Like most people around my age, I have memories of Michael Jackson from back when he really was the king of pop. I remember attending a "Thriller" video premiere party, I remember my sister once getting all excited about the song "Thriller" (mostly because of Vincent Price's voice over though). I know somebody in my house owned the album but I don't remember who it was that bought it. I remember where I was when I heard "We Are The World" for the first time (sitting in a college cafeteria eating a late breakfast). I remember watching the Motown 25 special live that more than anything put Jackson on the map. My most personal memory was when I was in Auckland, New Zealand in 1996. Jackson was on tour and performing in Auckland at the same time I was there, and I remember the cab driver who drove me from the airport to my hotel asking me if I was in town for the concert and then talking about nothing but Michael Jackson the whole rest of the way. It was also in Auckland that I saw the newspaper headline that called him "Wacko Jacko." I thought it was so good that I have been using it ever since, even in my American Idol recap of the show that Fox is re-airing as a "tribute" to Jackson on Monday. Of course now that he has passed away this may be the last time I do.
To be honest, the guy was a freak show for the last 10, 15 years or so. I liken it to a car crash; everyone will slow down to take a look, but then they will turn there heads and drive away. It also occurred to me today that Jackson was a real life Benjamin Button. Here you had this 8 year old kid singing about love and girlfriends who turned into a 48 year old man hosting slumber parties and riding Ferris wheels every day. I suspect that this is why he had kids around him all the time, even in situations that everyone else thought was inappropriate. I think he thought he wasn't acting like a creepy 48 year old, he was an 8 year old in a 48 year old body.
I listen to "I Want You Back", one of the Jackson 5's first hits (I think it may have even been their first) and I wonder what happened to the enthusiasm, the maturity, even the toughness that Jackson exhibited in his voice back then. He somehow went from being a confident and mature person to a very fragile, brittle figure both physically and mentally. He seemed to be someone who was one false step away from a total breakdown.
While the suddenness of Jackson's departure was surprising, the fact that he died at such a young age perhaps was not. Icons like Michael Jackson, Elvis, John Lennon, and so on typically don't go slowly into that good night (well, except maybe Sinatra, but he had connections). That Neil Young lyric that Kurt Cobain allegedly wrote at the end of his suicide note, "It's better to burn out than to fade away," seems to apply to icons like Jackson even if their departure was of no fault of their own, and if Lisa Marie Presley is to be believed even Jackson thought that this was his final fate.
While he was a freak show there is no denying the impact this cat had on the entertainment business. Justin Timberlake, among many others, have been imitating him for years to some degree. MTV owes its very existence to him. Indeed, I think every cable and satellite operator in the world do to. I would bet that there were millions of kids in 1983, including friends of mine, who pushed their parents to get cable TV just so that they could see the next Michael Jackson video. Music videos before 1983 featured white guys lip syncing their songs. Music videos after 1983 became 5 minute movies (or in the case of "Thriller" 13 minute epics) that told a story with pictures as well as words. In the age of New Wave he made R&B cool again, and in the process opened the door for the rap and hip-hop movements that now dominate the airways and music downloads. I think in terms of the extent of his talent and his impact on the music business Michael Jackson ranks right up there with Sinatra, Elvis, and The Beatles. There may be others that will one day reach similar heights (U2 comes to mind as one possibility) but there won't be another one quite like Michael Jackson, even if he was wacko.
Ironically I was in an electronics store on Sunday (4 days before Jackson died) buying a new battery for my camera, and on the TVs there they were playing the full length "Thriller" video, the first time I had seen it in years. Now that really is creepy.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
The Commencement Address That I Never Had
In honor of my sister finally become respectable and earning her B.A. degree from the University of Oregon, I felt inspired to write a graduation speech that I would give to graduates today were there anyone to ask me to do so. Part of what inspired me to do this is because her graduation speaker, an editorial writer for The Oregonian who is an alumnus of Oregon (go Ducks), gave a pretty good speech that was also relatively short. I also still feel cheated that we did not have a graduation speaker when I graduated from Cal Poly 20 years ago (John Madden was rumored but alas this was just a rumor – we ended up with just the university president boring us all), and thanks to Alaska Airlines I had an longer than expected flight up to Oregon and I needed to keep myself occupied while sitting in the Sacramento airport waiting for my unplanned connecting flight to Portland.
"First I want to of course offer up my congratulations to you, the graduating class of 2009, and to everyone who helped you achieve the goal that we are here today to celebrate.
"Usually these speeches are intended to provide you with a glimpse into the future, the quote real world, and to give you words of inspiration as you set off into this world. Well, this isn't going to be one of those speeches, because let’s face it, the real world kind of sucks right now. I would guess that most of you know this already, probably better than I do, so there is no use going on with false platitudes about how there are a lot of opportunities out there for you because, well, there aren't a lot of opportunities out there for anybody. Instead, I hope to provide you with some advice on how to proceed from here. Hopefully this advice will one day be useful to you, or at least will not put you to sleep.
"Some of you may not care to hear any words of advice from me. You already know what you’ll be doing tomorrow and next week and beyond. All of your plans are set and you are ready to go. To you I can only say good luck and god speed, with the knowledge that most of the graduates who feel this way are skipping this ceremony and have probably already left campus for good such that I don’t need to worry about finding something witty or profound to say to them.
"No, my advice is for those of you who are not sure what you’ll be doing tomorrow or next week or beyond. Maybe you have a job or a grad school seat lined up, maybe you don’t. I would guess that you are feeling a mixture of emotions right now. Part of you is happy that you are finally done with school and will receive the diploma that you worked so hard the last 2, 3, 4, 5, or even more years to attain. I would bet, though, that part of you is sad to see this day come, because you are about to say goodbye to the world that you have built for yourself here and basically start all over again, and that can be one scary thought.
