Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Randomizer (Series I Volume VI)

- Home teaching is a very underrated calling. Many people, myself included, take it for granted and treat it like a monthly obligation. We teach two people who have changed my mind and helped me realize its potential. Both men are single, live alone, and have various issues that have kept them from church attendance. But both men openly embrace our visits and look forward to being able to converse with someone. It's such a small gesture on our part, but they really appreciate it. Last night we dropped by some holiday treats to them and we received the most gracious thank yous I have witnessed in a long time. It's amazing how the littlest things can have the biggest impact.

- I have been able to learn alot of things in my life. One of the most valuable truths that I have learned is that I probably won't learn everything during my stay on earth. Opinions are rarely fixed and absolute, but evolving according to study and thought. I am around a couple of people, at work and church, who have strong opinions about everything. I don't mind that, but it does bother me when they presume their opinion is truth. Nothing annoys me more then getting involved in a conversation with this type of person. The dialogue soon becomes one sided and I get preached to about one subject or the next. Oftentimes some simple questioning, a la the Socratic method, reveals the shallowness of their comprehension, other times I just gradually tune out. Is it so wrong to say "I don't know?" or "I am still studying that topic" instead of "This is how it should be!"?

Friday, December 17, 2004

Randomizer (Series I Volume V)

- I never really understood the popular imagery surrounding roses until the other morning when I was gardening. Man, I really pricked myself while trying do some pruning. Such a beautiful plant, such a painful prick....maybe I should write a song about it.

- It would be really cool to travel back into time and see how correct or incorrect our traditional notions are of certain things. What if the "wild west" really wasn't that wild or what if Helen of Troy was really just an average looking girl or what if the Knights Templar were just a group of guys who needed some time away from their wives so they could drink. There is a giant grey void that seperates factual history from popular romanticism, it would be fun to bridge the span and get the real picture. But then again, some of those embellishments and mysteries are what makes history such a fun subject to study.


Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Of All Things Wassail

The other day I was shopping at the local market. It's unique and healthy items have earned our patronage, unfortunately it has also earned the accolades of many other people. While waiting in an insanely long line, 25 minutes by my count, I started to think..."Is this fancy olive oil and hormone free corn fed angus beef that I have in my cart worth this kind of wait?" It only took a second before I determined that it didn't.
It also invoked a quirky yet accurate theory and formula that was devised by a close friend a few years ago while observing similar circumstances. It became known as the Wassail Factor.

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Simply put, the Wassail formula measures the true worth of a product, event, or trend by dividing its perceived or given value by its actual value. Like the warm cider from which it is named, this formula takes into account some of the unnecessary baggage associated with many popular things.

(The value that is assigned to X by public)/(The actual worth of X)= Wassail

For example, while we love our local market(Trader Joes) we do not feel that the value derived from shopping there is worth the wait and insane crowds. The wassail factor would most likely be greater then one, something not good. The same can be said about things like Cafe Rio, the latest successful sports franchise, or RadioHead. All of these things, by themselves, are great but they can begin to lose value once their popularity and associated baggage begins to weigh them down.
The ideal scenario involves finding something that brings great value but does not carry the weight of Wassail, one that would measure at 1 or less. This would allow you to enjoy the fruits of the product without having to deal with the unnecessary attention and crowds so commonly associated with products with a high wassail factor.




Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Well it happened...

Tonight Shelley and I completed a very important rite of passage within the Mormon community. We sat through our first multilevel marketing sales pitch from a couple of ward members. This event typically takes place after the mission, marriage, and home ownership. The solicitors will use tactics and techniques once employed as missionaries and will even testify of the program and how it gives them the financial freedom to focus on other more righteous causes.
The meeting goes something like this, regardless of whether or not its Quixtar, Amway, or Equinox. 1. An overblown and dramatic pitch on the value of taking control of your life and breaking the shackles of normal employment to become empowered as your own boss. Who wouldn't want that? Stories and testimonies abound about how their friend was once living in poverty but since they have discovered program xx they have a six figure income and vacation in the Caymans. 2. The vague program overview, describing how you make the money. 3. There might be mention of the actual product that you are pushing. 4. They might even drop the name of the company. 5. Strong sales close and more bearing of testimonies.
These schemes make me hesitant because the emphasis is on the program and not the actual product. You never hear about how great this product is that you will be selling. All you get is talk about how wealthy you will be once you have 15 people working under you. Meanwhile no one actually sees the product and it languishes in the basement of the guy at the bottom of the pecking order. Its the program they push, the product is inconsequential.
Anyways, the meeting went better then I expected. I was very hesitant and put up a wall of resistance. These two ward members weren't pushy, I appreciated that. They presented the program without doing things that would jeopardize the relationship.
The evening is over and I guess I can finally feel like a part of the ward. I have spoken in sacrament meeting. I have a couple of callings. And now I have been approached with a MLM scheme. We've arrived!

Sunday, December 05, 2004

The Truth and "The Truth"

Today was fast sunday, and with it all of the bearing of the testimonies. It is a great opportunity to have your faith reaffirmed by the testimonies and convictions of others. It also exposes one of the most oft quoted phrases within the church, "I know this church is true". It's a shame that whoever created that statement can't receive a royalty everytime it is invoked.
Anyways, my intent is not to be flippant but rather try to understand that phrase. I want to understand it, especially, from the perspective of someone who isn't familar with the LDS vernacular. If I am hearing that phrase for the first time, what does it mean? Are the members reliable and trustworthy, is that what it means? It seems vague and and I think that many of us just repeat that phrase because it is easy and it is assumed that everyone understands it. It seems like it is a short cut to something more descriptive and accurate like "I am grateful to be a member of the church that was restored by Jesus Christ and contains all of his Gospel truths." Along the way between habit and description I feel many new attendees can get lost.
I also feel like this is one of the several phrases that are used in church that shield us from actual thought. Many times the "read the scriptures and pray" response is more a trite facade to ward off another question from the Sunday School teacher than an actual investigation into a spritual matter. We've all been through the sunday routine so many times that it is hard to avoid generating new discussion. I have been dealing with this myself. Many sundays the call of the leftovers in the fridge and a nice nap preclude me from actually contributing to Elders quorum discussion. This is quite damning to my progression and something I have been conscience's been working on. Church should be a wonderfully enlightening experience not a habit.

