy alternatives.
My mother used to ask why is the political process so harsh, why can't we do what is right and why is it so partisan.
I think I now know the answer. It became very clear to me as I talked to my cousin. Reasonable and intelligent people can disagree on the goal and the best way to reach the goal. Both sides think they are right. In all actuality, only one side truly wins.
We hear alot about the need for bipartisanship and compromise. In my study of the political process (at least lately) compromise is not necessarily about getting half or a quarter of the loaf, it is about the losing side softening the edges of a new law as much as possible. In other words, how can the minority amend new legislation that allows for the least amount of negative impact to their constituents and supporters.
Any new and sweeping legislation creates a different set of winners and losers. At least to me, this is why we have such fierce partisanship. No one wants to be on the losing side.
Will it get any better? No, I think not. That is not necessarily bad. We must realize the U.S. House is very much run by the majority and if the majority has the votes, it can get through any bill without even consulting or working with the minority. The U.S. Senate is structured around giving the minority to shape or influence legislation. This is usually done by knowledge of the rules and the filibuster.
That type of structure makes it much harder to agree on the goal and way to get to the goal. Congress holds hearings and you can see people who testify have totally different ideas on what should be done and how.
Our founding fathers thought long and hard before they came up with our structure of government. So far, it has worked well for the United States with several changes like allowing women to vote, the election of U.S. Senators by direct vote instead of each state legislature,and lowering the voting age.
So why can't get along? As I wrote earlier, high stakes and no one wants to lose.
What Costs $157.88 is is Truly Priceless?
The answer, spending the Thanksgiving holiday with my cousin, her two children and her husband's family.
The total cost of driving to Chappaqua, NY to spend Thanksgiving with my cousin and her family was $157.88. This breaks down as follows:
Thanksgiving Dinner
I left early in the morning on November 24th. I arrived about 4 hours before the dinner was to be served. So I got to spend considerable time with her before the guests arrived. My cousin already finished much of the cooking. I helped where I could.
It was a long and relaxing dinner. In fact, it was a grand event. My cousin prepared a four course meal. First was cheese and crackers and some of the cheese was from Holland. Next was pumpkin soup. Third was the main meal. Finally, desert. Since I consumed so much during the first three courses, I had coffee for desert. And of course wine.
I posted four pics on my Facebook page. My cousin is a very good cook and she bought a fresh turkey. It was outstanding. Her cranberry sauce was homemade and delicious. Her stuffing was quite tasty. Her mother-in-law bought brussel sprouts cooked with bacon (to my daughter I remind her to read this part). The only setback was the mashed potatoes and that is the fault of the potato masher (me).
As I said earlier, my cousin's husband is from Holland. I enjoyed talking to his family. The accent is beautiful. Sometimes Dutch was spoken at the table. It is a lovely language. I learned alot about Dutch cuisine. Among the guests was a young lady from Holland. Her English was very good. My cousin explained to her the Thanksgiving holiday and the typical food served.
Black Friday
On Black Friday we took the train to New York City. As typical, my cousin's husband insisted that I sit by the window so I could see the scenery. We arrived in Grand Central Station and it was just as spectacular as I remembered.
First we had lunch, and just like when my kids were very young, you have to find a restaurant that the kids will like. Boy, I cannot begin to count the number of times my wife and I had to think about that. In one respect, my wife and I appreciated food chains for their consistency, it almost never mattered where you are.
Our first stop was the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Plaza. It is not lit, you can find a pic on my Facebook page. It is sure big, and I think wider this year.
I taught my niece how to window shop. She certainly has fine taste in clothes. We saw horse drawn carriages.
We only went in one store. You will see some of the stores we walked by on my Facebook page, 12 pics total. If you have not been to New York City during the Christmas season, you should. The window displays are true works of art.
Fond Memories
As I wrote earlier, my cousin has two adorable kids, one 3 years old and one 16 months old. I watched as the kids took great delight in discovering something new, playing with their cousins and disagreeing with mom and dad. It sure brought back memories now over a decade old. I sure remember my kids finding out something new and how much fun it was to share in that joy. I also recall the disagreements and how loud kids can be. When it was my kids, I thought everybody was looking and thinking what a bad parent I am. Fortunately, I do not think my cousin or her husband have that belief. No doubt that I do not miss that phase, but it also reminded me how challenging parenting can be.
Afterward
I spent most of my time with my cousin in the kitchen. You know me, any chance to taste something cooking, and talk to my cousin.
A brief description about my cousin. She is a delight and interesting. She worked for CBS News for many years as a journalist. She is highly intelligent and creative (her whole family is). We grew up in Midland, Texas. Her mother was my father's sister. In addition to several holidays, we spent alot of time together. Her family and ours were very close.
After everything was done and the kids in bed, we were able to talk about current issues, family and other things. This time was priceless. The family discussions were so refreshing. We had so many shared memories and it was just fun to relive those days with her. Some of the memories were about Midland, our grandfathers' farm in Stephenville, TX or the occasional family trip. Every night I went to bed, I was happier than when I woke up that same morning.
In all honesty, we just scratched the surface of all the great times our families spent over several decades. Driving back my head was filled with so many more that neither of us brought up. Just to have that opportunity with a cousin I dearly love was priceless.
The total cost of driving to Chappaqua, NY to spend Thanksgiving with my cousin and her family was $157.88. This breaks down as follows:
- Gasoline $72.53
- Tolls $52.10
- Wine $26.50
- Bread $6.75
Thanksgiving Dinner
I left early in the morning on November 24th. I arrived about 4 hours before the dinner was to be served. So I got to spend considerable time with her before the guests arrived. My cousin already finished much of the cooking. I helped where I could.
It was a long and relaxing dinner. In fact, it was a grand event. My cousin prepared a four course meal. First was cheese and crackers and some of the cheese was from Holland. Next was pumpkin soup. Third was the main meal. Finally, desert. Since I consumed so much during the first three courses, I had coffee for desert. And of course wine.
I posted four pics on my Facebook page. My cousin is a very good cook and she bought a fresh turkey. It was outstanding. Her cranberry sauce was homemade and delicious. Her stuffing was quite tasty. Her mother-in-law bought brussel sprouts cooked with bacon (to my daughter I remind her to read this part). The only setback was the mashed potatoes and that is the fault of the potato masher (me).
As I said earlier, my cousin's husband is from Holland. I enjoyed talking to his family. The accent is beautiful. Sometimes Dutch was spoken at the table. It is a lovely language. I learned alot about Dutch cuisine. Among the guests was a young lady from Holland. Her English was very good. My cousin explained to her the Thanksgiving holiday and the typical food served.
