Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Stop Sending Those “Don’t Buy Gas” Emails


Stop Sending Those “Don’t Buy Gas” Emails

The first (and most obvious) reason is you are simply delaying the purchase of the gasoline you need; we’re not actually decreasing the demand for gas (which might bring the prices down), we’re just shifting the demand to another day in the very near future.

I have forwarded similar emails in the past; it just makes sense that the big fuel companies would notice if everyone stopped buying gas on one day. In fact, they probably won't. They KNOW we're gonna need their product again very soon. Until America decreases its reliance on foreign fossil fuels we'll always be essentially at the mercy of big oil. I don't see myself changing my driving habits any time soon, do you?





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My ego?





I am a persuasive person. I have always managed to sell stuff -- merchandise, ideas, myself, whatever. I have a large and powerful ego to which people seem to respond. I have convinced myself that I am better than average, that I am a likable and reasonably good looking guy -- and that since I believe these things, others do too. I think I can do something, therefore I can. I am convinced that I can talk a person into anything, make a person believe anything (especially when it's the truth and I believe it), that given enough time and the right words (which have always seemed to be present in my mouth at the right time) I can do anything or have anything I want.

The whole paragraph above sounds terribly conceited -- and I'm not. I promise. I am fortunate (lucky?) and good with words and good with people generally. I am honest and straightforward and hide very little emotionally and people respond to that on a basic, primal level, usually.

I guess it's a function of my ego, or perhaps a breakdown somewhere along the way, that's been frustrating me so much lately. I've said the right words, behaved in the right way and I can't get what I want. My ego is wounded and I am hurt, I guess. It's a deep down kind of hurt that I can't shake -- like a broken leg or something. It will take some time to heal; I'll be bruised for a bit.

It's not that I always get what I want. On the contrary, I'm regularly disappointed. Sometimes people don't respond rationally, sometimes I fail to reach the mark. Often I simply quit trying. If the effort is turning out to be greater than the reward, I'll often quit midstream. Sometimes I wait a while and still get what I want. Sometimes I never do.

I can almost always rationalize my failures by, as I say, attributing them to other people's irrationality or my own laziness (but not to a lack of quality or skill on my part). Sometimes I realize I didn't want it as badly as I thought. Often my desire for something, an object or a goal, simply fades away.

So friends, forgive me if I'm being royal king-sh*t asshole. I'm not getting what I want and don't like it. You might try stroking my ego a bit; that never hurts.





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Friday, May 04, 2007

Why use "CC"?



Carbon copy - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The CC recipients are revealed to all recipients, and this may not be desirable, depending on the situation. An alternative field, BCC, or Blind Carbon Copy, is available for hidden notification. In common usage, To field recipients are the primary audience of the message, CC field recipients are others whom the author wishes to publicly inform of the message, and BCC field recipients are those surreptitiously being informed of the communication.




Obviously this is one of those topics that just popped into my head about 20 minutes ago. I got to wondering, in this day and age, why anyone would use a "CC:" field in an email. All popular mail clients and web-based email sites allow you to put scads of email addresses in the "To" field -- so, why would I every use a "CC"? A passable answer is found in the Wikipedia (the sum of all useful human knowledge). Apparently, recipients of CC'd messages aren't necessarily expected to reply; they're simply being notified. One might CC one's supervisor to make him aware of the message, but he's not expected to take action.



Interesting, huh?



I use BCC when sending forwards, of course. Lately, I've been BCC'ing people on messages that I didn't want the primary recipients (those in the "To:" box) to know I was communicating with. Apparently, I shouldn't be talking to certain people right now. Long story. I'm rambling. :)







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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

On this cool clear night

On this cool clear night
The moon is bright and I
Stand beneath the stars
Wondering if somewhere
You and your golden hair
Lay thinking or pondering o'er
Past or future, do you
Think of what might have been or be?
Do you remember or dream or
Do you perhaps even long just a little
For me?

- April, 2007

Friday, April 13, 2007

Jesus is my DEALER



The Herald Democrat

When he asked her if she knew why McDaniel stopped her, she stated “because I was walking in traffic.” Yes, that was correct, and he explained she couldn’t walk in the roadway. Then, he asked her if she was high on some kind of drug. Her answer, the report said, was “I am. It’s the Holy Spirit and little bit of marijuana.” He asked if she had any left and she said, “Not enough to get you high, but I know who to go to for more.” McDaniel asked who and she answered, “Jesus.”




Hrm. I wonder what church she's going to? I've heard of Jesus as God incarnate, the head of the church, brother, friend, Superstar, lamb, and on and on; he's got dozens or hundreds of "roles" in our society, but I've never thought of Jesus as my DEALER.