Thursday, December 02, 2004

He's not that Machiavellian after all

I've been reading the Prince lately, something I've wanted to do since my first political science class way back in high school. I always wondered if the book and its author earned all of the connotations that it's been given over the years. Well, after reading the first 13 chapters I would have to conclude that the book and Nicolo weren't as evil and conniving as all of my professors made him out to be.
I found the book to be a compilation of very astute political observations that have been recorded throughout history. These observations served as the basis for understanding human nature, particularly when it comes to obtaining and preserving power. He was merely describing what has worked and not worked concerning politics and power. I found his insights, despite their antiquity, to adequately describe what we see taking place today in the world of business, politics, and everyday life. He never overtly suggests one tactic or another, he merely describes what has worked over history and what hasn't. If anything he discouraged deceit, greed, and other adjectives usually accompany his name and works.
Anyways, the book has been a good read, if I only had the fortitude to finish Joyce's Ulysses. Books are great, it's just a struggle to get beyond the ease and convenience of TV and other distractions to get to them. Back to Seinfeld reruns.

Monday, November 22, 2004

Fists of Fury

Since it everyone else has commented on it, I thought that I would add my two cents. The event of course was the brawl and subsequent melee that took place last Friday at the Detroit-Indiana game. It would be pretty hard to avoid this one, since the event has been broadcast on every media outlet and commented on by every commentator incessantly since it took place.
I agree with the harsh penalty meted out to Artest. Granted the fans were lame but you should be able to control your own reactions. You may not be able to control anything else, so only worry about what you can control...your actions. Players have been pelted with batteries, beers, and everything else since the birth of organized sports, that's just the way it's been. If you are an athlete you know and prepare for this, you tune it out.
I also feel like the fans should pay some of the penalty. They fanned the flames and acted despicably. It becomes a lot more difficult, however, to exercise justice on the 10-15 semi anonymous people who committed these acts. Maybe you can revoke beer sales at future Detroit games. Maybe you can have Detroit forfeit a few home games. Something needs to be done to nip this kind of activity early.
Like they say, Sports is a reflection of society. It doesn't take a sociologist to point out that society is becoming more violent, more self centered, and less responsible. This didn't happen in a vacuum and we can't think that it did.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Book Learning

Ever since I have left the hallowed halls and ivory towers of academia I have sought to maintain a continual thirst for learning. It was in that spirit last week that I decided to browse amazon.com in search of some good reading. I had already created a list of books that I have always wanted to read so I naturally went to the title at the top of the list, "The Art of War".
My delight at finding the aforementioned title for only $4.99 was turned into sheer bliss when I was notified that I could get that book and book #7 on my list, "The Prince", for only $4 more. My mind raced with anticipation as I looked forward to wonderful evenings spent learning about very pertinent subjects from civilization's finest minds. No more evenings spent gloomily watching reruns on the history channel.
The next Friday I rushed home to claim my new prize, the books had arrived in the mail. I went inside and hurriedly opened up the package. I quickly pulled the copy of "The Prince" and some pocket sized pamphlet and turned the package upside down waiting for "The Art of War" to fall out. When nothing came out I reexamined the fallen contents. the pocket sized pamphlet was indeed the book! This great piece of literature had been reduced down to a 2" by 2" booklet with about 300 words. Didn't Sun Tzu write more then this? My disappointment and amazement were released in a loud chortle. I didn't decide whether this was really funny or if I had just been robbed of $5. I opted for laughter and decided to buy the book again, this time paying very close attention to the reader reviews supplied by amazon.com.
Since I don't know any Lilliputians I suppose that I will keep the book and use it as a conversation piece. Maybe I will keep it on my coffee table. Or maybe it can be kept and used by future children for usage in their doll collections. There are so many things that can be done with miniature books.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

Randomizer (Volume I Series IV)

- The other day I heard a law official on TV declare that they were going to come down on a criminal with the "full weight of the law." If I were to ever commit a crime I hope that the person prosecuting me only uses 1/4th to a 1/3rd of the law, I don't think I could handle everything.

- Last night we hosted a house warming party. It was quite stressful because we invited a very diverse and eclectic set of guests, ranging from Shelley's flamboyant gay coworker to my conservative church friends. Suprisingly the experiment worked and by the end of the evening most groups had done an admirable job socializing with one another. It almost felt like we were conducting a sociological experiment measuring the conversational results of mixing up very different people.

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

Uncertainty 2004

I, like everyone else in the U.S., is following the presidential results as they trickle in....are exit polls really this accurate? Shelley and I voted this morning. Things ran very smoothly and the whole process took 20 minutes. I am very anxious to see this day end. One, because I am sick and tired of all of the political mud that has dirtied up my living room and. Two, because I really am nervous about the outcome.
While I strongly support Bush, I am tentatively getting myself ready to accept Kerry. He just doesn't seem decisive or charismatic and he bases his stances according to the breeze. But, I would rather accept a clean defeat then have to endure two months of uncertainty. I really hope that our nation can recover from the division that has been created through this campaign.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Selena

I was just writing some interesting thoughts on Selena and my mission when I accidentally pushed the back space button. I really don't have the patience to recreate the thread, although I will say that it was hearfelt and interesting, so it will have to wait for another day. I really hate how sensitive this blog is, this is like the fourth post that I've lost.

Randomizer (Series I Volume III)

- While waiting in traffic on my way to work I couldn't help but notice the OutBack in front of me. The political atmosphere is electric and many cars support bumper stickers in support of their candidates and views, this car was no exception. One of the stickers said "No more negativity in politics!" It was right next to another sticker that said "Bush: The worst president never elected." I laughed at the irony.