Black Friday
On Black Friday we took the train to New York City. As typical, my cousin's husband insisted that I sit by the window so I could see the scenery. We arrived in Grand Central Station and it was just as spectacular as I remembered.
First we had lunch, and just like when my kids were very young, you have to find a restaurant that the kids will like. Boy, I cannot begin to count the number of times my wife and I had to think about that. In one respect, my wife and I appreciated food chains for their consistency, it almost never mattered where you are.
Our first stop was the Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Plaza. It is not lit, you can find a pic on my Facebook page. It is sure big, and I think wider this year.
I taught my niece how to window shop. She certainly has fine taste in clothes. We saw horse drawn carriages.
We only went in one store. You will see some of the stores we walked by on my Facebook page, 12 pics total. If you have not been to New York City during the Christmas season, you should. The window displays are true works of art.
Fond Memories
As I wrote earlier, my cousin has two adorable kids, one 3 years old and one 16 months old. I watched as the kids took great delight in discovering something new, playing with their cousins and disagreeing with mom and dad. It sure brought back memories now over a decade old. I sure remember my kids finding out something new and how much fun it was to share in that joy. I also recall the disagreements and how loud kids can be. When it was my kids, I thought everybody was looking and thinking what a bad parent I am. Fortunately, I do not think my cousin or her husband have that belief. No doubt that I do not miss that phase, but it also reminded me how challenging parenting can be.
Afterward
I spent most of my time with my cousin in the kitchen. You know me, any chance to taste something cooking, and talk to my cousin.
A brief description about my cousin. She is a delight and interesting. She worked for CBS News for many years as a journalist. She is highly intelligent and creative (her whole family is). We grew up in Midland, Texas. Her mother was my father's sister. In addition to several holidays, we spent alot of time together. Her family and ours were very close.
After everything was done and the kids in bed, we were able to talk about current issues, family and other things. This time was priceless. The family discussions were so refreshing. We had so many shared memories and it was just fun to relive those days with her. Some of the memories were about Midland, our grandfathers' farm in Stephenville, TX or the occasional family trip. Every night I went to bed, I was happier than when I woke up that same morning.
In all honesty, we just scratched the surface of all the great times our families spent over several decades. Driving back my head was filled with so many more that neither of us brought up. Just to have that opportunity with a cousin I dearly love was priceless.
Be Afraid, Be Very Afraid
Well, it finally happen. I am truly afraid.
Since you are an avid reader of my blog and more than likely a friend, you may ask why?
Now I know my son is a very good teacher and very patient. She could not have asked for a better teacher than him. He is very conscious about safety and even waited to get his license because he was not sure he was ready. Of course that is half the equation. The other half is my daughter.
She is determined, smart, impatient, and hard headed. She equates driving a car to driving a golf cart. She multi-tasks.
In all fairness, I should withhold judgement since I have not been in a car with her, but I will soon. She deserves the opportunity to demonstrate how good a driver she is. Perhaps her first driving lesson with me will rid me of the chill I get every time I think of her behind the wheel of a car. Hope springs eternal.
Since you are an avid reader of my blog and more than likely a friend, you may ask why?
- It is the European financial situation. No.
- It is the decline of the U.S. stock market? No.
- Is it because the housing market continues to sputter? No.
- Is it because the U.S. job growth continues to stall? No.
- Is it due to the downgrading of the U.S. debt? No.
- Is it related to China? No.
- Is it due to the failure of the Congressional super committee to cut $1.2 trillion from a projected $44 trillion expenditure over 10 years? No and I could have told you it would fail.
- Is it because the new season of American Idol starts in January? Is that show still on and no.
Now I know my son is a very good teacher and very patient. She could not have asked for a better teacher than him. He is very conscious about safety and even waited to get his license because he was not sure he was ready. Of course that is half the equation. The other half is my daughter.
She is determined, smart, impatient, and hard headed. She equates driving a car to driving a golf cart. She multi-tasks.
In all fairness, I should withhold judgement since I have not been in a car with her, but I will soon. She deserves the opportunity to demonstrate how good a driver she is. Perhaps her first driving lesson with me will rid me of the chill I get every time I think of her behind the wheel of a car. Hope springs eternal.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
A Small Accomplishment
In an era of constant contact, Facebook, Twitter, smartphones, etc. we seem to celebrate major accomplishments. And consider almost every accomplishment as significant. What I sometimes forget is that it takes several small victories to achieve a big accomplishment.
Now this may start off like a previous post on running, but it looks at a different aspect of running. In fact, this blog post could apply to numerous hobbies and other activities. This blog is about a small victory I achieved today.
First, some background (and you should not be surprised). I decided to lose weight 18 months ago. No fad diet, just watching what I ate, the quantity, and exercising. It is amazing when you actually measure a single serving (this could also be called how I learned to really love vegetable). The exercise was primarily a spinning class. This may surprise people, but I cannot tell you how many pounds I lost, but my waist line is 6-8 inches smaller. This is not meant to impress or brag. I tell you this because it plays into my small accomplishment.
For a long time I wanted to run. When I was a student at Texas Christian University and living in Fort Worth, TX I used to run and I really enjoyed it (yes it was a long time ago). Fast forward to 2010 – after a 15 year hiatus I tried to run but could not get around the block. It was that hard and painful.
And now we are at today (more or less). Since I moved to Prince William County, VA I decided to try running again. That was eight weeks ago. My son and wife told me the only equipment I absolutely needed was good shoes, which I purchased. And I am glad I listened to them.
Before I go too far into this, I need to set the background on my running regiment. (Yes, I know it is taking many paragraphs, but eventually I will get to today’s victory). As noted in an earlier post, I have a trail I like to run in the Manassas Battlefield Park. It is well marked, easy to follow, and diverse. Most people would say I have a somewhat moderate paced jog. I run as far as I can and then walk. If I can run again, I do. Sometimes I can and sometimes I cannot.
My first run eight weeks ago was very short and difficult. I almost gave up, but I was not in pain. What I realized is that I could run again. And I bought the new running shoes. That was a small win. So each time I tried to go farther.
(Hang on, we are almost to the point). Two weeks ago I found a stopwatch. So I decided to see how long I could run right out of the gate. My first timed run was 6 minutes. It was less distance than I had previously run. The second timed run was 7:20 minutes. My third timed run was over 8 minutes. Today I ran 11:35, my best timed run and best run ever. I know it was my best because it was also the farthest I have ever gone.
Now I know most of you can run much farther than I can. But be warned, I am catching up.