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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

May the Eye of Horus shine upon you all





The UT Martin Pacer - Letters to the Editor - Viewpoints

We do not try to convince others of the greatness of the Boy King: His powerful image speaks for itself. We do not spend any money on advertising as all the donations we receive go to "the obelisk fund" as we like to call it. We hope to build an obelisk in Northwest Tennessee, at an undisclosed location, around which we can gather and pray to the Boy King that he may spread His wings over us. His supremacy over all other deities is unquestionable and we believe that, like Him, we will conquer Death.




I read The Pacer on occasion -- the letters to the editor can sometimes be very enlightening (or funny). THIS letter is just downright hilarious! Makes me think the movie Young Sherlock Holmes. Just think! Somewhere in the boonies of Northwest Tennessee someone is scouting land to build an obelisk to honor and worship the Sun God, Amun-Ra!



Surely this is parody. Surely.





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Sunday, April 01, 2007

Let the lower lights be burning



We were on our way to Taco Bell for supper tonight and saw this interesting menorah gleaming from a cross street in Milan. It caught my eye -- strange to see something like this on the side of the road.



There was no one visible inside the church or outside on the street. It was still burning an hour later on our way back.





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Thursday, March 29, 2007

True grit -- Another first for Eric



Eric tried grits for the first time (ever) today. I don't think he likes them. He mixed them with butter and salt. My mother indicated that he might try them with cheese next time.



Wednesday, March 28, 2007

A $1 parking ticket? How cheap!





ABC News: $1 Parking Ticket From 1980 Paid Off

A $1 parking ticket from 1980 has been paid off, after the offender sent the payment along with a $3 late fee to police without giving a name.







When I left Memphis, I folded up a hundred dollar bill, stuck it in a library book, and dropped it into the night depository at the main branch of the library. I hope they're not still looking for me. A friend who worked there told me that at one time, my picture was taped to the circulation desk with "DO NOT LEND" stenciled across the top.



This story reminds me that my Dad got a parking ticket when he was in Memphis one time. I had intended to "get it fixed" but I never did. I wonder if the MPD is on the lookout for him? I can imagine that conversation now.





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Rats from a sinking ship -- but why did they get on?



Delta Air plans for stock to trade on NYSE in May | Transportation | Reuters

Existing shares of Delta will be wiped out when the company emerges from Chapter 11. Delta has said it expects to have a market value of $10 billion.


I've done some profoundly stupid things in my life... The most recent didn't involve a woman.

My father was sitting in my office the other day using a spare computer to check his email (he's not yet a gmail devotee' -- he's still on Yahoo, blech) and watching the market. Dad commented that Delta's stock was doing pretty well and was cheap that day... Yeah, it's DALRQ; the "Q" stands for Bankruptcy.

So, after watching the thing trade for a few minutes I absently hit the "buy" button and became the proud owner of 500 shares of this venerable air carrier. I bought at, I think, $.81... I got out at $.71, yesterday, and it's trading right now at $.52 with the bottom continuing to fall out

Now, my question is why in the world is anyone even still trading this thing? I know that there are a few idiots like me who didn't fully research the thing before doing a "Quick Buy", but that can't be all of it. It's destined to crash and burn, horribly, before May 1. At this late date, with its funeral already planned and the mourners having their suits pressed, why is anyone BUYING this thing?


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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Gmail down -- someone send up a flare!

Dammit. I need my Gmail.



I like the idea of moving as much of my life as possible to web-based apps -- mainly 'cause I have access to them everywhere -- but when one of them breaks, it's a pain. I continue to applaud Google and gmail, though. I understand brief outages.





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Secular legislators?



God's dupes - Los Angeles Times

PETE STARK, a California Democrat, appears to be the first congressman in U.S. history to acknowledge that he doesn't believe in God. In a country in which 83% of the population thinks that the Bible is the literal or "inspired" word of the creator of the universe, this took political courage.
This is interesting. I wonder how it will impact his bid for re-election. We shouldn't be concerned about legislators who don't believe in God (or any god for that matter) -- one's belief in a higher power doesn't necessarily affect one's judgment or even one's morality. I suspect, however, that Representative Stark will face wide criticism for his admission.



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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

You're every other beat of my heart

You're every other beat of my heart
An integral part of my pulse,
Regular and reliable
Pumping life and love and peace through each day
Even far, distant, this cadence brings you into my mind.

When I breath, I inhale and know
That somewhere, you breath also
As I exhale your name flutters, a whisper,
Across my lips.

