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    • Teen Years Over Part II

      Posted at 2:45 am by kayewer, on December 29, 2019

      2016 through 2019 were interesting, so let’s take a look back and carry on from last week.

      First, do snot rockets still matter in 2019? They certainly did in April 2016, when I posted about a trip to the car wash in which an attendant shot a honker on the pavement. The following week, Prince passed away, and I had a runny nose because I was crying rivers. Still do anytime one of his songs comes on. Old music icons die after an honorable career, but younger music babies leave so much undone.

      October 2016 saw a look inside the customer mind of Mr. Pompous, somebody who had a complaint, but didn’t want to specify what it was or elaborate on what he really wanted, opting instead to stand on a soapbox and rattle on about nothing. I had his kid brother this past week, on Christmas Eve of all days. I’m sure the pair are related. Fortunately, this fellow had a complaint, and when we mentioned that we went over the details with him when he chose the thing he complained about, he suggested we were calling him stupid. Unless we can encrypt defamatory language inbetween the lines of our replies, that did not happen. We reached an impasse when we closed the conversation due to his reactions, though he got one last comment in: “It’s not over until I say it’s over.” And out.

      I went on multiple food runs for the office, fielded conversations which only vaguely resembled English, visited New York and found things to comment upon every time, and tried my best to field life through a sieve of reason to make it work better. It worked sometimes. The past two years have been a blur, possibly because of the politics, the uprisings, climate change, money issues and the stress of driving to and from work for two hours every day.

      My favorite parts of the past decade? Petting cats and talking stupid language to dogs. Watching shows that won’t change my life. Collecting DVDs to watch–unless the technology changes again–in my retirement. Learning how to needle felt. Crocheting like crazy and making what now amounts to 28 afghans.

      Whatever comes around in 2020 and beyond, the simple things make the complicated ones easier to stomach. Happy New Year and Decade, everybody.

       

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    • Containment

      Posted at 6:47 pm by kayewer, on December 15, 2019

      A five ounce paper kitchen cup holds exactly five ounces, when filled to its brim. I know, because I checked it myself with my handy kitchen measuring cup. This means that your average trip to the sink to pull a one-time-use cup will result in your obtaining about four ounces, because no sane person would fill the cup to the top and try to hoist it without risking any spillage.

      But then, I’m probably not a sane person for checking the measurement of a paper cup,

      We assign measurements to everything, then complain about how they actually work in the real world. For example, snacks such as potato chips note that the contents settle in the bag. Have the manufacturers thought about making a smaller package? Probably not, as people would complain about the shrinkage.

      We’re okay with preventing spillage, but not shrinkage. Smaller packages are better for the environment, however. The containers we take for granted end up in landfills and ocean floors, but possibly an ideal world would enable us to send packaging back to its origin and used again. In the days of glass bottles, they could be recycled, and activistors (actors who champion causes) such as Jason Mamoa work hard to bring options such as aluminum canned water into play.

      Meanwhile, I put that paper cup back in its place on the kitchen counter to use again. It will last a while there, being waxed. I also started using a kit with reusable utensils, which in the past month has kept about 90 plastic forks and spoons out of the trash. It’s small, but I think it helps.

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    • The Perfect Gift

      Posted at 1:30 am by kayewer, on December 9, 2019

      Gift shopping is hard, and the holiday season is just an example of how difficult it is to find something for people to whom you want to show appreciation. Kids are easy: they ask Santa for specifics, and it gets under the tree. Adults, though, have problems. We buy for ourselves all year, so Christmas is usually more of the same.

      There are two camps at gifting season: those who need everything and those who need nothing. Some people decide not to gift on the holidays, choosing instead to do other things like help at soup kitchens, and equal numbers of those needing everything or nothing make up this group. Some folks still wind up getting stuff they don’t need. I thank everybody who has given me candles and shower gel, but I’m set for about two years now on both, thank you.