"If you ever want to know what a ghost town feels like, visit the campus tomorrow. All of the buildings, quads, and sidewalks that just yesterday were teeming with students will be empty. All of the students will be gone, all of the faculty will be back home, all of the buildings will be closed and locked, all of the dorms will be empty, and only the janitors will be around to clean up after the ceremonies. It is kind of eerie and spooky, perhaps even scary, to be surrounded by all that emptiness. It perhaps mirrors the feelings that some of you may have now, the scary emptiness that comes with saying those final goodbyes to your friends, your classmates, your professors, and the campus community that you have called home. You hope that by staying in contact with your friends and professors that you’ll be able to maintain some semblance of the life that you have enjoyed here, but deep down you know that it won’t be the same.
"And now you face the challenge of having to find a new home with new friends, new co-workers, new advisors, and a new life. This could seem daunting, especially with the current economic climate, but it is not as big of a challenge as it might now appear to be. For many of you your college experience was your first time away from home, the first time you got to decide what to eat for dinner or which roommates you lived with or even whether or not you were going to attend classes that day or which party to attend that night. Even if someone else was paying for it you still got to decide, or at least have a say, in how the money was spent. By surviving and perhaps even thriving in this environment you proved that you could make a life for yourself and that you could establish an identity of your own. The survival skills that you learned while being here will also help you establish a new life, a new identity for yourself, when you leave. And these skills are just as important as the technical skills and body of knowledge that you gained in pursuit of the degree that you will be awarded today.
"I would also advice you all to be patient. If you already have a career path laid out for yourself that’s great, but don’t panic if you don’t have any idea what to do. You still have plenty of time to figure that out. I know you hear all these platitudes about living for today and only doing what you want to do for a living, but unless you are very lucky or very crazy this is probably not the live that you will end up leading. Indeed, chances are that the life you will one day have will be very different from the one you now think you will have. It may turn out that you’ll end up in a career that is different from what you studied. I know plenty of people who have successful careers in fields that were not the ones that that they studied in college. That is not to say that your time here would have been wasted. My brother, for example, went to college with the intent on being an athletic trainer, but then signed up for an art class that he liked so much that he turned it into a career. If you are patient and flexible you will eventually be able to establish a career for yourself no matter what condition the economy or the job market is in, and who knows, you might even one day get that dream job where you get paid for doing what you want to do.
"I graduated from college with a degree in architectural engineering, but at the time I didn't really want to be a structural engineer. I did not share the same enthusiasm for structures and buildings that many of my classmates had, and unlike most of them I did not have a job lined up yet when I graduated. So I really did not know if I would be able and willing to last in this profession beyond a few years or so. After 20 years in the business I've come to the conclusion that this was the right profession for me, but it took a long time to come to that realization. I learned that structural engineering was the best combination of what I most wanted to do and what I was best capable of doing. I knew I was good at math but I didn't want to be someone that only calculated a bunch of numbers. I wanted to do something that I could see and show off to my parents, and also something that gave me opportunities to create new and interesting things. However, I also learned that my creative skills had their limits and that I would never be happy doing something that required a skill set that I just did not have. Structural engineering allows me to use my math and logic skills in creative and tangible ways without having to attempt to sketch a work of art. It provides an opportunity to give back to the community in visible ways that, yes, I can show off to my parents. While I still don’t get teary eyed and gushy talking about the latest building by the "it" architect of the day I now have a greater appreciation for the buildings engineered by others because I better understand the challenges that those other engineers faced and overcame, an appreciation that I did not have when I graduated.
"So my parting thoughts to you are this. It is perfectly natural to feel unsure and even a little bit scared about what will happen to you after today. Your life will be different and it will be a challenge to establish a new life for yourself, but the fact that you are standing here today is proof that you have the ability to overcome these challenges and succeed. It may take a while for it to happen, but if you were able to survive college and walk out of here with a degree in your hand then you stand a good chance to surviving life after college and walking onward into a successful career and a successful life. My hope is that this will one day happen for all of you. I wish you all the best. Thank you and good luck."
"First I want to of course offer up my congratulations to you, the graduating class of 2009, and to everyone who helped you achieve the goal that we are here today to celebrate.
"Usually these speeches are intended to provide you with a glimpse into the future, the quote real world, and to give you words of inspiration as you set off into this world. Well, this isn't going to be one of those speeches, because let’s face it, the real world kind of sucks right now. I would guess that most of you know this already, probably better than I do, so there is no use going on with false platitudes about how there are a lot of opportunities out there for you because, well, there aren't a lot of opportunities out there for anybody. Instead, I hope to provide you with some advice on how to proceed from here. Hopefully this advice will one day be useful to you, or at least will not put you to sleep.
"Some of you may not care to hear any words of advice from me. You already know what you’ll be doing tomorrow and next week and beyond. All of your plans are set and you are ready to go. To you I can only say good luck and god speed, with the knowledge that most of the graduates who feel this way are skipping this ceremony and have probably already left campus for good such that I don’t need to worry about finding something witty or profound to say to them.
"No, my advice is for those of you who are not sure what you’ll be doing tomorrow or next week or beyond. Maybe you have a job or a grad school seat lined up, maybe you don’t. I would guess that you are feeling a mixture of emotions right now. Part of you is happy that you are finally done with school and will receive the diploma that you worked so hard the last 2, 3, 4, 5, or even more years to attain. I would bet, though, that part of you is sad to see this day come, because you are about to say goodbye to the world that you have built for yourself here and basically start all over again, and that can be one scary thought.
