End your programming, do things that matter.
There is nothing like coming in with information after the fact. Memorial Day is classic for the grill and sauces go hand in hand with that. Today, I go around the world with sauces.
End Your Programming Routine: I am keeping it brief because all the content is in the podcast. That being said, the programming is that making sauces are relatively simple. You can do it. Just like 40 years ago, there was no such thing as a bottled salad dressing; today no one knows how to make them. You can do it.
My best description of today is honoring those that died in service of our country. We are not thanking veterans or first responders and we are not parroting “Freedom is not free”. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_military_casualties_of_war
Imagine that we were farmers and we all plant the same crop. We have the same costs and we all work sun up to sun down all spring and summer. Yet when it comes harvest time, I harvest and sell my crop and you inexplicably abandon the field. As a result I prosper for that year and you starve and die.
We wouldn’t honor that person as a farming hero who died in the career of feeding the world. We would likely say he is a fool who died as a result of his lack of farming efforts. It is not what you do to get to the end point but what you do with it that is honorable.
It would be admirable if I ploughed your field, bought your seed, tended your crops and harvested your bounty. What if after all of that, I died in a farming accident and you then just leave the crop to waste? After that, you then turn around and say ‘I know that this is prime farming ground, this crop has an infinite return and is necessary for a happy and healthy life but instead of farming it, I am going to build a shopping mall here’.
Those actions are not honoring my farming and human efforts, they are doing the opposite. Sure, I defend your freedom of choice to do what you want when you want. We cannot in the same voice then claim that death in farming is a sacred result because it is dangerous, necessary and for the better good. Culture is result of practicing traditions, consistently with a common understanding.
The holiday is not to connect service death to platitudes. It actually to honor people that died rather senselessly. I would ask what is sadder: a person that died prematurely or died prematurely as a result of a higher cause? It is natural for us to invent significance to justify the occurrence. That is why we label it the ultimate sacrifice because it helps quell the doubt of the result.
The reported stance is that military service is required to defend the state and by proxy of the state existing we have the illusion of freedom. The implication is no state/no freedom. For instance, if communism succeeded in southern Asia, then it could advance here and we would loose our country as it were and therefore freedom.
End Your Programming Routine: Not only is that what Memorial Day has become but our actions don’t respect the freedom that we proport to be so thankful for. What are you doing with your freedom? Are you buying a permit for that summer building project or to hold a garage sale, are you complaining to the police about you neighbor’s party or are you scheming because your neighbor’s grass is too tall or house is painted in an unapproved color? To embrace the true ultimate sacrifice, we need need to embrace the true concept of freedom.
My theme is summer now. While we are still about a month from the technical beginning of summer, we have had two weeks of consistent summerlike weather. That being said, a short book is in order because I find myself with more things to do than time to do them. While I have waffled a bit on whether I should do one chapter a week or more, if I can find enough to write about the book fits my pace of the season.
Some of the older boys decide that they are going to build a signal fire so that they increase their chance of rescue. They manage to start a fire using Piggy’s glasses but soon the fire rages beyond the intended limits and now the forest is on fire. One of the unnamed younger kids is apparently missing and the fear is that he was trapped by the fire that they started.
This book is allegedly a commentary on society and human nature. So while it is a smart move to figure out some sort of signaling fire, the reckless or immature nature of twelve year old kids are at play. Essentially, we have preteens building or rebuilding society in this book. It is interesting because I have observed this behavior firsthand in the last couple of years. Which I will talk about further.
In one example, my older son has been in Boy Scouts since the fifth grade. They cross over into Boy Scouts from Cub Scouts late in the fifth grade year (about this time of year). They are immediately thrust into a youth organization that spans ages from about 12-18. Here is what I have observed.
About a third of the kids never make the transition. Scouts becomes something that is not cool and 6th grade is all about fitting in. I think that it is also intimidating to be a grade schooler with high schoolers. Of those there is a second group.
Of the group that goes, about about fifty percent of those attend through middle school. What I have observed is that if they continue with participation and rank advancement, they will probably go all the way. The ones that don’t make it are ones with spotty attendance to meetings and events. It is pretty rare to see a kid participate all the way into adulthood and not make the Eagle rank.
