Absurdities 4

I have a lingering collection of things that I have stumbled across in my travels and daily life that have made me laugh or shake my head whilst uttering expressions such as, "What has this world come to?". In this series I share the absurdities with you. Enjoy.

• At the main entrance to my building at work one needs to use the center doors to enter. However, one is not allowed to use the center doors.
  

• Should I spring for the next day shipping or not? I guess if saving one freakin' day is worth my daughter's college fund.
  

• The scoreboard from the Patriots/Bears game a few weeks ago shows you the definition of domination.
  

• When setting up a pit-type trap, one must use the right bait to have a hope of capturing one's desired quarry. See if you can match the bait at the right with the following quarries: 1). Scientist, 2). Bengal tiger, 3). Politician, 4). Nerd.
  

Infinity Blade Redemption

The second story in Brandon Sanderson's Infinity Blade world is the novella Infinity Blade Redemption, which follows the story shortly after it ended in the novella Infinity Blade Awakening. There we met Siris, a young warrior who had been trained by his people with the single purpose to battle the oppressive God King and to die in that battle against the immortal being. However, the battle ensued and, confoundingly, Siris did not die. In fact, he seemed to have slayed the God King. Ultimately, Siris understood that the God King was truly immortal. When he body shell was destroyed, he simply regenerated into a spare shell. Siris, who had been bred to despise the God King and all of the deathless souls of the land, soon comes to understand through his companion Ida, who had tried to kill him several times in the past and actually succeeded once, that he too is one of the deathless. However, he seems to be of a different ilk. A deathless with a conscience and a cause.

Alternated with this story arc, we come to understand a bit about the origins of the world of the Infinity Blade. How it was created by a megalomanical madman, a technological genius who wiped away most of humanity for no other reason but to get his kicks. To play God and savor the sweet taste of absolute control. Creation and destruction completely at his whim. Ultimately we see a strange and unlikely alliance between Siris and the God King as they are forced to join forces to stop the truly all-powerful being called The Worker. Along the way, he who was once the hero and defender now becomes the scourge and he who was the scourge becomes the hero and defender. Ultimately we see a lost soul who finds redemption. A great narrative that was left ripe for future development. Sanderson states in the acknowledgements that he looks forward to further development of this world.

Thanksgiving 2015

I hope that everyone can find some time to appreciate the blessings that they have in their lives. Happy Thanksgiving to all of my online friends.

Ghost Town

The day before Thanksgiving and the parking lot where I work is a ghost town, replete with honest-to-goodness tumbleweeds blowing hither and yon. What is normally a bustling, packed house, is down to barest bones. For me, like many others, Thursday and Friday of this week are holidays, and thus the next four days amount to one of the longer breaks from work that most folks will get to enjoy. Many have bugged out for travel or just decided to get a head start on the time away. Up and down my hallway, the doors are closed and all of my usual Wednesday meetings are cancelled. If you have ever seen the chilling 1971 film The Andromeda Strain, that provides a good basis for the feel around this place. What just a short time ago was bustling with people, with activity, is suddenly wholly and oddly quiet. Yet what contributes to the eeriness more than anything for me is the following Peanuts cartoon that I stumbled across recently. Does this mean that Woodstock is an avian cannibal? Is it possible, and I do hope so with all of my being, that the bird depicted is actually a tofurkey?

Quick Hits 50

Sometimes I hear an utterance or catch a quick visual of something that sticks in my mind. As this sensory input rolls about in my head, several different outcomes are possible. It might be the case that after a moment of consideration, the input is deleted as uninteresting, trivial, or too much for me to deal with. However, another possible outcome is that the input keeps demanding my attention. It somehow wants me to wrestle with it and give it more than just a passing notice. In such cases, they can end up here, in my blog series called Quick Hits.

With religion strongly at the heart of conflict among people, I wonder if it wouldn't just be better if all religions just disappeared altogether. I wonder too how long it would take for us to come up with something else to kill each other over.

What do you think?