"If you ever want to know what a ghost town feels like, visit the campus tomorrow. All of the buildings, quads, and sidewalks that just yesterday were teeming with students will be empty. All of the students will be gone, all of the faculty will be back home, all of the buildings will be closed and locked, all of the dorms will be empty, and only the janitors will be around to clean up after the ceremonies. It is kind of eerie and spooky, perhaps even scary, to be surrounded by all that emptiness. It perhaps mirrors the feelings that some of you may have now, the scary emptiness that comes with saying those final goodbyes to your friends, your classmates, your professors, and the campus community that you have called home. You hope that by staying in contact with your friends and professors that you’ll be able to maintain some semblance of the life that you have enjoyed here, but deep down you know that it won’t be the same.
"And now you face the challenge of having to find a new home with new friends, new co-workers, new advisors, and a new life. This could seem daunting, especially with the current economic climate, but it is not as big of a challenge as it might now appear to be. For many of you your college experience was your first time away from home, the first time you got to decide what to eat for dinner or which roommates you lived with or even whether or not you were going to attend classes that day or which party to attend that night. Even if someone else was paying for it you still got to decide, or at least have a say, in how the money was spent. By surviving and perhaps even thriving in this environment you proved that you could make a life for yourself and that you could establish an identity of your own. The survival skills that you learned while being here will also help you establish a new life, a new identity for yourself, when you leave. And these skills are just as important as the technical skills and body of knowledge that you gained in pursuit of the degree that you will be awarded today.
"I would also advice you all to be patient. If you already have a career path laid out for yourself that’s great, but don’t panic if you don’t have any idea what to do. You still have plenty of time to figure that out. I know you hear all these platitudes about living for today and only doing what you want to do for a living, but unless you are very lucky or very crazy this is probably not the live that you will end up leading. Indeed, chances are that the life you will one day have will be very different from the one you now think you will have. It may turn out that you’ll end up in a career that is different from what you studied. I know plenty of people who have successful careers in fields that were not the ones that that they studied in college. That is not to say that your time here would have been wasted. My brother, for example, went to college with the intent on being an athletic trainer, but then signed up for an art class that he liked so much that he turned it into a career. If you are patient and flexible you will eventually be able to establish a career for yourself no matter what condition the economy or the job market is in, and who knows, you might even one day get that dream job where you get paid for doing what you want to do.
"I graduated from college with a degree in architectural engineering, but at the time I didn't really want to be a structural engineer. I did not share the same enthusiasm for structures and buildings that many of my classmates had, and unlike most of them I did not have a job lined up yet when I graduated. So I really did not know if I would be able and willing to last in this profession beyond a few years or so. After 20 years in the business I've come to the conclusion that this was the right profession for me, but it took a long time to come to that realization. I learned that structural engineering was the best combination of what I most wanted to do and what I was best capable of doing. I knew I was good at math but I didn't want to be someone that only calculated a bunch of numbers. I wanted to do something that I could see and show off to my parents, and also something that gave me opportunities to create new and interesting things. However, I also learned that my creative skills had their limits and that I would never be happy doing something that required a skill set that I just did not have. Structural engineering allows me to use my math and logic skills in creative and tangible ways without having to attempt to sketch a work of art. It provides an opportunity to give back to the community in visible ways that, yes, I can show off to my parents. While I still don’t get teary eyed and gushy talking about the latest building by the "it" architect of the day I now have a greater appreciation for the buildings engineered by others because I better understand the challenges that those other engineers faced and overcame, an appreciation that I did not have when I graduated.
"So my parting thoughts to you are this. It is perfectly natural to feel unsure and even a little bit scared about what will happen to you after today. Your life will be different and it will be a challenge to establish a new life for yourself, but the fact that you are standing here today is proof that you have the ability to overcome these challenges and succeed. It may take a while for it to happen, but if you were able to survive college and walk out of here with a degree in your hand then you stand a good chance to surviving life after college and walking onward into a successful career and a successful life. My hope is that this will one day happen for all of you. I wish you all the best. Thank you and good luck."
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Home of the Homeless
I know I promised to update this blog more often when American Idol finally ended, so of course I haven't posted to this blog since after the finale. Go figure.
For the last few weeks, and for that matter the next few weeks, I have been busy with a number of work related projects that I am not getting paid to do but still need to do anyway, which has kept me from making the promised posts. Two weeks ago I gave a presentation to a group of young engineers. Last week I did one final read-thru of a construction manual that I am the head writer for just before publication, and for the last few days I have been studying for the LEED AP exam that I am taking this week. Then once that is done I need to prepare a presentation for the conference in Peru next month that is the subject of another one of my blogs.
Now that I work in San Francisco I encounter a lot more homeless people during my commute than I did before. Last week was especially true, as there was this gentleman on the commuter train that I was on who was slowly walking through the train car with a hat out begging for money. He was an older gentleman who needed a cane to move around. He was dressed nicer than the homeless people that I see sleeping on the streets in San Francisco but like them he was asking for change. I did my best to avoid eye contact with him as he walked by, something I find myself doing a lot more these days. Most others on the train did the same, as only two people gave this man any money.
I like to think of myself as a caring person, but I cannot seem to bring myself to care about the homeless people that I encounter on an almost daily basis to the extent that I reach into my pocket and give them money. When this gentleman got off the train I started to wonder how I had gotten so cold to the idea of giving this guy money that I went out of my way to avoid eye contact with him, and why I do this to pretty much every homeless person I see with a hat or can out. I supposed some of it is related to my suspicion that these guys will use the money to buy drugs, and while I would be willing to bet most of them would what about the ones that would not? For the life of me I cannot tell the difference, so I end up not giving anyone any money at all.
A couple days earlier there was a woman with her son sitting on the sidewalk in front of the commuter train station with a sign asking for money because they were stranded. I was tempted to take them to the airport and buy them a ticket to wherever home is for them but instead I just walked by, just like the hundreds, perhaps thousands of others who use that same station that same day. We cannot all be callous people, can we?
