Hinted: “Calm breeds calm.” How to handle #stress.
“If you’re always running around with your hair on fire, I promise you’re stressing those around you out and diminishing performance.” Perhaps. After many years in the workforce, I’ve noticed there is a particular kind of person who cannot — will not — calm down until you get as unhinged as they do. If you don’t, they feel you’re not recognizing the severity of the situation and you become a target for their rancor. There’s naught you can do but feign a freakout, and then de-escalate them slowly using the same calmness you would have had otherwise.
Self-absorbed Instagrammer defaces National Parks.
This makes me livid. Most know I spent over half a year working in Big Bend National Park in between years of college. We spent a great deal of our time trying to preserve things for future generations. I cannot even begin to express how impenetrably self-absorbed this young lady is.
I say put her on the Park Service’s lowest payscale job. She works as long as it takes to pay for the remediation of the damage she caused, plus a generous fine. Lives in park housing, eats park meals.
Normally, I’d say she needs to visit a psychologist, but I find hard work often smooths out such narcissism. Working in a park, she’ll learn to appreciate it ... make her work with the public, she’ll learn how obtuse the average park visitor can be. She will experience her behavior as in a mirror, and have to deal with the repercussions. Every. Single. Day.
She must be an example, a deterrent. Otherwise more will follow. More will follow anyway, but a proper balanced punishment will go far to prevent this behavior from spreading.
Okay, kids. Quiz time. What is it?
First person who says “car” gets a virtual knuckle sandwich (wink).
365/2: 295. Very horizontal.
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I took a bit of time away; you need that when editing. When I come back to it, I think “jeez, that’s a good shot!”
365/2: 294. The ‘usual’ sunset ...
Vox: Renee Zellweger’s new look reveals the pernicious demands we make of all women.
Age and a blepharoplasty. I’ve had ‘squinty eyes’ since childhood, taken the teasing, the terrible nicknames. Now that I’m 55, if my upper eyelid/brow sag gets any worse, I’ll need to follow Renee’s lead. I would trade a bit of character to be able to a) see better and b) not to have to hike my eyebrows up to my hairline to seem happy and/or not asleep. My fear is a plastic surgeon would make me look permanently frightened to death.
Damn the slings and arrows, Renee. I understand completely. Perhaps only another person with the ‘squints’ can.
Geek out. First time I’ve heard John Glenn’s flight since that orange 45RPM record that came with my GI Joe space capsule.
365/2: 293. Turning over an old leaf ...
The Atlantic: Princeton Gets 10 Times as Much Tax Money per Student as Public Colleges.
“Namesake” donation building is ruining the campus, if you ask me. All the disparate styles. Go back to Gothic, plz.
Sharing my personal work-in-progress ‘70s playlist on Spotify. The first eight hours are pretty solid; I have to work on the last half to get the mix better. Take that, Peter Quill.
365/2: 292. Aspen leaf ‘doily’.
365/2 291. Double rainbow.
365/2: 290. Lily.
365/2: 289. New Mexican autumn color contrast.
Vox: How AP US History classes became the new culture war battleground.
My time in AP History seemed to revolve around the Civil War. The only thing I recall from that course was discussions of the Gag Rule. It really didn’t give me more information than I was already finding through my own curiousity at the public library and my old man’s collection of books (reading materials for his officer’s courses in the Marines). The original three-volume set of Lee’s Lieutenants: A Study in Command, for instance.
Motherboard: Scientifically, What Is the Worst Way to Die?
“So the bad news is that, if you’re alive today, your death will probably be drawn out and pretty scary. The good news is that we’re a lot better at managing pain than they were in the Middle Ages.” Mental note: move to a right-to-die state, if necessary, when the time draws near.
365/2: 288. Warm enough to sit out under the portale this evening. Nice sunset, too.
Later: Aforementioned sunset.
Coda 2.5 is out.
Here. It’s been my prime code editor for a while now, though I own a half-dozen.
... and the ol’ odometer ticks over to the double-nickel ...
55 today. It ain’t the hardware, it’s the bandwidth. (Heh).
365/2: 287. Diving straight into sunset.
No chemtrail comments please. I’ll rip you a new @%#$@%$$%.
Nice Marmot: Blogging like it’s 1999.
Later: Dr Vornov says, “With our symbolic tools of language that abstract the maps into notes, conversations and blog posts, we can get out of our heads and team up with other minds to improve the usefulness of our internal maps, even to the point of knowing things that are beyond any ability to experience.”
This post has been simmering in the back of my head as I’ve been running around town today, and I wanted to expand on it. I think of how fellow bloggers, my readers and others have shaped my perception of reality, my interpretation of events, my interpretations of groups of facts over the years. It’s been invaluable. However, after near fifteen years of blogging, I have to face my own … sluggishness? … to change the mental maps of late. I wasn’t so slow to change in ’99. Today? Glacial by comparison. Is it age? Is it exposure to poor quality articles? Is it comfort in an attractive rut? Is it a reflection of the knee-jerk post-9/11 fear-and-panic in our culture? I know it’s not media-driven - I don’t watch television! Not even Jon Stewart (though he served me drinks at City Gardens in Trenton eons ago). That seems to shock people.
I circle back to something the Barrett boys [Cam and Damien] underlined for me. Weblogs are best when they’re about stories. A good story is from the heart, from the soul. “I lived this.” A good story changes my mental map, because it is a convincing direct experience I can feel. It’s the direct experience I don’t have, but when I hear it from a person I trust, it bends my opinion to the bloggers’ experience. My mental map extends beyond my direct ken.
Why are today’s stories not changing my maps? Why are stories less compelling than they were? I think it’s because there’s a difference between a fellow blogger, posting as a virtual friend, and a stranger posting a story to Medium or other venue. Stories are told at an arm’s length now - even worse, when they’re on sites with no comment areas. There is no interaction. And historical storytelling has always been about adjustments for the audience as the story is being acted out. I think of the famous photo, the elder at the bonfire, spinning out stories to the next generations, animated look on his face. Our old blogger-banter served that need for interaction - that banter, that back-and-forth is largely gone today.
I suppose that’s why I mourn for the ‘old days’ of blogging. And I make a mental note (scribbled on my mental map margin) to tell more stories.
Slate: Aging slower: How elevation and speed affect time via relativity.
I’m aging faster than most of you (high altitude, lower gravity, self-employed, not moving at speed as much).
365/2: 286. Galisteo Basin Preserve, late afternoon harsh light.
Wrong Hands: wasting timeline.
I was rather good with a yo-yo. Still have one, somewhere; an original Duncan Butterfly.