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I’m not big on so-called ‘social experiments’.  “Let’s introduce X (a drug, tobacco, chocolate, socialism, TB, etc.)” into a fledgling society and stand back and watch the results.  Many times these things simply don’t end well.

Never Yet Melted recently blogged about an experiment wherein a corporation dropped boxes of solar-powered Motorola Zoom Tablet PCs into an isolated Ethiopian village.  A village without electricity or even written words.  No books, no street signs, no streets.  The boxes weren’t even opened.  And they sat back to watch what would happen.

As reported at the EmTech MIT conference last week…

“We left the boxes in the village. Closed. Taped shut. No instruction, no human being. I thought, the kids will play with the boxes! Within four minutes, one kid not only opened the box, but found the on/off switch. He’d never seen an on/off switch. He powered it up. Within five days, they were using 47 apps per child per day. Within two weeks, they were singing ABC songs [in English] in the village. And within five months, they had hacked Android. Some idiot in our organization or in the Media Lab had disabled the camera! And they figured out it had a camera, and they hacked Android.”

There is innate curiosity and intelligence in human beings.  At least those not lulled into the crass commercialism of fashion, gadgets and style.  These folks eke out an existence; they don’t have everything handed to them.  JDZ of Never Yet Melted suggested we do this with American inner city public schools.  I’m thinking the children therein are probably too jaded by school age.

I’d like to believe I’m wrong, though…

‘I’m no Superman…’

Lazlo Bane’s song I’m no Superman  was the theme song to the television series Scrubs, a comic farce about doctors’ training in residency.

I wasn’t a big fan, but, those I did catch were pretty funny.  But it’s the theme of the title that caught my attention, today.

Roomie Judy and I were out for blood breakfast then went to Wally World.  (The Walmart I wrote about previously.)  The good part is it’s a smaller one, and, being in a smaller community isn’t as congested as my previous one experienced in Metro-Phoenix.  Of course, this was lunch time and not rush hour, either.

Upon walking across the parking lot to enter, we encountered two ‘security guards’ (presumably for the store) in a heated discussion with an individual whom it appeared was being asked to leave.  He was the the main bringer of the heat.

I immediately noticed two things:  1)  the guards were unarmed, and 2)  the subject appeared to be unarmed.  Of course, he was getting into his vehicle, so I couldn’t see everything.  And the guards appeared fit, one especially.  But there was a belligerent exchange of words.

Fortunately, this didn’t last long, and he had backed out by the time we arrived at the store proper.  None of the participants were around when we left the store 20 minutes later.

‘I’m no Superman’.  There was a time, not that many years ago, that my ego would have taken charge, and the former, experienced security guy –  me (complete with concealed weapon) would have approached the scene, offering my assistance.  (translation:  trying to get in on the action!)

Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed, and we shopped without incident, or inclusion.

Remember, if you are carrying-concealed, you are NOT wearing a mask and cape, and there is no big red S on your chest!  If you are not a sworn peace officer you have no requirement or duty to assist anyone.  The law doesn’t always protect good Samaritans, but it does protect (usually) those who do nothing.

Especially if they are not invited!

Pay attention and watch your own back, Jack!

PS – I awakened to the Aurora, Colorado shooting story.  If only someone had been carrying and took action instead of waiting for the authorities.  We’re not supermen, but we’re not uncaring robots, either. – Guffaw

One Tired Dog, continued…

Tomorrow, as they say, is another day.

We made two trips back to ‘the house’ yesterday, picked up a few odds-and-ends and bugged out.

For good.

Today @ 1000 is the auction.

This whole experience has been, and is continuing to be an emotional time for me.  I’ve broken down a number of times (I’m a famous crier, anyway), and my perfectionism character defect is in overdrive, because I left stuff behind and didn’t leave the house sanitized (for your protection).

As if it was that way when we moved in.

And, I still have about twenty boxes to unpack and find places for.  So the adventure continues.