The last time I gave someone begging me for money some cash was a couple of years ago. While I was sitting in a small park eating lunch a gentleman that appeared younger than me and not strung out on drugs came up and sat on the bench with me and starting telling me his life story about how he was just laid off from his job and he needed some cash for food. He was better spoken than most homeless people so I sat there and listened to him, also because I could not think of a graceful way to get up and move away. When he was done I gave him a $20 bill. He promised that he would pay me back and of course he never did, but at the same time I never saw that guy again. My hope is that the reason why is because he was able to get back on his feet again, but I will never know for sure.
We seem to live in a society where those who beg for money on the streets are treated with suspicion, that giving them money only enables them to continue down the path that put them on the street to begin with. And indeed I would bet that in most cases this is true. But I suspect that there are those who are sincere in getting off the street who are getting lost in the fog of suspicion and thus don't get the help that they need. And whose responsibility is it to help these people? Their families? The government? Us? I know Hillary Clinton claimed that it takes a village, but is it the village's responsibility to give money to everyone who asks?
I wish these folks would find the help that they need, but I am not sure how. It is a good thing that I am not running for mayor. I just don't have the conscience for it. Maybe that is why so many politicians are lawyers.
For the last few weeks, and for that matter the next few weeks, I have been busy with a number of work related projects that I am not getting paid to do but still need to do anyway, which has kept me from making the promised posts. Two weeks ago I gave a presentation to a group of young engineers. Last week I did one final read-thru of a construction manual that I am the head writer for just before publication, and for the last few days I have been studying for the LEED AP exam that I am taking this week. Then once that is done I need to prepare a presentation for the conference in Peru next month that is the subject of another one of my blogs.
Now that I work in San Francisco I encounter a lot more homeless people during my commute than I did before. Last week was especially true, as there was this gentleman on the commuter train that I was on who was slowly walking through the train car with a hat out begging for money. He was an older gentleman who needed a cane to move around. He was dressed nicer than the homeless people that I see sleeping on the streets in San Francisco but like them he was asking for change. I did my best to avoid eye contact with him as he walked by, something I find myself doing a lot more these days. Most others on the train did the same, as only two people gave this man any money.
I like to think of myself as a caring person, but I cannot seem to bring myself to care about the homeless people that I encounter on an almost daily basis to the extent that I reach into my pocket and give them money. When this gentleman got off the train I started to wonder how I had gotten so cold to the idea of giving this guy money that I went out of my way to avoid eye contact with him, and why I do this to pretty much every homeless person I see with a hat or can out. I supposed some of it is related to my suspicion that these guys will use the money to buy drugs, and while I would be willing to bet most of them would what about the ones that would not? For the life of me I cannot tell the difference, so I end up not giving anyone any money at all.
A couple days earlier there was a woman with her son sitting on the sidewalk in front of the commuter train station with a sign asking for money because they were stranded. I was tempted to take them to the airport and buy them a ticket to wherever home is for them but instead I just walked by, just like the hundreds, perhaps thousands of others who use that same station that same day. We cannot all be callous people, can we?
The last time I gave someone begging me for money some cash was a couple of years ago. While I was sitting in a small park eating lunch a gentleman that appeared younger than me and not strung out on drugs came up and sat on the bench with me and starting telling me his life story about how he was just laid off from his job and he needed some cash for food. He was better spoken than most homeless people so I sat there and listened to him, also because I could not think of a graceful way to get up and move away. When he was done I gave him a $20 bill. He promised that he would pay me back and of course he never did, but at the same time I never saw that guy again. My hope is that the reason why is because he was able to get back on his feet again, but I will never know for sure.
We seem to live in a society where those who beg for money on the streets are treated with suspicion, that giving them money only enables them to continue down the path that put them on the street to begin with. And indeed I would bet that in most cases this is true. But I suspect that there are those who are sincere in getting off the street who are getting lost in the fog of suspicion and thus don't get the help that they need. And whose responsibility is it to help these people? Their families? The government? Us? I know Hillary Clinton claimed that it takes a village, but is it the village's responsibility to give money to everyone who asks?
I wish these folks would find the help that they need, but I am not sure how. It is a good thing that I am not running for mayor. I just don't have the conscience for it. Maybe that is why so many politicians are lawyers.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Mick Jagger & Simon Cowell, Philosophers
One of the things that I have noticed while watching American Idol is the growing trend in American culture towards protecting children from defeat and disappointment. I also saw an HBO report that reinforced my thinking that this trend is morphing into a national obsession. The report featured a school that banned dodge ball because it was too violent and caused the kids who lost to feel bad about themselves. The same report also talked about another school that banned the game of tag because of the stigma that came with being “it.” You may have heard about how some schools, including the University of California Santa Cruz, that got rid of grades because the kids who got bad grades were suffering from reduced self-esteem.
I am not a parent so perhaps this colors my judgment, but I find this to be very distressing and not the way to teach children. I may not have kids but I was one once, and to be honest I was not very good at dodge ball, or any other sport for that matter. And yes, my self-esteem did suffer, but I got over it, as did millions of other kids who went through the same ordeal. I learned about disappointment, I learned what it is like to fail, and I think those lessons were valuable in that I had to learn how to deal with defeat later in life. The fact is that we cannot always get what we want. I was watching the Indy 500 time trials Sunday and there was one driver, Alex Tagliani, who missed qualifying for the race by a mere few hundredths of a second. He was sitting in his car waiting to qualify but ran out of time, and he just sat in his car with tears in his eyes when he realized that he was not going to make the race.
Now imagine if Alex had been taught as a kid that there is no such thing as failure, or that he never had to experience what is like to fail, can you imagine how he would have reacted? He would probably have thrown a temper tantrum, throwing his steering wheel at anybody within range, and demanded that the track make an exception to their 100 year old rule and allow him to qualify after the time to do so had expired. Not very sportsmanlike behavior is it? But that is what I think this generation of kids is being taught. Let’s face it, life sucks sometimes, but if you never had to deal with that until you’re an adult then it’ll be a lot harder for you to accept, which will make it harder for the rest of us to deal with you.