- Speaking of politics, I don't understand the furor and passion displayed by Hollywood against Bush. By listening to them you would think that Bush was the devil and Kerry was an angel. Let's all sit back and realize that, politically speaking, they aren't too different. I remember quite a bit of support for Iraq. He has had a prudent view on stem-cell research. His economic policy has been widely supported by the top economists and has created some results. Sure he has his faults and has made some mistakes, but don't get all Ashton Kutcher on me and accuse him of being Hitler.

- By the way, Napolean Dynamite's little brother is a missionary assigned to our ward. I'll have to see if I can get him to draw me a picture of a liger, the coolest beast to ever roam the world.


Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Randomizer (Series I Volume II)

- I don't understand the appeal of putting french on labels. Evidently it gives the product panache and appeal...the french are supposedly the purveyors of all things cool. I can maybe understand french on beauty oriented products but I completely couldn't figure out why there needed to be french on the bag of dog food.

- Student loans are a giant labyrinth of confusing language and obscure options. I'm sure they would be alot easier to navigate if a customer service representative would take the time to explain them to me.

- Why does the media play favorites when it comes to professions? You never hear about a prominent plumber who was involved in a hit and run. The doctors and lawyers get all of the air time. Why is it worth mentioning if he was lawyer and not if he was an accountant? One more reason to generally detest the media.

- Johnny Damon is now welcome back on my favorite players list. He has redeemed himself for a horrible series with a great game 7 performance. May the heavens have mercy on Boston and allow for a RedSox victory.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

October Fizzle

The world of sports is replete with atheletes who perform during the regular season but can't up the ante, or even maintain it, when the stakes are high. (See: Karl Malone, Peyton Manning, Atlanta Braves) This month's nominee is Johnny Damon. This pains me because he is my favorite currrent baseball player. He spent the regular reason consistently getting on base and setting up the other hitters. Now he is spending the post season cluelessly swinging at the ball and being crushed under the weight of the storied rivalry. I can only imagine the gray hair that his futility is creating for the Boston faithful.

- By the way, this series is the most intense sporting event that I have seen, well.... last years ALCS with the Sox and Yankees. There's something about this rivalry that can excite even the casual baseball viewer such as myself.

Sunday, October 17, 2004

The Randomizer (Series I Volume I)

A. Today's Elders lesson was on self-mastery. It was one of the few times that I actually wasn't itching to get out early, the teacher can make such a different. Why is so little thought put into Elders lessons? (Atleast in 85% of the wards I have attended) Anyways, I came to the realization that I entertain too many mundane and useless thoughts. A man's character is often revealed through what he thinks and does in his free moments. If someone was to pry open my free thoughts all they'd find was an endless reel of meaningless sports highlights. I am making a bigger effort to garnish my thoughts with more meaningful things such as family, gospel, and meaningful educational pursuits.
B. I really do like our ward. Its members are simple and diverse. You won't get many intellectual rants breaking down scriptures down until you reach a meaningless minuetia. You will get many people who simply listen to the gospel essentials and put forth their best efforts to live them.
C. I spent one of the longest mornings of my life this past Friday. I went golfing with my father-in-law. My bad game was made worse when we were paired with a couple who happened to be life long enthusiasts. My focus soon shifted from how to play golf to how trying not to slow up the group. While the couple was friendly I could tell that they were quietly ticked to have been paired up with us. Its a good thing that I have the rest of my life to figure this sport and its appeal out.
D. I once thought that having a dog was no more difficult then raising kids. That all changed this past weekend when we tended a 10 month old overnight. She was a great kid and rarely fussed but the shear amount of effort and worry was enormous. At least with the dog we can send out of the house to play in the yard. Your only tool with kids are the endless streams of expensive and colorful toys. Now I know why an evening dinner alone is so valuable to parents.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

One of my callings in church is to help out with home teaching. While, on the whole, our quorum is tight and headed in the right direction we still have an issue with making our visits. Our stats for August were atrotious and the responses that I received on the phone were apathetic at best. So today I had the uneviable task of trying to stir up some response regarding this important and overlooked calling.
The response we received was slightly warmer then the tepidness I have been getting over the phone. One of the brothers went as far as to dispute one of the scriptures that we read, D&C 20:52, on the grounds that the responsibility to watch over the members belonged to the teachers and not elders. We were blunt with the assessment of our performance and I sensed some people were defensive. I have never understood the "my life is too busy and my families too unreachable" mentality that prevails in some quoroms. Hometeaching is a simple gesture that goes along way in helping members, less active or otherwise, feel fellowship and a little spirit. I apreciated the strong and heartfelt endorsement from the quorum president, I feel it validated our message and offered another testimony.
Anyways, we do love our new ward. We do a good job of being inclusive with everyone who attends. There is much to be proud of, but also, much that still needs to be done. We are in a good position to contribute.

Thursday, October 07, 2004

Peeping Blogs

Every once in awhile I take advantage of the "next blog" button and explore the wide world of the blogging community. It is a very big world with many ideas and view points that are very different then my own. Somehow I feel like it gives me a pulse on what is going on outside of my self created "zip code". I have run into several political blogs, a few homosexual issue blogs, plenty of teenage gibberish ones, a couple of porn related blogs, debt consolidation blogs, and even a few blogs from people who seem like me. I guess I know what Dorothy felt like when she crashed on the old witch and was introduced to Oz, there is alot in this world that I am not familar with.
Another observation. Hats off to the fine folks from Eastern Asia and the Portuguese speaking quarters of the world. They are very well represented in the blogdom. I know that most Asian nations are more computer literate then average, but I was suprised to see so much Portuguese.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

She's a ripper

Today, for work, I met with an attorney regarding a corporate case. Our mutual client, we will be performing the valuation and the attorney will provide the legal push, was muscled out of a 60/40 LLC by his partner of a business that they started together. It was very interesting to observe the attorney. It made me wonder, since I have many friends who practice law, if all attorneys possess these traits. Most of the attorneys that we work with due, maybe thats the nature of IP related law.
She was very take charge and would rarely concede to other better ideas. She was also very confident in her abilities and her chances against the opposition. After leaving the meeting it seemed to me that most cases involving potential litigation are typically won by strong arming, showmanship, and bullying. Well that and having a strong legal case. Most of the attorneys I work with, granted they are all litigators, are very adversarial.
This makes me wonder about my friends. I have several friends who practice law. Only two of them could be considered adversarial. Both of them like to argue their points of view, but neither would resort to bullying in order to win a case. The other friends seem too nice to succeed in this arena. I suppose, like all other vocations, that certain personalities excel in certain situations than others. It would be pretty funny to see some of my friends trying to intidimate the other side.

