
My mother found the top picture of me at age 25 and gave it to me this Christmas. I was astounded at my son's likeness to me; that's him in the lower picture at age 22.
Stuff I think about
The Today Show had a story this morning about a Belfast Medical team that had developed a treatment for men who suffer from premature climax. It was an interesting story and the evidence shows that the treatment has, and will, help countless couples, but I don't believe that men "suffer" from this condition. I think the women in their lives suffer, not them.
Companies measure their potential for growth by evaluating their Earnings to Assets (E/A) ratio. This ratio gives them a measure of how much of the money they spend on expansion comes from their profits or from borrowing. Growth cannot be sustained with excessive borrowing so the higher this value is, the better.
A lot of news shows like to showcase what we fondly call "adventure vacations", where people get some restorative benefit by risking their lives involved in dangerous activities. Today on Weeked Today I saw a story about a company that sells week long vacations where you "swim with sharks". In good journalistic style they tempered the positive aspects of this activity by reporting about a guy who bled to death after being bit. Personally, driving to work everyday is dangerous enough for me.
Young people today..............they have a knack for making descriptive words by combining two or more words. Like my sons and I were sitting around chillaxing at our hotel on our first night in NYC. I particularly like combining the word chill with other words and fancy myself to be a chillanthropologist; a person who studies how people chill. If you think about it, the chillanthropology profession has been around a long time. In my day we called them gurus.
Now that I've had the NYC experience it's nice to reflect on that experience and compare it to others I've had. I've been to a number of big cities in my lifetime. The list includes London, Chicago and LA, but the only city with a similar crush of people that I've visited is Mexico City. Driving in either city is not for the timid and even if you are brave enough to drive, there's no place to park once you've arrived.
To most of us mushrooms are a fleshy, spore-bearing fungus that humans use for a variety of reasons, mostly as food. Besides the obvious images we have of mushrooms as foods, medicines, dyes and psychotropic agents, mushrooms can inspire other images.
Just for grins I went cruising on eHarmony to check out the available ladies on the market in Kabul. These girls were looking for a Sheik or Imam with a little extra room in the tent for some free spirited fun loving companions. These girls like hiking, camping and occasionally hunting or other outdoor activities like laundry and raising children. They love warm summer nights and long walks on the beach.
AOL dot com ran a cover news story yesterday titled "Oldest Human Footprints Found". It had the photo above next to the headline. It grabbed my attention and I thought I'd be reading a fascinating story about a human footstep that was dated at about 1.5 million years. Come to find out that the real story was about a 140 year old guy from a nursing home in New Jersey who had wondered off in a demented state. The authorities were able to find him by following his footprints in the mud outside the nursing home.
There are a few pundits out there these days that are speculating that the Governor of Louisiana wants to run for president of the United States of America. He would then join the ranks of other nicknamed presidents like, George "The Father of His Country" Washington, Thomas "The Sage of Monticello" Jefferson, Abraham "Honest Abe" Lincoln, Richard "Tricky Dick" Nixon, Bill "Slick Willy" Clinton and George "Dubya" Bush. What would be a good nickname for our friend, the governor? Bobby "Catfish" Jindal has a nice ring. I wonder what Jim Hunter would say about that?
Company golf outings are a great place to meet and socialize with your colleagues, especially if you work out of the office at a customer location. It's pretty hard to impress your bosses if they never see you. Actually, you can be more productive without meddling from the boss, which is a good thing, but that's another story. I went to my company's golf outing last summer so as not to be completely invisible and possibly score some points in case there is a need to choose new sides in the proverbial corporate baseball game.
I came home once and discovered that someone had come into my home and stole some money and jewelry from my bedroom. I called the police and when they arrived I let them in through my kitchen. They said, "wow, this is worse than I thought. They completely ransacked the place". I said, "no officer, I discovered the missing items while looking for my cuff links".
Today is the last day of work for me before the holidays. The guys I work with have a tradition of having a White Castle slider-fest breakfast on the last day of work for the year. This year was no exception, only it brought back some painful memories for me. You see, last year I spent Christmas day and the next ten days in the hospital for an appendectomy and other complications. The guys reminded me of the event and suggested that maybe it was the sliders that induced the appendix attack. That would explain a lot. I remember the surgeon telling me after the operation that they found something lodged in my appendix. He wasn't sure what it was but it smelled like onions and cardboard.
If you're like me you get a letter, almost daily, from some barrister in some west African country trying to make contact with me so that he can give me some inheritance from some relative I'm not really sure I have and that if he can't make payment to me the money will be lost. These notes are, to say the least, very suspect as to their legitimacy. I have recently discovered, however, that these emails are part of a program to give poor children around the world a personal computer so that they can communicate with the world at large. It's called the xo-laptop program. Their local government came up with the idea to randomly send emails out to people in the first world as a way for these school children to practice their foreign language and typing skills.
My son Joe, the future doctor, has use of my Oldsmobile Alero whilst he is away at school. He mainly uses it to bring his laundry home on the weekends or to drive his girl friend to and from work or the occasional road trip to party with his high school posse at any number of college campuses throughout the Great Lakes region. Fortunately for him, but unfortunate for me, he pays more attention to his studies than he does to the upkeep of the car. Yes, it's broken and the repair bill is more than the value of the car. Ouch.
It never fails. Whenever I get in line at a cashier stand, they are always there. That person, with a big floppy purse with three or four wallets inside, all with coin carriers. That person who fumbles to find exact change amongst the litter, random packs of gum, paper clips, lipstick and other sundries. You'd think they were giving something away or offering a discount for having exact change, but they're not. That person always seems to have more than enough time to make small talk with the cashier, about the crowds or their pets or the kids or just about anything; oblivious to the mounting throngs of impatient customers backing up behind them; me included. These same people, I know for fact, never make eye contact with anyone when they're out in public and go out of their way to go out of their way to avoid strangers, but are as friendly as can be when I'm in a hurry to make my purchase, place my order or get some help. They come in all ages too. I thought that maybe just the older ones have this strange social ritual, but I've discovered that that is a misguided assumption.