High school is the typical splitting point. I think that it is competition between sports and school activities and commitment to Boy Scouts. If the individual is not vested in rank advancement and is conflicted with other activities, Boy Scouts usually lose. The other side of that coin is that those that are vested, work Boy Scouts into the other activities. So, they might be ‘out’ for football but come back when they can or when the season is over.
My point with all this is that to observe twelve year old kids in a quasi-survival situation or leadership role is pretty enlightening. It could be that back in the 1950s when this book was written, younger kids were more responsible because they had to be. I don’t know, I wasn’t there. I suspect that what has changed is society.
I am not going to get into another gun control debate here but I think it is a perfect example for what I want to say. The number of accidental deaths with firearms is at record lows. I attribute that to a greater awareness of safety and a changed culture. While I would opine for the days you could have a firearm in the gun rack at school, there is no doubt that the movement to keep them locked up at home has had an impact on safety.
I have heard countless stories of ‘I used to hunt on the way home from school’ or ‘I ran a trap line before school’. That was normal, but so were accidents. Now, I don’t mean to say that it was prevalent, but that it was an acceptable fact of life that there were a higher rate of accidents. The culture change of accidents being unacceptable is what has driven the policies and therefore the results.
What I mean to say with all of this is that of course twelve year old’s set the forest on fire. They are not mature enough to think far enough into all of the possible risks and mitigation plans. This is why wisdom is so valuable because it is the experience that teaches us and makes us better. It is also why we as parents need to let our kids fail (safely). Kids will be a lot better served if they start learning as soon as possible and parents that solve all the problems before they occur are doing no favors.
End Your Programming Routine: This is one of the hardest things to do as a parent, letting your kids fail. My son that I referenced earlier got straight As his second semester as a sophomore. His first semester as a Junior, we backed off completely and he got Bs, Cs and an F. It kills me that he is capable but he has to learn it himself. He is one year away from being independent and I just don’t think that he achieve academic success alone at this time. It’s OK that he is not college material, I am not judging that. I just don’t want him to waste his money on something that seems improbable at this point. Yet again, that is something that he will have to decide and learn.
Thirty years ago at this time, the word had a different meaning. I was in my last weeks of high school and looking forward to new adventures. I was ready to get my life started which meant starting college after summer break. It was time to move on.
I remember running track and counting the days of school left. Everything seemed so pointless to keep marking the days until graduation. Everybody knew that the brakes were off at school. I had no illusions of placing at districts and track wasn’t going anywhere. I had nothing left to prove just wait my time.
I never really had any close bonds in my graduating class. Consequently, with my aversion to social media I never really kept up with anybody. I just realized that this is my thirty year reunion. I didn’t give ten or twenty years a thought, probably wont with this either since my position is still the same and it falls on my wife’s birthday. But it does say something, time is marching on.
Today, Senioritis might have a different meaning. I have a son that will be a senior next school year. My younger son is going to be gone all year on exchange to Taiwan. When he comes back, he will also be a senior. To be honest, I am looking forward to the their transition’s into adulthood.
It would be no secret to those that know me that my wife and I have different ideas about parenting. These high school years have been very hard on those differences. There has been conflict between us like never before and it is all because I feel strongly one way and she does the other. I won’t delve deep into the psychology or details of it but I will say that I am ready for the calm.
This isn’t about right or wrong. I can definitely see her side of things but it doesn’t mean that I am going to agree with it. To be clear, I am not saying that I want them to fly the coop and never to be seen again. No, but I am tired of cleaning up after them, yelling about the same things day after day, trying to reason with attitude and be the peacemaker between them. It is time to grow up.
I am treading a little bit dangerous here because I don’t want to go too deep into our relationship. But, I think it is safe to say that my wife wants to hold on as long as possible. I on the other hand am ready for them to experience real life lessons in the safest possible fashion. Money doesn’t grow on trees so when you break your phone or need to pay for car insurance plus rent plus food plus hundreds of dollars in ‘school clothes’ that doesn’t come easily or without sacrifice.