Monday, October 04, 2004

Things that suck

Despite all of the wonderful things in our lives, human beings tend to emphasize the little sucky things that can detrack or hinder. Today's thing that sucks.....computer save features on internet sites like this blog and fantasy football. Twice this week I have had great entries foiled because the entry would not post. Tonight I had pieced together a wonderful thought on the absurdity of wild percentage changes in presidential campaign polls and how the mainstream media has too much power in shaping public opinion. But alas the thought has been lost and I do not have the resolve nor the patience to reconstruct it. You will have to trust me when I say that it was good.

The roller caster we call polls

Monday, 4pm: President Bush loses 4 points to Kerry after another bad day in Iraq.
Tuesday 7am: New questions regarding Kerry's service cause the President to gain 5 points.
Friday 12pm: The results in! Kerry beats Bush in the debate and gains 7 points.

Am I the only one who has to question the validity of polls? I don't understand how there can be so many shifts in public opinion over two candidates, especially when 95% of the electorate has already made up its mind. Is this the media just trying to maintain its hold on public opinion? Its pretty scary when so many people really on the "objective" mainstream media for their political views.
I also abhor the way that the media simplistically draws relationships and conclusions from certain events. Example: The dow gained 35 points today on news of positive job earnings. The world is far too complex and the general public should be smart enough to realize that these aren't simple cause and effect events. President Clinton didn't singlehandedly ressurrect the economy and President Bushes war against Iraq didn't suddenly turn the whole world against us. But the media would have us believe these things.

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Campaign Soundbytes

Just got done watching the presidential debate...well as much as I could take and could hold my interest. I guess there was so much debate over the structure and format of the debate that the end product was very staged, unfresh, and predictable. There were very few moments of candor or spontaniety and both sides rattled off the same soundbytes that they have been using for weeks. The only thing keeping me watching the debate was some sort of patriotic guilt.
All in all I feel that Kerry did a slightly better job arguing his points. He did, however, seem as condescending and pretentious as ever. Bush did stutter but maintained his "man of the people" candor. Its strange how this election is playing out. Most people, democrats including, will be honest in saying that Kerry isn't their favorite pick. The one thing getting them going, however, is their anger at Bush policies. So it isn't Bush V. Kerry, its good Bush V. bad Bush.
To be perfectly honest, given the current state of things, I don't think that my life will change much with either president. I can carry on my merry way and for the most part be unaffected by Washington D.C.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

Popular bestsellers. A few facts and alot of fiction.

In the past two weeks I have read "IceBurg" by Clive Cussler and "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown. These are two books by authors who have brought reading to the masses by mixing all of the dramatic elements that we love with history. While their content has less value then some of the meatier books I have recently read, they are still fun and they get me interested in topics that I typically would ignore. Here are some thoughts:

- I, like many readers, have become versed in the secrets of the Vatican through Dan Brown. This can potentially be a good and a bad thing. Good in the sense that it introduces us to historical events and objects that typical entertainment, such as Survivor, doesn't. I can't read Dan Brown without getting on the internet and following along with his descriptions of Bernini's work or Galileo's ideas. It stimulates me to keep learning. It can be bad in the sense that many people might not further investigate and take his reading at face value. Remember, Dan Brown is out to sell books first and maybe educate us second. Because of the DaVinci code, 1 in every 4 Americans claim to know the secrets of Opus Dei and the Holy Grail. Since we like a good conspiracy we believe them without confirming them through research.

- Since I have read multiple books from both authors I feel that I can critique their styles. Both have a very standard outline in place for each book that they fill in with new settings or villains. Clive Cussler, for example, will always start the book with some historical maritime event that later ties into the latest Dirk Pitt adventure. They soon will uncover some nefarious plot of some insanely evil man bent on destroying the eco-system. Dirk and his pal, Al, will break all the rules an save the day. The formula for Dan Brown isn't too different except that the hero is now dressed in a tweed jacket and from the Ivy League and the adventure is a fast paced treasure hunt involving riddles surrounding ancient secret organizations.

- I look at both main characters, Robert and Dirk, and I guess that they are the ideal persons that the authors envision themselves to be. I would probably do the same and create an idealized, super Ryan.
- As mainstream and campy as these books are I do have to admit that they have spurred my interest in topics I otherwise would have over looked. That is a good thing, I could use any motivation to keep learning that I can get.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Misadventures in customer service