Scandal

A colleague of mine was recently fired from his job amongst a cloud of scandal. Shortly after this occurred, rumors were being bandied about in clipped and hushed tones in hallway conversations and water cooler gatherings. While I saw some concerned faces, more often than not, the folks who I came across who were talking about this occurrence were yuking it up in salacious tones. In my younger days, I would definitely have been found amongst the gossips throwing dry grass upon the existing flame. However, as I have gotten older, I have come to much better appreciate that I have more than a few skeletons in my own closet. If any of these ever came to light, I shudder to think how I would be treated. Failures, poor choices, and sinful acts that would definitely set tongues to wagging and fingers to pointing. It sure would be good to think that if I was found out, folks would respond to my own shortcomings with grace. I would wager that I am not the only one with darker secrets that I would not come to be found out. In fact, I can say with some certainty, that all of us could say the same thing.

Why then is our first instinct to dog pile on someone who is already down? What it is about human nature that loves to gossip and talk up the failures of others knowing that we have suffered through our own failures? Why do we find such mirth in the fall of others, even those who we would consider our friends? Even when folks don't know the full set of facts, they are more than happy to fill in the gaps with their own dark theories. It is so easy to think the worst of others and to make their failures and their fall into a fountain of jokes and crass remarks. Don't they appreciate that as folks lives are broken apart, even if it is because of their own poor choices, that they are not the only ones affected? There are families involved who have lost the income of their breadwinner. There are spouses whose mate has betrayed them. There are children who relationships with their parents could be forever affected. There are no winners in such messes and this is most certainly not a game or a show for our entertainment.

Infinity Blade Awakening

My latest read from author Brandon Sanderson was his novella Infinity Blade Awakening. This story was borne out of a video game and its narrative definitely carries that sort of feel to it. Kind of like an adventure in the vein of The Legend of Zelda. The story follows Siris, a young man whose entire life has been set out for him by his people. He was raised to be "the sacrifice", a warrior who was destined when he came of age to go and fight the God King, just as all of the men of his lineage had done for centuries. Although the God King was immortal and presumable all-powerful, the men in Siris' line still went off to fight in an attempt to win the freedom of their people. The God King had a long history of oppressing the people and requiring them to pay exhorbitant taxes. This rite of raising a sacrifice to go off and battle the God King was the one act of rebellion of the people that was within their power.

Siris trains his entire life and goes off to fulfill his destiny. To battle the God King valiantly and to die. However, when the fated battle comes, he does not fall, and instead slays the God King. When he claims the Infinity Blade and returns to his people, he is stunned not to be welcomed as a hero. Instead he is shunned and forced to leave the village. The people are terrified that the other Deathless of the land will seek out Siris and exact their revenge.

As Siris wanders the land trying to figure out what to do next, he meets up with a beautiful lady named Ida. Ultimately Ida turns out to be an assassin after the prized Infinity Blade. She knows something about its power and something about who Siris truly is. Siris thwarts Ida's plan and they become oddly paired allies. Siris comes to develop a plan to find the legendary forger of the Infinity Blade, a weapon designed to kill the Deathless and free the people. However, before he gets too far in his quest he finds out that the God King isn't as dead as he had thought. Ida's plan to save Siris from the clutches of the God King is to put a crossbow bolt through his forehead. Strangely enough, her plot works and sets Siris free to continue his quest.

A fun story to dive into. Now onto part two, Infinity Blade Redemption.

Teflon Don

I have been kicking around an idea for a post on how we react to criticism. This is a topic that I have written about several times in the past, usually correlated to when I see the different ways folks respond when they are on the receiving end of some negative feedback. Whenever I am the target of harsh words, I tend to shrink back because they are usually delivered in a combative manner and I very much dislike conflict. However, I have several friends whose skin seems to be made of Teflon. No matter what gets thrown at them, no matter how petty, how vindictive, or even how true, they seem to give better than they get and walk away from the encounter with their mind clear and their pulse at absolutely normal levels.

In a recent Sunday sermon, my pastor spoke about why we react to criticism the way that we do and why some of us take it so badly. He believes that we tend to take criticism so personally and let it affect us as deeply as we do because we believe, in whole or in part, the truth of what was said. That is what it means to take things personally. However, oftentimes many of us react to all criticism in the same manner regardless of what is said or who says it, namely, we let it eat at us until it impacts our whole demeanor.