      The folks at Peloton did a commercial in which a woman got just what she wanted, and folks are suggesting the ad condones “fit shaming.” If somebody wants an exercise bike, what’s wrong with that?

      Of course, all the commercialism and online hoopla gets stranger each year. Instead of stressing out the folks at Amazon and making your pets fat via Chewy, maybe we need more personal gift ideas. A day in the park, a crafting class, a visit to the zoo, may be better than any white elephant trinket under $20.

      Have you seen a friend who might be missing a kitchen towel, a full cupboard or a pair of batteries for the smoke detectors? Empty fridges need filling, so empty bellies will be satisfied.

      Gift cards don’t hurt, but a ride to use them is also a good idea.

      I can’t give away what I’m doing for gifts, but I hope everybody I know shall be content this holiday, and I hope some of these suggestions help as well.

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    • Rogers That

      Posted at 3:02 am by kayewer, on December 1, 2019

      Fred Rogers was one of a kind, but Tom Hanks made a darned good go of it when I went to see A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood. I was in the mood for a light movie without all the serial franchise routines and predictable action stunts and CGI. What I got was an eye-opening look at an enigmatic but insightful children’s television host from an outsider point of view.

      I was drawn in from moment one.

      The film starts with the familiar notes of the title song from the beloved show, and suddenly Hanks is smiling and going dress casual in his living room as if time had never moved on since the real Rogers’ death in 2003. Suddenly, though, the story takes an interesting turn, and our neighborly host becomes a benevolent Dr. Phil on chill pills, showing the young (or young at heart) viewers a picture of an injured Lloyd Vogel (Matthew Rhys), who tried to resolve years of anger and resentment aimed at his father. The pair had recently duked it out during a family wedding reception, explaining the cut on Lloyd’s nose. Mister Rogers says Lloyd is our example of the topic for the day’s episode, which is forgiveness.

      Along the way, we meet Lloyd’s wife and baby, and when his magazine editor asks him to interview Rogers for a piece on heroes, their lives intertwine as the line between interviewer and interviewee blur. Lloyd represses his feelings, and Fred’s are an open book, albeit one with some pain in it as well (he makes a fleeting reference to his sons, who both had issues with their father’s status as a television star).

      It’s the human factor in the way Rogers always treated viewers that would bring out ways in which we can validate our own feelings and better ourselves. It’s hard not to reflect on our own feelings when somebody like Fred Rogers says that it’s okay to have bad emotions. Sitting through this movie was, in many ways, a therapy session, and we saw Rogers swimming laps to be in tune with his own thoughts and problems. Along the way, Lloyd begins to change, and he accepts Rogers’ mentoring.

      Some scenes reminded us that we were watching a movie about somebody who used pretend to deal with reality: the scenery outside of the well-known neighborhood was a mock-up of cardboard cities, and even a funeral setting a la’ Beetlejuice (but without Michael Keaton’s trademark obnoxious humor). There is an uncomfortable moment when Fred brings out his puppets from a suitcase and tries to get Lloyd to open up, and some humor in the Neighborhood of Make Believe redirect the viewer to the real life situation happening in Lloyd’s life which must be addressed.

      I feel as if I saw a new episode of the show, and yet it was still a movie that I could appreciate and learn from. My blood pressure went down, that’s for sure. This is a movie with a message we shouldn’t ignore in our daily lives. We are all special, we can do things to make life better, and it’s okay to be broken.

      It’s such a good feeling.

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    • Akhnaten-mpressed

      Posted at 12:53 am by kayewer, on November 25, 2019

      I just saw Akhnaten at the Metropolitan Opera in New York yesterday.  From an opera fan’s standpoint, it was what an opera is supposed to be, but I can’t say whether it was spectacular or not because I haven’t figured out what it truly was.

      Don’t misunderstand me: everybody involved with the performance of the production was top-notch. I was particularly impressed by Anthony Roth Costanzo, the countertenor singing the title role of the monotheistic Egyptian ruler. The best part for me was his singular labelable (if such a term may be coined) aria, the “Hymn to the Sun,” in which he praises the sun god Aten. It’s the one sung piece in which the audience could truly identify his character.