Yesterday I had to get the battery replaced on my Accord. Simple procedure, right? You walk in to the store, specify the type of battery, and they put it on. The whole procedure should take 25 minutes assuming the operation is somewhat operation. Well it is not safe to assume anything when dealing with car repairs, particularly Sears.
I selected Sears because of the price and the length of the warranty coverage on the battery. They have a decent reputation so I called them up. They gave me a good quote and even suggested the best time to bring it in. If, they said, I came in around 4pm I could be in and out in a half an hour. Sounded good, so I took their advice.
I left work early and made the trek to the mall. The first scene upon opening the door should have sent a quick signal of apprehension. I didn't follow my initial instinct and, as a result, I spent the next 3 1/2 hours in waiting room purgatory. Back to the opening scene.....There was a group of 7-8 people around the sales counter. The desk was being manned by two young men, one was perpetually upbeat despite all of obvious failings at the hands of Sears and the other was a gangly, glass eyed fellow who seemed to have tuned out the critism hours earlier.
As I approached, the mood became clear. All of these people were wondering why it was taking 3-4 hours to get their batteries checked or their tires replaced. Some were irrate some kept their anger more hidden, but displeasure was the overriding theme. Neither sales associate would respond to questions regarding why it was taking twice as long as their quoted time. I didn't have anything to do that evening, and I needed the battery changed, so I opted to grin and bear it. I was given a 2-3 hour quote and I made my way to the waiting room.
Upon entering I was greeted by a chorus of women, howling at their misfortunes. Never underestimate the power wielded by women who have been thrown off their errand schedules by unforseen waits. I spent the next 45 minutes listening to them gripe, second guessing my decision to stay. I was alright, so long as they didn't exceed their quoted time.
Anyways, three hours roll by and we are at the three hour threshold. I approach the counter and inquire about the status of my car. He was so busy dealing with other people that it took a good 15 minutes to finally answer. He turned to me and said, "Youre in luck according to this the car is done." I had been watching my car languish in the parking lot the entire time and knew that it didn't make it to the garage. I had him second guess and sure enough I was right. Some person had put my information in the "done" been and had forgotten about it. I could have gone the entire night and nothing would have been done.
At this point my passive demenor hardened into a firm tone. I reminded him of my quote and demanded something be done. I had watched the garage from the lobby and knew that nothgin was going on back there. Finally a worker took my keys and pulled the car into the garage. 10 minutes later it was done and I had a new battery. The whole process took 20 minutes, just like the initial quote over the phone. What the "H" happened to Sears?
They are designed to only do a few things so the operation should be very streamlined. When you are repeating the same tasks you should be able to generate some great volume. That wasn't being done here. Just a bunch of kids unhappy to be working and not willing to take any responsibility.
I got home around 8:30pm, my journey had ended. My only solace was knowing that my car was alright and that I could look forward to reading a new Dan Brown book that I had bartered for with a woman in the waiting room. I hope my car never has anymore problems.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

A blank page

Tonight I have suppose I have writers bloc. I am sitting at my computer trying to drum up an interesting topic to post...I've got nothing. The only thing keeping this post alive is my commitment to write at least three times a week. Well, move over Seinfeld cause' I'm writing about nothing.

Tonight we fed the elders, something that we do every other week. Once again I was in charge of making dinner and once again it hit a home run with the missionaries. This is the third time it has happened. The sad observation is that these dishes haven't been spectacular, tonight's dish was a chicken casserole. But for some odd reason the elders love it, I can only imagine what they were eating before their missions.

I spent a good portion of the evening in the yard trying to determine what to do once the heat subsides and I can do some real landscaping. There's something about homeownership that really turns one's thumb green, it's hard to explain. Two years ago you couldn't have offered me a bowl of cookie crisp to do yard work and now it's something I take pride in.

My wife is into fantasy football. This is a definite victory for me. Her interest in football means more justifiable discretionary football devotion on Sunday. I have successfully neutralized one of her key argument objections, the time I offer to football.

U2 is slated to put out a new album in November. I am very excited, despite its lame title. They are one of like 6 bands that I will go out of my way to respect their intellectual property and purchase their album. Their 2001 concert in Salt Lake is still and will probably be the closest thing to rock n' roll bliss that I will ever experience.

I have taken up the guitar again. I just bought a capo and am perfecting the Beatles "Here Comes the Sun." A beautiful song and one of the few that I have cared to learn in its entirety. I am creating a repitiore of around 6-10 songs that I can pull out during those occasions that call for some shameless social guitar.


Sunday, September 12, 2004

Remembering 9/11

Yesterday passed and I, undoubtedly like many other Americans, went through the typical weekend drill of errands, yardwork, and football. It wasn't until I caught a glimpse of the late afternoon news before I was reminded of the 3rd anniversary of 9/11. Unfortunately I, like many other Americans, have pretty much forgotten or tuned out the emotions of that day.
I still remember that morning very clearly. I was watching the morning news before my bus ride to Provo and work. I was almost out the door when I heard the news from NBC around 6:50am. I stuck around for a few moments, curious to know what a plane was doing crashing into the WTC. Minutes later everything became horrifically clear as the 2nd plane crashed into the towers. Immediately my wife and I were both in front of the TV, expecting more attacks and more details.
The bus ride was very uneasy, I was enmeshed with a silent rage aimed at whoever was responsible for such a senseless act. I spent the hour long bus ride expressing anger and then sadness with other people and discussing how we would respond to those responsible. The rest of the day no work was accomplished, we spent it in the local deli getting news updates. I have never felt so much anger, sadness, and national pride then I did on 9/11.
The next several days were spent doing the same thing, watching the news and trying to figure out ways in which I could show my support for the nation and victims. I witnessed some amazing acts and was deeply touched by the outpouring of American flags that I saw wherever I drove. We turned to each other for support and, more importantly, we turned to God. We promised that we would never forget and that we would be stronger, better, and more caring people.
Now just three years later it seemed like we have forgotten. Its back to life as usual, selfishness as usual, politics as usual. Have we really applied what we learned at 9/11? We have demonstrated our military might by going after the perpetrators with amazing force and precision. But how are we doing as local citizens? Are helping each other out? Do we have the same solidarity and unity that we did three years ago? I don't know. I can only hope that I can remember this event and make a personal effort to ensure that I am a better person.

