Monthly Archives: January 2008

While the Sun Shines

I pride myself on being able to express my thoughts clearly and persuasively. I am, after all, a marketing professional. Even so, as I approach my first anniversary of having switched to a Mac from a PC I find that words fail me. I’m unable to adequately describe the simple gratifications of the change. Maybe the inspired minimalism that makes Apple products so good also serves to make their uniqueness difficult to grasp second-hand. Despite my heartfelt enthusiasm and all of my best efforts at making the case, most of my friends that continue to use PCs think that I’ve just bought into all of the Apple hype.

For me it started a couple of years ago with friends and colleagues of mine who most people would not describe as stereotypical Mac fans. A physicist and software engineer at the Missile Defense Agency. A sales engineer colleague who works on Windows machines all day. Another colleague of mine who is a marketing guy like me. No graphic artists, photographers, musicians, etc. in that group, but every one a raving Mac fan. Hmmm. Something was going on. Like my Windows-user friends of today however, I didn’t get it back then either.

Then I bought an iPod last January. I was heading to China and other points east and wanted music to keep me company on some very long flights. From the moment I opened the box the whole experience was great – I’d never installed or used a product that was so easy and intuitive. That pushed me over the edge. Not long after returning from Asia I bought an iMac down at the Lenox Square Apple store in Atlanta and scuttled my old malware infested PC. Afterwards I found myself spending much more time in front of my computer and actually enjoying it.

Taking up residence in Dallas last fall took me deeper in to the world of Apple products. I had to have a computer there and after a very happy seven months with my iMac in Atlanta my next buy had to be another Mac. As soon as Leopard launched last year I bought a MacBook and Airport Extreme from the Knox Street Apple Store right up McKinney Avenue. That experience has been just as good. Some other time I’ll comment on how well the products go together and how utilizing some of their newer features makes my life living in two cities a good bit easier than it might otherwise be.

So with all of that backdrop it was with great interest that I watched the keynote address given by Steve Jobs earlier this month. I finally found the time last Tuesday and only just now the time to comment on it. I’m left with three perceptions. First, the announcements that he made taken as a whole were under-appreciated. They were much more important than the somewhat muted reaction each product received individually. Second, Apple may just be the most strategically savvy company in the public eye today, which really just goes to my first point. Third, I can already guess how their success will end. I plan on making full commentary on each of these points some other time. As for the last one, all I’ll go ahead and say this much now – Apple appears far too tightly tied to the genius and leadership of Steve Jobs. Even barring all other modes of failure he is a mortal man.

While I’ve said before that I’m not part of the “cult of Steve” thing, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate his very real contributions to an extraordinary succession of product lines and Apple’s unlikely renaissance. I’m really going to miss him when he’s gone.For now, I’ll just end by saying that I’m soaking up every bit of user satisfaction I can get from today’s Apple.

Like the old proverb goes, “Make hay while the sun shines.”

A Lead Balloon – Seriously

I mentioned yesterday that my daughter and I had fun watching a couple of our favorite TV shows on TiVo over the weekend. One of those is MythBusters. If you haven’t ever watched this show you are missing out. Recently they decided to test a metaphor – the old “lead balloon” one – instead of a myth. This is one of the episodes we got to watch.

They actually constructed a balloon out of lead foil (just like aluminum foil, only way thinner and way heavier) and then filled it with helium. You can see the results here. Amazingly, the only thing holding the 22+ pounds of lead sheeting together is scotch tape.

Another detail that this video does not really capture is the elaborate jumbo origami required to put this thing together flat and then inflate into a cube shape. Pretty amazing.

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Being Jewish in Public

From the little bit that I’ve seen up close, there’s nothing easy about being an observant Jew. I think most Gentiles equate Jewish observance with keeping Kosher, but there is quite a bit more to it than that. As Jewish tradition has evolved over the ages the are often so many things that are required of those that make an earnest attempt to follow The Law in its entirety that it must loom large in the thoughts of the devoted much of the time, and I suppose that’s partly the point. I saw a sight this morning as my daughter and I were on the way to breakfast that reminded me of that.

