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    • Self Belief

      Posted at 4:31 pm by kayewer, on September 24, 2022

      We have all given ourselves a pep talk or two (hundred) these past few years, mostly to get ourselves through some stressful moments. The lack of improvement in what has caused the stress hasn’t made it any easier to try to perk ourselves up, because our efforts to try and make ourselves feel better seem to be devoid of any validity.

      Our commercials are placing a lot of emphasis on chasing our dreams and accepting who we are as individuals. Even dog food ads promote lives well-lived, for the canines as well as their humans. The problem is that even the bad guys chase their dreams and accept who they are as individuals. Whether they see it or not, they’re wrong. We can’t seem to be able to stop them. Which adds to our own stress and the need for more pep talks.

      Sometimes the rewards for being good people seem to take forever to appear, while the bad people receive almost instant gratification. We have to remind ourselves that bad people get a lot of rewards quickly because the rewards themselves are meaningless. They tend to pursue the same reward, get it again and again, and are never happy with what they received. The rewards good people receive are fulfilling, meaningful and humbling. Compare the evil overlord who defeats yet another army, to the underling among his army who returns home to spouse and children, and you will see the truth of it. The overlord goes on to defeat another army, and another, until none are left or defeat fells them. The underling has the warmth of hearth and home to receive him back, while the overlord rarely returns home.

      Prior to any type of competitive event, the masses on either side tend to perform rituals to psych themselves for what is coming. There is self-inflating chanting and encouraging words, whether it’s a battle of hundreds against hundreds or many against a handful. We reinforce our daily lives with talk of self-worth and, whether we win or lose, we regroup and start again later.

      The bad people have it rougher, because their pep talks are often laced with words to turn self-doubt and fear into hatred for the “other guy.” Good people talk about playing to their own strengths, ensuring an honorable match and a desire to win. The key word is desiring a win, not making it a coup to wipe out the other side at all costs.

      The true victories are not in making oneself seem greater by eliminating those who are not yourself, but in knowing who you are and who they are, and you both manage to live your lives anyway. You should not have to lie to yourself to feel better. Just have a little pep talk about how you can succeed because you are strong, resilient and able.

      The face in the mirror is always the one you have to face in life, so make sure that face staring back at you is an honorable one.

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    • Field Trip

      Posted at 2:57 pm by kayewer, on September 18, 2022

      I just returned from a car ride that took a total of ten hours and about six hundred miles to complete. Some people do that in an RV all the time, but I’m not an RV person. I just sat down in my typical vanilla four-door gas-powered vehicle, with a bottle of beverage and the directions by my side, and headed out early in the morning.

      I was reminded of Tom Hanks’ character in the movie The Terminal. He traveled to New York from a foreign country, simply to obtain an autograph, but ended up spending months trapped at the airport because his home country lost its international recognition status due to a political coup. Even though I was only traveling through another state, my purpose was similar: I was going to a gift shop for a specific purchase, and I had no expectations of being detained or prevented going home again. Still, some people would find that frivolous. I call it adventure.

      The drive was one of the most pleasant I’ve had in forty years. The early fall foliage met my view every hour, with barely cloudy skies and the sun at my back. I went through four mountain tunnels, saw plenty of cattle, goats, horses and deer, and huge stretches of nothing but farm country and bucolic barns and silos dotting the background. I drank when my ears popped, shifted in the seat at least twice an hour, and stayed away from the rest areas except for the one time I had to fuel up.

      The only major hiccup I experienced was the act of having to pump my own gas, being from a full service region. Still I managed, after figuring out not reading the directions on the pump was the way to go. It was also unusual to not need a toll road ticket. Apparently the cameras captured my vehicle plates and they’ll bill me. That will not be a surprise I look forward to in the mail, because I figured it out, and the cost was the equivalent of something else I could have bought at the gift shop.

      Still, the visit was worth every cent, especially since using the toll road took an hour or more from my drive time. I drove up one winding road and down another and came upon my destination, tucked neatly into the mountainous middle of nowhere, and I was met by friendly people who remembered I had called the week before and were happy to see me. I’m not even the furthest-traveled, I learned, because some folks came from two states away to visit regularly.

