Thursday, April 23, 2009

So that's why my resume is ubber-long.


@Robcorddry passed this video along via the Twitter. I don't quite know what to make of all of this.   

 

It goes a long way toward explaining why my resume is quickly approaching the "Flake" stage of its development. Two and a half pages and growing.  The baby boomers seemed to keep a job for life.  Somehow I don't stay in a job for longer than a Monarch's life. And somehow the butterfly gets further than I do what with their summering in the US and Canada then wintering in beautiful "Me-he'-co." (An oversimplification I know, since it's grandkids of the Canadian butterfly that make their egress over the Rio Grande and into Mexico.)  

I've got to either keep a job for longer than a year, print my resume front and back to keep it on two pieces of paper or travel more.  With technology expanding the way it is, in 5 years, keeping a job longer than a month will be a major feat, paper resumes will be obsolete and I'll be able to transport myself all over the world and through time with some Google service currently being dreamed up in Google labs. 

Technology both horrifying and titillating at the exact same time.

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Monday, April 20, 2009

Anthropomorphism can be a real jerk. Take 2


Welcome to the family new I-Mac.  It's been a long time coming, but you are finally hear to clean up all the clutter in our lives.  You sleek, sexy aluminum clad thing you.  I love how you just sit here and let me type random thoughts on you like you have nowhere else to go, nothing better to do.



I dim the lights to set the mood and you glow like a candle on a moonlit night.



What's that you say?  Oh no, pay no attention to that.  It's nothing.



Just a pile of computer scraps, you know old cables and the like.  Relics from a bygone age relegated to the scrap heap destined for the Good Will. Nothing to be worried about.  I'll never toss you away like that. 

What?  Oh no, the shoe shine kit stays.  I know I said that stuff was going to...No you can't have it.  Why do you need it anyway?  The country blue shelf?  No we're not keeping it.  It's ugly.  Yes it would hold lots of knick knacks.  No I will not hang it behind you.  You are supposed to help clean up my life. 

Hey listen.  I really need to go.  My...hey another human is IM'ing me.

Damon:  So Apple, eh?
me:  yep.
I'm digging it.
Damon:  What components you go in there?
me:  hmmm?
Damon:  You know, the electronics and stuff
me:  oh ya.
a 24 inch monitor I-Mac
with an Intel  2.66 gig processor
640 gig hard drive

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The Economic Melt-Down

As the Presidential campaign was drawing to an end, the action on Wall Street took center stage and the fingers began to point. Still today there is little understanding of what happened among everyday Americans. As an NPR junkie, I heard about it on Marketplace. Last night on PBS, Frontline aired a program called "Inside the Meltdown." It follows the timeline from the start of the crisis in September up to the end of October. A lot happened in two months and this program covers it very well.

Every good American should watch it.



For more content and added footage, view it on Frontline homepage.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Having a "Career" is not for me.

I've been thinking about what the next step in my so-called career is going to be.  I say, "so called" because I'm not really seeing what I do as a career.  I don't expect that you'd ever hear an exchange like... 

Person A: "that Ben he's a good (insert profession here)." 

Person B: "I agree.  Since he (insert verb) my (insert noun) I can't see going to any other (insert profession)." 

end scene
I don't want to call it a career because I've always tried to do what I love doing while having someone pay me to do it.  I say "tried" because my stint at Spaghetti Warehouse in Oklahoma City was not the thing I love to do.  I think about striving to reach the top of the heap within a career.  I don't really want that.  I want to be happy doing my thing.  I want to know that I'm doing good for others.  I want to do nothing that gets placed before being a good husband and a great Dad.  If I forge something that meets these three conditions, I will know I'm doing what I should be doing for the time being.

Here's something that looks like it could meet my requirements:

Community gardens provide many physical, psychological and social benefits—not to mention fresh food and outdoor exercise. They also provide opportunities for experiential learning which can be especially helpful for children and youth growing up in environments of disadvantage.

In this collaborative project, undergraduates and graduates from CU work with students at a K-12 school for special-needs and at-risk youth in Lafayette, Colorado, to create and maintain a vegetable garden and a straw-bale greenhouse. The goal of the project is to create common ground, literally and figuratively, for the university students and these youth, while including also residents from the surrounding neighborhood, which houses a low-income, minority population, with little public space and few opportunities for growing flowers or vegetables.

Students working on the project develop an understanding of the difficult challenges facing others, who are less privileged. The garden offers an opportunity for cross-cultural sharing of practices and traditions in agriculture and food preparation. It also will provide a space for community and school social events, gatherings and celebrations.

The project prepares design students for professional practice after graduation that engages with the needs of nontraditional clienteles. It implements the University of Colorado’s Vision 2010, which calls for innovative initiatives that bridge disciplines and connect the campus with the community.