What does this have to do with American Idol? Glad you asked. I have always wondered why some people who clearly have no musical talent still try out for the show and still react as if they have been shot when they are rejected. How in the world can these kids think that they are good enough singers to qualify to compete on this show? Well, when you have been told all of your life that you are a great singer by parents who should know better but instead want to keep their kids happy, and then of course they are going to react angrily when some ornery guy from England and his loopy counterparts say they can’t sing.
Then there is the current saga of contestant Kris Allen, who is in the final 2 even though his singing voice is weaker than at least half of the final 13 contestants this season. The main reason he is in the finale is because there are millions of pre-teen girls out there who think Kris is absolutely adorable and are voting for him hundreds, perhaps even thousands of times each. Now keep in mind that each one of those votes costs money, 10 cents a vote I think, and last week there were 88 million total votes, which means that somebody will have to pay $8.8 million in phone bills. I think it is safe to say that it won’t be the pre-teen girls that are doing all of this voting. But how many parents out there will take these girls’ cell phones away when that $300 phone bill shows up? So far, not many, and that may explain why Kris is still in the competition.
What we need here is more parents who act like parents and less parents who act like their kid's friend. I'm not talking about deliberately subjecting kids to defeat and misery, I'm talking about just being parents. My parents did it, my brother and sister-in-law are doing it, I have friends who are doing it, why can't the rest of America?
I am not a parent so perhaps this colors my judgment, but I find this to be very distressing and not the way to teach children. I may not have kids but I was one once, and to be honest I was not very good at dodge ball, or any other sport for that matter. And yes, my self-esteem did suffer, but I got over it, as did millions of other kids who went through the same ordeal. I learned about disappointment, I learned what it is like to fail, and I think those lessons were valuable in that I had to learn how to deal with defeat later in life. The fact is that we cannot always get what we want. I was watching the Indy 500 time trials Sunday and there was one driver, Alex Tagliani, who missed qualifying for the race by a mere few hundredths of a second. He was sitting in his car waiting to qualify but ran out of time, and he just sat in his car with tears in his eyes when he realized that he was not going to make the race.
Now imagine if Alex had been taught as a kid that there is no such thing as failure, or that he never had to experience what is like to fail, can you imagine how he would have reacted? He would probably have thrown a temper tantrum, throwing his steering wheel at anybody within range, and demanded that the track make an exception to their 100 year old rule and allow him to qualify after the time to do so had expired. Not very sportsmanlike behavior is it? But that is what I think this generation of kids is being taught. Let’s face it, life sucks sometimes, but if you never had to deal with that until you’re an adult then it’ll be a lot harder for you to accept, which will make it harder for the rest of us to deal with you.
What does this have to do with American Idol? Glad you asked. I have always wondered why some people who clearly have no musical talent still try out for the show and still react as if they have been shot when they are rejected. How in the world can these kids think that they are good enough singers to qualify to compete on this show? Well, when you have been told all of your life that you are a great singer by parents who should know better but instead want to keep their kids happy, and then of course they are going to react angrily when some ornery guy from England and his loopy counterparts say they can’t sing.
Then there is the current saga of contestant Kris Allen, who is in the final 2 even though his singing voice is weaker than at least half of the final 13 contestants this season. The main reason he is in the finale is because there are millions of pre-teen girls out there who think Kris is absolutely adorable and are voting for him hundreds, perhaps even thousands of times each. Now keep in mind that each one of those votes costs money, 10 cents a vote I think, and last week there were 88 million total votes, which means that somebody will have to pay $8.8 million in phone bills. I think it is safe to say that it won’t be the pre-teen girls that are doing all of this voting. But how many parents out there will take these girls’ cell phones away when that $300 phone bill shows up? So far, not many, and that may explain why Kris is still in the competition.
What we need here is more parents who act like parents and less parents who act like their kid's friend. I'm not talking about deliberately subjecting kids to defeat and misery, I'm talking about just being parents. My parents did it, my brother and sister-in-law are doing it, I have friends who are doing it, why can't the rest of America?
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I Find It Interesting That I Am Still Here
You didn't think I would leave without saying goodbye did you?
Actually, the conference in Peru was postponed until July because of the swine flu "pandemic". Yes, I know there is no swine flu in Peru, but one of the moderators of the conference is in Mexico City and, well you know what happened in Mexico City. So I have been spending the last couple of days revising my travel arrangements, getting the post office to continue to deliver my mail, getting my newspaper to continue to deliver my news, and otherwise undoing all of the arrangements that I made in preparation for the trip. This includes restocking my fridge and cupboards, which are now bare since I only bought enough food at my last trip to the supermercado to last me until today.
A few things in the news that I find interesting:
I find it interesting that the same people who are panicking about Homeland Security issuing advisories about "right wing extremists" are the same people who defended Bush's domestic surveillance program. Like you said guys, you have nothing to fear if you did nothing wrong, right?
I find it interesting that the same people who defended the Bush administration's use of torture on "enemy combatants" in Cuba are objecting to Obama talking to the Cubans because the Castros torture political prisoners. One man's enemy combatant is another man's political prisoner.
I find it interesting that the above two groups are essentially the same people.
I find it interesting that the world's navies began cracking down on the Somali pirates only after the US Navy did first. See, we really are the world's only superpower.
I find it interesting that the city of Vallejo, California is still hosting a Pirate Festival next month even with the Somali pirates in the news all the time. I also find it interesting that Vallejo used to be home to a large Navy base that my Grandpa was once stationed at.
I find it interesting that there really is a Swine Festival. It's in Basille, Louisiana the first weekend in November. Make your reservations now and don't forget to bring your face masks.
And yes, there is a Somali festival too, but you have to go all the way to London for that one. I wonder if the attendees would find it interesting if someone showed up wearing a pirate costume.