I am already funding two open ended airplane tickets abroad this summer, plus my wife is going on a three week trip to Europe as well. Now one of my son’s is asking to go on a one week trip to a high school trip across the country. What ever happened to pooling gas money together to get a ride to the next town? We have the money for all of that but I do remember those days of bribing rides by paying extra gas money. I think that was a rite of passage and character building. You didn’t take experiences for granted.
My new definition of Senioritis is moving into the post child rearing years. I do not really want to get old, but it beats the alternative. My kids will find their own balance. I don’t think that it will be what they currently think it is. And that is OK, it is part of the process. We will still be there to support them, we just won’t be or feel responsible for them.
I would love to say that I can see retirement on the radar. When I was graduating High School, there were people in their early 50s that were retiring. For me, that is only two to seven years. I can say this, that isn’t going to happen. It is more likely that I will work until I cant then to have a bunch of years in the retirement zone. Knowing that, it is imperative to get the most out of remaining years while health is still intact and everything seems so far away to improbable.
Recently, I find myself looking at small RVs and boats so that we can get out to fish on the weekend and get back to work during the week. That is likely going to be the flavor of my coming golden years. We are already talking about and looking at houses to move. Part of it is downsizing and part of it is to get out of here. I am feeling closed in in this town and state. My wife wants to move for different reasons but for both of us, they hinge on the kids becoming adults and making steps toward their own lives.
End Your Programming Routine: It bears repeating that I love this time of year. I love the hope that graduation represents. Many people like the winter holidays but I would argue that it is school ending is where everybody is happy and summer is just starting. Not only is there accomplishment from the year that was completed but there is a seemingly endless break before starting the next thing. It is exciting. It may seem like I was complaining but really I was expressing the factors that are pushing me to be ready for a change. I am ready to start my life (again) and I want to do it before I am too old to enjoy it.
Sometimes you get surprised by things. I was pretty blasé about another cookbook as our April book club choice. That being said, cooking in skillets fits my life. It is easy clean-up and simple construction of recipes and techniques. In the last six weeks I have made four or five recipes and it is growing on me.
Shown above is a Cuban pork chop. By the way, I think that my picture looks much better than the one in the book. We like to vary what we make and eat from day to day. Sometimes I just take something out of the freezer just to have something defrosted without knowing exactly what I am going to do with it. This happened to be the result.
Within Milk Street: The World in a Skillet, there are several pork chop recipes. The other one was a Chinese version. I chose this one because all I needed was cilantro, we had all the rest of the ingredients and time is always a factor on weeknights. I really do want to try the other recipe some day. That one also had cilantro but some additional peppers, including Sichuan which I don’t have or know if the they are in our local store. I might be inclined to skip or even substitute but I on that night, I just wanted dinner going.
The other reason this book fits our lives is that we eat the world. Friday night we had Mexican, Saturday we ate from food trucks (I had Bahn mi) that inspired me to make pho on Sunday. Earlier in the week we had round steak with gravy over mashed potatoes. I would say on any given week we have Latin, Asian and American but I also love Indian and just good food.
As I have said with other cookbooks that some of them just don’t fit me. If they are seasonally oriented and we don’t have alignment in the season or the fair doesn’t excite me, like salads the book will slip to the bottom of the pile. This one seems to speak to me based on the composition and techniques.
I also like that there is an index by main ingredient. So, I can look at pork and see the fifteen different recipes that are listed. I often use this technique on the internet as well. I search “recipes for round steak”. And sometimes I also use “quick” or “easy” as well. I works fine, but there is satisfaction on using a resource that you paid money for like a cookbook.
I also find that many recipes are very similar on the internet. They might be named differently or the picture looks different but they are often duplicates of the same things. I guess that is why they are in the common domain. I find that often cookbooks go deeper into the subject matter and are more unique. That is what you are paying for.
This is not to mention that I have a hard time trusting internet recipes unless they are pretty basic, particularly the timing. I find Food Network recipes to be particularly poor at this and very often it is 3x to 4x the overall time. I am not sure that all of these celebrity chefs are really in touch with reality on such things and I think that they are more concerned about content generation than content accuracy.
The other thing that drives me crazy is all the crap you have to wade through to get to the recipe. So many of the blogs talk about how to select the cut of meat or the history of ingredients and I have to search around for the oven temperature or the list of ingredients. It makes it difficult to decide to execute the recipe without going through the entire article to find if you want to do it.
End Your Programming Routine: My wife gets on me for her perception of me complicating dinner. I think that if I do the planning, cooking and finish in a reasonable time why does it matter? Continuing to work on the craft with challenges and new ideas makes me better altogether. The overall time was listed at 40 minutes and I don’t think that it was much over that. Plus, it got good reviews from the eaters. I think it was a win on multiple fronts.
No, not that kind of transition… It’s sad to say that when I now hear this word I think the meaning has changed. I am sure that it is just me, but transitioning seems so pervasive these days I just can’t help going there. We are in transition of season, school year, activities, projects, etc. For me, I have all these things going on.
I often find that after I am pushing to meet a goal, if I don’t pay attention, transition becomes the status quo. Or said differently, if I don’t have a project lined up when I finish one, I will languish in this post project stupor. For instance, it feels like I have just finished my sofa table. In relative terms I did considering it took years to complete. But, the reality was that this was now months ago.
I have a real need. The flashing around my front window is leaking and it means that I need to remove 75% of the siding. I am worried that if I don’t address it soon that there could be real damage to the structure. It has already been leaking for eight years. I have tried some remediation efforts but they have only lasted for a season, so now it is time to fix it permanently.
The best time to do that is now, between May and October. I have the light and the dry weather but this is going to be a big project (for me). Ideally, I would rent scaffolding and I think it will be a couple of weeks (straight through). But I am dragging my feet because we have to finish the school year an exchange student on the way, kids going on exchange and my wife going to Europe. This is not to mention that we have a 25th anniversary party coming up in June.
It is probably something I should consider hiring out given that it doesn’t feel like I have time to do it. That is a whole job in and of itself. So, I am stuck in this transition malaise. In the mean time, I don’t want to completely focus on problems but on solutions. I am going to talk about what I do in those periods.
Clean-Up: Inevitably, while focusing on a project I have all kinds of ‘I will put that away later’ moments. This also extends to other areas of the house, not just my project spaces. I get focus and I prioritize the project work over everything else. This is also to say that if I am working in the shop the broom and vacuum come out for a deep, finishing clean. I certainly don’t do that while I am working. But it could also be site clean-up by picking up rotten wood, off-cuts, shingle pieces, garbage or whatever.
Maintenance: If I can see the finish line, I get super motivated to go there. This then give me the propensity to defer certain items. I recently realized that it had been 18 months since my last oil change in the pick-up. I fixed that. I have another vehicle that needs one too. I replaced the sprinkler that was broken last summer and caused me to shut of the irrigation early. This is also a good time to get things done before starting a new project. So, preventative maintenance.
Exploration: Once I complete something, then I feel like I have earned the chance to do kick-back a little bit. Doing a few of the ‘I like to try that someday’ feels like a reward without the guilt of ‘I should be doing something else’. This is exactly why I keep telling myself that I want to try to find this fishing hole lately. But it is also me wanting to try having on keg on tap and one waiting to see if only having one tap is adequate.
Rest: I am the last one to really preach rest. Rest can drive me stir crazy and I prefer exploration to rest. That being said, finishing that lagging book, taking a day trip to the beach, a weekend movie or family activities at the expense of other things comprise rest for me. I suppose rest is also not planning or thinking about the next thing while in transition.
End Your Programming Routine: What I have always wanted was to be real and honest. I don’t want to make myself seem better than I really am. I would say that I probably don’t have the right answer to any question, but I probably have an answer. For some reason, my brain is programmed to continuously push for more things checked off my list and that is what motivates me. But, making downtime productive can also be rewarding as well.
