Don’t Hate Mondays!

I’m tired of people spouting off about Monday. No more, I hate Monday’s. Or if someone has a touch of the late 90′s ironic. “Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays…” But lets think about this does it make any sense to “Hate” Mondays? I Say no. And I can hopefully show you why its a bit ridiculous to waste that time… With MATH

You spend on average 8 hours a day sleeping. Which equates to roughly 33% of your life
So 66% of your life is spent awake.
Now 1/7 of that time or 14.2% is spent taking place on a Monday.
14.2 percent taken from the 66% awake time is left with 56% of your waking non Monday life left to live.

We aren’t even going to touch other days people don’t look forward to here. You are now left with half of your life, roughly, that you are writing off by default. Wouldn’t it make sense to give Monday a chance and push the percentage just a bit higher? I mean come on Monday is why they invented coffee.

This whole equation also shows why I don’t sleep 8 hours. I prefer 4 or 5. So that means I only sleep 20% of my life. Cuts down on the non useful time quite a bit.

So on average I work / enjoy and LIVE 13 % MORE than all you sleepy heads!

A twinkie problem


The nation is full of fat people, and yet we are worried about companies that produce unhealthy food, with no real redeeming benefits. Look I would hate to see good honest people loosing their jobs. I don’t think anyone would get up on a soapbox and push that notion forward. It is a private business and I do feel bad about a piece of history, albeit a less than tasty piece, fall out of favor. Tastykakes, are always better. Made with real food too

There are stories circulating about management vs the workers and trying to demonize both sides. But the real problem is we have a twinkie problem, and a burger king problem, and a pizza hut problem. A Twinkie going the way of the dodo isn’t too bad a thing when you think about it. It’s like a Mcdonalds going out of business, better for the waistline, not so good for the people who work there. We need viable healthy snack and food companies. Stupid economy.

Voting Mess


I don’t care who you vote for.

We’re supposed to be a civilized country. And we happen to be in the business of spreading democracy around the world, whether other people want it or not. Be careful we might get some of our democracy on you. Why the hell can’t we have a unified voting system, that makes this mess simple, and easy. both to cast and to recount if needed. We need transparency and accountability.

Just sitting in the office listening to stories around the country of people on both sides of the aisle complaining about intimidation, unfair practices, machines picking the wrong people. Come on. ONE system. This is 2012, i can ship and track a package from almost anywhere in the world. I can talk to 10 people at once via video in 10 different locations… FOR FREE. and we can’t get voting done right?

Politics as usual


Coffee Break thought of the day:

Seriously can’t wait for the election to be over. The culture of extremist commentary and reactions is beyond annoying. I don’t care what party you are. I know if you lead a discussion with calling the other side a name you’re beyond a rational discussion, and beyond the scope of my interest.

If you have pet names for the other party, candidate or policy I don’t want to hear from you. If you get all your news from one source, and consider it infallible, you have a problem. You need to shop around, outside of the sphere of influence you agree with. using the tenants of Post modernist anthropology we must all agree that everyone has a bias, and only meaningful discussion can come after people admit their bias and speak with care. Read the other people’s stuff. If they make cogent arguments, and you are unable to even consider the possibility that they may have a point, on anything. you are doing politics wrong. Good day sir.

shave the face

I have had a beard / goatee or some other form of facial adornment since I was 16, I’m 32 now. So for half of my life roughly I’ve been covering my real face with a nicely shaped hedge, a topical topiary of sorts. I shaved the beard completely off yesterday, I don’t know why. Maybe its a subconscious need for a fresh start, maybe its a narcissistic need to have other comment on a physical change. Maybe it was because my face was too warm in the summer time.

But like I said I’ve spent half of my life hiding behind a false face, should i be offended if people prefer the hairy face over the naked face? I”m not, in fact i’m pretty sure i dig the bearded me more than not, its just fun to do something for the hell of it sometimes.

I still think i look like two different people, I don’t think i’m acting like it though. But if you asked me which person i identified with being i’d point to the bearded one every time.

walking the dog

image

getting yourself up in the morning putting on your shoes I just walking out the door to walk a dog without any kind of preparation tends to lead to some interesting conversations with your self. for instance why have a dream about people you barely know, haven’t seen in years. and in the dream which seems real, horrible things are happening these people so real and so horrible when you have to wake up you for spending time checking to see if it is real. the events seem horrible but they seem plausible it seems oddly familiar. Like I vaguely remember hearing them but they are completely and utterly false. where do these stories come from why pick these characters? because they truly are characters they’re not the real people not even gross approximations of the people they bear the name of. anyway this is the stuff I think about, when I walk the dog before I have my coffee

Consider then

If you think I’m weird, you should consider what I haven’t shared.
If you think I’m offensive consider the things I haven’t said.
If you think i’m wrong, consider at least I cared.
If you think I’m Stupid, consider this subject dead.

Yet…
If you think I’m interesting consider what I’ve yet to do.
If you think I’m talented, consider what I have yet to make,
If you think I’m tired, consider what I’ve been through,
And if you think I’m real, consider what would be fake.

I choose not to think of myself as any of those things, good or bad. I’m just me. Spending too much time considering, or worrying about what you think, or how I seem doesn’t get me anywhere. but from time to time things pop up and exceptions need to be made. So Consider all things, and throw out what doesn’t help.

We aren’t one person, we are a house of mirrors seen from all sides. Each person sees a little of themselves in you, each person looks at you through their own experiences, by the light of their life. So no matter what you think you are, they will see you differently. try to be the best you you can be. And leave it at that.

Advice from a relativist

On the day that I got married my cousin pulled me aside and said to me. “On my wedding day your grandfather told me ‘Never to go to bed without telling your wife you love her at least once.’ It won’t make anything easier or harder, but its a good start.” So then he says. “I know your grandfather can’t be here today, so consider this his gift to you, from me.”

Now tell me, does valentines day really need to be overly done up, or should you be doing little things every day?

Better lucky

This year I am thankful for airbags. And more than anything for the ability to walk away from that crash… All the surgeries, pain, and discomfort are nothing compared to the ability to hold my family close.

Put it this way, if we had picked a different car, it might not have taken the side impact. If we didn’t have 9 inches of ground clearance the other car would have hit me instead of going under us for the most part. If so many little things had been different I might not be able to write this today. So yes aging shoulder surgery sucks, even more so missing work, and being laid up for a month sucked. But by Christmas I’ll be able to take the sling off, and give my family a huge hug. And for all that I’m thankful.

No snark this year just gratitude.

Tough

20111109-190830.jpg

My medical chart, depending on the doctors office I’m in, is usually quite impressive. I’ve had more surgeries than I care to count, I’m tired of explaining my funky bone disease to every X-ray tech on the planet. That would be osteoencondromatosis in the 4th and 5th proximal phalange on each hand… But to be honest surgery never bothered me, until I had kids.

Kids change more than just your day to day life, they add an extra level of responsibility to everything you do, and are involved in. I used to frequent the operating room for tons of different reasons, but since 5 years ago there have only been two. And each time I got a panic attack right before it. I kept thinking, would this be the last time my kids saw their father? Would this be the last family dinner we had together.

Both times I knew enough to not mention these thoughts to my wife, why worry her even more than she already was? But this time I talked about it to her right afterwards, and I saw a sadness in her eyes.

There is more at stake now, there are people counting on me. And it’s terrifying, after I got into the car accident last month, my son had tears in his eyes when he walked in to see me. I’m supposed to be the strong one, supposed to be the provider. And this vulnerability is something I hope doesn’t come back for a good while.