I find it interesting that the press is treating Obama and Biden's visit to a burger joint yesterday as some kind of a big deal, as if the President of the United States is too high and mighty to go to a burger joint. Did not Clinton plan his jogging routes around McDonald's locations?
I find it interesting that I still have a follower even though I only post on this blog about once a month. I will promise, though, that I will post more here after the American Idol season is over in 3 weeks time, at least until I go to Peru and post to that blog.
I find it interesting that my water board mandated that we all conserve water or else face big fines, and then they raise my water rates because people are not using enough water.
I find it interesting that suddenly Fiat is the world's most powerful car company though nobody outside of Italy drives their cars. It may explain why Italian cars cost so much.
I find it interesting that so few people have left my former firm after they were bought out by a much larger out-of-town firm. I only mention this in case any of my former co-workers are still reading this blog.
I find it interesting that the phrase "shark tank" still has a double meaning in San Jose. I find it depressing too.
I find it interesting that only now, when her American Idol contract is up for renewal, does Paula Abdul admit that she was addicted to pain killers. She has been acting suspiciously sober on the show as of late.
I find it interesting that when I activate Blogger's spell checker it recognizes "Obama" but not "Biden" or "Blogger's".
I find it interesting that I dedicated about an hour writing this entry when I could have been doing something more productive, like going to the supermarket or reading a newspaper.
Actually, the conference in Peru was postponed until July because of the swine flu "pandemic". Yes, I know there is no swine flu in Peru, but one of the moderators of the conference is in Mexico City and, well you know what happened in Mexico City. So I have been spending the last couple of days revising my travel arrangements, getting the post office to continue to deliver my mail, getting my newspaper to continue to deliver my news, and otherwise undoing all of the arrangements that I made in preparation for the trip. This includes restocking my fridge and cupboards, which are now bare since I only bought enough food at my last trip to the supermercado to last me until today.
A few things in the news that I find interesting:
I find it interesting that the same people who are panicking about Homeland Security issuing advisories about "right wing extremists" are the same people who defended Bush's domestic surveillance program. Like you said guys, you have nothing to fear if you did nothing wrong, right?
I find it interesting that the same people who defended the Bush administration's use of torture on "enemy combatants" in Cuba are objecting to Obama talking to the Cubans because the Castros torture political prisoners. One man's enemy combatant is another man's political prisoner.
I find it interesting that the above two groups are essentially the same people.
I find it interesting that the world's navies began cracking down on the Somali pirates only after the US Navy did first. See, we really are the world's only superpower.
I find it interesting that the city of Vallejo, California is still hosting a Pirate Festival next month even with the Somali pirates in the news all the time. I also find it interesting that Vallejo used to be home to a large Navy base that my Grandpa was once stationed at.
I find it interesting that there really is a Swine Festival. It's in Basille, Louisiana the first weekend in November. Make your reservations now and don't forget to bring your face masks.
And yes, there is a Somali festival too, but you have to go all the way to London for that one. I wonder if the attendees would find it interesting if someone showed up wearing a pirate costume.
I find it interesting that the press is treating Obama and Biden's visit to a burger joint yesterday as some kind of a big deal, as if the President of the United States is too high and mighty to go to a burger joint. Did not Clinton plan his jogging routes around McDonald's locations?
I find it interesting that I still have a follower even though I only post on this blog about once a month. I will promise, though, that I will post more here after the American Idol season is over in 3 weeks time, at least until I go to Peru and post to that blog.
I find it interesting that my water board mandated that we all conserve water or else face big fines, and then they raise my water rates because people are not using enough water.
I find it interesting that suddenly Fiat is the world's most powerful car company though nobody outside of Italy drives their cars. It may explain why Italian cars cost so much.
I find it interesting that so few people have left my former firm after they were bought out by a much larger out-of-town firm. I only mention this in case any of my former co-workers are still reading this blog.
I find it interesting that the phrase "shark tank" still has a double meaning in San Jose. I find it depressing too.
I find it interesting that only now, when her American Idol contract is up for renewal, does Paula Abdul admit that she was addicted to pain killers. She has been acting suspiciously sober on the show as of late.
I find it interesting that when I activate Blogger's spell checker it recognizes "Obama" but not "Biden" or "Blogger's".
I find it interesting that I dedicated about an hour writing this entry when I could have been doing something more productive, like going to the supermarket or reading a newspaper.
Monday, April 20, 2009
South American Getaway
I did promise to talk about my upcoming trip to Peru in a future post, and the future is now.
On May 7 I will be flying down to Lima, Peru for a week-long conference on confined masonry construction. I became involved in this back in 2005 after the Great Sumatra Earthquake and Tsunami left hundreds of thousands of people homeless, especially in the Aceh region of Indonesia. I felt like I had to do something more than just write a check, and I was fortunate enough to get in contact with the small NGO Build Change, who was just starting a reconstruction project in Banda Aceh, Indonesia and was looking for volunteer engineers to help with the design and construction of the new homes. I was one of many who answered the call.
In the summer of 2006, on my 40th birthday no less, I went to Banda Aceh to see the reconstruction in person and to assist Build Change in the projects that they were active in at the time. My chronicles of that trip are on my Aceh reconstruction blog, which I have kept up as an archive of the trip. One of the things that I learned while in Aceh was that I knew very little about the confined masonry construction that was being used to rebuild the homes there. I also learned that there were few others who knew much about it either.
Since then a group of engineers, researchers, architects, and other interested parties formed a network to learn more about confined masonry construction and eventually to try and promote it as a less expensive but more resilient form of construction than what is currently the practice in third world countries, especially countries that are susceptible to earthquakes like Indonesia and China. It is this network that is meeting in Lima and have invited me to participate. I have set up a new blog for this trip (assuming that my laptop will survive the trip) that I will also use to document other items of interest related to confined masonry construction as well as my possible future trip to China to assist Build Change's reconstruction efforts there following last year's large earthquake.