      That’s when you know you’re from a dedicated group of people.

      So it’s a day later and I’m tired and behind on most of my usual weekend projects. My plan is to reward my car with an oil change, and to not drive more than ten miles the rest of the week.

      I wonder it it would be worth trying a non-toll road for the next excursion?

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    • A Week To Remember

      Posted at 4:43 pm by kayewer, on September 10, 2022

      This past week was quite eventful. The first of the month fell on a Thursday before a holiday weekend in the US (Labor Day), and Friday through Monday were lost days for most of us. Once Tuesday began, things began happening in a rush. I was no exception.

      The first thing that happened to me when I started work was I read an email from somebody posting anonymously who told us the obscene version of “get lost” because they didn’t like our recent commercial. Whomever you are, don’t blame us; blame the ad agency. Besides, if we did “get lost,” who would there be for you to unload your cowardly invective upon? Next time, actually list your email so we can at least thank you for taking the time to cuss us out on the first work day after a holiday.

      The second thing that happened to me before my Wednesday even started was the sound of knocking on my front door at 7:28 in the morning, before my alarm even went off (it rings at 7:30). It was an installer who should have been visiting at 1:00 in the afternoon. I just hope nobody was waiting at 7:30 elsewhere for a no-show.

      The third thing that happened to me was my emergence from my no television experiment. I actually went twelve days, spending my Monday holiday writing instead of viewing reruns (see last week’s entry). When I finally did turn the morning show on, I didn’t feel that I had missed anything. The shootings didn’t stop, school started, and it was raining as if the heavens were weeping for us. It had been so long since we’d had rain, it seemed more inconvenient than usual, especially since it was the start of school.

      Next came the exterminator, who was taken aback by the volume of school children walking down out street after having been dismissed early on their first day. I explained that we had two high schools nearby (I didn’t mention the elementary schools). The week’s deluge was followed by appointments, meetings, organizing several virtual office events, and plowing into the fall norm as if summer hadn’t put us in a state of blissful ignorance.

      To cap off the week, Queen Elizabeth II died.

      The week really did tax all of us. It was the first “first week of fall” in two years that was nearly normal, and we weren’t ready for it. At least it is out of our systems now. Let’s hope the rest of the year is kinder.

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    • TV Down

      Posted at 5:53 pm by kayewer, on September 3, 2022

      I decided to try an experiment and not turn on my television. I am in day ten now. Yes, I have not watched my television in ten straight days.

      Maybe I picked a good week to try not turning on the television, since the fall season is coming and most networks are in reruns, but I’m one of those summer season followers, so I’ve missed four shows, and because I missed another one when I was watching, I have to binge watch two episodes of that one.

      The lack of background noise while the TV was off was startling at first, but then instead of listening to stock episodic music from the regular programming and bickering commentary on the talk shows, I began to appreciate the peace of it. One network apparently found a sponsor in a laxative company, so their ad runs at least twice per half hour. I didn’t miss hearing it.

      In the old days of television, silence meant a break before a commercial came on or something happened with the signal. Today, the noise between programs and commercials is constant, but there can still be silence if the signal is interrupted. That’s when the phone starts ringing at the cable company.

      Anyway, I’ve decided that ten days is sufficient, so I will resume watching tomorrow, and I’ll keep the remote handy to mute the laxative commercial.

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    • Table This Discussion

      Posted at 4:56 pm by kayewer, on August 27, 2022

      In the good old days of shopping–back when ladies in dresses, hats and gloves descended on department stores en masse on sale days–the pursuit of bargains was a chaotic adventure undertaken by few and won by fewer. Most often the melee centered around the clearance table. Within three minutes of opening its doors, the store would assign the lowest ranking schmuck to assess the damages and try to restore order to the display, as happy shoppers walked toward the cash registers with hard-won merchandise they elbowed each other to get.

      This disintegrated into the madhouses in WalMarts and Targets worldwide. Nobody bothers to wear hats and gloves; they practice taekwondo to nab a bargain these days.

      What’s worse is live shopping online.