For me running farther and longer each time is a small accomplishment. We all have our own ways to measure personal progress. Even when I do not go as far as I did on the previous run I know the next run I could go even farther. This is somewhat of a change. It is easy to get discouraged, but I view this as a journey. Some days are better than others.
That is why this blog is titled “A Small Accomplishment.” It could have been also called a series of small accomplishments. With these small victories I am stumped as to what my significant accomplishment will be. No matter, I will eventually think of it. After all, it is just part of the running experience on the trail.
Postscripts
November 27, 2011. A very good day, I posted my best run time. It was 14:06 minutes. It was a Sunday and I was not sure I wanted to run, but I was glad that I did. It is a journey and one I am enjoying.
December 20, 2011. I was on vacation in my hometown of Midland, TX. My best run time, it was 19:40. Of course part of the reason was I could not find the car.
December 22, 2011. Still on vacation in Midland, TX. My track is the Midland Community College campus. My best run time to date: 21:44. And yes, I did know where my car was parked.
January 1, 2012. I ran on my favorite trail in the Manassas Battlefield Park and posted my best time to date: 24:21. It is a great and refreshing way to start the new year.
Postscripts
November 27, 2011. A very good day, I posted my best run time. It was 14:06 minutes. It was a Sunday and I was not sure I wanted to run, but I was glad that I did. It is a journey and one I am enjoying.
December 20, 2011. I was on vacation in my hometown of Midland, TX. My best run time, it was 19:40. Of course part of the reason was I could not find the car.
December 22, 2011. Still on vacation in Midland, TX. My track is the Midland Community College campus. My best run time to date: 21:44. And yes, I did know where my car was parked.
January 1, 2012. I ran on my favorite trail in the Manassas Battlefield Park and posted my best time to date: 24:21. It is a great and refreshing way to start the new year.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
A Very Special Brunch
Today was very special for me. I got to see my cousin, we grew up together in Midland, Texas. She has lived on the East Coast since graduating from college and is a very successful and respected journalist.
I have not seen her in a long time. She had her daughter and son with her. Her son is one (or as she tells me, 15 months) and I have never met him.
It was so enjoyable to see her interacting with her kids and watching them at the restaurant. The restaurant was the Silver Diner and the food was excellent.
As usual, I digress. Watching her kids really brought back memories of going out to eat with my kids when they were that age. You do not finish your meal, you are constantly interrupted, you continually pick up utensils and other items dropped on the floor. You NEVER have enough napkins. The food cannot come soon enough, and then they do not really eat. In fact, you are fortunate if the kids eat half the food. Be assured, whatever is on your plate looks better than what is on theirs, and they are always reaching for it. The seats are uncomfortable. They want to walk around to other tables (my son was notorious for that). The kids grab everything in sight. Examples include all silverware within reach, any bottle, salt and pepper shaker, (you get the idea).
My cousin’s kids were pretty well behaved. So do not think what I wrote applies to them, it is meant to be a comprehensive list.
She sat with one kid to her right and one to her left. I was next to her daughter. When we finished her table with her kids was pretty clear. It did have paper cars, crayons and a drawing place mat. My table on the other hand, well let me just say I looked like the biggest hoarder and most selfish man in the restaurant. Every cup, plate, salt and pepper shaker, bottle of ketchup, etc. was in front of me. I used to see other adults like that and say to myself, "I know who you had brunch with." Experience really counts here.
Back to my cousin. She looked great and really handled every challenge with grace and humor. Of course we were able to talk and I think she is doing great. I think I will see her more often; she only lives 6 hours away from me. Take in mind 6 hours if traffic is kind. Whatever the time, it will be worth the drive.
I have not seen her in a long time. She had her daughter and son with her. Her son is one (or as she tells me, 15 months) and I have never met him.
It was so enjoyable to see her interacting with her kids and watching them at the restaurant. The restaurant was the Silver Diner and the food was excellent.
As usual, I digress. Watching her kids really brought back memories of going out to eat with my kids when they were that age. You do not finish your meal, you are constantly interrupted, you continually pick up utensils and other items dropped on the floor. You NEVER have enough napkins. The food cannot come soon enough, and then they do not really eat. In fact, you are fortunate if the kids eat half the food. Be assured, whatever is on your plate looks better than what is on theirs, and they are always reaching for it. The seats are uncomfortable. They want to walk around to other tables (my son was notorious for that). The kids grab everything in sight. Examples include all silverware within reach, any bottle, salt and pepper shaker, (you get the idea).
My cousin’s kids were pretty well behaved. So do not think what I wrote applies to them, it is meant to be a comprehensive list.
She sat with one kid to her right and one to her left. I was next to her daughter. When we finished her table with her kids was pretty clear. It did have paper cars, crayons and a drawing place mat. My table on the other hand, well let me just say I looked like the biggest hoarder and most selfish man in the restaurant. Every cup, plate, salt and pepper shaker, bottle of ketchup, etc. was in front of me. I used to see other adults like that and say to myself, "I know who you had brunch with." Experience really counts here.
Back to my cousin. She looked great and really handled every challenge with grace and humor. Of course we were able to talk and I think she is doing great. I think I will see her more often; she only lives 6 hours away from me. Take in mind 6 hours if traffic is kind. Whatever the time, it will be worth the drive.
Running - It is All About Taking One More Step
For those who follow my Twitter or Facebook accounts know I recently started running again. I was unable to for years, but after losing weight, I am hitting the track and trails again. Running is more or less a solitary activity. I prefer solitary exercises because I do not like to depend on anyone else. Hence, I gravitate to running on trails and lifting weights.
My preferred trail is at the Manassas National Battlefield Park and it is called the First Manassas Trail. It has bridges and gentle hills. Often on this trail you see families, hikers and other runners.
Today I was running and I went farther than I have ever gone. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. My run back was harder than when I first started (it is always that way). Having reached my peak, I downshifted to a slow jog. Behind me I could hear two young voices chatting away. They were coming up fast and did not sound winded. I thought they were young ladies having an easy training day. No, they were slightly older females and had excellent running form. They were not winded and swept by me. One did laugh when I said between heavy breaths "You are making me look bad."
This is not the first time I felt this way. It has happen on other trails in the park. So many of the runners I see have such a professional form and make it look so easy. What I must constantly remind myself is that the only person I should really try to pass is my longest run is me. In that respect I can see real improvement from when I first started. I am less sore and going farther with every run. In the end, that is what it is about - taking at least one more step than my best run.