Thursday, September 09, 2004

The evening dillemma

8:30 once rolls around and I am confronted with the same challenge. Do I wave the white flag and watch whatever the TV has to offer, which tonight is a very impressive New England-Indianapolis matchup, or do I stick to my ideals and do something more worthwhile, like read a new book that I purchased. This is the dillemma that confronts me most evenings. My fortitude tested to the limits by the sweet siren song of "The Apprentice" coming from the other room.
Tonight will be a compromise. I absolutely cannot miss the opening game of the NFL season, but I also need to excerise my fragile discipline. I am running into my office during the commercial breaks to read and write and then enjoying the game as it plays. So I get the piece of mind that comes with learning and the joy that comes with football. Sometimes compromise is the best solution. Anyways, James Mitchener isn't going anywhere, he can always be read on an evening with reruns.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Alaska....one big and majestic state

My wife and I just returned from a weekend trip to visit my brothers family in Alaska. Just a few thoughts about the trip.

  • The sheer majestic ruggedness really blows away anyplace that I have ever been, and I have traveled extensively throughout the great west. Let me just paint a brief picture from a boat trip outside of resurrection Bay in Seward. Orca whales playfully jump along the boat as we skim across a glassy aquamarine colored ocean. Just off shore on a rocky outcrops we spot several seals sunning themselves. The rocks soon give to the sheer cliffs of a mighty fjord, mountain goats dotting the cliffs. We follow the rocky and tree filled outline of the mountains until we reach a large valley. A massive glacier slowly makes its way to the bay, shaping the earth as it slowly moves. Our gaze is soon moved to a family of puffins that are flying along the waves looking for food. This description captured only a 10 minute period from the trip.
  • Salmon are a very abundant resource. Every river that we saw was chock full of salmon in search of their spawning grounds. It wouldn't take much at all to catch one, I wonder if the locals get sick of them...I was after eating 4 consecutive dishes showcasing their meat.
  • You would have to be an independent and solitude seeking individual to live in Alaska, with the exception of Anchorage. You really get a feeling of peaceful isolation up there. I would imagine that many people can feel small and insignificant compared to the size and majesty of that state.

Some other thoughts from the trip.

  • While spending a lot of time with my brothers family I was able to make some observations regarding child rearing. Some good and some bad. It is very easy to critique a situation that you are not in. This is very common for me as I am constantly around my nieces and nephews. In one of my next blogs I intend to make a large list of things that we will and will not do regarding our future children. I will keep this list and see how many rules are broken or modified when I begin raising them. Right now, my siblings are constantly reminding me that being an "armchair parent" is very different then raising one and that my standards will cave in after the first year. I want to see if that is true.
  • Airline customer service is horrible. Our continental flight from Anchorage to Seattle, leaving at 1am, was delayed for four hours due to some engine problems. I can live with that, safety is job #1. But what ensued upon landing in Seattle really exemplified why people are so weary of traveling. The airline promised that when we got off the plane that a number of customer service reps would be available to help us obtain a connecting flight to our final destinations. We all missed our flights by now but were relieved with this gesture. We got into the terminal to find one person, she was immediately overwhelmed by customers. She didn't really understand what was going on and told us to go to the front desk. The airline effectively passed on responsibility to a few local reps, unaware of our circumstances or the promises made on the flight. To make a long story short, we ended up spending 5 hours trying to fly standby on a flight to Phoenix and got home at 6pm rather then our intended arrival of 9am. Kind of makes you want to buy an RV.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

The Political Fray

These days it is hard to avoid the political arena. The media has done a great job of making us aware of every comment or action that could catch the attention of the public. While I personally believe that most of the issues of the day will have little impact on my personal life, it is important that I form my own views independent of political pundits and misguided rock stars.
I will begin this paragraph by stating that I am a moderate Republican, this might help explain my views. I am conservative on moral issues (abortion, gay marriage, equality, independence) but more moderate on social issues (gov't involvement in certain areas to help the most needy segments of the population when no other entity will) On the whole I support President Bush, although I disagree with some of his policies. I have met him and listened to him and I genuinely feel that he has our best interests in mind and has pure intentions. That doesn't mean that I wouldn't consider someone of another party who would better represent my views, I have voted against the party lines in the past.
Back in November I seriously considered John Kerry. He seemed well spoken and wise. Then his campaign happened. It doesn't take a pschyciatrist to realize that Kerry is an elitist who shifts his stand on the issues according to his audience. He can't showcase his senate record because it is so inconsistent. He is such a lackluster candidate that his own party and their 527 special interest groups have had to focus their efforts on attacking President Bush and portraying him as an evil crusader. That is quite a revelation into the overall perception of Kerry when his supporters don't necessarily care about him but rather care about getting Bush out of the White House.
These Democrat groups and media have done a great job of turning Bush into a belligerent and ignorant sycophant determined to control the world for his special interests. The reality is that both parties are recipients of enormous sums of money and are beholden to special interests. Bush and Kerry aren't too different on the political spectrum, how is Bush/Republicans so evil when the other side isn't too different. It should also be mentioned that much more "soft money" is poured into democrat attack adds than vice versa.
I don't unequivically agree with the Republican party on every issue, I don't think it would be possible for any thoughtful person to completely agree with their party platform. I do think that the playing field needs to be leveled. The media shouldn't be manipulating the public in either direction, let the candidates and their records do the talking. I'm just fed up with liberal elitist crying wolf when none exists.

Sunday, August 29, 2004

Thoughts from church

I truly enjoy the ward that we attend. There is an amazing diversity in its membership. We have one of the wealthiest areas, the country club, and one of the poorest areas, in south Phoenix, within our boundaries. We are a culturally, spiritually, economically, ideologically diverse group of people... all seeking to understand the gospel of Jesus Christ.
I think that this diversity makes this an understanding and unpretentious ward. We are honestly seeking to help one another learn and develop spiritually. It probably wouldn't have been our first choice, had we been given one, but it is where we need to be. There are so many opportunities to serve and be served and so many people that can benefit from our testimony. I am now a ward missionary, there are hundreds of opportunities here, and I haven't felt this involved since my mission.
The services were good today. There was an emphasis placed on temple work and genealogy. This is an area that we have put a low priority on so it served as a wake up call. While no earth shattering comments or statements were made, the quiet reassurance of some familiar doctrine was all that I needed to feel compelled to improve.
I am now reading the current First Presidency message concerning role of mothers and fathers in families. This is a very critical and pertinent subject, given the current trends in our society. President Faust was very clear with his message. A child should be raised and nourished by both a mother and a father who are equally Yoked and led by the priesthood. This stands opposed to current notions of latch key kids, single parent families, and irresponsibility. I am so grateful that we have inspired leaders to give us guidance and reassurance during such turbulent times.