      There is no equitable way to make sure everybody has a turn at getting what they want; when it comes to collectibles, the struggle is tougher. I should know, because I started a collection of my own, and I lost out big-time the other day with the online battle leaving me empty-handed.

      The makers of the collectibles did an hour-long broadcast on social media, but it was scheduled an hour before I got off of work. Special editions would be introduced and magically appear on the website during the broadcast so viewers could buy, similar to QVC.

      In the past, logging in later hasn’t been an issue, but when I logged in one hour behind the live broadcast, I found that no items were visible on the web page. I tried every trick in the book to make it happen, from refreshing the browser to changing display parameters. No luck.

      The new collectibles included one that immediately spoke to me, and I wanted to get it. But how, when I couldn’t even select on the web page? I had an appointment, so I left, came back and tried repeatedly with no success.

      The staff wisely took the evening and weekend off, so no contacting them.

      So what did I do? I went on EBay.

      We didn’t have that back in the days of the bargain table: when an item was out, it was out (unless you were in a department store that would check the other stores and have it shipped for in-store pick-up or home delivery). The equivalent of Amazon back in the hat-and-gloves days was “charge and send,” which sent all your purchases to your home via delivery truck. Each department store had their own fleet, and their own delivery day. Women anxiously watched for their packages to arrive. With overnight services and Amazon, we’re having sort of the same experience today.

      I ended up paying a bit more for an overseas shipment, but I got what I wanted without martial arts or damage to my elbow.

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    • I am the Walrus

      Posted at 4:34 pm by kayewer, on August 20, 2022

      I read about a walrus in Norway in the news this morning, and the story is heart-breaking. Her name was Freya, named after the goddess. She was estimated to weigh 1,300 pounds and known for lounging publicly in seaside communities around Oslo. When she could not find rocks on which to sun herself, she found ways to beach her massive girth on boats and other floating craft, sometimes damaging or sinking them.

      Naturally she drew crowds of onlookers and fans, and this is what caused trouble. It seems that we humans have forgotten that wild animals of any kind should be regarded from a safe distance, and on occasion people have been killed by zoo animal residents who felt invaded by people not their normal keepers or staff. The officials in Oslo gave warnings to the public a try, but to no avail. On August 14, according to an article in the New York Times, she was shot execution-style in what is being called euthanasia but many consider murder, and her remains disintegrated. Options such as relocating her were dismissed because of a poor record of prior attempts on large marine mammals, as well as concerns that tranquilizing Freya would increase her risk of drowning in transport.

      Some people in Norway have spoken out that their methods of killing what is inconvenient to them are wrong (somebody commented that she had a “beard” as a descriptive excuse for not wanting her around), and that other alternatives should be considered. Freya had been the first walrus to visit Norway in over 20 years, but she didn’t live to celebrate one year on their coast.

      Every creature on this planet–humans and animals–have a role to play, and we must not discount the existence of one of us in favor of another. The absence of one creature and their purpose throws the rest of the world into chaos. We cannot forget that we have one planet holding a universe of beings, and our responsibility is to live and let live in the most peaceful way possible.

      If there is a Valhalla for animals, Freya is surely there.

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    • Cluck It

      Posted at 4:36 pm by kayewer, on August 13, 2022

      I have a lot of chicken in the fridge. It’s been the best bargain in a bad economy, so I was glad to have bought a special of two multi-packs for the price of one. I divvied the various cutlets and whole breasts into individual servings and put them in the freezer. When the time came that everything went up in price because gas was priced so high due to the conflict in Russia and Ukraine, I had a pile of chicken for dinner. Simply add vegetables and you’ve got a meal.

      The only problem is that chicken gets dull rather quickly. There is only so much you can do to chicken without going into insanely unhealthy territory. That leaves frying out. I’ve been sticking to sauteing with healthy olive oil and a variety of seasonings. The spice rack has seen some shortages lately, and the prices of them have gone up, too.

      Now I know why Ebeneezer Scrooge stuck to gruel. Heart healthy and cheap. No sauteing involved.

      At least I have oatmeal with sliced banana.

      Right now it’s summer, so I have cold cereal and banana, and a few blueberries thrown in.

      Scrooge would balk at the prices on blueberries and bananas. But then he would be enraged at the price of chicken.

      I don’t think gruel would make a good diet choice overall, but it would certainly help with regularity. The key to hot cereal is to keep it as close to its original grain form as possible to get the most benefit. Steel cut oatmeal is a good choice. Scrooge would be angry at the added cost of steel cutting, I suppose.

      Chicken used to be an easy way to prepare dinner. Now they’re considered contaminated, and one must burn the kitchen down and rebuild after every preparation to avoid toxic germs from the same stuff we fry and eat with gusto. Go figure.

      I think I do a good job of handling chicken and keeping a clean kitchen. I’m just getting tired of one variety of meat every night. This will mean finding alternatives that are healthy and do not require the bank account of a sultan to afford.

      There are some things one can do with hamburger. Is spaghetti in summer a bad thing?

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    • A Full Measure

      Posted at 4:52 pm by kayewer, on August 6, 2022

      I’m trying to eat healthier. It isn’t easy, because the food industry makes it complicated. The trend is portion control; balancing each food group so you don’t eat too much of one thing or not enough of the other. I figured it might help to use real-life numbers, so I began utilizing my scale to weigh my portion sizes.

      The first thing I measure in the morning is cereal. The boxes of my cereal come in a well-rounded 12 ounce size. The serving size is usually around 39 grams–less if you don’t opt for the regular variety–per bowl. This means that 12 ounces equals about 340.19 grams. You will find yourself with a short bowl of cereal if you consistently weigh your portions at 39 grams each.

      Who wants to short change their breakfast every eight days? I mix and match, opening a new box and topping off the portion size. The cycle of boxes with teeny leftovers then continues.

      I’ve had fun measuring the cereal, because the scale takes a moment or so to update the weight, so I could add five of those grain-based bits and end up with 40 grams, take off two and not get to 39. Also, no matter how dry my hands are, they stick to my fingers.

      Earlier today I bought an indulgent bag of popcorn. The serving size was 28 grams, which provided me with about two handfuls of the stuff. The flavored coating added weight. Silly me, I should have gone for air-popped with nothing else added, and I would’ve had 28 grams the size of a small carnival-sized bag.

      I’ve learned that cookies tend to allow you one pair per serving, but I have yet to meet somebody who eats just two cookies.

      A serving size of peanut butter is two tablespoons, so to cover a slice of bread for a sandwich, you would probably use more than the 2-3 servings the famous My Plate (formerly the Food Pyramid), set by the USDA, recommends as a daily guideline. It makes one rather thin sandwich. We’re used to seeing commercials with luxuriously spread goodness, often shown in slow motion and carpeting the bread a good half inch thick. Dietary wise, that’s a no-no.

      Apparently we can’t keep sugar out of anything when it comes to food. It hides in plain sight in your salad dressing and, yes, even in that slice of bread on which you’re cutting back on the peanut butter. I have been trying to keep my sugar intake limited to what occurs in foods without being added, so blueberries and bananas are in, but a spoonful in my morning beverage is out.

      Somebody would probably advise me to stick to a prepared meal program in which the portions are measured for me, but the expense for those weekly deliveries is exorbitant. Also, have you ever tried to read the labels on prepared foods of that type?

      Anyway, if the numbers on the scale go down instead of up, I’ll be happy. And I’ll reward myself with four cookies.

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    • The Game of Plight

      Posted at 4:52 pm by kayewer, on July 30, 2022

      Nobody could call me a true gamer. I don’t participate in role-playing, I only use one computer and one monitor, and I don’t dwell in a dank basement in a Command Center corner festooned with gizmos and discarded food containers. However, I do have a collection of games I play, and they’re frustrating enough at times to make up for my lack of skill in cube building or creature slaying.

      I play Solitaire. Five different versions. The classic version is referred to as Klondike; it includes seven piles of graduated stacks of cards from one card to seven, with the top card upturned on each stack, and one must play the aces and grow each stack from the pile of playable remaining cards to the top of the stack ending with Kings. The other versions include Spider, which requires you to play cards from King to ace to remove them from the board until it’s empty; FreeCell, which allows the player to displace cards while building a Klondike stack by suit; Pyramid, which eliminates cards by playing any two which add up to 13 (Kings are discards, Queens are 12, Jacks are 11); and TriPeaks, which allows you to play a sequence of cards in order, switching directions when needed, to eliminate them from the board.