      Oh, and since our performance of this production was being transmitted live to theatres worldwide, the initial appearance of the new ruler of Egypt, originally scheduled to be totally nude, was done with a carefully placed cloth over the three potentially offensive body parts. I did worry that one bad shimmy or sneeze would set social media buzzing, but it didn’t happen. Every moment Mr. Costanzo was onstage, he held our interest, and was awesome all by himself.

      The other roles seem to be a collective secondary grouping, including wife Queen Nefertiti (J’Nai Bridges) and mother Queen Tye (Dísella Lárusdóttir), along with the rebellious priests and populace, whose wardrobes seemed a mix of New Orleans pomp for the religious advisors and repressed laborer rags for the others.

      Oh, and there were jugglers. A troupe is part of the entire production, tossing balls with great skill, and it certainly was entertaining. The balls probably symbolize change, responsibility or the flux of power or something, but that would take more research to be sure. Any performer who dropped a ball (and it’s inevitable to happen more than once) embraced their role in the proceedings by paying homage on their knees to the sun god for the error: this is why, in a scene, one performer in a circle of jugglers was down while the others carried on as if nothing were out of the ordinary. I read about that in the program during intermission and passed the word on to my seat partners, getting to an “ah” moment. We finally got it, or something from it.

      The Playbill® was full of information, and was much needed, since the popular titles the Met provides at each seat only labeled the scenes and gave a brief description, except for  an English read-along for the above-mentioned aria. The production changes the language to suit the place of performance, but is sung otherwise in the Egyptian tongue, as well as a few others, when the characters were not harmonizing in long passages.

      That’s the issue with a Philip Glass opera: it’s unique in that the passages are repetitious, the music only varied in discreet ways which only the knowledgeable or attentive would parse, and the performance was interpreted with minimal interactive dialogue.

      And everything about the opera was slow, as if somebody set a 33 rpm record to 25. The characters moved at a snail’s pace onstage. Expressions were stretched out to last a minute, as if telling us that something prolonged was happening. In the end, Akhnaten died, but I’m not sure how, since he wasn’t assaulted physically, and searching for more information about him (the real ruler, I mean) leaves more questions than answers. Genetic proof points to King Tutankhamen being the son of Akhenaten, and of course he ultimately took over the throne, put everything back to the way it was with multi-god worshipping, and everybody tried to forget the 17 years of Akhenaten’s reign ever happened.

      I won’t forget I saw this production, but if I go to another Philip Glass production, I’ll look for a “dummies” book to read up beforehand.

       

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    • Don’t Chicken Out

      Posted at 6:39 pm by kayewer, on November 17, 2019

      It’s a chicken sandwich to die for. The Popeye’s restaurant chain introduced a popular chicken sandwich, and it was a hot enough item among their fans to sell out once this year, and caused chaos this fall upon its comeback.

      So what is the big deal about this sandwich? The brioche bun? The breading? The pickles? It’s probably all of these and more. Popeye’s likely won’t give away its secrets, but when it comes to analyzing food, a great example may well be the Doritos tortilla chip. The design team at Frito-Lay company worked this single snack item to perfection, with a formula designed to make eating the product a total sensory experience. Such grades as “mouth feel” come into play, as well as eliminating bad breath traces after devouring the whole bag. Not only does food have to taste good, but feel good as well.

      Marketing is a form of catering to our basic need for feeling good. How a chip feels in your mouth is one component; add to that the gadgets and clothing and toys we thrive on, and every new product is met with British Invasion insanity. We line up for event tickets and squish each other at department store doors on Black Friday. We don’t normally question this ides, but enjoy the rush like the first puff of tobacco.

      Apparently the chicken sandwich was so important, it drew lines of patrons. In Rutherford, NJ, lines of cars at the drive-through blocked traffic. Fights have been reported. In Maryland, one man wheedled his way up the queue and met up with somebody who did not like others cutting in line. The disgruntled patron taught the line cutter a lesson by stabbing and killing him. Over a chicken sandwich.