A memo to communicate

The past couple of months of work have really hammered home the importance of communication. I work for a relatively small and new company that is growing and is just beginning to realize its potential. In an environment this intimate and with as much at stake, communication is so important.
This leads me to my boss, one of the founders. He is a brilliant salesman and visionary. He a broad understanding of intellectual property, having invented and licensed out a very successful product, and a knack for networking. He paints in broad strokes. The problem, however, arises when he works in the details.
He will often meet with potential clients and impress them with our capabilities and know how. While most of this is true and deserving, he often makes promises, on our behalf, that are difficult to keep. Even though we have developed a very specific, efficient, and valuable set of core services, he often is bringing in projects that are outside of our core competencies. I don't have a problem with this as long as he doesn't paint us as experts in these areas, which sometimes happens. The problem is then exacerbated when he only communicates a general idea of the project, sometimes leaving out critical details that a client was promised.
This recently happened to me on an engagement with a local company. They have developed a very unique and lucrative irrigation device and are looking to raise capital and secure a licensing deal. In a nutshell, my boss agreed to the job and then had a couple of interns work on it. Some of the critical information was probably not completely transferred, because during a recent meeting the client was very disappointed with the work to this date. So I was brought in to clean up the mess and salvage things.
Things are going better now. But it wasn't until I had to take some heat from the client and sit down to truly understand their expecting that things were able to meet forward. This project has some potential and I now feel comfortable in with it. I figure that my boss will still bring in diverse projects but I will now make sure that I sit in on the meetings so as to understand what is promised and to only agree to things that are within our bounds of expertise. COMMUNICATE.

Saturday, August 28, 2004

The crisp autumn breeze and a warm sizzling brat

That brief introduction ushers in the annual male ritual of football, both college and professional. Every time this year I find myself preoccupied with thoughts of sacks, safeties, and potential. I could spend 5 hours on a Saturday and Sunday afternoon watching Football and confront minimal guilt.
Its hard to keep focused on work without looking up the latest information on the Dallas Cowboys. My love and allegiance to the Cowboys is amazing. My love for them is only falls behind my religion, wife, family, and friends. As can be expected, it is the hardest of my loves to justify and explain. One morning when I was a small kid my older brother explained how cool the 'Boys were. Since that day I have faithfully followed the team and football.
Despite all of the joy that has been brought into my life via the gridiron, I have to think about what I could have accomplished in my life if I were to have substituted football/sports time for a more worthy cause. I could have taught myself Italian. I could learned some new trade. I could master the intricacies of Wall Street. But these thoughts are soon interrupted by the familiar opening strains of the Monday Night Football theme and those visions of idealism are quickly replaced by the beautiful site of seeing Roy Williams laying out an opposing receiver.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Hyudais, Handshakes, and Chaebols

I have recently volunteered at Thunderbird to provide english tutoring to visiting executives from South Korea. I figured that it would be a good experience to interact with a culture that I don't know much about, get in some free golf, and stay involved in the Thunderbird community. While a student I tutored several Koreans but I didn't pay close attention to some of their cultural nuances and subleties, I will attempt to remedy that through the use of my blog. Here are a few observations from my first meeting with my pupil, Sil Keun Hwang.

- Things were very formal. After a greeting and handshake we exchanged business cards. He gave his to me with his right hand with his left hand resting on his right arm. I followed suit and replicated his action. Kind of cool, it made sharing business cards a little more fun.
- We spent most of the time creating an agenda and structuring our schedules. He seemed to be driven by rule and order, I wonder if that is a generally accepted observation about Korean males.
- We talked about families, he is away from his wife and two daughters until November. I wouldn't be able to handle that.
- He seemed very anxious in getting a "crash course" on the U.S. culture. We have several activities planned. Ball games, dinners, hikes, golf, etc...
- It is safe to say that golf is a very important part of the Korean business lifestyle. Every Korean that I know, whether through school or otherwise, is determined to golf atleast a few times a month. Part of the reason, as it was explained, is that golf land is very limited and extremely expensive over there.

I will make more comments as the tutoring adventure continues.

Sunday, August 22, 2004

A strange happened on the way to growing up

When I was a kid I had some amazing interests and ambitions. If I wasn't reading about the Olmec civilization I was drawing up the blueprint to my future home. My interests included Archaeology, Astronomy, Mythology, Rock Hounding, Sports, and a myriad of other intriguing subjects. These were things that genuinely interested me and helped shape who I am. And then I grew up.
Soon the book about Lawrence of Arabia was replaced with Trigonometry homework and my dreams were shelved in favor of the realities of "career development." My business and economic studies just didn't captivate me the way that my old interests did, despite my best efforts. But a strange thing happened upon graduating and getting into my profession. I invited my old interests back.
Like the phoenix arising from its ashes, my old interests have been resurrected. I have the free time to take up the guitar again, to collect ancient Roman coins and football cards, even to reread some Plato. In designing my home office I selected decorations that represented these childhood interests and reduced the symbols of my career pursuits to a diploma or two in the corner wall. The result of this rekindled passion is that I am happier. I'm not forcing myself to read something for the sake of a grade or a promotion but rather engaging myself in my passions...that is what really matters.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