There was an episode of Seinfeld that illustrates my point. Elaine was trying to get a reaction from a man who had a reputation for personal attacks that went right to the bone. He told her simply, "You've got a big head." Upon hearing this she was far from impressed. She laughed in his face, "That's all you've got?" Yet slowly but surely his words sunk and slithered their way into her mind until all she could see when looking in the mirror was a walking candy apple.

Of course, sometimes criticism is necessary for our own safety and for reproval. However, I am more interested in how we respond to nasty, negative, personal hate missiles that are so often lobbed our way. Whether we believe the truth in what is said or not, we need to work to develop a more effective filter when hearing the words of others. A filter tuned to allow us to pull out any truth even in the most vicious verbal blows of others, to act on it in a positive manner, and to let the rest go.

Observations 115

My occasional blog series "Observations" was created to be an outlet to share a variety of topics that pop into my field of view as a result of a condition that many bloggers are afflicted with known as "blogger's eyes". In this state we view the world on the constant look-out for topics on which to write about. Today's blog came about from random odds 'n ends of things that I have noticed over the past few weeks.

• All of my utility companies send their monthly statements to me with lots of bold-faced type about "going green". Yet the statements are full of ad inserts that have nothing to do with my bill and which are printed on glossy paper that is not recycleable. Hmmm, maybe they don't truly appreciate what "going green" really means.
  
• At my lab they organize weekly lunch time "pizza seminars" for the local graduate students and postdocs. My guess is that given people's intense love of pizza, they could have speakers talking about a pictorial review of explosive diarrhea syndrome or bovine spongiform encephalopathy and the room would still be full.
  
• "If there's something from your past that you are holding onto, there's a great chance you haven't attached yourself to something new in your present or towards your future." ... "As long as you are exposing yourself to whatever that past is, it's going to be really hard to let it go." Rob Shepherd on getting over past relationships.
  
• Since I have lived in my current house, the property across the street has changed hands three times. However, each owner has held to the same habit of washing their cars each and every weekend. I wonder what the chamois specifics are of their mortgages.
  
• In a crowd entering into a public building, I overheard a snippet from a woman harshly talking down to a parking attendant, "Do I look like I enjoy walking?". The man next to me and I both looked back and saw a substantially overweight woman. He turned to me and said, "Well, I suppose not."
  

Quick Hits 49

Sometimes I hear an utterance or catch a quick visual of something that sticks in my mind. As this sensory input rolls about in my head, several different outcomes are possible. It might be the case that after a moment of consideration, the input is deleted as uninteresting, trivial, or too much for me to deal with. However, another possible outcome is that the input keeps demanding my attention. It somehow wants me to wrestle with it and give it more than just a passing notice. In such cases, they can end up here, in my blog series called Quick Hits.

Have you ever read a book that caused a lasting change in how you live your life? Folks might be tempted to answer "the Bible", but that is not what I am after. If the book was fiction, what was it that brought about the change?

What do you think?

Broken World

A week doesn't go by without some new story of men slaughtering other men for reasons political, religious, racial, cultural, and untold. Terrorist cells are holed up in every corner of our world scheming their schemes and toasting each and every innocent their murder. What have we become? Depravity, wickedness, and bloodlust seem to mark us as a species.

I struggled to make sense of the tragic events in France last week and a simple set of lyrics spoke to me as the truth we all need to hear. Lyrics written in 1965 by Hal David. Truer now than every before.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love
No, not just for some but for everyone

Lord, we don't need another mountain
There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb
There are oceans and rivers enough to cross
Enough to last 'till the end of time

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love
No, not just for some but for everyone

Lord, we don't need another meadow
There are cornfields and wheat fields enough to grow
There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine
Oh, listen, lord, if you want to know

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of

Friday Two-fer

With the possession of an e-reader I am now able to access works that are only available in electronic format. A number of authors tend to publish novellas as ebooks when they are not planned for paper release. On a recent trip I left my physical books behind and instead packed only my Nook. For that trip, I loaded up a number of novellas and today I wanted to share two that I really enjoyed from one of my favorite authors, Brandon Sanderson.