      In reality, not getting that hot item won’t kill you, but apparently obtaining it might turn deadly. I won’t go to Popeye’s for that reason. Besides, how does one brag about something you eat now and poop later? You don’t even get to allow it to take up space on your shelf or coffee table.

      It’s a chicken sandwich, for crying out loud.

       

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    • Pass Off

      Posted at 7:28 pm by kayewer, on November 10, 2019

      It’s always somebody else’s job. That was a message reinforced for me the other day when I had the duty of ordering all day catered brunch for the office for a Saturday. First, the place I was ordering from could not take the order directly. That’s right: I called the place, and the manager told me he could not take the order directly. I had to go online to do it.

      So I went to their official website. Take the business directly to the merchant, right? One thing Amazon has not taken over (at least not at the moment I’m posting this). I went through the whole process of selecting the food, the payment information, delivery time, special instructions (hold the gravy), and hit the order button. No delivery available at the time selected, the message said.

      Being a support specialist and able to think outside the restrictions of online programming, I selected a half dozen other delivery times, only to be shot down every time. Nothing to do but call the place back. The manager asked if I had tried a certain independent delivery site, assuring me that when their own site doesn’t work, the other has always been reliable.

      This would probably not happen if this were Japan. One would be a bit sheepish to admit that going someplace else would be a better way to achieve success. It does appear to be more the norm for Americans these days. The latest commercials from Chewy.com suggest that you should not have to haul around bags of pet food; let the website take care of your pet shopping for you. Of course, they don’t say that somebody else has to get the bags of pet food down from a warehouse shelf, then ship it to you (requiring hauling by the postal service), or that you still need to do the hauling at home (or have the kids do it). The idea is to divvy up components of life to have more hands fulfilling what used to be an internal team job. Human Resources departments are becoming externally resourced, which is a bit disturbing: imagine a resource that is so many miles away from you, it is too remote to be truly human.

      However, the site for the catering did work, and when the time came for the indies to start working for the restaurant, they bugged me half a dozen times to let me know via text message that the order was okay, a delivery person had departed the place with the order, and they were at the door of the office to deliver the order.

      The thing was, I wasn’t at the office on Saturday, so I didn’t even eat the food. I guess I let somebody enjoy it for me.

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    • What Stopping Means

      Posted at 2:04 am by kayewer, on June 2, 2019

      This post isn’t for everybody, but if you read it, understand that one opinion is just that: one way of looking at something. Your way may be different in one or more (or all) ways, and that’s okay, too. I feel that discussion is vital on important issues, so some of these opinions are purely mine, and others come from an amalgam of information from various sources who may offer additional insight. Don’t vilify the messenger.

      NASA never committed murder when they ended a mission because of factors which made continuing unsafe; the command center simply told the crew to abort the mission. The word abortion, in layman’s terms, means the stopping of a thing. Lately, however, we hear the three words “abortion is murder,” along with angry-faced protestors hoisting signs, and the world becomes a polarized entity, as with anything which can divide opinionated individuals (like politics, religion, and what toppings are best on pizza).

      Since I am not one hundred percent on either side of the abortion issue (because I don’t fully like how it might be used, but realize it is a necessary thing in this world), I have been considering everything I have seen on either side of the Roe V. Wade issue. I realize that we cannot totally obliterate the availability of abortion. We cannot stop an effective and health restorative medical procedure from being performed. As long as the world is not one hundred percent pure and good and safe enough to allow us to overpopulate ourselves with abandon, we cannot stop abortion.

