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  • Monthly Archives: December 2010

    • Another End of Year Recap

      Posted at 11:58 pm by kayewer, on December 26, 2010

      2010 may not have been the best year for everybody.  For some people it has meant disaster and ruin.  However, time keeps marching, and life changes constantly for all of us.

      For me, 2009 ended well, but this has been a terrible year.  I haven’t received much positive feedback on anything I have done right, and my mistakes might as well have caused the end of the world.  All my life I have tried to find a balance in which I could exist, and in return I’ve been met with ignorance, prejudice, avarice and cruelty.  I’m entering 2011 up to my hair follicles in all the interpersonal mind games people play with each other.  The man with the million dollars dies the same as the street urchin with a penny, but nobody seems to be able to stop the habit of trying to get more than they really need.  The big goal I had this year–finishing my novel, which would have cost nothing to do–I had to set aside, and the things for which I set it aside have amounted to nothing in return in spite of the expenses involved.

      That doesn’t mean that I don’t see a bigger picture, but I know I won’t really be a part of it.  The world keeps turning anyway, so here are my wishes for everybody for 2011.

      I hope that 2011 brings an end to the one-in-ten unemployment and more people find a job or a decent place to live that won’t empty their wallets.  I hope that some people outside the United States who have religious grievances against us realize that killing Americans doesn’t make them (the killers) better off:  in fact, the only way to prove a point is to let it exist in spite of those who don’t agree.  Every rule ever made in the world is only as strong as its exception.  We need to remind ourselves of that every once in awhile.

      I hope that the American work ethic returns to America.  I loath having to buy products made cheaply elsewhere when we have able-bodied people here who could make them.

      I hope that somebody designs a television guide that actually tells the truth about what channels the cable networks are on the converter box and what is actually on.  I also want it in hard copy:  I don’t want to scroll through 200 screens.  I’ve seen two guide magazines and subscribe to one, and neither of them is really useful.

      I hope people stop picking on the elected officials and start putting two and two together to realize that we allowed them to be who they are, bad or good.  If the officials are cheating and nobody has the power to depose them, it’s our own damn fault for giving such power away in the first place.

      I hope that newspapers and books don’t go away.  We need libraries and bookstores and tangible evidence of our history and life.  The electronic world is too easily eradicated or altered.

      Last, I hope, as I have for about 45 years, that there are answers out there that will save me.  If I find them, I will save somebody else with them, too.

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    • Cleaning Up the Year in 2 Weeks or Less

      Posted at 2:37 am by kayewer, on December 19, 2010

      2010 is almost over.  It’s ending on somewhat of a high note for me because I got a B-Plus on my essay (see last week).  I like B grades:  they can actually mean a lot more than an A.  Sometimes an A means you didn’t need to take the course because you already knew what it was about, or you went as far as the instructor could take you, or it was just an easy challenge to tackle.  People cheat for an A and get it, and folks who sacrifice their health by not sleeping and cramming for exams over vats of coffee and energy drinks earn the A but spend a lot of time in poor condition as an added physiological interest payment more expensive than any student loan.  A grade of B can mean that you learned a lot and can learn some more.  I’m happy with that, especially at my age and considering the schedule I keep to go to college in the first place.

      I shared the road with two drivers from Florida this past week.  After the toll plaza on the bridge I take to work, the merge lanes are so cramped, there is bound to be some jockeying for position.  In this case, the driver was well behind me because I got out of the toll lane first, but (s)he sped up and cut me off.  I sure hope they got to that fire.  The second Florida driver was in the right lane and realized that they had to be in the left to make the correct exit.  I never mind giving way when somebody has to change lanes, but this driver–not knowing he was making up for the other guy from his sunny state–slowed down to merge behind me while there was traffic coming.  I waved my hand in wild horizontal sweeps (the universal symbol for “come on into the lane”) but the car didn’t get in until the last minute.  Given a choice between the two, I’ll take the second one.  Mergers who hesitate tend to live longer than the faster,  jerkier ones.

      On Thursday we had a surprise snow shower that dumped about an inch on our area.  Somehow the traffic grew threefold during that time, and all of them seemed to have had a simultaneous attack of brain damage, because the accidents and delays were horrendous for such a small weather event.  After weeks of unrelenting blizzards earlier in the year, one inch of snow shouldn’t faze anybody from the Northeast.  A drive that normally takes me one hour took two, and then I had to leave the main interstate and take a side road because the overhead signs warned of 90-minute delays into my usual exit.  I didn’t want to get home at 8:00 or later, but the exit I used made me rather nervous with its traffic circle and lots of–you guessed it–merging traffic.  I was certain I would at least ding a fender, but nothing happened and I did finally get home.

