What Can Your Network Do For You?

The Committee…some days, those words send chills up my spine.  Or is it chinchillas?  I’m never sure.

Anyway, the Committee members are in the midst of a dispute.  Do they promote a person or idea to a large group of people (e.g., a particular candidate or party for U.S. President in 2012) or let the system fulfill its predetermined fuzzy math, neural network outcome, where the person with the biggest network of people with the best possible chance of improving overall conditions for our species within our solar system ecosystem wins?

PME magazine declares “Less Is More” on its cover, discussing single-pipe hydronic system that solves high-rise troubles.

Meanwhile, the 2010 “Gallery” at WSCC received a silver award for annual publications from Sigma Delta Chi, the Society of Professional Journalists.

Wallace Turman offers a “Bible story told through the Scripture Emphasis on Psalms 40 and demonstrated through clay on how the Potter, clay and the wheel relate to us.  This is a Great Learning Experience for the Whole Family [and he] can come to your Church or Business.”  For booking call Wallace at (256) 859-6517, (256) 658-1233 or email blackk59 [at] yahoo.com.

Finally, American Currents magazine offers the following observations about the mating habits of Warmouth, Lepomis gulosus:

“Both sexes, when courting, would approach another adult.  Only males were observed defending a territory.  Larger males were most successful at defending territories.  Only courting males would approach another fish with gills flared and attempt to lead a female to the nest site.  Females approaching the nest of a courting male would blanch with darkened eyes and move directly into the nest to engage in rock biting.  Brood care was performed only by males.  The paternal males frequently chased other fish off or away from the nest site.  Paternal investment ended once the larvae left the nest.

“Males and nests were acclimated over a period of one to several days prior to addition of females into the system.  This allowed time for males to establish territories and define hierarchy.

“The single male system with one or more females used a 150-litre (4-gallon) glass aquarium.  The male and nest were placed to one side of the tank and the following day conditioned female(s) were introduced and confined to the other side using a partition.  By day three, females were attempting to go through the partition, so the partition was removed and immediately the male began to court the females.  The partition was removed allowed the sexes to interact only when fishes could be monitored.  To keep the male receptive to ripe females, we eliminated parental obligations by removing the nest once eggs were hatched.  On several occasions, multiple, apparently, ripe females entered the nest and the males would abruptly stop courting.  The females would attempt to vent-rub even though the male’s courting has ceased.  Courtship and spawning would only occur successfully with a single female on the nest.  Several males that failed to construct and defend a nest site were removed.  Males observed to be reluctant to display courtship and spawning behaviours were replaced.

“A problem noted with this setup is that once females were removed, the male would often neglect parental duties and brood survival was greatly reduced.  Successful incubation required either leaving at least one female in the tank or removal of the nest for incubation in another tank [with adequate, artificial ventilation].  Males were often observed to be reluctant to spawn when they were the only male in the system; adding another male often promoted more intense courting, possibly because of competition between the males.

“The two-male system used a 454-l (120-gal) fiberglass raceway.  Males quickly feuded over the single nest and within an hour one male had become dominant and claimed the nest.  Conditioned females (n=7) were confined as a group to the smaller volume in the [tank].  At the beginning of the work day the partition was removed allowing the females to interact with the males over nests.  When the females were released, only the dominant male could defend a nest and successfully court the females.  The second male would attempt to defend a territory but was unable to court the females.

“Conditioning of the females was minimal and only required the females to be fed good amounts of food a couple weeks prior to spawning.  Courting behaviour includes a male swimming toward the females swaying his body while flaring his operculum then returning to his designated nest; this is repeated several times before a female responds by returning to the nest with the male.  Often times more than one female would enter a nest site.  During trials, as many as five females were observed in a single nest.  Males would refuse to spawn when more than two females were in a nest at one time.  So in order to induce spawning, several females had to be removed.  Three females were left in the raceway and within minutes a female returned to the nest.”