I must admit that I am as nervous about this trip as I was when I went to Indonesia. I must admit that I am not a third world kind of guy. I remember when I was at the airport waiting for the plane to Indonesia I considered turning around and leaving, and no doubt the same thoughts will cross my mind when I am at the airport waiting to go to Peru. However, this is a cause that I strongly believe in, which is what led me to board that plane in 2006 and will push me on board the plan to Lima in a couple of weeks. At least I can take comfort in that my Spanish is a little better than my Bahasa Indonesian and that I will be meeting with fellow dedicated people while I am in Lima so there is less of a chance that I will get lost or abandoned in a far away land. It is going to be interesting.
It reminds me of a conversation that I had with a couple of friends back in college. We were talking one night about the three of us taking over a small South American country, and after a number of alcoholic beverages we settled on Peru. One guy was going to be the figurehead leader with no responsibility but with big mansion privileges. Another guy was going to be the interior minister in charge of the intelligence service because he wanted to be able to spy on everyone. I was going to be in charge of the armed forces because in small third world countries that is where the real power is, since with just one order I could stage a coup and overthrow the other two. I have long since lost contact with those other two guys but I would imagine that they would find it amusing that I am traveling to the country that we once planned on taking over, assuming that they still remember the initial conversation after all these years and all those beers...
On May 7 I will be flying down to Lima, Peru for a week-long conference on confined masonry construction. I became involved in this back in 2005 after the Great Sumatra Earthquake and Tsunami left hundreds of thousands of people homeless, especially in the Aceh region of Indonesia. I felt like I had to do something more than just write a check, and I was fortunate enough to get in contact with the small NGO Build Change, who was just starting a reconstruction project in Banda Aceh, Indonesia and was looking for volunteer engineers to help with the design and construction of the new homes. I was one of many who answered the call.
In the summer of 2006, on my 40th birthday no less, I went to Banda Aceh to see the reconstruction in person and to assist Build Change in the projects that they were active in at the time. My chronicles of that trip are on my Aceh reconstruction blog, which I have kept up as an archive of the trip. One of the things that I learned while in Aceh was that I knew very little about the confined masonry construction that was being used to rebuild the homes there. I also learned that there were few others who knew much about it either.
Since then a group of engineers, researchers, architects, and other interested parties formed a network to learn more about confined masonry construction and eventually to try and promote it as a less expensive but more resilient form of construction than what is currently the practice in third world countries, especially countries that are susceptible to earthquakes like Indonesia and China. It is this network that is meeting in Lima and have invited me to participate. I have set up a new blog for this trip (assuming that my laptop will survive the trip) that I will also use to document other items of interest related to confined masonry construction as well as my possible future trip to China to assist Build Change's reconstruction efforts there following last year's large earthquake.
I must admit that I am as nervous about this trip as I was when I went to Indonesia. I must admit that I am not a third world kind of guy. I remember when I was at the airport waiting for the plane to Indonesia I considered turning around and leaving, and no doubt the same thoughts will cross my mind when I am at the airport waiting to go to Peru. However, this is a cause that I strongly believe in, which is what led me to board that plane in 2006 and will push me on board the plan to Lima in a couple of weeks. At least I can take comfort in that my Spanish is a little better than my Bahasa Indonesian and that I will be meeting with fellow dedicated people while I am in Lima so there is less of a chance that I will get lost or abandoned in a far away land. It is going to be interesting.
It reminds me of a conversation that I had with a couple of friends back in college. We were talking one night about the three of us taking over a small South American country, and after a number of alcoholic beverages we settled on Peru. One guy was going to be the figurehead leader with no responsibility but with big mansion privileges. Another guy was going to be the interior minister in charge of the intelligence service because he wanted to be able to spy on everyone. I was going to be in charge of the armed forces because in small third world countries that is where the real power is, since with just one order I could stage a coup and overthrow the other two. I have long since lost contact with those other two guys but I would imagine that they would find it amusing that I am traveling to the country that we once planned on taking over, assuming that they still remember the initial conversation after all these years and all those beers...
Friday, April 10, 2009
A Good Friday Sermon 2
Now that I have a real life follower I suppose I should post more often to let them and you know that I am still alive, though I know there is at least one person who reads this blog who also reads my Idol blog quite regularly....
Back in 2006 in my past blog I posted a sermon on Good Friday that was critical of the church that I was born and baptized in. What prompted this was a delicious sausage that I had for lunch that day and the guilt trip that I went through afterwards, since when I was a kid I was told that people who eat meat on Lenten Fridays, especially Good Friday, were doomed to Hell. I still cannot understand how ignoring a meaningless rule established not by God but by mortal human beings was tantamount to committing murder or engaging in devil worship. I also still believe that the path to God is through a person's heart and not through their stomach.
Oh, BTW, I had a nice club sandwich with turkey for lunch today, and a beer.
One of the quotes that I found in my research for that post was this gem from theologian Grace McKinnon: "Not eating meat on Friday is but a small thing compared to the sacrifice He (Jesus) made by laying down His own life willingly so that we might live." This leads me to today's sermon. How exactly did Jesus' sacrifice allow me to live? I have been told as far back as I can remember that Jesus died for our sins but I have never really understood the logic behind this.
A few of you, including the affore mentioned follower (who I bet wants me to note that she is not the same person who reads the Idol blog), know that I attended a Catholic high school, and in my sophomore year there I had a priest for religion class that every once in a while would pass out index cards and ask us to write down any question about religion that we wanted to and that he would attempt to answer them. So one day I wrote down "how did Jesus die for our sins?" The teacher read this question aloud and laughed, then said that he thought it was a trick question and didn't answer it. "I think we all know the answer to that," he said. Thankfully we were not required to write down our names on the cards so I was spared the embarrassment of being exposed as an apparent heretic in front of my classmates, but I was upset that he did not answer the question. I did not press the issue, mostly because I was embarrassed to do so and also because the priest was pretty cool and would break up the lectures by showing us one of the Rocky movies. But to this day I wonder why he refused to answer the question. After all, it is one of the basic, heck the basic tenet of the Catholic Church but I was never given a basic, logical explanation for how it all works.