Within a five miles of my house in the suburbs of Atlanta there are a couple of synagogues and two Jewish community centers, and to my knowledge none of them are affiliated with one another. Considering how small the Jewish population is as a percentage of the world’s people I guess you could therefore say that we have a reasonably large number of Jews here in East Cobb County. It’s not uncommon on a Saturday to see the Conservative and and even the occasional Orthodox individual or group walking on the sidewalks of some of the major thoroughfares here in this part of town.

This morning the weather here was not pleasant – grey, damp, cold and threatening to rain or sleet. It was probably in the high 20′s and there was an occasional chilling breeze. Despite that, on the sidewalk as we neared our destination was a Jewish man walking in a black overcoat and no head cover other than his yarmulke. He had to be freezing. I don’t know where he was coming from or walking to, but there was surely a big distance between points A and B. The area we were in had no residences in any direction for at least a couple of miles. This was no walk around the block.

It may sound funny, but the sight warmed my heart a little. As a man raised in the Christian tradition, one of the things I struggle with most is the belief that what you have faith in – or what you profess to have faith in – is the key measure of your devotion. It’s so easy to be insincere and profess your faith while actually having none, or at least living as though you don’t. Most Christians would tell you that a sincere faith calls you to live in a way that betters the world somehow – through acts of care for others as an example. Still, I think we have a greater emphasis on proselytizing than we do on setting an example. The consummate and the casual Christian are indistinguishable from 100 yards regardless of the consistency between what their faith and tradition professes and how they live. Not so with the Jew. The days of any significant number of converts to Judaism ended with the conversion of the Rome to Christendom, but at least a few of them still walk among us setting a quiet example for all to see.

How much more convenient and comfortable and safe it would have been for the man we saw this morning to drive his car on that errand. Such a choice would have done everything to make his trip easier and faster and not a thing to harm another soul. But he walked. He walked because on the Sabbath – between sundown on Friday and sundown on Saturday – he’s not supposed to drive, and that’s that. Never mind that it’s cold outside. Never mind that there are plenty of people out there hostile enough toward Jews that making yourself so visible will always carry some risk. It’s what he’s supposed to do by his own way of seeing things, and he was doing it.

It was a simple, small reminder that we humans do have much capacity for honesty and humility, and that’s an encouraging thing isn’t it?

Spreading on American 848

I flew to Atlanta tonight and barely missed being upgraded to first class. Though I was disappointed as I trudged to the rear of the plane, it turned out to be an interesting experience – one that would not have happened if the upgrade had come through.

After the cabin door closed and all of the cell phones were off, two kids across the aisle from me began doing one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed. Taking turns, each would speak to the other in a monologue of blinding speed – words strung together so fast that I could only pick out one every few seconds or so. I processed just enough to know that what I was hearing was not gibberish but coherent speech punctuated by sharp, short gasps for breath. It was clear that they were speaking with conviction based on their emphasis and gestures, but they did not look at one another – they looked at or scrawled notes instead. As one spoke in constant flashes of verbal lightning the other was making notes at equal speed in the white space of whatever magazine page they happened to have at the ready. They took a break while the plane was taking off, but got set up to start again right as we leveled out. I couldn’t help it – before they could start again I interrupted and asked what the heck they were doing.

It turns out that they were practicing debate, and I was surrounded.

Across the aisle, right beside me and in seats ahead and behind were kids that are members of the Texas Forensic Association, a debate league. The ones close enough for me to speak to were from Jesuit College Preparatory School and Highland Park High School in Dallas. As I began to ask questions they all chimed in very enthusiastically with answers. These were clearly some of the smartest and most well-spoken teenagers I can ever recall meeting.

They referred to their rapid-fire speech technique as “spreading”, which is intended to cram as many arguments as possible into the time allowed for debate. Speed is crucial in the form of debate that their teams are engaged in, and when one team can out pace an opponents rate of argument in a debate it’s called “spreading out” the competition.