Back to the ladies. Needless to say, I was impressed. No doubt in my mind these were serious runners. As my son tells me form is important, and so are the shoes. Perhaps if I keep running, I will pass someone and they will admire my form and ease in running. I do not say that to show that I am better, but hope they can see if that gray haired man can do it, then so can I.
My preferred trail is at the Manassas National Battlefield Park and it is called the First Manassas Trail. It has bridges and gentle hills. Often on this trail you see families, hikers and other runners.
Today I was running and I went farther than I have ever gone. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. My run back was harder than when I first started (it is always that way). Having reached my peak, I downshifted to a slow jog. Behind me I could hear two young voices chatting away. They were coming up fast and did not sound winded. I thought they were young ladies having an easy training day. No, they were slightly older females and had excellent running form. They were not winded and swept by me. One did laugh when I said between heavy breaths "You are making me look bad."
This is not the first time I felt this way. It has happen on other trails in the park. So many of the runners I see have such a professional form and make it look so easy. What I must constantly remind myself is that the only person I should really try to pass is my longest run is me. In that respect I can see real improvement from when I first started. I am less sore and going farther with every run. In the end, that is what it is about - taking at least one more step than my best run.
Back to the ladies. Needless to say, I was impressed. No doubt in my mind these were serious runners. As my son tells me form is important, and so are the shoes. Perhaps if I keep running, I will pass someone and they will admire my form and ease in running. I do not say that to show that I am better, but hope they can see if that gray haired man can do it, then so can I.
When In Doubt...
I have a friend who is a really serious runner and he also climbs mountains. We recently had dinner and told him that I just started running. He offered excellent advice, like do not scrimp on shoes and eat protein bars.
Often I have found that when highly experienced people offer counsel, they do not necessarily know your frame of reference. My knowledge compared to his is miniscule. He has forgotten more about running than I could learn in several years. His experiences alone could be an outstanding reference book for serious runners and me.
He said to eat protein bars. I thought I had some, until I read the nutrition facts on the product label. So I bought some today. Before this I would eat a handful of almonds after a run. I panicked and decided to make sure I was getting it right as to the bars and the time to eat it.
So I did an internet search on Google, found several articles all pertaining to marathon runners. So I did another one, again a bunch of links and somewhat conflicting answers.
Well, I decided to try something I have not done in a while. I picked up the phone and called VA Runner. The person on the other end was a runner and very helpful. He was patient and answered every question I had. I read the nutrition facts and he said it was a good choice. He told me the importance of why it is necessary, when the best time is to eat a protein bar, and how it helps. He was very encouraging.
Hmm, talking to a person instead of conducting an internet search. Perhaps I should try that more often. In fact, maybe we all should.
Often I have found that when highly experienced people offer counsel, they do not necessarily know your frame of reference. My knowledge compared to his is miniscule. He has forgotten more about running than I could learn in several years. His experiences alone could be an outstanding reference book for serious runners and me.
He said to eat protein bars. I thought I had some, until I read the nutrition facts on the product label. So I bought some today. Before this I would eat a handful of almonds after a run. I panicked and decided to make sure I was getting it right as to the bars and the time to eat it.
So I did an internet search on Google, found several articles all pertaining to marathon runners. So I did another one, again a bunch of links and somewhat conflicting answers.
Well, I decided to try something I have not done in a while. I picked up the phone and called VA Runner. The person on the other end was a runner and very helpful. He was patient and answered every question I had. I read the nutrition facts and he said it was a good choice. He told me the importance of why it is necessary, when the best time is to eat a protein bar, and how it helps. He was very encouraging.
Hmm, talking to a person instead of conducting an internet search. Perhaps I should try that more often. In fact, maybe we all should.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Fork in the Road
Our son gave us quite a scare. He told us he doubts the existence of God. Interestingly enough, my wife was very upset. I was not.
Perhaps because when I was a little older than him I too had my doubts. Unfortunately I listened to people that were strident in their beliefs. As I would later say, I would rather be in hell without people like that than with them in heaven. Besides, I know hot, I was raised in West Texas.
The reasons it does not bother me are numerous. First, he is actually thinking why. That is not necessarily bad. Second, I think he will discover as I did that the road to an enlightened religious life is a journey. I take great comfort in that.
I cannot tell you the date or the month I felt it. I can tell you the year. It was 1999. It was several events. The first one was my doctor told me about a song the choir would sing that Sunday. It was hard and beautiful. We went to the same church. Second, I went to a Sunday School gathering with my wife (she was miles ahead of me on her journey) and actually enjoyed the people. Third, I took a course at Eastminister Presbyterian Church called Alpha. Finally, and I may not recall this correctly, but I was listening to a GOP debate on the radio and Gov. George Bush was asked who was his favorite philosopher. His answer was Jesus Christ. He got some ridicule for that, but after I thought about it, I think he was right.
Why? If you consider Jesus Christ a philosopher, then Christianity is a philosophy. If that is so, then it is a choice you make to follow. While I heard vague references to that, I never heard it so eloquently stated as then Governor Bush did over a decade ago. As I reread the New Testament, I found this philosophy quite engaging. Jesus Christ is a knowledgeable and compassionate spokesman. You see, it is a choice he will make at some point. My money is on his discovering why as opposed to doubting. Perhaps that will make him a better Christian.
Perhaps because when I was a little older than him I too had my doubts. Unfortunately I listened to people that were strident in their beliefs. As I would later say, I would rather be in hell without people like that than with them in heaven. Besides, I know hot, I was raised in West Texas.
The reasons it does not bother me are numerous. First, he is actually thinking why. That is not necessarily bad. Second, I think he will discover as I did that the road to an enlightened religious life is a journey. I take great comfort in that.
I cannot tell you the date or the month I felt it. I can tell you the year. It was 1999. It was several events. The first one was my doctor told me about a song the choir would sing that Sunday. It was hard and beautiful. We went to the same church. Second, I went to a Sunday School gathering with my wife (she was miles ahead of me on her journey) and actually enjoyed the people. Third, I took a course at Eastminister Presbyterian Church called Alpha. Finally, and I may not recall this correctly, but I was listening to a GOP debate on the radio and Gov. George Bush was asked who was his favorite philosopher. His answer was Jesus Christ. He got some ridicule for that, but after I thought about it, I think he was right.
