Meh

Posted: 13th April 2013 by Rod Stallings in Commentary, Humor

goldfishYou will notice I have changed the template for the blog site. While I will always love the look of the old template, I felt that I needed to update the look.

I have turned on comments again so your feedback is appreciated; let me know what you think of the new layout. There will be a delay on comments as I still have to weed out all the Bot spam mail from the actual responses. So give it a try.

Looking through all of the Word Press templates, I found that I was a bit “Meh” about most of them. I wanted something new and a bit edgy, but I may have gone overboard. This template may be too “street-punk” for my style.

To be honest, I have gotten a bit “Meh” about a lot of what I come across on the interwebs.

I was in a leadership class and was asked the following question;

Research has found that continual or habitual use of the internet has caused a reduction in average attention span. This situation has resulted in an average attention span reduction to;

  1. 1.       15 minutes
  2. 2.       1 minute
  3. 3.       30 seconds
  4. 4.       9 seconds

I picked one minute. The correct answer is 9 seconds!

9 Seconds. If this is you, it has put your attention span equal to that of a Gold Fish.

If a site does not immediately catch and hold our attention, we cannot be expected to actually take the time to see if there is actual content available. It’s all about flash and immediate gratification. God forbid we actually have to take the time to delve into a something to gain … wait … knowledge. Or maybe, if we really internalize some of what we read, maybe, just maybe, true wisdom.

I think that is why the term “Meh” has gained popularity; because it’s just too exhausting to say something like “whatever”. I mean, really, that’s like three syllables.

I am exhausted just thinking “whatever”. No, wait, not exhausted. It just gave me tired-head.

But then, I am over it already due to my reduced attention span.

Of course it’s only guys like me who write that, any longer, actually spell things out. Stringing sentences together into something that we hope is both intelligible and possibly even interesting.

I m3an, rlly. U dnt evn hve 2 spnd a lot of tme wth all th rqerd ltrs ny moar.

…and if you text much at all, you read that last line without skipping a beat. Of course this is not new news, because;

“Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn’t mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteers be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.”

 
Our brain is an amazing thing. It simply rearranges the letters and fills in the gaps. This is obviously why we now have a secondary language that has emerged from the world of text.

However, you all have such short attention spans that you can’t seem to focus on the importance of … oh, I don’t know … driving maybe, to put your phone down and watch what is going on around you instead of texting.

Let me clue you into a fact. While our brain is an amazing device, what it is attached to is not all that amazing. If you think you are multitasking, there is scientific evidence that you are not. No! What you are doing is TRYING to do two things at once. And while the brain is a stupendous machine and can commutate massive volumes of data input. The nub that is wrapped around it can effectively focus on ONE thing at a time. You might do a lot of things end to end, but you can really only do one thing effectively at a time.

So, next time you are cruising along texting “Meh” to your friend about his/her latest amazing Twitter update. Consider that your head just disengaged from the world around you. My advice to fixing all of this;

PUT THE FREAKIN PHONE DOWN!

Dude

Posted: 11th April 2013 by Rod Stallings in Commentary

Ok, it has been far too long since I have posted an update. I actually had a reader send me a note about it. So, for those of you who do follow this blog site, I apologize for my absence. I had planned after the first of the year to be more regular, but changing roles at work have caused me to be heavily focused there. Thank you for those who do still follow along, I am humbled by your presence.

So, I have been noticing something of late. Well, that is not exactly true. What I have been noticing has been around forever really. It has gone by different names, some flattering, most not so much so. My favorite older version was “Dandy”. Today, it’s “Dude”.

Now I am not talking “Dude” the adjective. As in, “Dude, did you see that!”

Or the explanative, “Dude, seriously!?”

Or the question, “Dude?”

Or the greeting, “Duuuude.”

No, I am talking about the descriptive, “Look at that Dude!” or “Yea, he’s a Dude”.

This form of Dude goes more back to the original, as in Dandy. It’s a look. It can even be part of a look. Like in, “Dude’s got Dude hair”, “Dude shirt”, “Dude jeans” or “Dude shades”.

This has been popularized in many of the reality shows of which I cannot name without some possible copy wright or other infringement.

My problem is not that there is not a place for this. There has always been an age when one can, in some way, acceptably pull of the Dude look. Mostly you can probably do this in your mid to late twenties through your early thirties. Once you get to thirty five, you need to have your look down … and the Dude look isn’t it!

My problem is with how many guys who are far too old trying to pull this off.

If you are beyond 35 and have a pair of jeans with a large cross stitched on the back pocket – sell them.

If you are beyond 35 and you have a shirt (typically white shirt with black stitching, or black shirt with white stitching) with same said cross stitched diagonally across the back, or over one shoulder, or at an odd angle somewhere else – sell it.