In Sixth of the Dusk Sanderson has created a fully developed world whose sights and sounds and smells filled my imagination. He was able in short order to pull me in completely. The setting is an isolated archipelago. On the seemingly unapproachable Patji, a trapper has laid claim to serve the god that inhabits the island. Dusk is a young man whose life is steeped in tradition, one that leads him to show great respect to nature and her power. Over many years and many adventures, he has come to understand a great secret of his secluded home. The birds of Patji are born with special gifts that bestow powers to the humans that bond with them. To Dusk's horror, a company has come onto his pristine island with their destruction, their steel, their noise, all with the purpose of claiming every last magical bird. Dusk has no clue how to protect Patji from the encroachment, when he finds the young lady Vahti of the outsiders has stumbled into his camp. Headstrong and sure of herself, he must convince her of what is at stake.

In Perfect State, we find a story that in some ways is quite derivative. It has some central elements in common with The Matrix. Humanity is controlled by some external force that keeps them in stasis, existing only within dream worlds in which they fulfill a role that has been prepared for them by their keepers. In the statis there are only very few humans. In fact, nearly all of the people are programmed beings. The actual humans turn out to be the leaders of their different worlds. When they have solved all of the problems or trials laid out for them, new conflicts are allowed. In time, these "liveborns" are brought into direct conflict with each other. In this story, Kai, the leader of a medieval kingdom of sorts spends most of his time trying to manage his kingdom and deal with the attacks of his nemesis, a liveborn named Melhi. One day Kai receives word from the keepers that he must chose another liveborn with which to mate. These instructions cannot be ignored as this process is necessary to create other new liveborns to insert into the system. Kai despises the role he is forced into and those who control him. In frustration he chooses the woman on the list who he is least compatible with. Sophie ultimately breaks his heart and twists his mind.

Observations 114

My occasional blog series "Observations" was created to be an outlet to share a variety of topics that pop into my field of view as a result of a condition that many bloggers are afflicted with known as "blogger's eyes". In this state we view the world on the constant look-out for topics on which to write about. Today's blog came about from random odds 'n ends of things that I have noticed over the past few weeks.

• After a band goes on a farewell tour, I don't think they should be allowed to release another new album just a short while later and then go out on another tour to support that release. I think this is a bigger political issue than whether betting on fantasy sports leagues constitutes gambling or not.
  
• Here is the epitome of a 21st century news headline, "Couple seeks right to marry. The hitch? They're legally father and son." (This was featured on CNN the other day.)
  
• If I state my opinion and am lambasted as a fool, how come if a person with a British accent says the exact same thing after me, they are lauded?
  
• I love it when unseasonably warm weather returns in the fall after the cooler temperatures have seemingly moved in to stay.
  
• Want to hear a great nickname? English soccer player Fitz Hall is called "One Size".
  

Veterans Day 2015

Today is likely to be just another day for many of us. We got up at the same time as usual, headed off to work to labor for our 8 hours, and will go home and prepare to do it all again tomorrow. However, today is a day set aside to honor those who have served in one of our Armed Services (Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard). This is a day to recognize those that have served time protecting this country and advancing its world-wide agenda. Today I offer my humble thanks for the valuable contributions of our veterans.

If

The latest devotional by pastor Mark Batterson is entitled If, Trading Your If Only Regrets for God's What If Possibilities. This book was written to get us to recognize that dwelling on our past failures and misses while clinging tightly to "If only I had ..." is keeping us from living our life in full. Only by setting aside our "If only ..." miseries can we hope to fully embrace the life that God would have for us. Weighing in at nearly 300 pages, this is notably the longest of Batterson's books, but from start to finish, it is typical Batterson. It is chock full of his usual energetic and clever word play and his illustrative anecdotes. Full of "rah rah" encouragement, but essentially devoid of any practical, concrete suggestions for actually moving from "If Only" to "What If".