This morning, I had an early breakfast and plan on taking a mid-morning nap before my roomie arises.  She’s a late-night, sleep-in, start-work-later-in-the-day kind of person.

Then, let further unpacking commence!

Thanks for all your good wishes and support!

One Tired Dog

Well, the move went well (especially with thanks to Tomi, her husband Kevin, and her brother Murray).  They managed to take the contents of a 740 square foot house, and put it into a large bedroom some 17 miles away!  Up a flight of stairs, no less.

There is still much left to do, boxes to unpack , ‘stuff’ to organize and situate, and the plan is to go back to the house this afternoon for stuff that was overlooked (by me) in the process.

But I AM moved.  And now have essentially a studio apartment (renting a room in friend Judy’s home – Thank You!)

And I’m hoping to be able to focus more on my blog writing.  This whole process has been distracting me for the past three months.

In spite of the fact my friends did 90%+ of the work, I’m one tired dog.

Captain Tightpants to the Rescue!

I aim to misbehave posted a plea for assistance, today.  There are so many of these kind of requests in the blogosphere, sometimes I become numb to them.  But, not this one.

I’ll let Captain Tightpants tell it his way:

I rarely use this platform to beg for money, but this is a critical situation.

Not for me. For an incredible man. Taylor Morris, a twenty-three year old Navy EOD technician was critically wounded last month in Afghanistan. Rather than letting his team mates be injured he lay there, conscious and bleeding, until the area was clear. Go here and read the whole story.

Taylor lost all four of his limbs in this explosion. He is facing a life none of us could imagine – and doing it with a level of courage which goes beyond humbling.

The man dreams of a cabin in the woods to share with his girlfriend as they grow old.

By God, this man deserves the best gorram cabin ever built.

Taylor’s family has set up a website about his life and injuries. You can give money directly through PayPal or other choices here to donate

Skip lunch out today. Don’t buy that magazine, or download that song. I don’t care if you only give a dollar, but I’m asking – no, I’m begging – every one of my readers to give SOMETHING before this weekend is out.

Let us show Taylor and his family just how grateful we are that such men exist, and let us repay just a fraction of the debt we owe him.

Amen.

Patience and Acceptance

Currently, I’m involved in a project which includes physical labor.  Being older, overweight, and somewhat disabled, this activity presents one with ‘challenges’.

One of the challenges is that there are two of us, and the project is physically taxing.  My ‘partner-in-crime’ called me this morning, after yesterday’s work, to explain she doesn’t feel well and is tired and sore, and needs to rest today.

Of course I was disappointed.  I was dressed, rarin’ to go and almost out the door when she called.

The other feeling I felt was gratitude.  While I’m anxious to complete this project (there IS a time limit), I felt relief.  When I told her the other day ‘We’re not 20, anymore!’, she responded ‘Hell, we’re not 40, anymore!’

And, of course, she’s right.  And she’s right in line with my Internet friends who know of the project, and intone me to ‘take care of myself’.  I’m tired and sore, as well.

SO, I AM taking care of myself, AND, learning (yet again) Patience and Acceptance.

h/t Judy, with thanks!

OKAY, WordPressers…HELP!

Not being a real geek (I just play one on the blogs, poorly) I’ve developed a ‘problem.’  Or rather, the blog has.
Whenever I add a post, it rises to the top, as it should, being the first one visible in the queue.  Titled:  Latest Post
HOWEVER, if I add a subsequent post, IT rises to the top, negating the previous post.  The only way to see the previous post is to click on Archives, March 2012.
Not listing the previous posts in a column leaves a rather large white hole on the left side of the blog.
I’ve tried changing settings under Appearance, Tools and Settings on the Dashboard.

Any suggestions on where/how to change the blog settings to list my posts in a column?

Update PS – I marked the previous post as ASIDE, instead of Standard, and got it to show up!?  Without a title…?

Update PPS – If you read the newer post (above this one) you’ll see the problem has been resolved!  Thank you.

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