I am still fighting through my recovery with life. So, I resurrected something that I originally wrote for Polymath Daily, the version 0 of altf4.co. At the time, I was going to batch up a bunch of outlines so that I could stay way ahead of my podcasting. This was before I sort of found my mojo with altf4.co and I was trying to figure out what I wanted to be.
End Your Programming Routine: As the days move by and we zoom into summer, I am hoping that this funk will pass. I suppose that it is not so much funk, but life so busy that it makes it hard for me to dedicate time to this endeavor. Just like Nemo, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming” and it will be a safe place before we know it. I am going to hang in there, I hope that you do too.
We have come to a new book. It also happens to be one that I have never read. It also happens to be a book that shows up on the lists ‘If you like 1984, Atlas Shrugged, etc.’ Given that I have never read it, it is deemed a classic and it fits in this genre, it is my next pick for book review.
This is another reasonably short book. As of right now, I am going to take it a chapter at a time. This means that this review will last into the middle of the summer. Once again, I may change my mind if it seems like chapters go together or are really short. To make that decision, you really have either know the book or have pre-read well ahead. Of course, I have done neither at this point but I reserve the right to change my mind as we go along.
While I haven’t read the book, it is a story line that is familiar in our culture. That being said, there are also several movies on the book that I haven’t seen either. We will see if what I think I know holds up when we get through the book. As I was trying to figure out how to break up the book, I ran across this video which I think fits here.
The reason that this story fits into the dystopian genre is that apparently there is a nuclear war that has begun. For some reason, there are a whole plane load of children that get shot down over a deserted island. As we have it, no adults survived the crash and (so far) there is no mention of the wreckage or any assets related to the airplane. Apparently, most of the kids do not know each other and so this is the beginning of the story.
To me, this chapter speaks to or more aptly against the lone wolf theory. Let me explain. The lone wolf is a predominant idea in preparedness circles. It is one individual stocking up on supplies in the event that something happens. That individual plans on taking on the event solo; not sharing supplies or working with other individuals for survival or rebuilding. This has more to do with the lone wolf being ridiculed or ostracized for their beliefs and habits and so the attitude is anti-social.
Now, of the people that I have met with this mindset, there often is a reason that they become a lone wolf. A lot of people would characterize this as tin-foil hatters. The other reason is that they use poor rhetoric when trying to persuade others to their beliefs and tend to be abrasive or secretive to boot.
I have some of those tendencies as well. I hate social media, I keep people at a distance, I have some semi-radical ideas and I would rather be home than out and about for dinner or other activities. That being said, I understand that humans are social creatures and if there was some sort of rebuilding event, we need each other to successfully do that task.
In the book, the first thing that happens is the primary characters Ralph and Piggy find a conch shell to blow on it and make noise, like a horn. This sound brings all of the survivors to the sound and they immediately begin to organize. Leaders are elected and roles are created.
This of course goes against my anarchist tendencies. That being said, in a critical situation it makes a lot of sense for voluntary association to solve an acute problem. And for that kind of situation, I am all for a temporary association. Said better, they need each other and to take advantage of the strengths that each person can bring to the table for the common goal of survival and getting discovered for rescue.
The problem of course is that these things run their course and then you end up with sociopaths seeking power and attempting to maintain it when the situation does not warrant it. The leads to arbitrary or self-serving rules that enhance power and control. I often find leadership needs change as the situation evolves. The people that immediately get elected/appointed are the charismatic ones, not necessarily the ones that are ultimately the best leaders.
End Your Programming Routine: I have a theory that there are people good at starting things and those people are usually not the best at running them. It is the difference between entrepreneurial and work a job mindset. That being said, it is natural for people to organize in a social setting, especially for crisis situations. The book is already living up to it’s premise, this is a reflection of society.
Living on Main Street which is also an Oregon state highway, we occasionally get some accidents. The last bad one we had was Labor Day 2019. I remember this because it was the day before school started and several children were in the car. The person in one of the cars had to be extracted.
My neighbor is a former deputy sheriff and if they are home, they are running a police scanner. We do get a lot of sirens that come down Main Street so I can usually tell the kind of event it is by the types and numbers of vehicles that pass. There are certain trucks for vehicle crashes and different ones for fire. Occasionally I will ask him what is happening, especially if there is both police and fire involved.