      The next week will consist of last-minute preparations for the holidays and the end of the year.  Some folks feel it won’t come fast enough.  I just hope that 2011, even though it’s an odd year, won’t be. . . .well, an odd year like 2010 was.  At least folks might resolve to learn how to merge in traffic.

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    • The Tired Writer

      Posted at 3:23 am by kayewer, on December 12, 2010

      I finished my final paper for my Shakespeare class.  It was one of the most intense papers I’ve ever had the honor of tackling.  It took weeks of pulling research, preparing an annotated bibliography, suffering through YouTube(R) clips of actors good and bad recreating the Bard’s work, giving up on my goal of writing enough of my own fiction to meet the requirements of NaNoWriMo and (most important) losing sleep.  When I look at the copy on my computer, I still don’t know what I wrote.  I just hope the instructor likes it.

      I had epiphanies at two in the morning that kept me awake long enough to grab a pen and try to jot down the inspiration without turning on a light.  Unfortunately if I had turned on the light, I would have realized that my pen was out of ink, and in the morning all I had was some scratches on a blank paper.

      Sometimes an idea would come along while driving on the freeway.  That’s not the best place to be inspired, and at my age ideas that spring to mind one minute are gone the next, so they didn’t help.

      The entire time I was writing the paper, I was besieged by the doubt gremlins.  I’m not a real writer.  I can’t get any useful information out of an online resource.  I won’t get 14 pages done on time.  The instructor will hate it.  All familiar bedtime companions, those gremlins.

      I wanted to put some new spin on old ideas (really old when it comes to Shakespeare), maybe say something different that millions of high school and college paper writers on Shakespeare haven’t said.  In the end I worried that my “Pelican Brief” looked more like Ralphie’s composition in A Christmas Story.   Instead of a compass in the stock and a sundial (the “thing which tells time”) accessorizing that young man’s much desired BB gun, I was dealing with a handkerchief and a Moor.

      I found out in class that everybody loved Othello, so my gremlins spent the rest of the week laughing in my ear because the poor instructor will likely be reviewing 20 or more papers on Othello, with mine either first to go and be criticized more, or last on the pile and subject to hopeful scrutiny based on how well or poorly the others wrote before me.  If they wrote too much fluff, I’m doomed, because mine will surely “put out the light.”

      As a writer I always worry about the slush pile, that netherworld where many manuscripts go but few return.  Term papers are the ultimate test of what your writing says about you.  I’ve gotten good grades before, so I’m not overly concerned about A’s or B’s, but ultimately it’s the acceptance of what you’ve done, rather than the grade, that makes the writer sigh with relief.

      It will take awhile for the grades to come in.  In the meantime, I’m going back to my fiction world and the promise of a completed story.  At least that’s the plan once the reality that the semester is over kicks in.

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    • The Office Cold

      Posted at 3:20 am by kayewer, on December 5, 2010

      Sometime between last Friday and last week, a virus stole into our office and felled our staff.  After I went into the office on Black Friday, it took 72 hours for the sniffling and dripping to start, followed immediately by the scratchy throat and general cold symptoms that bring linebackers to their knees.

      Amazing how such a simple thing can be such a pain.

      Some folks in the office have bronchitis, while others claim the flu.  Whatever it is, it has managed to bring activity to a halt and make the folks at Puffs(R) and Kleenex(R) very happy.

      Going to the cold aisle for relief doesn’t help anymore.  The good stuff (the non pseudo- cold remedy)  is hidden behind the counter at the pharmacy while the condoms are on display in aisle 3 along with the other “family planning” items.  Does everybody else feel strange going to the pharmacist to ask for Sudafed (R)?

      The cough medicines are hard to decipher.  There’s one for dry cough, one for wet cough, one for phlegm, one for wet cough with phlegm, one lasts for 12 hours, one lasts for eight hours and helps you sleep.  They all have distinctive flavors, too.  Ever try cherry and honey lemon cough syrup in the same day?  If you run out of one, and the drug store only has the other, is mixing and matching flavors okay (especially if you can’t taste either one of them anyway)?

      I wonder why nobody has come up with a nose blowing band.  I recently saw an article about a group that literally makes musical instruments out of vegetables.  Listening to people toot their noses across the musical scale, there should be a use for that somewhere.  Maybe I can look it up on YouTube. . . .nope, not there yet.

       

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