      One of the biggest things which convince me that we are not ready to not make abortion available is the way the so-called “pro-life” front argues their case. They are not pro-life so much as they come off as “pro-birth.” They appear to be cheering for rapists and dehumanizing and isolating victims, with some states going so far as to make abortion unavailable for victims of rape or incest; I have to sit down and take deep breaths when I see a woman–a woman–standing in a group of protestors endorsing forcible sexual assault. But then, I can’t grasp the concept of female genital mutilation, and women in countries where it’s still practiced cheer that on, too. It’s sad to think that somebody could be so convinced that a man should be allowed to subjugate a woman so horribly, and that I could share the public streets with them, and they think me a monster because I think a victim should not suffer a pregnancy resulting from such abuse. But then, a judge granted a rapist visitation rights with the child resulting from his assault of a woman, so I guess now that rape is okay.

      Sure I know that some people abuse the availability of abortion, using it as birth control instead of any of the myriad alternatives out there. However, I would rather know that somebody would not be born and be spared the horrors of adult inhumanity: I read about babies delivered only to be smothered or drowned and then dumped in toilets, left in trash cans or dumpsters or, in one infamous case, taken onto a crossroad and set afire. No anti-abortion people stood up and praised the fact that those babies were born.

      The anti-choice (my preferred term, which goes with pro-choice) front does not contribute a cent to the born: infants in constant withdrawal pain from the drugs their pregnant mothers took suffer alone. Born babies starve daily, and who on the anti-choice front is feeding them? The objective of the anti-choice front is to get the babies born, not to move beyond that.

      A woman going to Planned Parenthood receives knowledge and compassion, if she can get past the middle school playground styled bullying and rhetoric and harassment. Pro-choice don’t hoist signs showing babies who were born and grew up in households where their days were numbered and the their suffering atrocious. I remember reading about a toddler who was killed by his mother, who then tried to cook away the evidence by placing the dismembered body in a pot. Tireless articles pass my eyes, in which children were starved, abused and beaten, neglected and deprived. For years. Sure, they live to be tweens or teens sometimes, but so many are aged three or under, it breaks my heart. “Not my problem” is still part of our national fabric.

      You don’t see any anti-choice people cheering because those victims were born. It’s because we still stand on the sidelines of human suffering that it seems logical that we should try not to add to the problem. If somebody cannot be a good parent, either don’t give birth, or make adoption work better, or let’s figure out how to make rape bad again, and come up with sufficient punishment to fit the crime. I won’t elaborate on that.

      Sometimes we see the “sanctity of human life” as meaning that everybody needs to live. It’s the same mindset that keeps the elderly in pain-wracked stasis while waiting for what some of them hope will be their last breath. Human life is not pure and good and safe, and limiting options will not make it so. Standing by doesn’t make life better, either.

      And before anybody starts countering my words herein with arguments that there is a heartbeat and brain formation and the ability to smile in utero, remember that a flower is inside the seed, but at that point it isn’t a flower yet. And I don’t think that God is waving His mighty hand and picking and choosing who has babies and who does not: that responsibility, with the added burden of the foibles of the human body, He left to us with our free will. When my time comes to account for what I have said, I will accept what He tells me was right or wrong, not the words of an overly passionate sign-waving protester in front of a women’s health clinic.

      States are starting to enact tougher abortion laws. Remembering how life was before, I worry about our future becoming our past again: the bad part of the past.

      Let’s not be so rash that our absolutes start destroying what we are trying to build. The middle ground is what we need, and we’ve had it for decades: don’t lose it now.

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    • Roll Over

      Posted at 3:51 am by kayewer, on March 10, 2019

      One of life’s greatest debates is over. There have been a few over the years: chicken or egg first, why God invented the common fly, who invented the buffalo hot wing or key lime pie (meaning who made it first), and who put the bop in the bop do wop. But the argument over toilet paper went on for nearly 128 years, and it’s over now.

      According to an Australian consumer publication called Choice, a man named Seth Wheeler received a patent on September 15, 1891 for his invention, and the illustration clearly shows the paper going over the roll facing outward.

      A bunch of you are now, excuse the phrase, poo-pooing this revelation, because you believe that toilet paper should roll under, or against the wall.