Why? If you consider Jesus Christ a philosopher, then Christianity is a philosophy. If that is so, then it is a choice you make to follow. While I heard vague references to that, I never heard it so eloquently stated as then Governor Bush did over a decade ago. As I reread the New Testament, I found this philosophy quite engaging. Jesus Christ is a knowledgeable and compassionate spokesman. You see, it is a choice he will make at some point. My money is on his discovering why as opposed to doubting. Perhaps that will make him a better Christian.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
A Troubling Situation
One of the reasons I like running is the lack of distractions. As you know, I do not play music when I am on a trail. You can hear birds singing, leaves rustling, and my shoe hitting wood chips, gravel or soft ground. You can see leaves falling (at least this time of the year), a butterfly, numerous trees and occasionally a deer. I let my mind wander and percolate. Or as Jack Welch, former GE CEO, used to say, "Let's noodle it."
Several weeks ago i went to the Smithsonian American History Museum. You may recall on my Facebook page I posted pics of Julia Child's kitchen.
I "noodled" over this for several weeks. What troubled me happened in another part of the building. The museum had an excellent exhibit on Southern culture in the 1850s and slavery. I was looking at one piece and standing next to four young ladies also looking at the exhibit (see below).
The young ladies were in high school and talking about how bad slavery was and that they would never approve. You must admire their sense of fairness and justice.
As I listened, I realized these intelligent ladies had no sense of history. They did not know why slavery existed, the economics of slavery, how the slave trade worked, only one knew what Eli Whitney's cotton gin was but not how it impacted slavery, how the country struggled with slavery for over a century, or other times the U.S. treated a race cruelly. A couple of the young ladies asked a few questions and I think were surprised at what they did not know.
One asked me has the U.S. recently treated any group as badly as slaves. I think they were again surprised at my answer. Basically I told them other races the U.S. treated harshly were the Indian and the Japanese after the start of World War II. Those are two examples.
I spent 20 minutes with the young ladies. It was fun for me and I think for at least one of them.
I bring this up because I recall the famous saying by Edmund Burke, "Those who don't know history are destined to repeat it."
We need to teach kids history so they have an appreciation of sacrifices older generations of Americans (and others) made to offer them the potential of a better life, the mistakes we made in building the U.S and the importance of their participation in our country and the social fabric. I sometimes think we take this for granted. But then consider this, how many of your friends' children know their family history and history? Yes, it may be boring to kids, but later in life these children will be grateful for learning it.
In a broader sense, how can we know an injustice if we are not educated to see it? At its very best, history offers all Americans a sense of perspective or a touchstone. It allows us to contrast a current situation to past events. That is why history is important. History is a timeline usually in a book that all of us can share, contemplate, discuss, debate, contribute to, and learn from.
Several weeks ago i went to the Smithsonian American History Museum. You may recall on my Facebook page I posted pics of Julia Child's kitchen.
I "noodled" over this for several weeks. What troubled me happened in another part of the building. The museum had an excellent exhibit on Southern culture in the 1850s and slavery. I was looking at one piece and standing next to four young ladies also looking at the exhibit (see below).
The young ladies were in high school and talking about how bad slavery was and that they would never approve. You must admire their sense of fairness and justice.
As I listened, I realized these intelligent ladies had no sense of history. They did not know why slavery existed, the economics of slavery, how the slave trade worked, only one knew what Eli Whitney's cotton gin was but not how it impacted slavery, how the country struggled with slavery for over a century, or other times the U.S. treated a race cruelly. A couple of the young ladies asked a few questions and I think were surprised at what they did not know.
One asked me has the U.S. recently treated any group as badly as slaves. I think they were again surprised at my answer. Basically I told them other races the U.S. treated harshly were the Indian and the Japanese after the start of World War II. Those are two examples.
I spent 20 minutes with the young ladies. It was fun for me and I think for at least one of them.
I bring this up because I recall the famous saying by Edmund Burke, "Those who don't know history are destined to repeat it."
We need to teach kids history so they have an appreciation of sacrifices older generations of Americans (and others) made to offer them the potential of a better life, the mistakes we made in building the U.S and the importance of their participation in our country and the social fabric. I sometimes think we take this for granted. But then consider this, how many of your friends' children know their family history and history? Yes, it may be boring to kids, but later in life these children will be grateful for learning it.
In a broader sense, how can we know an injustice if we are not educated to see it? At its very best, history offers all Americans a sense of perspective or a touchstone. It allows us to contrast a current situation to past events. That is why history is important. History is a timeline usually in a book that all of us can share, contemplate, discuss, debate, contribute to, and learn from.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
A Pleasant Walk to the Bookstore
Today I went to the Politics and Prose bookstore off Connecticut Ave (see first pic). I took the Metro from the Vienna/Fairfax GMU Station, changed from the Orange line to the Red line at the Metro central station and got off at the Van Ness station off Connecticut Ave.
During the trip on the Metro I texted and read Fortune on my Kindle. I also watched people get on and off. It is a great way to get into and out of Washington DC.
Unlike other excursions into DC, I had to walk about a mile from the Van Ness station to the bookstore. It was a cool day and lots to look at. For example, I passed several apartment complexes, all with vacancies. Names included the Chesapeake, Albemarle, etc. Two embassies are off Connecticut Ave. You will find three gas stations, a Shell, Exxon and I forget the third. The difference in the price per gallon of gas was $0.06, a little higher than I expected. You will also find two CVS drugstores within the mile walk.
The selection of restaurants was very diverse. You had several chains like Potbelly, Subway, etc. You could also get Italian cuisine. Some of the restaurants had outdoor seating. Finally, you could order a thick sandwich along the way to the bookstore. The walk included going by a general store, Office Depot, and similar stores.
I heard a three-piece band playing as I departed and returned to the Metro stop (third pic). They were across the street. The music of choice was classical.
Side note, when I walk or run, I do not listen to music, I prefer to listen to the sounds of the environment. When I run on a trail, I can hear leaves rustling, birds singing, and the sound of my shoes breaking twigs.
What surprised me were the people walking on the sidewalk. Singles have headphones in their ears and/or constantly reading texts or emails or some website. Now I ask you, what is so important that cannot wait until you have reached your destination. Enjoy the season and scenery. Listen to the sounds. Look at the people, architecture, and surroundings.
Instead of reading texts or anything else on my smart phone, I actually looked at the architecture of the various buildings, read the names, looked at how crowded parking is, the number of stories in the different apartment complexes, entrances of apartment complexes, and what is down each street. Some apartment entrances were really classy. Also during my walk to the bookstore I could hear leaves rustling in the wind, cars and trucks drive by, brakes squealing, conversations of couples, and of course a three-piece band playing classical music.