Sounds oddly familiar, like some people I know…

My wife wants me to mention the everyday miracle of life that occurs around us all the time (i.e., another example of Presbyterian predestination, she says).

Today, while sorting out clothes for her mother at the assisted living apartment, she had a few leftover clothes hanger, including a broken one which I proceeded to bend and turn into a giant thin moustache I could maybe use as a costume prop next month.  We left the apartment and I threw the bent wire into the backseat.  After seeing the dramatised true-to-life movie-of-the-week called “Moneyball,” we stopped to fill our automobile tank with petrol.  At the gas station, our favourite attendant there, Theresa, mentioned a fellow needed a coat hanger to jimmy the lock on his truck in which he locked his keys.  I carry a coat hanger in my car like almost never —  when I do, BOOM! lightning strikes and someone needs it.

The bigger your network, the better the chance of you experiencing and/or believing in everyday miracles, serendipitous or some such.  Perhaps, like Gandhi, your friends are setting up the infrastructure to make your life look more miraculous.  Same thing.

If=since, says Dr. Tom Lovell, referring to Philippians 2:1 (although 2:14 is much more poignant to me; accentuate the positive, no henpecking and no kicking or drawing lines in the sand), after preaching about 1:27.

Makes sense to me.

Is the universe for you or against you.  I choose to believe/accept it’s for me, even when the local environment feels/seems/looks hostile.  Why else am I here?

Thanks to the seaters and Sarah at Outback; William and Sabrina at Cheeburger, Cheeburger; Alyssa and Olivia at Rave; the many, many smiling faces at HarborChase; the bridge players and support staff at Brookdale Place; Elsie, William Hovik and others at Faith; Mel Strain of Mel’s Workshop; the soap maker who’s a friend of Tina Williams; the creators of the ext4 journaling file system.

thx

Thanks to Sarah, JV and cooks at Beauregard’s; Traci at Mellow Mushroom; Martha, Scott and Zach at Publix; Maggie at Steak Out; Beonca and Renosha at the Rave; Rhonda at Amis Mill Eatery; Traci, Sophie and the always fun server at Plum Tree; Pal’s; Bubba’s in Scottsboro; the trainee at Arby’s; the “family” at HarborChase; more I can’t remember.

Congrats to Patricia Rhoton in her new role.

I’m easily distracted – time for bed.

One observation: when did round hay bales first go into farm production?

Is verbosity rewarded in the SMS age?

14,146 days to go?

Ubuntu or Puppy 528 on SDHC card (cheap SSD) for portable computing?

Is Rockbox still rocking?

Never underestimate the power of an old CPU.

60 Hz Hum: Chapter was the son of a schoolmaster

Seventy percent of U.S. economy is consumer spending?

Majority of wealth held in small percentage of Americans’ hands.

Subjectively, how does that feel?

Objectively, what does that mean?

The disconnect is disconcerting.

Around here, we go out to eat and waste food during the growing, harvesting, distribution, preparation, consumption and discarding phases.

While millions starve “somewhere else,” “not in my backyard,” etc.

All the same, different, it does not matter.

Wise guru/advisor/self, what do you suggest?

Meditate and consider the possibilities.

Check statistics.

Read the supercomputer of an ant farm called a bug-filled house.

Then respond.

Colloquial or “perfect” English, it does not matter.

Results, results, results.

RICE

Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation.

Friendly advice from my neighbourhood nurse practitioner for a sprained ankle.

And an X-Ray of my left ankle at the Crestwood Diagnostics and Imaging Center in case I have more than sprained the middle-aged joints, ligaments or tendons.

Where, conveniently, coincidentally, serendipitously, I was X-rayed by a GE Precision machine*.

‘Tis a small world.

Which reminds me, I’m way behind in my thanks: Chad at Pizza Hut, Caleab at Atlanta Bread Company, Hailey at Dreamland Bar-B-Que, LaDana at Panera, Rainy/David/Penny at Thai Garden, Sydney at Carson’s Grille, Bridgit at Shaggy’s Burgers & Tacos, Mary L at Taco Bell, Murriel/Maria at Publix and all the others who’ve been helpful when my memorisation technique was not turned on.