The book is divided up into 30 chapters, each designed to be part of a daily devotional. I kind of thought of each chapter as a daily pep talk more than anything. A way to get my mind right and to dispel any cloud of negativity lingering about me. As I considered how I would approach this review, I thought to list some of the topics included in the different chapters, but this book was not really written with each chapter covering a different topic. In fact, if the subsections that made up each chapter were randomly shuffled and then reassembled into new chapters, the book would not read all that differently. Essentially this was just a collection of easily digestible chapters all based on the same theme of letting go of the past and focusing on what God would have us do.

Certainly nothing here was new or profound, and nothing "stuck" with me after I finished the last page and closed the book cover. However, it was still an enjoyable read and it fulfilled its purpose of keeping me more focused on God during my time with it.

In the News 19

While I have not touched an actual newspaper in some time, I do skim through the online news headlines each day. There is always something that catches my attention, whether it involves human conflict, a human interest piece, the sports wrap, or just the usual absurdities. In this series, I carve out a space for my opinions, reminiscences, or comments.

Bengazi Hearings - Hillary Clinton was put through nearly 12 hours of questions on October 22, 2015 regarding her role in an attack on a U.S. diplomatic compound in Bengazi, Libya that occurred back in 2012. The grilling involved questions of "What did she know?", "When did she know it?", and "Was she responsible for the security lapses that allowed the attack to occur?". As the U.S. Secretary of State at the time of the attack, some felt Clinton should be responsible for the failure of the State Department to act on threat warnings and requests for increased security by the U.S. Libyan ambassador who died in the attack. Regardless of Clinton's role in this affair, the hearings were clearly a witch hunt by Republicans who were trying to hurt her candidacy for president when it came out that they were purposefully saving some of their most salacious questioning until prime time hours when viewership on the news networks would reach its peak. U.S. politics as usual.

Metrojet 9268 - On October 31, 2015 a jet carrying 224 people crashed in northern Egypt killing all aboard. Most of the passengers were Russian tourists who had just spent a week vacationing on the Sinai peninsula. It is believed at the current time that a terrorist group infiltrated the airport where the flight originated and planted a bomb aboard the plane. In the aftermath of the disaster, politicians played their political games and governments huffed and puffed as usual. At the end of it all, however, 224 innocent lives were taken, caught in the usual grip of humanity killing humanity for reasons I am sure none of the passengers had ever given a moment of thought to. All the while the terrorists sit toasting their victory.

Shadows for Silence

My regular readers will understand my appreciation for the talents of author Brandon Sanderson based solely on the number of his books that I have reviewed in the past couple of years. My most recent Sanderson read was actually a novella that started with a request for a contribution to an anthology being put together by George R.R. Martin focused on "Dangerous Women". Sanderson wanted to contribute a piece that he had already roughed out. However, he finally decided to go back to the drawing board and create something entirely new. He decided that writing about a powerful and cunning female warrior was a bit expected, a bit too formulaic, a bit too easy. Instead he labored to craft a story about a dangerous woman of a different sort. The result was Shadows for Silence.

Silence Fontane is the owner of a waypoint, a safe haven located within a zone known as the Forests of Hell. Silence, an elderly woman of two small children, makes end meet from her rewards as a bounty hunter. Within the Forests exists a gallery of rogues and ne'er-do-wells who believe that they are above the reach of law. Silence is a killer of killers who survives amongst this lot by carefully hiding what she does. A kindly tavern maid by day and a clever and ruthless killer of killers at night. A woman who is at once motherly and cold. Her role as a bounty hunter is something of a family tradition, a role that she was groomed to take on in some ways.

The Forests are an inhospitable frontier where the humans coexist among supernatural evil beings known as shades. Creatures benign in some ways and entirely destructive in other ways. Silence holds onto a tenuous equilibrium doing what she must to survive and maybe even exact a bit of justice.

Quick Hits 48

Sometimes I hear an utterance or catch a quick visual of something that sticks in my mind. As this sensory input rolls about in my head, several different outcomes are possible. It might be the case that after a moment of consideration, the input is deleted as uninteresting, trivial, or too much for me to deal with. However, another possible outcome is that the input keeps demanding my attention. It somehow wants me to wrestle with it and give it more than just a passing notice. In such cases, they can end up here, in my blog series called Quick Hits.

If you saw someone shoplifting in a store, would you call them out, report them to a store employee, or just ignore this as none of your business?