After a brisk walk, I arrived at the Politics and Prose bookstore. If you watch CSPAN you may recognize the name. CSPAN featured authors speaking at the bookstore throughout the years. The bookstore is two stories, and has a coffee shop. A book group was meeting downstairs. The store had numerous staff to help. A lady brought her Great Dane in, it was among the biggest dogs I have ever seen. On his four legs he brushed up against my stomach. I did not have to bend down to pat his large head. My two hands together may have covered his head. He had a friendly disposition.
After buying a book, I went to the coffee shop (the large cup of coffee was $2.00 with tax, refills $0,50). Several people were in the coffee shop, two or three individuals on Apple computers, about three couples and one foursome. Lots of talking and drinking. I read my Kindle and the Washington Post (see second pic). After my second cup of coffee I left. I wanted to get back home for my afternoon run in the Manassas Battlefield Park. Glad I did that, it was slightly warmer around 5 PM.
On the way back I walked at a leisurely pace, still enjoying the cool weather and local architecture. I may do it again.
During the trip on the Metro I texted and read Fortune on my Kindle. I also watched people get on and off. It is a great way to get into and out of Washington DC.
Unlike other excursions into DC, I had to walk about a mile from the Van Ness station to the bookstore. It was a cool day and lots to look at. For example, I passed several apartment complexes, all with vacancies. Names included the Chesapeake, Albemarle, etc. Two embassies are off Connecticut Ave. You will find three gas stations, a Shell, Exxon and I forget the third. The difference in the price per gallon of gas was $0.06, a little higher than I expected. You will also find two CVS drugstores within the mile walk.
The selection of restaurants was very diverse. You had several chains like Potbelly, Subway, etc. You could also get Italian cuisine. Some of the restaurants had outdoor seating. Finally, you could order a thick sandwich along the way to the bookstore. The walk included going by a general store, Office Depot, and similar stores.
I heard a three-piece band playing as I departed and returned to the Metro stop (third pic). They were across the street. The music of choice was classical.
Side note, when I walk or run, I do not listen to music, I prefer to listen to the sounds of the environment. When I run on a trail, I can hear leaves rustling, birds singing, and the sound of my shoes breaking twigs.
What surprised me were the people walking on the sidewalk. Singles have headphones in their ears and/or constantly reading texts or emails or some website. Now I ask you, what is so important that cannot wait until you have reached your destination. Enjoy the season and scenery. Listen to the sounds. Look at the people, architecture, and surroundings.
Instead of reading texts or anything else on my smart phone, I actually looked at the architecture of the various buildings, read the names, looked at how crowded parking is, the number of stories in the different apartment complexes, entrances of apartment complexes, and what is down each street. Some apartment entrances were really classy. Also during my walk to the bookstore I could hear leaves rustling in the wind, cars and trucks drive by, brakes squealing, conversations of couples, and of course a three-piece band playing classical music.
After a brisk walk, I arrived at the Politics and Prose bookstore. If you watch CSPAN you may recognize the name. CSPAN featured authors speaking at the bookstore throughout the years. The bookstore is two stories, and has a coffee shop. A book group was meeting downstairs. The store had numerous staff to help. A lady brought her Great Dane in, it was among the biggest dogs I have ever seen. On his four legs he brushed up against my stomach. I did not have to bend down to pat his large head. My two hands together may have covered his head. He had a friendly disposition.
After buying a book, I went to the coffee shop (the large cup of coffee was $2.00 with tax, refills $0,50). Several people were in the coffee shop, two or three individuals on Apple computers, about three couples and one foursome. Lots of talking and drinking. I read my Kindle and the Washington Post (see second pic). After my second cup of coffee I left. I wanted to get back home for my afternoon run in the Manassas Battlefield Park. Glad I did that, it was slightly warmer around 5 PM.
On the way back I walked at a leisurely pace, still enjoying the cool weather and local architecture. I may do it again.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
I Hate Young People, But Not For the Reason You Think
I bet that got your attention. Now do not misunderstand me. It is not for a reason you may expect.
I know the usual reasons you are thinking about.
Youth have too much energy. No, I admire that.
Youth questions too much. No, that is good.
Youth question too many things and standard operating procedures. No, that too is good.
Youth are impatient. You have never been driving with my parents.
Youth take too many risks. No, I like that.
Youth focuses on the wrong things. No, they will learn or I may learn.
Youth relies on new technology. So do I.
Youth is smug when helping us older people adapt to new technology. Not the ones I know. I do admit, they sure can fix a smart phone fast.
Youth dresses oddly. I suspect they say the same about me.
Youth does not respect authority or institutions. Honestly, can you really blame them?
Youth is far too optimistic. And what is wrong with that?
Youth gets news from Steve Colbert and Jon something. Now that one I really do not understand.
Youth protests. That is a cherished tradition in this country.
Youth taste in music is bad. Yes, I would partially agree with that. Of course I am listening to Lady Gaga on Napster as I write this, so what do I know.
Youth watches weird TV shows. Yes, but then I suspect they say the same about me.
Youth hears a song on the radio and cannot understand how an older guy like me would know the words. It is called a new version and I was a youth once.
Then why? Youth reminds me that I am older. However, not in ways noted above.
Now you must keep in mind that I had gray hair for decades, back to high school. No, it is not looking older. I have always looked far older than my age. Several times my girlfriend, now wife, was mistaken for my daughter. My daughter was mistaken for my grand daughter. Gray hair does that.
In fact, youth does not even know that they make me feel old. It is one single act, repeated every week in the office. I cannot read really small print. Of late I had to get bifocals and even with my new glasses I cannot read small print.
An example. Every week we have a staff meeting. A project report is printed. Those of us over 45 cannot read it. it is small print on one page. Youth I work with says, "Oh you can't? Wow, I can. Let me read it to you." Gee, thanks.
You see, I can do something about almost every complaint you thought I may have. The vision challenge is and will be unresolved. That is youth, unintentionally, reminding me that I am definitely getting older and my body is showing it.
Yes, I know, you want an example. So far this year I have lost weight, took at least 5 inches off my waist, and started running again (not far, but every time is farther and longer than the previous run). I try to find the good in people and try to consider other points of view (regardless of what my daughter says or thinks).
No, it is the vision issue. Nothing I do will ever change that. I will never be able to read really small print again unless I hold it close or use a magnifying glass. Again, youth will say Oh, let me help you.
My only consolation. Very soon youth will be older and they will face their youth. With it will be the very small print that they cannot read.
I know the usual reasons you are thinking about.
Youth have too much energy. No, I admire that.
Youth questions too much. No, that is good.
Youth question too many things and standard operating procedures. No, that too is good.
Youth are impatient. You have never been driving with my parents.
Youth take too many risks. No, I like that.