I was hooked. I apologized to the kids up front and proceeded to pepper them with questions for the next hour. Was it only the quantity of arguments that mattered, or was quality considered too? Does everybody talk this fast or just you guys? Who the heck judges this stuff and how do they understand you? How do spectators have any idea what is going on? Who picks the topics? How do you decide which side of an issue you want to take?

It turns out that the judges understand them just fine because they’re accustomed to it. They do score on the quality of arguments in addition to quantity. There are many forms of debate, and several of them involve “normal” modes of speech that an average audience can appreciate. The TFA decides through a somewhat democratic process what the debate topics will be from year-to-year. The teams that the kids are on alternate arguing “for” or “against” a resolution.

They work very hard at what they do. They compete every weekend starting on Friday night and going through Saturday night and sometimes Sunday too. They practice all of the time and the 14 year old freshman seated next to me – we’ll call her Sally – described it as very physically and mentally draining. I’ll believe it. The Senior across the aisle – we’ll call him Paul – seemed more cavalier. Both of them were clearly brilliant. Sally said that there were very few girls in debate and that a double standard reigns in some aspects of scoring. Guys can apparently be “confident” in their style and not be critiqued for it, while if girls are more assertive they are adversely affected in the “style” aspect of scoring. I don’t doubt that those sorts of biases are real. That might hold Sally back a bit in debate from time-to-time, but I doubt much will hold her back in the real world when she gets to apply her intellect to the workplace.

The kids were heading to Atlanta for a tournament this weekend. I was just going home to spend time with my daughter. I couldn’t help but think that she would laugh herself silly if she had heard them “spreading”. She already thinks teenagers are bizarre alien creatures as it is. It’s only a matter of time before she joins the aliens, but as smart as she is I doubt she’ll be a debater. There was a certain intensity to the personality these kids carried that I don’t see my daughter taking up.

What an unusual experience. It made for a short flight.

And the Republican Nominee is…

Tipping points are funny things. The people that can see them coming consistently are as gifted as they are rare. More so than me, for example. Just a week ago I had commented over at the arc of time that I was pretty sure Romney would not take South Carolina and that an open convention for the Republicans was probable. Though I didn’t say it out loud at the time I thought it very possible that Huckabee would take my native state and leave the field wide open going into February. After only a week of additional data I’m prepared to reverse my guess at an open convention and add my second prediction regarding final outcomes in 2008 to the first one that I made here.

With McCain’s victory last Saturday and a couple of news items from this week I’m now convinced that the Republican convention will open with a clearly mandated nominee, and that nominee will probably be John McCain. There are four reasons for this. They are Huckabee, Thompson, Romney and Giuliani.

Although Huckabee has a few delegates at this point he has about the same chances at the nomination as I’ve got at being the first man on Mars. This is lower than you might think because I don’t even want to go there. Contrary to the beliefs of many, Republicans are not all evangelicals that see their party as the Party of God. Many of them, in fact, are closet Libertarians that tolerate their born again brothers in ranks for the sole reason that they have nowhere else to go. They won’t line up alongside the socialists forming a core constituency of the modern Democratic party and they view the “outed” Libertarians as loony birds. These people will not vote for Huckabee under any circumstances, and although there are many other factors that would hold Huckabee back, this by itself locks him out for certain. If Huckabee can’t take South Carolina he sure won’t take many other states.

With Thompson’s post South Carolina announcement of his withdrawal, his chances at the nomination are now only slightly better than Huckabee’s. The more important signal sent here, however, is the last best hopes of the remaining Reagan coalition have been disconnected from life support. The economic and social conservatives that Reagan so effectively united have been cloven apart by Bush over the past eight years and are being kept that way by Huckabee now. Thompson would have done at least a little better were this not true. This bodes poorly for Romney, who sometimes tries to morph into delivering a similar message. That accounts for his limited success thus far, but I think morphing is a fatal problem for Romney. Republicans are inherently suspicious of a man from Massachusetts to start with, and they are very aggrieved with their party’s establishment – Romney looks that part. Also, my sense is that Romney’s veiled yet clear departure into economic populism with auto workers in Michigan is the kind of move that will win some ground at the cost of the nomination. There are more than a few Republicans and Independents that will look sideways at a candidate that appears “nuanced.” Is he Reagan or Roosevelt? Who knows? Does Romney?

