Monthly Archives: January 2009

I Really Hope Not

Today I resumed my workaday routine after the Holidays. Driving home in icy weather I expected long delays and maybe a crowded gym when I got home owing to my later arrival. I didn’t get the bad drive, but I did get the crowded gym.

Though I arrived right about the time I usually do each evening the gym was wall-to-wall. Literally every exercise station was occupied with somebody doing something. All the treadmills, the ellipticals, the stationary bike, the weight machines, the pullup bars, the free weight benches and the yoga mats. Everything. I think the water fountain even had somebody standing in front of it.

So I left.

I love my workouts these days, but I’m not going to stand in line at an exercise machine for an unknown period of time hovering while I wait for somebody to finish their 20? 30? 40? minute workout. Boring, probably rude and frustrating. Not the workout experience I’m looking for.

Since this is the first time I’ve turned away from my gym since I moved here it got me wondering – why? What was special about today. Then it hit me – it’s the New Year. Crap.

I’m really, really hoping that the crowd I saw tonight is not the New Year’s resolution gang. Those people are like locusts. When they swarm there’s just nothing you can do but be frustrated until February. By then they’ve all returned to whatever they were doing before they made their resolutions, and you get your gym back. I tell you, if ever somebody figured out how to make New Year’s resolutions stick you could make a fortune by building gyms everywhere. We’d need twice as many overnight.

Here’s hoping.

It’s Not Easy Being Greened

I had occasion to be down in the management of my apartment building today and while chit-chatting with one of the staff the subject of exercise came up. It was then that I remembered something that I had meant to mention to the building management a few times last fall but never did. There were times when the gym had been baking hot. This is because in October and November the late afternoon sun shines directly into the floor-to-ceiling windows of the gym and makes a little solar oven out of the place if there is no air conditioning. Each time it happened I doggedly pushed through my workout anyway, but I would be drenched in sweat halfway into my workout and sometimes felt a bit ill from the heat. It was really hot on those evenings. Each time it would happen I would say to myself that I’d call the office the next day, but that I would forget. Days would go by before it happened again, and each time I got too busy at work to follow through and then forget once more.

Since I was standing there this afternoon I went ahead and mentioned it even though it hasn’t happened in many weeks. My previously cheerful apartment manager instantly bristled with indignation as she related what the cause had been.

I’ll tell you what the problem was. We had a green nazi running around the building. She would pry open the thermostats and turn them way up, turn off all the computers in the business center, unplug all the televisions at the elevators, you name it. She would leave little notes behind too.

I suppose they deduced that it was a woman doing it based on the style of the handwriting, because they did not catch her. (Isn’t it funny how you can just about be dead certain of the gender of a person only by a sample of their handwriting? I’d love to see that explained.) Apparently the Green Gestapo Gal was pretty clever, being capable of avoiding surveillance and somehow escaping the attention of the staff and residents.

I commiserated with my friendly apartment manager. I was just as irritated to learn the cause of my extreme discomfort some weeks back. It ticks me off that somebody would feel so smug about their viewpoint being right that they would choose to inflict it on everyone else without our consent or even our involvement. That “greeny knows best” attitude is enough to infuriate me every single time. I heard a funny critique of high-minded greens by a self professed environmentalist and conservationist on the radio recently. He referred to people with coercive green attitudes as those who were “greener than thou.” I loved that. Perfect.

Owing to how political alignments typically work, what do you bet that the Green Shadow here in my apartment building has a negative attitude toward people who want to restrict access to abortions? How do you think she would respond to an anti-abortion activist padlocking the doors to clinics each night when no one was looking? I’ll bet there’s just about a 100% chance that she would consider that act wrong – even criminal. And yet the hypocrite is so sure that her viewpoint on matters related to energy consumption is not only right, but that she is doing the right thing by forcing her views on others. As far as I’m concerned she’s no different at all in point of principle from the abortion clinic vigilante, and if they catch her I hope that they can press charges for something.

I absolutely HATE when people come off as being somehow morally superior to others because of views that they hold. This is despite the fact that I do firmly believe that certain things are right and wrong. Even so, I have a sense of humility about my beliefs and would not be so presumptive as to force them on others.

At a place where I happen to spend a lot of time recently there was a “Green Committee” that got established to try to find ways to reduce water, power, paper and other resource consumption. Fine so far. Then they started posting snarky little signs all over the place which bluntly tried to guilt trip everyone into various “green” behaviors. “Printing that Document Kills a Tree” and other such crap. As you might guess, that really pulled my pin.

When I saw the signs I sent out an email to some of my friends explaining that if anything like that ever happened in my office I would, out of spite, do the following:

  1. Drag the sap soaked body of a dead tree down the full length of the building for all to see
  2. Buy a Hummer that runs on coal and leave it idling all day while I worked
  3. Bathe each morning in bottled water flown in from Japan by fighter jet

Honestly, I would want to.

If you believe in a cause, great. If you want to struggle to make it successful, wonderful. If you want to sacrifice to see it through, I commend you. If, on the other hand, you want to constrain the liberties of others without their involvement, force them to sacrifice against their will for your goals, make them struggle to suit your ends, then I deplore you. You differ from Stalin and Mao and Franco only by degree and you deserve only scorn.

Take a resusable hemp grocery sack and bag your self righteousness greenies. It’s not even the tiniest bit less offensive than any other form of self righteousness.