I do not long for you as lover longs for lover
I long for you as the river longs for the sea
A tree, in full bloom, longing for the gentle breeze of spring
Your words, soft touch, warmth
Resonate, vibrate, reassure, sustain me
As you are every other beat of my heart.

-February 2007

Monday, January 29, 2007

In her eyes I find her beauty

In her eyes I find her beauty
So much surrounded by loveliness, but
Outdone by the depths of emotion
In those gateways to her soul.

Transfixed, I stare
As the quietness in that busy world
Overwhelms me, drowning out
My cares, my thoughts,
I am drawn instead into dreams.

For a moment, no surely an hour
I am in another place
Not with her, but not apart
The longing may come in waves, as
In her eyes I find her beauty.

2006 - for Adrienne

I stood behind you on the street

I stood behind you on the street
And I knew you and you knew I was behind
You didn't turn around, but you knew I put
My hand on your shoulder to wrap you
In my arms you didn't want to be
You said as you turned as if you
Meant to turn all along,
"Watch how they tap their feet," and led
Me away losing my words and my dreams as they
Walked down the street.

1998 - for Jessica

Just hold my hand

Just hold my hand and
I will dream
Of tender moments that might be.
Perhaps a dream of your laugh,
Of a whispered word, you so close
I feel your soft breath on my neck.

Just hold my hand
For only a moment
I might imagine breathing so
Lightly as our lips touch,
My eyes closed but my vision filled with
So many shooting stars.

Just hold my hand
A light touch and
I can feel your warmth,
The same warmth I long to
Feel as I hold you, still and quiet.
Just hold my hand.

2007 - following New Year

Friday, January 19, 2007

And so I placed you on a pedestal

And so I placed you on a pedestal
High above me because in my mind
I was less than worthy
Beneath you standing I smiled and found myself
Proud to recognize such beauty and grace
Pleased to elevate it and revere it.

And so like all things earthly
You became something else when
Separate from the earth and me
You changed, at least in my perception.
Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen, so high had I placed you, or
Perhaps you were never what I thought you to be
Before I placed you on a pedestal.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

God and Math: What if the big guy says 2 + 2 doesn't equal 4?

I was looking at my college webpage on the Internet Wayback Machine last night (the server has been off-line for some years now). Some of you may remember that I rambled quite a bit back then. I read some of my old "blog" entries -- my posts were called "Thoughts of the Day" and resembled a blog, though no one had ever heard the term at the time.

Some of my posts were quite funny (and I may share them with you), others were pretty depressing, especially when I remember what motivated them. Anyway... reading these old musings prompted me to ramble a bit in my own mind last night:

What if all evidence contradicts God?
So, I'm facing a situation where, in my mind, all things point to one answer and in my heart, God is telling me something entirely different. It isn't quite so cut and dried as God saying 2 + 2 equals 5, but I am quite confused. I'm questioning God, questioning my interpretation of his purpose, and just generally confused.

Every fiber of my being screams that X is true, all evidence indicates that X is true, independent observers have confirmed that X appears to be true... When I ask God if X is true, I get an ambiguous answer that seems to indicate that it is in fact NOT true (I really don't get an answer at all). I suppose it could be that one part of my brain refuses to accept his answer and is therefore looking past it. It could be that I'm simply to dense to see that God is CONFIRMING my suspicion that X is true. I dunno.

I really wish he'd go ahead and tell me one way or another.

Lord, help me understand your purpose and intentions. I'm blunt -- send me a lightning bolt (figuratively) or something, please....



Monday, August 07, 2006

The importance of a comma -- "a basic rule of punctuation"

globeandmail.com : 'A basic rule of punctuation':
A grammatical blunder may force Rogers Communications Inc. to pay an extra $2.13-million to use utility poles in the Maritimes after the placement of a comma in a contract permitted the deal's cancellation.
I'm a big fan of commas, as you may know. I'm also facinated by the law (though contract law can be boring as all get-out). The situation above illustrates perfectly why we hire lawyers to create and review legal documents -- and, also as illustrated above, sometimes they can screw up!






Sunday, August 06, 2006

Thoughts on friendship: "Keeping score..."

The Bible says that "the love of money is the root of evil" -- or something similar. We hear that passage misquoted often as "money is the root of evil". Do you ruminate on what your friends owe you? Is it your turn to pay the bar bill or someone else's? Did you loan your buddy $10 and do you expect it back? So many friendships are allowed to sour because we're keeping score.