Rudy, meanwhile, has thus far executed the riskiest strategy for a real contender that modern politics has ever seen. With the news Monday that McCain is out-polling him in New York and Wednesday that he’s doing the same in California, that strategy appears clearly doomed. I think Rudy would have had a much harder time winning over Huckabee voters than McCain or even Romney anyway.

So, I think McCain probably takes it. I’m not saying that this won’t have its twists and turns or that it won’t be close – Romney looks strong in Florida I hear – but I think it’s McCain. My thoughts with regard to what that means for the White House next January will be coming up soon.

Bistro By Jenn

Tonight I decided to try an event put on by the social committee of my apartment leasing company – a cooking class. I’ll often pick up something useful that I didn’t know or haven’t tried when I go to one and I also figured I might meet some of my neighbors. Despite that I went in with low expectations. I half thought I’d see a handful of strangers standing around the club room’s range top island while a volunteer threw together his or her favorite dish. It wasn’t like that.

The room was pretty well full of residents who for the most part appeared to know at least a few others there. Our social committee folks were very welcoming and our instructor for the evening was no hobbyist. She was Jenn Sohonie, an executive chef with Cordon Bleu training and plenty of experience. She prepared a quinoa dish, some mushroom quesadillas and a nice curry – all very good and healthy. What’s more, I really liked her style with the group.

Even when they try not to, lots of foodies talk over their audience by using culinary terminology and making assumptions which leave amateurs impressed but intimidated. Jenn did neither, and instead made an effective and cheerful presentation that was very accessible. Although I thought I could sense just a little nervousness on her part, I suspect that I might have been the only person to notice. I’m a frequent public speaker myself and can spot those details more easily than most. Jenn projected very well overall. I only wish I had taken a picture for this post. The lighting down there was great and what she has posted on her website does not do justice to her magnetic smile.

Something I found intriguing was her accent. I love accents. I collect them. All throughout the preparation I was guessing. Minnesota? Wisconsin? Ohio? Indiana? Western Pennsylvania? Just when I thought I had it down she’d throw a curve ball that sounded plainly like California. I asked her as soon as manners would allow when the preparation was complete. How about Geneva, Switzerland? I was very surprised, but she says she gets “Ohio” a lot. Go figure.

Jenn lives with her husband right here in Uptown and stays pretty busy. In addition to teaching people like us, she teaches other chefs, maintains a gourmet meal service at Bistro by Jenn and caters and cooks for private events. I suspect she will always be in demand.

Live in Aught Three

In my post on Booked Up in Archer City I mentioned that the store had the feel a grandparent’s house where bits and pieces of the lives of friends and loved ones are scattered around to see. What I failed to mention is that I bought one of those things – a copy of Live in Aught Three by James McMurtry and the Heartless Bastards.

If you have ever found something special in an unusual way or place you’ve probably had the feeling I’ve got about this CD. When I picked it up off the counter at the last second I thought this excellent recording might be as relatively unknown as the place I found it, but I’ve started to think that just can’t be possible. It’s too good not to have a wide following, and it wouldn’t surprise me one bit to find out that I’m just the last guy on earth to hear about it.

Artistry runs in families and so I suppose it should be no surprise that Larry McMurtry’s son James is an artist too, and when listening to his music it makes perfect sense that his dad is a writer. The lyrics are top notch. But so is everything.