A few years ago one of my co-workers who is Hindu asked me what Easter was all about, which I thought posed an interesting dilemma, how do you explain Easter to a Hindu?
Christian: Easter celebrated the day that the Messiah Jesus rose from the dead.
Hindu: Like reincarnation?
Christian: No, Jesus came back as himself.
Hindu: Why is that important?
Christian: Because Jesus died for our sins.
Hindu: How?
Christian: Uhh..... did you notice how cold it was this morning?
I suppose that it is not a coincidence that my confirmation name was Thomas, not in the sense that I am a doubter but in the sense that I find it difficult to accept things on faith alone. OK, maybe I am a doubter. This may also explain why I was such a bad Republican and had to leave the party and the county that I was raised in. Why can't the church that claims to speak for God on matters of faith and morals offer a rational explanation for a belief that goes to the core of the religion? It's like getting into a taxi in a third world country, they ask you to just take it on faith that you will end up at your hotel with your wallet still in your pocket.
Which, BTW, I will find out about in about a month when I go to Peru. More on that in a later post.
So here I was a couple of months ago with all these doubts about the religion that I was raised in talking to my 6-year old niece about that same religion. She goes to Sunday school and on this occasion she told me all the things she is learning in this school, and I find myself encouraging her to continue and telling her how important it was for her to go to these classes. I thought afterwards about how odd this was and whether or not I was being a hypocrite, but I think I have come to terms with this. The faith that I have and the questions that I ask come from all those years in church and religion classes. I'm not looking to tear down the house, just remodel it. The foundation is still there, and I think it is important for my niece to get that foundation before she starts asking the questions. Does this make any sense?
I still wonder what the connection was between the New Testament and Rocky Balboa, but I guess some mysteries are better left unknown....
Back in 2006 in my past blog I posted a sermon on Good Friday that was critical of the church that I was born and baptized in. What prompted this was a delicious sausage that I had for lunch that day and the guilt trip that I went through afterwards, since when I was a kid I was told that people who eat meat on Lenten Fridays, especially Good Friday, were doomed to Hell. I still cannot understand how ignoring a meaningless rule established not by God but by mortal human beings was tantamount to committing murder or engaging in devil worship. I also still believe that the path to God is through a person's heart and not through their stomach.
Oh, BTW, I had a nice club sandwich with turkey for lunch today, and a beer.
One of the quotes that I found in my research for that post was this gem from theologian Grace McKinnon: "Not eating meat on Friday is but a small thing compared to the sacrifice He (Jesus) made by laying down His own life willingly so that we might live." This leads me to today's sermon. How exactly did Jesus' sacrifice allow me to live? I have been told as far back as I can remember that Jesus died for our sins but I have never really understood the logic behind this.
A few of you, including the affore mentioned follower (who I bet wants me to note that she is not the same person who reads the Idol blog), know that I attended a Catholic high school, and in my sophomore year there I had a priest for religion class that every once in a while would pass out index cards and ask us to write down any question about religion that we wanted to and that he would attempt to answer them. So one day I wrote down "how did Jesus die for our sins?" The teacher read this question aloud and laughed, then said that he thought it was a trick question and didn't answer it. "I think we all know the answer to that," he said. Thankfully we were not required to write down our names on the cards so I was spared the embarrassment of being exposed as an apparent heretic in front of my classmates, but I was upset that he did not answer the question. I did not press the issue, mostly because I was embarrassed to do so and also because the priest was pretty cool and would break up the lectures by showing us one of the Rocky movies. But to this day I wonder why he refused to answer the question. After all, it is one of the basic, heck the basic tenet of the Catholic Church but I was never given a basic, logical explanation for how it all works.
A few years ago one of my co-workers who is Hindu asked me what Easter was all about, which I thought posed an interesting dilemma, how do you explain Easter to a Hindu?
Christian: Easter celebrated the day that the Messiah Jesus rose from the dead.
Hindu: Like reincarnation?
Christian: No, Jesus came back as himself.
Hindu: Why is that important?
Christian: Because Jesus died for our sins.
Hindu: How?
Christian: Uhh..... did you notice how cold it was this morning?
I suppose that it is not a coincidence that my confirmation name was Thomas, not in the sense that I am a doubter but in the sense that I find it difficult to accept things on faith alone. OK, maybe I am a doubter. This may also explain why I was such a bad Republican and had to leave the party and the county that I was raised in. Why can't the church that claims to speak for God on matters of faith and morals offer a rational explanation for a belief that goes to the core of the religion? It's like getting into a taxi in a third world country, they ask you to just take it on faith that you will end up at your hotel with your wallet still in your pocket.
Which, BTW, I will find out about in about a month when I go to Peru. More on that in a later post.
So here I was a couple of months ago with all these doubts about the religion that I was raised in talking to my 6-year old niece about that same religion. She goes to Sunday school and on this occasion she told me all the things she is learning in this school, and I find myself encouraging her to continue and telling her how important it was for her to go to these classes. I thought afterwards about how odd this was and whether or not I was being a hypocrite, but I think I have come to terms with this. The faith that I have and the questions that I ask come from all those years in church and religion classes. I'm not looking to tear down the house, just remodel it. The foundation is still there, and I think it is important for my niece to get that foundation before she starts asking the questions. Does this make any sense?
I still wonder what the connection was between the New Testament and Rocky Balboa, but I guess some mysteries are better left unknown....
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