      The real issues come down to whether you prefer your paper to touch the wall behind it or flag about freely into the open space of your bathroom, or whether or not you have a cat who may spend several minutes unraveling it and then leave bored with you coming into a paperless bathroom situation. In desperate times, admittedly, a few wads of slightly shredded TP will do.

      Like the Great Pizza Question I originally mentioned (and which came from an episode of “Garfield and Friends”), there really is no true right or wrong answer. Some situations call for toilet paper to roll one way or another, just as smart people who order pizza for a bunch of consumers vary the toppings as much as possible (except I have never had to order anchovies, for anybody, ever).

      Basically, the true answer is what you were raised to do: a household with the roll over will likely have its grown children abandon the nest to make the same move in their own places, as will those who are under fans.

      Our main problem is our defensiveness when somebody does something different; it doesn’t matter when the end result is the same. Two roads leading to the same destination are not a cause for battle, but we are born debaters.

      Now I’d like to know why one gets on a plane instead of in a plane.

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    • The Year(dinga)ling

      Posted at 2:44 am by kayewer, on December 30, 2018

      2018 is almost over, and good riddance. Who needs a year which was so full of disaster? Sure there were good times, but who wants to talk about those? I will, but later.

      I spent most of my January, every weekday, ordering food for my contact center workers who were trying to eat and plow through thousands of phone calls from customers during one of our worst temperature drops in ages.

      Folks, winter is here, so if you neglected to do something to protect yourself and your belongings from the cold, do it yesterday. Not only will you end up on a phone queue if you call customer service, but when the staff is all working and they still need more manpower, they call upon the reserve staff, namely me. I have training, but not the hours of experience, and of course some folks who call blame me for that, rather than their own lack of foresight. I’ll help you, but it may actually take a few minutes more, and I’ve learned that people seem to have permanently lost their patience.

      When you have only so many catering choices, it gets old fast ordering food every day. We ate more pizza, pasta, hoagies, wings, bagels, donuts, soda and coffee than was probably served in Horn & Hardart’s automats in their entire history. Every day the routine was the same: grab a cart, pick up the food, figure the tip, distribute the food, expense the food, order more. I gained six pounds.

      I got sick more this year than ever, with two bouts of stomach virus and a cold which just decided to sneak into Santa’s sack for me at Christmas.

      Ordering all that food taxed everybody’s expense accounts at work, and once or twice that meant I used my own card to pay for stuff. I hope the credit card company didn’t think I ate all that food myself. Fortunately I only gained six pounds and didn’t lose my credit score.

      Shopping was a bit of a ride for me, too. I accidentally shrank a new sweater for which I could not get a replacement, but I did find the latest in laundry products to make all the things coming out of the washer looking top notch. It could not save a tablet case from Tumi, though, which got something on it that could not come out; I did try to email their customer service but got no reply.

      October marked a year since I tried contacting Virgin Mobile about problems with my broadband reception. They will never get back to me, either. Just saying. I gave up trying. They are launching space missions for tourism, but nobody can answer my questions about Internet service after four letters and three months of trying.

      In September Greyhound had no drivers for its New York City run, so I had to drive up there for an opera. Cost me a bundle, and now I have less faith in public transportation.

      My gas station ran out of supplies several times lately. That doesn’t help with the amount of driving I do. I replaced my car, and due to GM’s downsizing of their plants and discontinuing several vehicles, my model is a dead car running.

      Add to that all the people with personal issues who do not handle them sanely or constructively, including the doofusses in Washington, and it has just been a bad year all around. Our government is partly shut down because of a border wall we suddenly need after over 240 years? That is a bigger problem than anything I’m griping about here.

      Of course I do sit down and tell myself that I had about 340 days of good health, and the phone calls did stop coming into work long enough that we could wait a few weeks before ordering catered food again. The bus did run earlier this month without a hitch, I did get gas this morning, and I still have Internet where I can use it effectively, if not where I would always like to.

      2019 will probably be a mixed bag, too. Tighten your shoelaces, because here it comes.

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