As the title tells well enough, these tracks are live recordings. I can’t tell you how good their quality is. For me the purchase of a live CD is very often a let down. I have a hard time getting through the low fidelity and to the music. That is not a problem here – the opposite happens. Listen on a good system and you’d swear the band must be somewhere close to you but out of sight. Close your eyes and you are outside on a fine spring evening with your friends and a bottle of beer. It’s that good.

And then the music itself is just hard to beat. The sound, the story telling, the pace and that exceptional quality of a good compilation that can only occur when everything just goes together – they are all there. As for what kind of music it is exactly I can’t say. I suggest reading the reviews to get the thoughts of someone who actually knows what they are talking about. My taste in music is as haphazard as my taste in every other art form. I can’t tell you what I like as much as I can point to it, and I point to a lot of things that don’t have much in common.

I also make no secret of the fact that I like my entertainment on the intellectually challenging side, and McMurtry is easily up to that. When I listen to tracks like “No More Buffalo”, “Out Here in the Middle” and “Lights of Cheyenne” I swear I can’t tell if he likes living out here in the middle, if he doesn’t or if there would be any place he’d prefer either way. With “60 Acres” and “Choctaw Bingo” you can’t help but think that he views Texas more cynically, but “Rachel’s Song” makes you wonder if he’d ever leave anyway. If this music were wine, it would have such complexity and reputation that it would be available by auction only.

James McMurtry and his accomplished band play down in Austin they say. Maybe I’ll get down there and meet them some time.

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Photo by Craig Seth.

[Update - unlike my friend over at the arc of time (who makes full disclosure and also knows something about music) I get nothing if you follow the link above and buy this CD. This is not because I disdain commercialism. Color me capitalist. It's not even because I frown on flogging while blogging. It's simply because I don't know how. Yet.]

Gluttony

Last week I posted on starting a Sunday School class on the Seven Deadly Sins. Our topic then was Lust, this week it was Gluttony. There was much discussion of how only 9% of Americans would describe themselves as gluttons though fully a third of us are deemed overweight. With the sedentary lives we lead in today’s age of knowledge work I suspect that it’s quite a bit easier to be overweight without being a glutton than it once was. But that wouldn’t explain the 35,000 calorie per day eating habits in TLC’s show on the Brookhaven Obesity Clinic would it?

Gluttony has many angles of course. Food is one, drink is another, and excesses of other things by quantity, delicacy or expense were also discussed. Reflecting on last week’s topic one of our class members asked the excellent question of whether hunger was to gluttony as sexual desire is to lust. I think that’s probably right. Eating and sex are both good and good for you in the right contexts and quantities. Outside of those, no.

Our class instructor asked at the outset what we thought of when we thought of gluttony. For me the thing that came to mind immediately was “Rome”. What better portrait of consumption to excess was there than the Roman norm of eating and drinking to the point of vomiting and then starting all over again? Also, since one of the ideas behind the Seven Deadly Sins is that they lead to other sins, the Roman orgy seems to me that it defines gluttony. I suspect that it did so for the Jews and early Christians also, considering their less-than-friendly relationship with the culture and power of Rome.

Since lust, gluttony and greed are not so much acts themselves as they are descriptive of the degree or manner of other behaviors, there followed some discourse on what constituted pleasurable and healthy consumption versus sinful and self destructive behavior. For me the answer is most easily given in hindsight. With an honest heart assess yourself the following day and ask if you are better off now or worse. Do you have a hangover? Is your digestion wrecked? Do you have to consult other people to know what your actions were? Did you damage any relationships last night or treat anybody badly after you started drinking? If so, I’d say that there was some gluttony in there somewhere. Do that enough and you will surely diminish your life – eventually you’ll run out of people that think you are any fun!

For me, one thing is certain. Merely eating, drinking and being merry is not sinful or gluttonous in any way. In fact, the very phrase comes from a positive statement in Ecclesiastes 8:15, and it just might be my favorite verse in the whole bible:

“So I commended mirth, that a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry, and that this should accompany him in his labor all the days of his life which God hath given him under the sun.”