To hold a thought

One of the principal reasons for starting this blog was to nip a possible problem in the bud. My attention span is down and I, like scores of other people, have been caught up in instant solutions. Thanks to things like the internet and TiVo, my learning has been diluted. Where I once would pour over a book to learn about a subject, I can now skim the internet in moments and get a 30 second summary. My information and depth have become increasingly shallow. I have co-workers who can't even tolerate a commercial break because they can now TiVo it out.
What makes this blog so valuable to me is that it forces me to collect my thoughts and write them down in a coherent manner. In this day in age this simple approach has become a lost art. I am getting better at it, but it has been a challenge. I am so easily distracted that it becomes hard to hold a thought and develop it. I will write back in a month or two to evaluate this blog as to whether or not it has helped me with this dilemma.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

LDS Cinema

Last night I had the opportunity to attend a showing of the "Testaments" with the missionaries, an investigator, and a recently reactivated member. Overall the experience was superb and the investigator came away with a better appreciation of the Book of Mormon. The Temple Visitors Center is an amazing resource to have for the missionaries.
But, I came away with a couple of reservations. They was nothing that would affect my testimony...maybe just a couple of comments about the way in which the movie was presented. To me these things somehow detracted from the spirit of the message. Here they are:

- Though Christ and his visit to the America's is the central theme of the movie, there are too many unnecessary subplots that detract from it. The inclusion of a cheesy love story kind of cheapens the experience for me and made it appear that the movie was trying to entertain as much as it was trying to testify of Christ. There were even a couple attempts of comedy.
- The above mentioned observation coupled with the cinematography and other affects made the story appear more like a full blown movie then films that the Church typically produces. If this is the case than I feel like I should judge it the same way I judge a movie that I see at the local theatre. If that is the case then I have to give it a low grade for its lack of character development, thin plot, and low quality cinematography.
- I didn't feel the spirit as strongly as I have in other church films and even as I have felt in secular movies that are currently available. This might be attributed somewhat to the fact that I was making those observations and not focusing on Christ.

While I applaud the church for making an effort to use the media to express certain Gospel truths, I do believe that they would be better served by sharing it directly rather then trying to include it in a fictional story.

Just some thoughts......the church is still true.

Monday, August 16, 2004

Ode to the monsoon

- Joy doth the monsoon bring to my eyes
- Bearing gifts of rain and storm to light the skies
- The heat is gone its grasp is weak
- This weather has made my roof leak

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Anyways, I am very grateful and happy when mother nature decides to give Phoenix a summer monoon shower. One hour ago I was walking my dog under a dry and clear sky, now it is dark, windy, and very wet. This weather certainly breaks up the monotony of the long and sweltering summer heat, as well as loosens the noose that the water bill has around my checkbook. What is really amazing about these things is the sure force and magnitude of the monsoon. You never get a summer sprinkle down here, when it comes down it literally pours. Add in a strong breeze and you've a powerful force of nature that makes me slightly nervous, if anything for the new tree that I just planted out front.

Saturday, August 14, 2004

Three hours and 45 ounces later....

Last night we accompanied Shelley's boss and his friends to dinner at Flemings. It gave me a better understanding of what some people mean when they say thay are "going out to dinner." Shelley and I go out regularly, sometimes to upscale restaurants, sometimes to sit down chains, sometimes for the good old fashioned American standard hamburger and fries. But I think the big difference is that we only order what we will eat and, once finished, we typically pack up and move to our next activity. I would suppose that we are pragmatic diners, we eat only because we are hungry.
Last night was a completely different paradigm. There was blatant gluttony. There was long drawn out conversations, typically about nothing, and there was show. All in all, the tab for 6 people ran around $700. We were brought food so often that I didn't even have enough time to make a dent in the course that I was working on. Champagne and wine were being bandied about as if we were kids picking up taffy at a fourth of July parade. We were ordering an extra lobster tail with our steak just because we could. And between all of the tasting and sampling there was the trite conversations about clothes, gossip, and massages.
The dinner was great and company alright, but although after three hours I was beginning to wander. The whole spectacle got me thinking. Evaluating grades of steak, texture of wine, and sharing Nordstrom's sales tips just doesn't seem like something that I would like to do regularly. It represents a world that I have no real interest to join or get caught up in. That kind of mentality might lead you to closet full of great shoes but the money it consumes is too great and the feelings acheived are too fleeting. I never want to live a life in which I equate happiness to what I physically own and in which I am always trying to consume more. I put a much higher premium on what I can learn, what I can share with others, and how strong my relationships are.

Well I better run, I think I knocked over the soapbox that I was standing on anyways.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004


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Is handiness an inherited male gene?

So this evening I have some downtown on my hands. I have decided that there is nothing worth watching on TV during the summer months and that I should be devoting my time to more worthwhile endeavors, like tending to my blog. Anyways, my quest for productivity led me to the bathroom and the dangling tower hanger.
Over the past few months the anchors holding up the towel rack have become loose due to wear and tear and damage to the sheet rock. The task to fix the problem should be simple...right? I suppose it would be simple if I had the proper experience, training, or even intuition. I basically damaged the wall before I stumbled across the proper solution. This mishap leads me to today's thought. Am I expected to be handy just by virtue of my manhood? If so, I guess I am a failure. Every project I start turns into problems and mindless fiddling. Is there a way to remedy this problem? Even if I were to attend Home Depot seminars and read up, would I necessarily be more handy?

Sincerely,

--- Purple thumb in Phoenix



Tuesday, August 10, 2004

The challenge

The mere thought of maintaining a blog is challenging to me. I have recently conditioned myself to go through the daily minutiae of work, family, house, etc... without devoting much time to ponder and think about the intricacies and beauties of life. This blog will serve as the jack hammer that will shatter my old habits and usher in a new era of open thought and contemplation.

Up to this point I have a kept a written journal. The problem is that it is merely a summary of my daily itinerary and not a repository of my deepest thoughts. This blog will allow me to thoroughly search and develop my thoughts and ideas and store them for future posterity, should they care.

Welcome, welcome...I promise not to bore

Dude