      Sounds easy until you are challenged to play one particular card, or grow a stack to a certain number of one card. The levels of play are challenging from Easy to Expert, and daily challenges enable players to compete with others for time and completion. I have made second place a few times, out of hundreds of thousands of players. Sometimes I only manage to make the top twenty, if I’m lucky.

      For those who get stuck, social media offers cheat videos from expert players who apparently make a living demonstrating how to win a difficult round. A few times a week I may find myself watching Marcella, who seems adept at figuring out how to shift cards around to do her bidding.

      My normal method of game play is not to read the goal. I find that the temptation is to focus on that (“eliminate the six of clubs; okay, where is the six and how do I get to it?) and not calculate how to actually play, which wastes time. Instead, I play the game as intended, and when I reach the goal the game stops automatically.

      This time, it didn’t work.

      I came across an expert level puzzle–the last one for the daily challenges–in which I fruitlessly attempted to play FreeCell by digging out the aces and trying to work my stacks. It was proving to be a disaster. None of the cards appeared to be in a workable order. I tried for twenty minutes, then went to my online advisor Marcella, who solved the puzzle in about twenty seconds. In not reading the goal, I missed the fact that there was only one card needed, and it was about ten cards away from being revealed.

      So I really was playing against myself, and was my own worst enemy. Expert level, indeed. More like expert distraction. The only way it was a hard puzzle was that I made it harder by not reading the goal.

      The question now becomes whether I remain oriented to playing, or to solving what is called for. Either way, the clock ticks, and making the top ten doesn’t allow time for scrutinizing.

      In a way, Solitaire represents life itself in that respect. But it’s less frustrating than chess, which I have yet to master, because the people I encounter who know how to play are not up to teaching.

      I don’t think Marcella is into chess moves. But she’s a mean Solitaire solver.

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    • Do I Want To Be a Talking Head?

      Posted at 4:33 pm by kayewer, on July 23, 2022

      I wonder how photogenic one has to be in order to do video blogging? I’ve never been that camera friendly, as evidenced by the fact that I had the world’s ugliest senior high school yearbook photo in history. When I graduated and weighed 99 pounds with clothing, the fates still moved against me; it seems the hairdresser was delayed in starting my appointment for some unknown reason, and in the morning when my mother and I worked to get my hairdo ready, it wouldn’t cooperate. To this day I’ll never know if the hairdresser jinxed my hairdo.

      The next day during the photo shoot, the photographer kept trying to get me to smile when my mouth was full of braces and various related accessories. When it was time for re-shooting the photos before the yearbook was compiled, the notice didn’t get to my class, so I missed it. Therefore, I looked hideous in the photo I had to settle for. My real graduation photo was taken on the date we got our diplomas, and I had my braces removed that morning, so I looked, generally, spectacular.

      As spectacular as one can be if one is not particularly photogenic.

      Recently I had to privatize my videos because I was being trolled by a scammer. I’m not sure which is worse: being told by somebody who may be in some overseas Jibbip telling me I’m pretty as a “queen” when I know I’m not, or having overly critical folks tell me, in so many words, to get lost because I’m not pretty. I suppose that, knowing who I am, I could always just ignore the naysayers and pooh-pooh the romance scammers from Jibbip. Sounds like a lot of work, doesn’t it?

      People who do videos regularly probably deal with this issue all the time. At least they don’t worry about being photogenic, because they put themselves on camera being camera ready.

      Our public go-to newscasters and program hosts hit the gym and spend tons on anti-aging goop and hairdresser appointments that are always prompt, and before going on camera they have makeup artists to primp and highlight them to the glam extreme. I have my mirror and my makeup haul from CVS.

      I have the register tape to prove it.

      So the question remains whether I will attempt a vlog or not. I don’t expect to be an influencer or sensation; I just want to put another opinion on life in general out into the world.

      If my hair will cooperate.

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