To me that is pretty clear – the joy of food, drink and merriment is hard to beat, but if you are indulging so much that you can’t labor you’ve obviously got a problem. I think the same thing is clearly true if you’re merriment comes at the cost of hurt to yourself or to someone else.

But when it doesn’t? When a genuine good time is had by all, what happens then? Well that’s some of the best stuff life has to offer, and I think that it can do much to not only make life pleasurable, but to even make a better person. I know it’s made a difference for me. For the past two years when we’ve had our holiday parties at work, I’ve had my fill of wine and laughs with co-workers, some of whom I’d had my doubts about or conflicts with. In those moments I’ve quite literally felt the wall in my heart come down toward them, to my certain benefit and betterment.

Books – The Purpose

Once inside Booked Up (below) the browsing began. If you really want to get a feel for just how much is there you’ll have to go see it yourself. Still, I took a few notes that can give you a glimpse. One of the things that made the biggest impression on me as I scanned some of the more rare books was the incredible diversity of human experience, even just among westerners writing in English. Another was a humbling sense of the smallness of any one life on the tapestry of time.

Want to experience romance and adventure from the 19th century reader’s perspective? How would “A Slave of the Saracen” suit you? A fictional commentary on the family life of the day? How about giving “The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table” a read? Travel? Try “Seeing Europe by Automobile”, which was clearly written to differentiate the experience from rail or horse. Politics? Have the only copy of “Inquiry into the Nature of Certain 19th Century Pamphlets” I’ve ever seen. Science? “Soviet Genetics and World Science.” Philosophy? “The Life of Voltaire.” Nature? “The Life of the Salmon.” Weather? “The Climate of Indiana.” Religion and morality? Have a tiny little book admonishing against fornication written entirely in Latin but published some time in the 19th century?

Listing all that was no different than counting the stars in a tiny patch of sky and giving up. It was endless.

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One of the books I finally decided that I would buy was “Nonsenseorship”, a 1922 commentary on American life in the era of prohibition and the moralism of that day. In the midst of today’s absurd rancor over politically correct speech and increasingly coercive regulations regarding whether we smoke, how we drink and now even what we’re eating, I was instantly taken by this passage from the foreword:

“From England, through the eyes of Frank Swinnerton, we glimpse ourselves as others see us, and rather pathetically. In days gone by, lured by reports of America’s lawless free-and-easiness, Swinnerton says he craved to visit us. But no more. The wish is dead. We have become hopelessly moral and uninviting. “I see that I shall after all have to live quietly in England with my pipe and my abstemious bottle of beer. And yet I should like to visit America, for it has suddenly become in my imagining an enormous country of ‘Don’t!’ and I want to know what it is like to have ‘Don’t!’ said to me by somebody who is not a woman.”

I think I’m really going to enjoy reading it.

On a more serious note, there was a book from 1908 that had an introduction so chilling that I could not help but write down an excerpt since I wasn’t going to pay the $200 to buy it. It was from “Kafir Socialism”, Kafir being the derogatory term for black Africans used by the Boers and others in the past. It was a political commentary on the direction of world politics in general and “solving the native question” in particular:

“In the case of races and classes, just as in the case of individuals, those that are the most efficient in their adaptation to environment, and not those that simply give expression to the loftiest sentiment, will survive and dominate all rivals; while the weak and inefficient will go to the wall.”

Mind you, this wasn’t some ratty, poorly written pamphlet run off the alleyway presses of the lunatic fringe. It was a nicely bound hard cover book with acclamations inside. In retrospect, how can you read that and be surprised that the horrors of the First World War were just around the corner, and those of the Russian revolution and the Holocaust not far behind?

But for every book on topics so grave there were at least as many others that were much less weighty. After a couple of hours of browsing Eric and Jill came back with quite a load. Eric got some things for his art studies and Jill found a reprint of what is purported to be the very first cook book ever published – from the 1400′s I think.

After paying up we were on our way back to the Metroplex, sure that we would return some time.