Category Archives: Personal

What I Believe

I was tagged by Collateral Damage for a silly blog meme game, and if I don’t respond (and send to five new victims) then the stock market will crash or the world will end or something. So here’s what I believe:

  1. That people are too easily led to believe in things they don’t really believe in (the lemming theory, aka presidential politics).
  2. That God’s teachings are much more relevant when they’re found within the context of our lives than in any book written by humans centuries ago.
  3. That there’s no better feeling than watching your kids succeed at something (anything) they’ve worked hard to achieve.
  4. In the healing power of laughter (except for knee injuries).
  5. I wish for 3 more wishes <oops, wrong game>
  6. In the Red Sox.

OK, so now to share the misery with others. I tag noted non-believer Albert, plus Derek, Bruce, Tracy, and Real Dan.

Powerless

I was travel-challenged this week. First, I left my phone adapter at home for my trip to Milwaukee, so my mobile died on day 2. Then, I left my laptop power cord at the client site, which combined with the 30-minute capacity of my Vaio battery left me very unproductive on the flight home. Losing your cell phone and your laptop capabilities in the same day is very humbling; I was instantly antsy at my inability to connect, to log in, to download. I was reduced to a passive state, reading a newspaper and wondering what was happening that I wasn’t aware of. Troubling.

A Blog Is a Terrible Thing to Waste

Apologies to my small but loyal readership for my horrific drop-off of posts to this space. My editorial consulting biz has been hurtling along at about 150% capacity since September, and I recently added a new twist (literally) by tearing the ACL in my right knee, which knocked my productivity for a loop. (Those of you expecting an adventurous tale of derring-do or sports-related heroics regarding the injury will be sadly disappointed: I blew out the knee scrimmaging with my daughter’s U-12 soccer team.)

You’d think I’d have quite a stockpile of blog ideas after blowing it off for so long, but that’s not the case. I’ve been staring at my home page off an on for days with no fresh ideas on what to write about, just an increasing sense of frustration over the moldy headlines. Seems like I need to retrain myself to blog, just like I’ll be retraining my knee to act like a knee again.

All in all, very frustrating. Part of the draw for starting my own business was so I could tend to things like this blog without the weight of a corporate job dragging me down. Now I’ve overextended myself to the point where I can’t spend the time focusing on the things that are important to me and my business (beyond paying the bills). May be time for a reset. Or maybe it’s just the meds talking!

Sights and Sounds of Washington National

Interesting day at the airport. The US Air self-service kiosks didn’t allow me to check myself in, so I stood in line for a half-hour to speak to an agent. Got to the agent, said the kiosk didn’t work for me, and she asked (without looking up, of course), “Why not?” (I’m pretty sure she was joking).

Next, security. Another half-hour wait. At 1:15 pm, feeling a little dizzy, I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything yet today.

Through security, time to find some grub. Stood in line at a sandwich kiosk. Grabbed a tuna sandwich, a bag of Route 11 Salty & Spicy Potato Chips (highly recommended) and a Poland Spring. I put my items on the counter, and the check-out clerk writes the price for each on a piece of paper as the manager/owner stands next to her, frantically imploring to someone on the other end of his cell phone, “Please reboot the server!” This is not good. The math-challenged server pauses and stares for a few seconds at the numbers she has written on her pad, before tallying the first column:

$7.28
$2.17
$2.17
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       6

That’s as far as she gets, and now seems stuck. The line behind me grows. The manager is poking his clerk in the arm and pointing to the handheld calculator next to her writing pad. She ignores him. I hand the woman $15 and say, “How about we say $12 and call it even?” She seems to like this idea, and gives me $3.

At the gate across from me, a US Air agent has taken on the role of carnival barker to convince three passengers to bump to accommodate their oversold status. “Step right up, we need three volunteers to give up their seats, better incentives than ever before and a great weekend in DC!” No takers.

The airline just paged Thomas Edison.

Balloon Festival

My wife Kathy and I ditched the kids with my brother and sister-in-law last week to celebrate our 20th anniversary. We spent two nights at the Stoweflake in Stowe, Vt., better known as a ski town but a semi-interesting summer destination as well. Best part (other than being by ourselves for two full days) was the balloon festival, held on the Stoweflake grounds. I haven’t been around so much hot air since I worked for McKinsey (rim shot).

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Back to work tomorrow.