Tragedy in Bangkok

In the summer of 1986 I took a ferry across the English Channel from England to Belgium. In those days before the Chunnel the ship was among the huge vessels that carried hundreds of passengers and their automobiles. My ride was uneventful, but less than a year later the Herald of Free Enterprise famously capsized, killing nearly 200 people. An investigation into the cause of the the disaster revealed details that indicated to me that it could have just as easily occurred on the day of my crossing.

It was the first time I can recall having been so clearly shown that life’s fragile hold can swiftly be broken by chance. It’s chilling when you see a tragedy in the news that could have very easily included you had the timing been different. I had that experience again today.

As Thailand rang in the New Year two days ago a fire cut short the lives of dozens at Club Santika. If you’ve followed the international news over the past 24 hours you’ve probably heard about the death toll at this popular nightclub. The news caught my attention because I had a memorable night there back in 2007. As they do on most nights, Santika had live music and the band was actually pretty good. Outside on the front deck there was a photo beauty contest for Thai women from around the country.

The band was a crew of local kids playing mostly covers of western music. It might surprise you to know that sets like that aren’t for the benefit of tourists. Santika’s biggest crowd is not Americans like me or even Europeans, but young Thais. As my colleagues enjoyed drinks and people watching we hung in there with the band right up until they tried to cover Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. They might have been decent musicians, but the lead singer couldn’t touch Freddy Mercury in a million years. The Thais ate it up. We couldn’t help but wince and laugh a little.

I’m sure that nobody was laughing when it caught fire on New Year’s Eve.

I remember the inside of the club and it’s floorplan reasonably well and it is hard for me to imagine how a fire could spread fast enough that it could kill people before they managed to escape. It makes me wonder what it was that caught on fire. The stage structure? Curtains? Decorations of some kind? Regardless of how it happened it did, and I suppose the moral of the story is that fire’s ability to destroy and kill should never be underestimated.

Night club disasters – particularly those in developing countries – often have that remote, far off feeling of “it couldn’t happen to me” but obviously this one could have easily happened to me. It doesn’t feel abstract at all. I can clearly visualize the young Thai men and women and a few tourists here and there to having a good time like any other night. I can’t visualize the horror and panic that must have happened when the blaze started.

I’m all for enjoying the nightlife abroad when traveling, and if you like music or dancing or just having a good time with friends I reccomend it. After this news however, I also reccomend that whenever visiting such a place that you think about what you would do to get out in the case of a fire. I know that I didn’t the night that I was there, and I might have paid the price with my life.

Looking Back

I hesitate a little to use the word “transformative” but I’ll put it out there in describing 2008 from a personal perspective. There’s just a whole lot that happened:

  1. My move to Dallas took hold over the course of the year. After three months of non-stop flying around the country during the period I first relocated from Atlanta, I finally settled down and got to spend some time in Dallas. I threw myself in and worked hard at making myself at home here. I think I’ve succeeded. I now consider Dallas my primary home and I feel good and happy about that. I’m starting to branch out a make friends in a few different social circles now and that’s even better.
  2. I started blogging, and this year and I estimate that I’ve written something between 80,000 – 100,000 words here at Two Home Towns. That’s a very rough estimate, but I was up to 40,000 or so words by the end of March and I did a whole lot of posting after that. I’m pretty sure that’s a short novel’s worth of writing, which got me to thinking… What else might I write?
  3. I traveled to Mexico, Thailand, The Netherlands, the US Virgin Islands, San Francisco, the Muir Woods, Napa Valley, Pike’s Peak and plenty of other places besides. This year it was not all business, but a fair amount of pleasure too. I took a couple of days off in Bangkok and the Netherlands that were particularly cool, but the trips out west were entirely for me and they were the most fun.
  4. I went on a few adventures including some altogether new activities for me and also some old ones that I’ve enjoyed before.  White water rafting, kayaking, mountain climbing, bicycling, hiking and camping. It was a very active and outdoorsy sort of year.
  5. I started dating again after being “off the market” for over two years. In the process I got to spend time with two really special women, one of whom I learned an awful lot from. Making the most of life every day is not something I’m sure I ever witnessed before having that relationship. I won’t deny it – the end of that relationship was a huge disappointment, but I am very grateful that we had the time that we did. I came out of those six months a different and better person and that’s no exaggeration. Despite the disappointment I feel confident that an even better is in store for me sometime in the future.
  6. I got some very special “dad time” with my little girl this year. We started 2008 with her visiting me in Dallas and doing some neat touristy stuff here and in Fort Worth. We went hiking in Cloudland Canyon in north Georgia, on a long field trip with her fourth grade class in south Georgia, a two week vacation at the beach in South Carolina, a couple of home games at Georgia Tech and a bunch of other smaller activities. It’s hard to beat being a dad to such a great little ten year old.
  7. I became much more physically active. Whether it’s been recreational stuff like hiking and biking or just plain working out, I’ve pushed myself way harder than ever before and found that I greatly enjoy it. It was truly a breakthrough – frankly opening up a whole new look on life. I’ve lost about 6-7 pounds now (I figure I’m “halfway there” at this point) and I have every intention of finishing 2009 in much better shape than I’m starting it. And the process is going to be fun and rewarding, which is really cool.
  8. At a time when a tragically large number of people have lost their jobs, I’ve been given the opportunity to show what more I can do for my employer and win a promotion. It’s a big investment of trust on their part and I feel both humbled and honored. Despite the uncertainty that we all continue to face in today’s times I should and do feel thankful for where I find myself professionally at the start of the New Year.

So…. I can’t look back on all of that and think of it as being anything other than a really full and positive year.

Here’s to an even better one in 2009!