Youth focuses on the wrong things. No, they will learn or I may learn.
Youth relies on new technology. So do I.
Youth is smug when helping us older people adapt to new technology. Not the ones I know. I do admit, they sure can fix a smart phone fast.
Youth dresses oddly. I suspect they say the same about me.
Youth does not respect authority or institutions. Honestly, can you really blame them?
Youth is far too optimistic. And what is wrong with that?
Youth gets news from Steve Colbert and Jon something. Now that one I really do not understand.
Youth protests. That is a cherished tradition in this country.
Youth taste in music is bad. Yes, I would partially agree with that. Of course I am listening to Lady Gaga on Napster as I write this, so what do I know.
Youth watches weird TV shows. Yes, but then I suspect they say the same about me.
Youth hears a song on the radio and cannot understand how an older guy like me would know the words. It is called a new version and I was a youth once.
Then why? Youth reminds me that I am older. However, not in ways noted above.
Now you must keep in mind that I had gray hair for decades, back to high school. No, it is not looking older. I have always looked far older than my age. Several times my girlfriend, now wife, was mistaken for my daughter. My daughter was mistaken for my grand daughter. Gray hair does that.
In fact, youth does not even know that they make me feel old. It is one single act, repeated every week in the office. I cannot read really small print. Of late I had to get bifocals and even with my new glasses I cannot read small print.
An example. Every week we have a staff meeting. A project report is printed. Those of us over 45 cannot read it. it is small print on one page. Youth I work with says, "Oh you can't? Wow, I can. Let me read it to you." Gee, thanks.
You see, I can do something about almost every complaint you thought I may have. The vision challenge is and will be unresolved. That is youth, unintentionally, reminding me that I am definitely getting older and my body is showing it.
Yes, I know, you want an example. So far this year I have lost weight, took at least 5 inches off my waist, and started running again (not far, but every time is farther and longer than the previous run). I try to find the good in people and try to consider other points of view (regardless of what my daughter says or thinks).
No, it is the vision issue. Nothing I do will ever change that. I will never be able to read really small print again unless I hold it close or use a magnifying glass. Again, youth will say Oh, let me help you.
My only consolation. Very soon youth will be older and they will face their youth. With it will be the very small print that they cannot read.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Living in Prince William County, VA and Northern VA – National Book Festival 2011
I have been living in Prince William County, VA (PWC) for 3 months and thoroughly enjoying it. One of the most important quality of life issues I look at is cultural and educational opportunities that are close by. Washington DC and the surrounding area offer so much and it is practically free. Let me give you an example.
First, a geographic orientation. PWC is approximately 30 miles west from Washington DC, the Capitol Mall, the Washington Monument and the Smithsonian Museum. I-66 takes you right into the city.
Second, transportation costs. It can be very cost effective. I drive to the Fairfax/Vienna Metro station. It is about 18 miles and I ride the train right to the Smithsonian Museum and Capital Mall It is a $6 round trip. Fares are reduced during the weekend and holidays. For my Facebook friends and Twitter followers at Harben_eco_dev, you know I was posting updates on the ride, both ways. It sure beats traffic and looking for parking. As you recall, earlier I wrote that I like events that are close by. Please note, I left my home at 1:45 PM and returned at 6:45 PM.
Today I went to the National Book Festival 2011 sponsored by the Library of Congress. It covers two days. Over 100 authors, poets and illustrators attend. The festival has six author pavilions. Each one has well known authors speak. The pavilions showcasing authors were Children, Contemporary Life, Fiction and Mystery, History and Biography, Poetry and Prose, and Teens.
Other pavilions were the PBS (lots of kid activities highlighted), Library of Congress, Family Storytelling, Let’s Read America Pavilion, and the Pavilion of the States.
C-SPAN has a live broadcast all day both days. The correspondents interviewed history and contemporary authors, and biographers all day. It might be on a pavilion, on the C-SPAN temporary studio or on the mall.
The author I went to hear were:
Dr. Amy Chua, Tiger Mom
Edmund Morris, Colonel Roosevelt
Both spoke to a standing room only, easily over 200 people listened to each one. From what I could see, all the pavilions were like that, standing room only. It was educational and entertaining. Dr. Chua’s stories about her daughters were so funny and I could relate on so many levels. What is it about the second born kids? That is a different post.
I think I saw thousands of people walking the mall and enjoying the various authors at the pavilions and the chance to get an autographed book. It was so professionally executed. The number of volunteers was mind boggling, led by the Junior League of Washington, DC. They were everywhere and so helpful.
Perhaps most pleasing was the emphasis on reading, and the effort to make it enjoyable. When you look at the numerous pavilions, you instantly recognize the rich and vibrant variety in writing and the skilled authors we celebrate over these two days. This kind of festival is replicated all over the U.S.
Most of the people I saw were 30 years or older. I did sit next to a student at a local university who came to listen to Dr. Chua, but she attended because she read a different Chua book for class. She also dragged her boyfriend along.
Today I think reading has so many competing interests. Most of all, unlike almost every other activity our kids are involved in, reading is truly solitary. In todays connected world, it makes it that much more challenging.
However, for these two days, we take stock of the talented authors and the joy of reading at the National Book Festival.
The first pic is Dr. Amy Chua and me. She was so gracious. The second pic is Mr. Edmund Morris and me.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Memories of High School Physical Education Classes
I love Facebook. It allows you to catch up with old high school acquaintances and friends. You get to learn a lot about their past, their careers, their kids, their interests. You get the idea.
One of my high school acquaintances recently friended me on Facebook. We went to high school in Midland, TX. She teaches physical education in Texas. Or as commonly known as PE. I recall her as a very kind and intelligent lady and I think she was a cheerleader.
After she told me what she did, it made me think of the PE teachers I had in junior and high school.
First, let me start with an admission. I was not athletic in high school, just ask my family, friends, anybody who has seen me dance. I was uncoordinated and somewhat clumsy. In fact, even today I am not athletic.
Apparently in my family, starting with my father, athletic skills skip a generation. My sister is the exception to the rule. Athletics were challenging and I was never good. When teams for any sports activity were picked, I was among the last selected. And I do mean every team sport, even tennis doubles.
Now realize, I am not talking about organized sports or other activities. I am referring to that 45 minute or hour class every day. A couple of the coaches I had appeared to think if you were not athletic it was your fault and you should work harder. One coach’s last name started with N.
I look back now and I think embarrassing or intimidating students is the wrong approach. As is an overbearing attitude. An example? Yes, I recall an overweight high school student that the coach always made play on the skins side when we played shirts and skins. It was unfair to him. I suspect he was trying to motivate the student to get into better physical shape, but I think the coach simply embarrassed him.