Last night, I was reading the local paper and my wife was fiddling around with the TV. She kept asking me questions about what applications we needed to keep cache and we were discussing the value of why these applications were collecting data in the first place. I was looking out the window and I saw a flash.
I yelled “Holy shit, call 911. I just saw someone hit by a car”. This is the order of events. I saw a body flipping over a red car (in the forefront) while almost simultaneously a crunching thud and then a short car horn. My first thought was why would someone honk after the person got hit? My wife ran outside and as she was doing so she said “get the first aid kit”.
Trying to process all the things going on I ran into the bathroom. I was looking at band aids and spare toothbrushes thinking none of this is going to help. Meanwhile, I called 911 since my wife ran out the door and was talking with the operator so I was less focused on finding first aid and more on answering the questions.
After the short conversation I grabbed some tape and what I thought were square bandages. I later realized that it was a box of alcohol wipes when I went to put them away. I felt completely inadequate and left the stuff on the dining room table to go outside to see if there was anything better to do. My wife wanted a space blanket so I went to go get that hoping the ambulance would be there soon.
We live about half a mile from the fire station and we have occasionally have called 911. Usually, the service is pretty fast. But, the ten minutes that it took was an eternity. The kid that was hit was a teenager, he was in my son’s grade school class so we recognized him. It looked like a broken arm and leg, at least it was not worse.
Apparently, he was crossing the crosswalk (white pickup to the left) and the driver didn’t see him. Since I didn’t see the entire event, I speculate that the farther red car had stopped and the pedestrian started walking. By the time it was all over, the victim ended up just to the left of the red cars.
I could go on and on but the morale of the story is that I felt completely unprepared and useless. I probably should have a trauma kit by the front door with things appropriate like gloves, space blankets, quick clot, medical tape etc. I think that if I was confident I could respond appropriately, I wouldn’t waffle around looking to be helpful because I wasted all of my initiative trying to figure out what was useful.
End Your Programming Routine: One time I was first on the scene when a co-worker cut his fingers off on the table saw. I didn’t handle that situation very well either. But, I like to think that I learned a lot of things I would do differently for the next time and feel a lot more confident about how I would conduct myself. Fortunately, there has not been a next time. Let’s hope that this is the only time I witness a pedestrian tumbling over a car. But, I will do better if it happens again.
I think that this is circumstantial more so than the new state of being but I may not get to post Wednesday or Thursday. When I talked about Hair on Fire in late April, I wasn’t kidding. We had so many things on the schedule last week that even eating fast food was at 8PM and I left work early Wednesday through Friday.
It doesn’t mean that I am not doing stuff, I am here and there. I did manage to get a little reloading done mostly in 15 minute increments. I also swapped out a faulty sprinkler head that I put off last summer. If you remember my major project was re-siding the south side of the garage. I had the sprinkler off for a lot of that and then when I turned it on, I had a geyser.
I am still cleaning up after the Mother’s Day party on Saturday. You see, I don’t always start and complete one project in a single line. I had to organize the pantry in order to fit the leftovers back in. While the coolers are drying out, I am going to put those away and with that I am going to do some keg prep. I have 15 gallons of beer that are almost ready for serving.
If it is not clear, those things are all related. One trip to take stuff to the basement yields another trip out with stuff for the next phase. My wife thinks I never get anything done. But she doesn’t realize my effectiveness of movement. It appears like I am starting something new without finishing the last thing. To me, it is all a very calculated order of operations.
That being said, I have been super busy but yes I have been doing things. What I haven’t been doing is taking photos or thinking about what to write about. I haven’t been stubbing out articles and I need that planning so that I can write when I get a chance. It is what frees me up to work within my schedule.
End Your Programming Routine: Part of why I started with the warning is I don’t know what topics I might write about this week. I think that if I did, then I probably would get it done. As I eluded, I am continuing to do small things here and there, this is what leads me to the conclusion that I am out of gas. Don’t fear, I love doing this I just probably need a short break as things are starting to clear up on my schedule.
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