I moved back to my small hometown several years ago (6 or 7, I can't remember). I do remember that I hadn't been home long when, as I had no plans for the evening, my dad asked me to watch my brother while my dad and mom went out for supper. As he was gathering up his wallet, keys, etc before he walked out the door, my Dad discovered he had no cash. He asked, "Nathan, do you have any cash?" As it was Friday and I had gotten paid that day and had taken some cash when I deposited my check, I had about $150. I told him so and he said, "Let me borrow about $100." Of course I loaned it to him --I thought nothing of it...

Several weeks later I remembered this "loan" and quizzed pop about it... He said to me with a smile on his face, "If you wanna keep score, I can start dragging out American Express bills for the last several years." I was a bit shocked -- and humbled. Who knows how much of my father's money I'd spent using that gold-plated credit-card -- I don't know and Dad certainly doesn't know. I learned a valuable lesson from my father over the years and this was the moment when the lesson became real.

Don't keep score...
If you love your friends and your friends love you -- if they are true friends, you needn't keep up with who owes who what. You spend on them, they spend on you. You do them favors, they do favors for you. Friendship should be an equitable relationship, yes, but you shouldn't carry a ledger book around in your back pocket.

When I can and when the fancy strikes me, I commonly pick up the check for dinner or other fun and exciting activities when I'm hanging out with my friends. Sometimes the tab is small and sometimes it's not so small. Often, if we're with people who don't know me terribly well, folks begin to reach for the pocketbooks or bill-folds to "pay me back". I can see the calculations rolling through their heads as they add up what their portion of the bill should be -- I generally hide the ticket away as quickly as possible to make this process more difficult. My general response to requests for a sub-total is to say, "We'll settle up later." In my mind, we've already settled up! I've had the pleasure of their company and they've had to put up with me -- a fair bargain for the cost of the meal or a few rounds of drinks, in my mind at least.

To not keep score can be a difficult habit to adopt. We tend to immediately think of what people owe us... But, if you're with true friends, you should know that it'll all come out even in the end.

It's important, if you're not keeping score, to remember to always give at every opportunity. Always offer to help. Always offer to pay (and sometimes force the issue). Always wash the dishes. Never remind someone that you paid last time. It's always your turn.

Don't loan money; give it away...
I don't loan my friends money. I don't do it. It's a bad practice and it almost always leads to conflict. If you're loaning friends money, you're setting up a business relationship and business relationships and friendship often clash. I give folks money, if I can afford it, and am pleased when they pay me back. I'm not disappointed if they don't -- 'cause I didn't expect it.

The important rule to remember is never to give a friend more money than you can afford to lose. If it hurts you to give it and you have to have it back at some point, don't loan it. Simple, huh? You'll save yourself lots of grief and strained conversations.

This was tough for me...

Several years ago a friend of mine -- a very good friend -- backed over my parked car. We laughed about it at the time. The damage was entirely superficial; a dented door and some scrapes were the only indication that something had happened. My friend offered to pay for the repairs and I said "sure"... The mistake on my part was preparing myself to actually be recompensed for the damage.

I had the car repaired -- I think the bill was about $400, but it may have been closer to $600. I kept the bill and called my friend, saying that the repairs were complete and I offered to supply a copy of the bill. That's okay, the friend said, no bother, I'll send you a check. I've never seen a penny.

Now, I know that my friend simply forgot. My friend wouldn't stiff me on purpose. I never mentioned it again, however. "WHAT???" you say? Nope, I never mentioned it. This would create a situation where money was, for only a second, at the center of our friendship. A debt would be the topic of conversation. As time passed I lay awake at night thinking about that money -- there were times when I could really have used it, times when my own wallet was a bit thin. This is when not keeping score became hard. I had made a mistake, as I mentioned above, in preparing myself for the money.

I am simply not going to permit money come between me and those I love. It's a cursed mistake and I'm not going to do it -- I recommend that you avoid it as well.

Some warnings...
Don't let yourself be taken advantage of by false friends. Know your true friends and keep them close. Be wary of folks who never pick up the tab -- the amount isn't important. If they're buying dinner at Chez McDonalds and you're buying dinner at Chez Phillipe, that's fine. If you're always buying dinner, you're in trouble... Your true friends won't abuse the relationship.

Don't overspend or overcommit yourself in your friendships -- it's easy to get caught up giving to people. Whether you're giving time, money, or even emotional capital, remember that you have to look after yourself. If your friends are true friends, they'll help look after you just as you look after them.

Please, please, please.. Remember this: This works for me. I am at peace in my life; I'm as happy as I've ever been, I suppose. This isn't a be-all-end-all blog post for friendship and there are caveats and contradictions to every rule. Your mileage may vary.