If you are beyond 35 and you are still using gel to spike the front of your hair or making it into a ridgeback – get a haircut like a real man and let your woman use hair products.

Yea, I know, I am old and getting set in my ways. My jeans are made by Wrangler (typically) and most of my shirts have a Harley logo on them. But, I mean, really. Dude, seriously!

Now, on that Harley shirt note. If the Dudes out there want to point back and say, “Yea, well, it’s not like that Harley t-shirt stretched across yawls’ bellies is a fashion statement”. Ok, I have to admit you got us on that one.

In fact I will get on that band wagon. I mean, it’s bad. They call it “pot belly” for a reason. Listen, guys. Stop! Go on a diet. Set the beer down, push away from the table. You are risking heart disease and diabetes, and God knows you have not seen your belt buckle in ages! It’s not a prop for that gut.

And to the Dudes out there, find a new style. That one is … just … bad.

(to my wife and the English teachers out there, forgive my misuse of the terms above – I know, technically, Dude should be a noun. But its not!)

Slowdown & Listen

Posted: 25th January 2013 by Rod Stallings in Commentary, Religious/Spiritual

So over the holidays I was mucking about and had to run by a local jeweler to check on a watch band I had ordered some time ago that looked like it was not going to be available. To be honest due to the amount of time I am typing on a keyboard I had become highly frustrated with anything on my wrist and had gotten into the practice of just taking my watch off while on the computer.

While there I was browsing about and ran across a case with an impressive number of pocket watches. After some discussion with the jeweler about them I selected a beautiful 1908 Elgin pocket watch, chain and holder.

Each morning now I get up, get ready for my day and then sit down to wind the Elgin for its next 24 hours of duty. I am amazed that this seeming relic from the past works with such precision after 105 years.

I found an interesting byproduct of my new watch and my new daily routine. It makes me stop. It gives me pause to consider, unlike this old pocket watch, I most likely won’t see 105 years of service. It makes me cognizant of the fact, as I have said before, I probably have less ticks on this watch left than the seconds that have already passed. This makes me, more than ever, want to make the most of those seconds. Fill them with happiness and good memories and not linger on anything that does not bring me joy.

Not long after I was reading one of my favorite writers, James Martin, SJ, and came across this;

“We are gradually losing the art of silence. Of walking down the street lost in our own thoughts. Of closing the door to our rooms and being quiet. Of sitting on a park bench and just thinking. We may fear silence because we fear what we might hear from the deepest parts of ourselves. We may be afraid to hear that “still small” voice. What might it say? What might it ask us to change? We may have to disconnect in order to connect.”

I would take Father Martin’s comments one step further, as we must first slow down to allow ourselves to actually be silent.

We have lost the art of both slowing down the clock and being silent, listening to what not only God has to say to us but taking the time to savor a moment. To listen to what the mechanism of our daily lives and bodies are telling us about how we are living. Like the precision of my hundred year old watch, our lives are a finely tuned matching of gears that all must work in sibilance to one another or we lose time or possibly even stop working altogether.

How often in one’s life do things seem to be sprung and out of control? Either our watch running too fast or to slow, yet we have no idea how to get it back in time, so we either press harder doing more or burn in frustration unsure of what to do?

I think back on my life and realize the moments I have missed in life. How I sped through the first part of my life focused so much upon my career and not nearly enough upon my new family. It’s not that I missed important times so much as I did not allow more of them to happen.  I now can see through the filter of time not the missed moments so much as the lost moments. The places I wish I had gone and the experiences I wish I had shared with my family and friends. Yes, it is not too late for these things to still happen, and I thank God for that, however, even now it requires that I actually take the time and make them happen.  For someone who still moves at a brisk pace in life this requires both insight and effort.

I must stop and listen to what God and life is telling me. Accept the wisdom of those elements of the mechanism of my life so that I keep my watch in good working order. Each part of my life free of debris, meshed and oiled so that it ticks along as God intended.

Setting the pace of each day so that we recognize, much like the passing of seconds on a watch, the passing of seasons. Not just the actual passing of seasons (although that too is important if we are to recognize the movement of our lives), but seasons as they exist in one’s life. The gradual movement from Spring, to Summer and now as I move into the Fall of my life with a focus on keeping Winter at bay (though as white as the snow is on my head some would say that it’s an early frost).

I see now the passage of time in a very different way than do my children. To them it is endless, for me it is counted. Not counted in a fearful way, wanting to slow the inevitability of what is to come; but counted, as I have said, so that I might make the most of each moment left. Listening to what new adventure God might have in store for me. Ready to take that step into what I may not know.

It is interesting how something as simple as a pocket watch can make you realize so much about your life.