*BTW, a little website precision would be useful at http://www.gehealthcare.com/euen/r_f/products/classical_rf/products/preci500d.html, where the following misspelling occurs:

Precision 500D

Built with the user in mind, the Percision 500D is recognized for its ease of use, simplicity, and reliability while providing exceptional images with less dose.

Good thing GE’s not depending on the web publishing business to make a profit (do we thank the English or the Chinese for these spelling lessons?). 😉

Do you feed or starve your fears? : Chapter Le Crimp

She sat in the auditorium chair, shaking her crossed leg, a normal post-speech habit.

She had researched many jokes to tell during her presentation, Better Together: A Story About the Power of Connectionalism.

One she had not told:

I like to stay in shape physically so, when out of town recently, I called the local gym.  I asked if they had a swimming pool.  “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Did they have a weight room.  “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Did they have an elliptical training room?  “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Did they at least have a sauna to use after a long run?   “Sorry, it’s closed because it’s not working.”  Well, I asked, is anything working in that gym?  “Yes,” the receptionist replied, “but I’m not worth much.”

Somewhere, the refrains of Bach’s Air from the Ouverture No. 3 in D major, BWV 1068, played on the Light Classical Music Choice digital channel, Matthias Bamert, Conductor of the BBC Philharmonic Orchestra.

Echoes of Joel Robinson, soloist, singing Great Is Thy Faithfulness, pushed against the sounds of people breathing, motor vehicles accelerating and Kevin Long’s organ piping.

Dr. Tom Lovell thought back to his sermon, Predestination: Is It All Planned Out?

O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing.

Gene Joiner, executive director of Maranatha Camp and Conference Center stood up to speak that day – 24th July 2011 – to announce the exciting news the camp had hosted 463 campers that summer.

Wilson Blair, with a nod to Warner Durnell, handed out copies of a document that declared:

THIS IS TO CERTIFY

THAT

Chapter of Presbyterian Men, First Presbyterian Church, Athens, Ala.

is officially affiliated with the

NATIONAL COUNCIL of PRESBYTERIAN MEN

in the

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

Rosemary thought back about her speech.  There she was, a CLP, happily married for 32 years.  A student of the Book of Order, old and new.

She remembered well her conversion to Presbyterianism, having wandered from her Catholic upbringing through the Episcopal denomination.

New faces bring new ideas.

“How many Presbyterians does it take to change a light bulb? ‘Change?’ the Presbyterian congregation asks in shock.”

Organised people love Presbyterianism because their religious practice is conducted by committee – better together, in other words.

A look back is a look forward.

Love – social connectedness on the individual, family or cultural level – is what a female-led flock in Big Cove, Alabama, is all about.

Better than a 30-minute wait for a cup of soup at a local restaurant because only the overworked kitchen workers, not the servers, have permission to dip a ladle in the vat.

Manage by walking around and make proactive changes, regardless of corporate office edicts, religious or secular.

= = =

Thanks to Katie Erickson at The Apollo Cafe, Ricky D at [unnamed because of poor kitchen service, despite post-service discount provided by the manager, Dustin], Aaron/Zach/Crystal/Dana/Pat/Carson at UBC, Amber at Arby’s, Octavio R at Sandoval’s, Kim and elizaBeth at Panera Bread, Kay Hanks at Publix, kitchen workers at Maranatha dining hall.

Observe and Report

Last night, while munching on a “healthy” veggie burger at Beauregard’s, thanks to Drew’s service, a guy dressed head to toe in my favourite team colours told my wife and me to watch a rising football star at Grissom High School in Huntsville.

We will.

We hope he wears orange and white for UTK on the football field soon, carrying on the traditions of Condredge Holloway, Joey Kent, Jayson Swain, and Rashad Moore.  Maybe we can get Johnny Majors and Phil Fulmer back in the fold together again for the very first time and bring the likes of Trooper Taylor the Recruiter back on the staff with Dooley.

There’s hope in Big Orange Country, now that integrity is a real priority.

Do I smell controversy in the Heart of Dixie?  Auburn and Bama fans don’t want me to spell out the answer.  Will Finebaum show his true colours or detail the facts?

Go Vols!

Time to taste my wife’s wonderful peanut butter sticks, a family favourite, just in time for the 4th of July.

Happy 1st of July to Canadians.

And congrats to Sharapova.

Now, back to your regularly-scheduled interrupted life.

You want it forwards or backwards?

At a Committee meeting last night, rain splattered on top of a cargo hauler.

In a room nearby, a quartet of one piano and three violins practiced the Mozart effect.

The Committee listened as I presented the future of zombie computer networks operating in automobiles whose drivers’ habits have been mapped, ensuring a 90-plus percent accuracy of node availability for using the vehicles to calculate a near 100 percent accurate and precise future.

All while generic Norco coarsely traced a course through my central nervous system.

Thanks to many: Deborah, Judy, CJ, Dr. Maddox the ballroom dancer, Surgery Center front desk experts, Cassie in serious profile, Chanda with the watch, Lori White in pink, Dr. Miller, Jessica (nearly a year marrired? or is she the one who visited Ketchikan?) and the rest of the professional staff who made my surgical procedure experience pleasantly memorable.

After undressing, receiving the EKG&IV, and enjoying the ride to the operating room, I looked at all the equipment (much stamped Stryker?), watched a person in blue try to slide a hook in a track on the ceiling, seeing my name and procedure written on a whiteboard, and woke up surrounded by more smiling faces.

It’s fun to pretend to be an innocent scared child facing adults who have well-practiced instructions on how to care for you, unlike the rest of real life.

Reminds me to ask what happens to all the stimulus junkie children when they have to wake up from their texting/gaming/videomakingviewing youth to create a viable means of support less dependent on constant/costly artificial stimuli.

I listened with the Committee to a presentation about breaking up Greece into corporate entities, much like city-states of old, where citizens get shares equal to their portion of the national debt which serves as their “vote” in the new system that they can accumulate or sell, increasing or decreasing their official voice/input to how the system works.

Now, I’ve got a backlog of computer analysed computer simulations to evaluate and compare to the Book of the Future.

After I sharpen my pencil…or my wit!

“Progressive Liberalist Party elects Al Franken and Barney Frank to oppose Obama in 2012 – Jerry Brown and Shakira admit defeat. Cuomo won’t commit to comment.”

“Al Gore accepts Green Party nomination, mulls VP choice – Jolly Green Giant or Smokey the Bear?”

“Google denies rumour of talks to buy GM/Monsanto/Caterpillar/ExxonMobil/BoA conglomerate.”

“FedEx sponsors fed gov’t building. New motto: ‘FedEx Supreme Court – we deliver judicial decisions to disrupt your lives overnight for truth, justice and the American fastfood life.'”

“Bud Selig banned for life from attending Dodgers’ games – more team owners may jump on bankruptcy/bannedwagon.”

“Williams sisters retire after losses at Wimbledon – start new careers as Myanmar rap stars with hit, ‘We’re so poor, our butlers can’t afford their own butlers no more'”

Re-evaluation

My h0liday of humour moves on – time to get back on the Committee again.

One more set of data points for you before I go, some old and some new:

And to my female friends in the Big Apple – the women in New York City may be smarter but they tell me they’re wealthier in Hong Kong.  Smarts ain’t all about money, though, is it?

Deafinition: Legal [does not equal] Ethical/Politically Smart; Malnourished = Abuse of Uppers

The NBA gives me a German star and NASCAR gives me a Jeff Gordon win.  What does the NHL give me?

If I keep getting what I want when I don’t ask, what will I want when I get what I asked for?

Thanks to Kevin at Ruby Tuesday; Kayla Hayes and smiling coworkers at Krystal; Casey at PetSmart; Sharon at HarborChase; the friendly faces at Bloom Dancewear; Joe at Kinesthetic Cue.

I don’t want to be right.  I don’t want to be right.  I don’t want to be right.  I don’t want to be right.  I don’t want to be right.

I want to be correct.

I let the house fill with attic spiders, knowing one day I might expire, attract flies and thus feed my eight-legged companions who wouldn’t give me a single thought of thanks.

We recycle our states of energy no matter how hard we try to preserve ourselves and our memories.

Would I have traded places with my brother in-law, if I could?  Sure.  At least as far as social/family obligations go.

But I couldn’t and I can’t.

So I didn’t.

Perhaps I’ll be worm food one day.

Or cremated, burnt offering to the gods.

Some days, I am the God of Fire, bellowing smoke and ash, extinguishing impedances to that which we perceive as good.

Some days, I meditate long hours with no thought but what a guy like me thinks and need not be repeated here.

Although this is a personal journal read by no one but me, I do not write every thought that passes through the loudest voices of my competing neurochemical activities we have previously called thoughts of consciousness because, like a person who practices the art of the pebble in the pond, I control the wave function with measured rhythms attuned to the cycles of life around me, real and/or imagined.

[snoooooooze]  Oops, sorry!  Just took myself too seriously.

Back to humour.

A tern for the wurst.

Reminds of a book from my youth, “Jest in Pun” by Bill Keane.

Voltaire: God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.  The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the diseases.

Many campaign promises are sound. Just sound! (The International Save the Pun Foundation)

Ed Hexter: That was ZEN — this is TAO.

Me: Where did they put the battery thief?  In a duracell!

G’night, folks, before I slip off this slopery fall.

And finally, congrats to Dana on her new position as a CA (contract assassin?).

The Last Time

I can’t remember the last time I personally fitted someone with cement shoes.

Go “legit” and old methods don’t motivate like they used to.

My colleagues used to rob banks, for instance.

Now we raid them via stock price manipulation and false news innuendo (e.g., there’s a rumour the Bank of America is running out of cash so people oughta remove their savings and checking account deposits while they can; those with BoA mortgages and CDs are out of luck).

Reminds me of a phrase I heard recently: “The only time they conduct a state survey is after an ‘incident.'”

I don’t like feeling out of control…gets me all emotional-like and wantin’ to take charge regardless of circumstances.

How yew doin’?

I’m a nice guy but my associates in the ‘family’ business ain’t, you see. Hard ball’s the only game they know how to play.

That’s the issue with managing a planet of seven billion people – people give me what I want even when I don’t ask for it ’cause they seen what happens when I don’t get what I want.

With so many planets to choose from, I can take or leave this one. Most of youse ain’t leaving this one anytime soon so let me be a nice guy to you while we’re here together.

Otherwise, see, my associates and colleagues in the prestressed concrete business have a little leftovers to share wit’ you.

They often anticipate what I want before I do.

How’s that for predictin’ the future?

Good thing I’m anonymous, huh? Otherwise, you might believe you think you know who I am while you observe two comedians having fun playing a middle-aged couple being tired at the supermarket checkout line.

The power of illusion.

Thanks to Rachel at Zaxby’s, the workers at McAlister’s, Chelsea and the young worker with the ‘A’/Aeon Flux hairstyle at Cheeburger Cheeburger, Sharon at HarborChase, the smiling young cashier at the self checkout section of Walmart, LaQuanda and James at the post office, Jessica at AARP/United Healthcare call center, Michael at Amedisys, Jason at McAbee Medical, Doris and her happy coworkers at the American Red Cross, Joe at Kinesthetic Cue DC, and workers at Tuesday Morning.

Is geriatric care better and less complicated to finance in Thailand, Latvia, or the U.S.?