Funding for this project was provided by the CU Boulder Outreach Committee; the CU President’s Office for Diversity and Excellence; the Service-Learning Program; and Flatiron Academy. The National Wildlife Federation offered a workshop for participating students and teachers.

For more information, contact cye@colorado.edu 

Something to put in the palate of possibilities.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

1996 Interview with a pre-political Obama


Barrack Obama on what he wanted to accomplished if he entered public life, from an interview with photographer Mariana Cook:

"My overriding vision is driven by children and what I see happening to children. And as African American, I end up being concerned about children in the inner cities, and what is happening to them, and the complete lack of any kind of stable framework in which they can grow and develop. A lot of that is determined by economics and the life chances and opportunities that they face or their parents face. A lot of it has to do with values, things like family values that are talked about all the time, and bandied about by politicians. But I think values aren't just individual. Values are collective. Children learn values from what they see around them, and if they see that their parents' lives are not valued, or that their community is not valued; if their schools are falling apart, and their streets are falling apart, and their homes are falling apart, and people's lives are falling apart -- because they don't have jobs or opportunity -- then it's very hard for children, out of thin air, to create values for themselves that can sustain them.

'And so I think that my priority is to restore a sense of public values, or a collective value to the debate. And that means recognizing that we are one big family, and that across racial lines, and across class lines, that we have mutual obligations and mutual responsibilities. Maybe that's where the public and the private meet, when it comes to couples or relationships, or families or tribes. But the overriding priority in all those associations is a sense of mutual responsibility and empathy, then being able to put yourself in another person's shoes. That's how the marriage between Michelle and me sustains itself. We can imagine the other person's hopes or pains or struggles. And we have to extend that beyond just the individual families to other people."
Story from PRI

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Enough for EVERYONE

originally posted here

As my year with the Presbyterian Hunger Program progresses, I find myself thinking about the many challenges we face in our Nation and the World.

The specters of hunger and disease manifest themselves in many ways. Political posturing and civil war enter the mix and a bad situation becomes hell on Earth. Zimbabwe is currently in such a mess. Hyper inflation, political corruption and micro organisms have all conspired to bring an entire country to its knees and worse.

As a child that knew hunger, every time I see a child in the US or overseas suffering with too little my heart aches. Looking at these pictures from the NY Times, I find it hard to understand how a President can selfishly cling to power while a people waste away. It's hard to believe that neighboring leaders, whose citizens are beginning to suffer the same death, aren't crying out for action. It's awful to think that the average American knows little to nothing about these atrocities and those that do are rendered speechless.

Zimbabwe has become a scene from Lamentations and we see, hear and do nothing.

Three and a half months into my internship and I'm still figuring out with what "Enough for Everyone" means to me. Enough for Everyone. "Enough" is well and good. I can handle having enough. It keeps me in food and cloths. "Comfortable" in a word. It is the "Everyone" part that is hard to get my brain around. As an American I am especially challenged by anything that even resembles socialism. "Everyone" is big. In the land of plenty it is easy to forget that everything we consume had to come from somewhere and was made by someone. The challenge of "Everyone" is not mine alone, our culture has real problems with it. In order to come to grips with the "Everyone" part, we as a people have to accept that our plenty comes at the expense of so many people in Africa. Our plenty was extracted from what used to be mountains in Appalachia. And our waste is being spewed on to Peruvian school yards.

What can we do to change our ways?

The book of Luke opens with John the Baptist conducting a Q&A session with a gathering crowd. As a preface to Jesus' ministry and teachings John outlines a few planks of the platform:

"What should we do then?" the crowd asked.

John answered, "The man with two tunics should share with him who has none, and the one who has food should do the same."

Tax collectors also came to be baptized. "Teacher," they asked, "what should we do?"

"Don't collect any more than you are required to," he told them.

Then some soldiers asked him, "And what should we do?"

He replied, "Don't extort money and don't accuse people falsely-be content with your pay."

Luke 3:10-14 (NIV)

WE are these people. We need to ask the question, "What should we do?"

The answer according to John the Baptist: We should share. We should take no more than is required. We should no longer use intimidation to get more for less. We should be contented.

But we aren't. And all of creation is groaning under the weight of our discontent. If we sat quietly and listened, we would hear the rocks crying out (Luke 19:40). Now it is our turn to do the same.

Here are several organizations that are helping deal with the Cholera epidemic in Zimbabwe:

Here is information on how we can begin to reform our consumptive lifestyles to bring them more in line with John's message:

Monday, December 8, 2008

Kenyan by Nature

During our visit to Kenya in 2002, I had an adventure that ended up with me drinking with a white Kenyan that had just gotten a huge promotion with Bayer East Africa. He was buying and I was drinking. Something he told me was, "Be careful. First you will get African soil under your finger nails. Next thing you know it will go to your heart and you'll never be able to get this place out of your mind."

This video reminds me of the African soil still streaming through my veins: