Monday, December 1, 2008

Acrophobia

I have an acute fear of heights. It dulled a little when I did a lot of rock climbing in my college years, but now just thinking about being up high makes my hands sweat. I find too, in periods of introspection, that my acrophobia superimposes less tangibly in my success paradigm, my worldview of "good" and "bad". I quaver at the thought of leadership, of attempting a new skill set, of persistence in nearly any sphere because I am terrified of failing, of falling. I demure from taking a stand, putting myself out there as a definitive, preferring the safety of remaining a wandering generality. I am afraid of being good, because I am bent toward being bad - eventually I will fall, and I'm not strong enough to face the resulting castigation. The pressure to succeed, however, to take a stand and to be good, is overwhelming. I find myself splitting - slowly, at first, but gaining speed in a great, shredding rip of presentable "good" me and unpresentable "bad" me. The dichotomy is killing me - I don't know where to turn for healing. I am nearly paralyzed, numbly performing the increasingly difficult chore of patching together enough "good" to show the world while the "bad" lurks in the shadows, impatiently waiting to come out. Knowing the inevitability of disappointing those who know only the "good", I drift on before the "bad" can reveal itself. But what if I can't drift anymore? What happens when the bad overwhelms the good and my locked-in sphere of influence wholly sees me? My thinking is that sphere would dwindle to just me - lonely, perhaps, but blessedly free of the pressure to perform ever greater feats of goodness, to climb ever higher on a crumbly rock face only I can see the dangers of. I'm terrified of being good because I know I am not.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Big Trouble

I've had Dave Barry's novel, Big Trouble, on my shelf for quite a while. I've been putting off reading it because I'd heard that, like Steve Martin's novels, Dave's quirky, short-essay style didn't translate well into longer narratives. Yesterday I found myself desperate to delay starting on The Bothers Karamazov so I picked up Dave's book and, astonishingly, couldn't put it down. I devoured it like my boys devour a bag of Doritos - relentlessly and to the exclusion of all other distractions. It was delightfully light, fast-paced, full of impossible characters and insane situations; if you've seen the Carol Burnett/John Ritter movie, Noises Off, you'll have a sense of Big Trouble. Two hours later I emerged from Dave's impossibly zany caper refreshed and light-hearted, secure in the knowledge that as long as Dave Barry is out there writing, it doesn't matter who wins the election or how high gas prices go. Tuck this one in your satchel for those long waits at the Emergency Room or the DMV. It will ease all your troubles, big or small.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

People amaze me.


If your friend got shot in the head, would a little reflexive arm movement make you think they're on the road to recovery? If you took a sledgehammer to your computer and it made some beeps or flashed some DOS on the screen would you still expect it to function like it did before? Ignorance and hope = dangerously false expectations.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Some Thoughts on Friendship

"Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed. When friendships are real, they ar not glass threads or frostwork, but the solidest thing we know." - Ralph Waldo Emerson.


"Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am, or am not, and keep ever burning before my wandering steps the kindly light of hope." - Unknown.


"I don't remember when I first began to call you 'friend'. One day, I only know, the vague companionship that I'd seen grow so imperceptibly, turned gold, and ran in tune with all I'd thought or dared to plan." - Florence Steigerwait.


"To know someone here or there with whom you feel there is an understanding in spite of thoughts unexpressed - that can make of this earth a garden." - Goethe


"Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present, it hopes for the future and it doesn't brood over the past. It's the day-in-day-out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else there is, it's not enough." - Anne Landers.


"The deepest need of man is to overcome his seperateness, to leave the prison of his aloneness." - Erich Fromme.


"Life's most persistent and urgent question is: What are you doing for others?." - Martin Luther King Jr.


"If you would be loved, love and be loveable." - Ben Franklin.


"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him." - Ralph Waldo Emerson.


"What do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?" - George Elliot


"There need not be a destination or an agenda - just a road or a trail or maybe just intuition - and stops along the way to work, rest, read, dance, laugh and watch the sun come up on all the possibilities." - Anonymous.


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

My Review of Redington Spruce Creek Vest - Fleece (For Men)

Originally submitted at Sierra Trading Post

Closeouts . The versatile Spruce Creek vest from Redington is made with 240g non-pilling Redline fleece and features a water-repellent nylon top-shoulder design. Wear underneath your regular parka for added warmth or by itself as an outer layer. Hand pockets Embroidered touch-fasten nylon utilit...


Great Vest!

By Gearhead from Charlotte, NC on 3/18/2008

 

5out of 5

Sizing: Feels true to size

Sleeve Length: Feels true to length

Pros: Attractive Design, Good Cut, Warm, Versatile, Lightweight, As always VERY pleased, Durable

Cons: Surprise pocket logo

Best Uses: Daily Use

Describe Yourself: Casual, Bargain Shopper

A perfect light-weight spring/fall vest, great cut, hangs well. I was surprised to see an embroidered logo on the front pocket, but it's tasteful and attractive. I like the zippered pockets, the nylon-covered shoulders for drizzly days and the nylon vest pocket for sundries. I wear it alone or under a coat, depending on the temperature. A great buy at a great price.

(legalese)

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

The Expert Rookie

While recently re-reading one of my favorite novels (Shibumi, by Trevanian) I came across a passage addressing the concept of expertise; an "expert" might have ten year's experience, or, like so many, might have one year's experience repeated ten times. I'd heard Dr. Plueddemann, whom I admire immensely as having a true expert's mindset, speak on this topic before and had vowed smugly never to be the poor deluded shlub who mistakes quantity for quality.

Re-visiting the concept during my reading, I made a mental template of expertise a placed it over my life, examining it (as my therapist would say, "like a bug in a collection") for inconsistencies and realized with disappointment that my CPR 'expertise' was truly one year repeated ten times. The truth is I don't necessarily like teaching CPR as much as I like getting paid well to be the center of attention for a few hours. CPR happens to be a valuable skill set with heroic appeal that can be learned quickly, making it a convenient fix for my jonesing ego.

This week's TIME has an insightful article about expertise, citing research showing that the road to true expertise is grinding, slow, painful and most importantly, leaves the beaten path for unexplored territory. It turns out rookies and those with years of experience make the same mistakes in a crisis; the rookie simply lacks the context (can't see the trees or the forest) to make decisions and the experienced are so buried in the context they're unable to critically think (can't see the trees for the forest). The true expert has taken the time to study the forest and the trees, has trodden the unknown paths and recognizes the big picture along with the details that make it up, allowing them to anticipate direction and select an appropriate response. The article goes on to say that if you are coasting in what you do, you are not an expert.

This is not a new concept, but it was new to me when I applied it to CPR. So I am backing off teaching for a while to leave the comfort of ten years of repeating the same material. Perhaps, with renewed application and diligence, I can return to teaching one day, if not as an expert then at least as a journeyman. But I'm not satisfied with being a ten-year rookie.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Grateful Update

Today I'm grateful for:
1. The great body shop that quickly returned our wrecked van in pristine condition.
2. The neurologist who said Denver doesn't have Tourette's, just a chronic tic.
3. Our cozy fire place and a cord of wood, most of which my dad split when he was here.
4. Resale shops, where I can get $1000 worth of clothes for less than $100.
5. Tammy's and my jobs, that provide income and challenges every day.
6. Knowing my way around Charlotte - mostly.
7. The boy's boundless enthusiasm for life and learning and play. And their unconditional love.
8. Our mini attack-panther, Cookie the cat, despite her astonishing litter box deposits.
9. Family and friends and Facebook, which connects us all.
10. River and his quiet assumption of responsibility.
11. Good books, good movies and time to enjoy them.
12. The marvelous restorative powers of coffee.
13. Good health and the ability to do something with it.
14. Most of all, our inscrutable Maker and Sustainer, from whom comes every good thing.