What do you think?

Observations 113

My occasional blog series "Observations" was created to be an outlet to share a variety of topics that pop into my field of view as a result of a condition that many bloggers are afflicted with known as "blogger's eyes". In this state we view the world on the constant look-out for topics on which to write about. Today's blog came about from random odds 'n ends of things that I have noticed over the past few weeks.

• From my experience, squirting nasal saline mist up one's nose must be a lot like waterboarding.
  
• There has been a lot of furor in social media over Adele's use of a "flip phone" in her recent music video for the song "Hello". I guess because the flip phone is an antique, like the phones that our forefathers once used in the days of yore ... or like I still use today. Hello?
  
• I always chuckle when professional athletes get a huge tattoo of their team's name or their jersey number only to be traded away to another team and have to wear another number.
  
• Also, another thing about tattoos, did you ever notice that after even a short while, they no longer look like anything distinct. They just look like a blotchy ink stain? Go figure.
  
• I know that I am going to sound like an oldster with this observation, but how do people stand driving those cars with the loud "vroom vroom" mufflers? The sound hurts my ears three car lengths away. How does the car's driver enjoy listening to his classical music station in the midst of that racket?
  

Ears That Don't Hear

I was at a conference recently as part of my work. The standard format for these types of gatherings is to organize each day into a number of sessions, each with several related presentations. After each speaker gives a talk, there is a time for the audience to ask questions before the next speaker gives their talk. During this conference a very telling statement was uttered by a speaker in response to a question after his talk:

"I don't understand what you said, but I disagree with your point."

While this elicited a round of chuckles from the room, I found the statement noteworthy enough to jot down in my journal. I think that this statement resonated with me because it is a statement that marks our times in so many different ways. Social media and online forums are riddled through from warp to weft with vicious and malignant responses to news stories, opinion pieces, and status updates from folks who seem to go out of their way to look for conflict and to stir hate. In many cases it seems that folks turn their flaming guns on others without taking even a moment to consider their words in more than the most cursory of ways. They skim an article and then they lace into the author with such vitroil and vehemence that I can only imagine that they are typing with their hair on fire. Innocent and innocous Twitter posts result in Level 10 responses to a Level 1 offering. The common denominator is that folks are quick to disagree and even quicker to go on the attack when they really do not understand in any way what was said.

The late author Stephen Covey said:

"Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply."

Are our replies so short-sighted because we are not patient to hear another out, because we are too dull to follow an argument, or because we like to call attention to ourselves in grand displays? I actually think that many of us respond in such a manner because we are conditioned to be contrary. In this regard the Chinese philospher Confucius urged that,

"When we see men of a contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves."

I find that advice to be wise and game changing if we could just somehow embrace it.

... Sigh

The average moth has a life span on the order of a week. 7 days. 168 hours. It really amounts to little more than the blink of an eye. Here one moment, dust the next. Yet recently I came home to notice a moth on the window pane next to my front door. Over the course of the next several days I came home to find it in exactly the same spot. Finally, I noted it was gone and I thought that it finally fluttered off and away. However, a closer inspection of the area and I found the same moth dead on the ground beneath the window. It had its life to live and for some reason it chose to alight in one spot and stay there until it expired. I couldn't help but think that it had wasted its existence.

It didn't take me long to bridge my thoughts from that poor moth to my own life. I too fall into ruts and patterns that find me in the same place at the same time each day. Anyone who might observe me might think my existence is little different from that poor moth. They might just walk away shaking their head thinking that I am wasting my existence. ... Sigh.

I thought a bit about the book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller. The basis of this work was that several years earlier Miller had released a best seller and he lived with the high of increased attention, increased publicity, and increased money. Shortly afterwards, however, he found himself in a dark valley in his life. Sad, lonely, and depressed he spent some time thinking of life as a novel and what it takes to live a life worth reading. As he wrapped his mind about a plan, the weight and frequency of his sighs diminished rapidly.

Miller's essential nugget though was not to try to emulate someone else's story, but to find a path that excites you. When finding even a glimmer of motivation to flutter away from that window pane, who knows to where the wind will take you.