In one respect, I think it is a show of concern. But, the method could be more damaging.
This kind of bullying and attitude turned me off athletics completely. It was not until college that I started to play football and other sports with fellow students. Yes, I had not improved much, if at all. And yes, I was still among the last to be chosen, but at that point it bothered me far less. I just had fun.
Of course I have had some really good PE teachers in junior and high school. They did not single out a student because they were uncoordinated or overweight. They made the class fun for those of us that who are not gifted. They made sure the teams were fair. Most importantly when they could and the opportunity presented itself, they used it as a teaching moment. I think my old high school acquaintance now teaching PE is of this mold. And I suspect that her students are fortunate.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
My First Trip to COSTCO
Today was my first trip to COSTCO. One of the advantages of living in Prince William County is the choice of warehouse shopping.
I have never been to COSTCO. Everyplace I have lived did not have one. Of course I read about the company from time to time in various business magazines.
For my Southern friends, it is like a Sam’s Club. Interesting points, COSTCO started in Washington state, Sam's in Arkansas. COSTCO's predecessor was Price Club. I vaguely recall reading about Price Club years ago.
I enjoyed it my first trip. COSTCO was much bigger than I thought it would be. This COSTCO is located in a suburban setting; it is surrounded by green grass and has an attractive entrance. Of course it has its own traffic light. It does not have the appearance of a new building built on the outskirts of a mall, in fact it is not close to a mall.
Much to my surprise, COSTCO is the largest membership warehouse chain in the United States. The last count had membership at 55,000,001. Of course just like Sam’s, you cannot get out without paying a lot for a lot of products. You need really big carts. In fact, everything is bigger. I am reminded of eating lunch at McDonalds and getting the infamous question, "Can I supersize that for you?" COSTCO is already supersized (see photo at end of post).
Yes, enough toilet paper, tea, and tuna to keep me going for a few weeks. A box of cereal will last a month.
As an avid salad consumer, I was very impressed with the quality of the produce and the selection of fruit. The fresh produce is in a cold room, not on a cold shelf. I suspect that keeps it fresher longer.
These days I do not buy chips, cheese, dip or other foods. Good thing too, I think I would be depressed if I really took the time to figure out exactly what one serving is. And of course the bags are huge!
To this day I love to see what people buy. Sometimes you can tell when it is a big football weekend or stocking up for a birthday party for a kid. You can also tell when someone is craving liquids or something salty. COSTCO offers all kinds of products and services, like smart phones, wide screen TVs, computers, insurance, excercise equipment, office supplies, check printing, etc. It is mind boggling. I found the associates very helpful and knowledgeable. I am looking forward to future trips to the warehouse, perhaps once a month.
An Industrialist and Public Servant Passes
For political history buffs and junkies, it was announced today that former Senator Charles (Chuck) Percy died. Most of the obituaries I read glossed over what I thought were the most important parts of his life. First, he was a self-made industrialist. His family suffered like so many others during the depression. His mother had a young Chuck Percy sell sugar cookies door to door. While attending school he held several jobs. His determination and drive caught the eye of Joseph McNabb, the president of Bell and Howell. Bell and Howell in the 30s was a small company that manufactured cameras.
Sen. Percy started working for the company in the early 40s, left to serve in the Navy during World War II and returned in 1945. He became president in 1949, just shy of the 30th birthday.
Bell and Howell prospered under his 15 year tenure as president. Sales increased 32 fold, employment 12 fold and the company was listed on the New York Stock Exchange. He subsequently earned millions in stock and salary.
In the 50s and 60s he served in various appointed positions within the GOP. In 1964 he ran for governor of Illinois, he lost in the Johnson landslide. Undeterred, he ran for Senate in 1966. He won that race. He went on to win two more terms, but was defeated for reelection in 1984.
Most of the rest you can read in various obits. What is missed or should get more emphasis is:
· He was called a liberal republican. I disagree. On social issues he was more of a libertarian. On economic issues, he had faith in the free market. After all, he was a very successful businessman and self-made and millionaire. He understood every aspect of manufacturing. He was no fan of regulation.
· He had a deep baritone voice. He could and would laugh at himself.
· He became chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee in 1981. He hired a non-political staff and believed that foreign policy was not a partisan issue.
· When he was responsible for recommending U.S. Attorneys, he took it very seriously and suggested highly competent individuals. Several of his choices went on to conduct serious corruption investigations resulting in convictions and jail time.
· He called for an independent counsel to investigate Watergate. His reason was the White House could not be necessarily trusted to investigate itself. He was right. As a result, President Nixon added him to the famous “enemies” list.
· In a couple of Senate oral histories, people consistently commented on how thoughtful Sen. Percy was as an individual. He was kind and courteous.
· Finally, he was a devout Christian Scientist. He did not drink or smoke. He would attend cocktail and other parties, but he did not touch alcohol.
A previous post noted that former Senator Mark Hatfield died. They were both elected in 1966. Both had unique backgrounds. Senator Hatfield was an educator. Senator Percy was a successful and self-made business man. In addition, Senator Percy made his fortune in manufacturing. We need more people with his background, individuals that understand markets, hiring, and creating wealth. Senator Percy, your unique expertise was and will be missed.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Entrepreneurs and Incubators
My previous post was about skilled craftsmen, entrepreneurial efforts and to a lesser extent, incubators. Today I was reading Fortune on my Kindle and ran across an article about an innovative incubator in New York City. It is called the General Assembly (catchy name) and is operated by the city’s department of economic development. An excerpt from the city website:
In the heart of the Flatiron District, at Broadway and 20th Street, is General Assembly—a co-working space for design and technology entrepreneurs. Complete with classrooms, break-out spaces, library, top-notch media facility, a kitchen and more, General Assembly is designed to create community and promote the collaborative exchange of ideas among New York City’s premier entrepreneurs. General Assembly will offer regular educational programming open to the public as well as access to affordable workspace.
General Assembly has the following facilities and amenities:
· Shared work areas for tenants
· Seminar rooms
· Media facility
· 35-person classroom
· Event space for up to 200 people
· Library
· Bike storage and lockers
· Mailroom
· Kitchen and bar
General Assembly will engage users through three levels of support: 1) Provide educational courses on technology and business which are open to the general public; 2) Enable 24/7 access to the campus for invited “communal members,” who are serial entrepreneurs; and 3) Act as a home base for NYC startups who are based full-time in the space.
Even the website speaks to entrepreneurs with new ideas, products and services.
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