Mocha Monday

Well, Black Friday 2009 has come and (almost) gone. Another high point in my day to day observation of the human condition. Ah, humanity…

Yeah.

Actually, once again, I didn’t really get it. I mean, I read the flyers and checked what would be on sale. In truth, most of the good stuff wasn’t even on sale that much. I mean, if you track the toy sales like I do, you start noticing trends, and the Black Friday prices for most stuff weren’t that impressive. There were a few steep discounts on particularly cool Lego sets and things like that, but it doesn’t really grab me. I would much prefer to buy several large cool Agents sets or Space Cop sets over one large Indiana Jones or Star Wars set. Three sets for $40 might not be so bad. One set for $60 is out of hand, I don’t care if it is 50% off.

Thankfully, my kids tend to agree with this line of thinking.

And don’t even mention the TVs and such. Sure they have some deep discounts, assuming you get one of the 5 or 10 guaranteed in stock. This year it was reported that several big stores guaranteed as few as 3 units of several of the most desireable items. Are you F-ing kidding me?

And you do know the other deep dark dirty secret, right? A lot of the big retailers like Walmart will sell a name brand TV like a Sony at a steep discount. At first glance it will appear to be the same model that other stores have for hundreds of dollars more, but you better check those model numbers. Look for unfamiliar model numbers or extra characters in the model number. It turns out that places like Walmart are notorious for offering products that appear to be the same as what the other guys, but are of inferior quality. TVs with fewer connections and no cables in the box, computers with inferior chipsets or inadequate RAM, GPS units that look like the ones in the other store, but maybe a few features are missing, or they don’t have the full hemisphere map set, just the continental US…maybe there’s no usb connection to upgrade the maps.

I don’t want to sound like a Conspiracy Theorist or Walmart hater and I’m not…at least not the former. These are facts. Consumer advocacy groups know that the big bad blue guys play these games every year, but it doesn’t end. And that’s why people get injured or even trampled in the stampede. And that’s why all the cops in Kingston were pulling down time and a half this morning.

Forget about Black Friday sale prices. Forget about seasonal business gifts from local merchants. Forget about free coffee with your three chocolate frosted and two jellies. Nothing beats approved overtime as we roll into the holidays.

Well, the hype is behind us. Another Black Friday goes into the history books and we can hear the distillations from the so-called experts come Monday. Swell.

Covered

Today I handed in my health insurance paperwork at work. Another year, another increase in costs and decrease in overall benefits. Actually, I shouldn’t complain. My company has done an exceptional job of keeping benefits intact this year. I mean, we are switching providers for the 5th or 6th time in 8 years, but that seems to be par for the course.

It seems the varies insurance carriers will low-ball a company to get them on board, and then jack the plan rates in the second or third year. So what happens? The company goes looking for the next carrier. Wow, that seems like a good use of resources, huh?

With all these second and third rate b-school graduates out there, hasn’t anyone figured out that long-term customer retention is pretty much a requirement for successful businesses? And customer churn is the kiss of death? Don’t they teach that in business school or do they spend all their time doing trust falls and discussing the manufacture of widgets?

Seriously, we are being crippled by insurance. Health insurance, unemployment insurance, business insurance, disability insurance, property insurance, auto insurance. I think I saw an ad for insurance insurance the other day. It protects you from insurance when your insurance is not properly insured. Or something.

Jack Frost Nipping

It’s getting cold, kids. I kept hearing this was going to be a bitter cold winter, so I’m a little surprised at how mild it has been so far. Now exactly breaking out the heated blanket just yet. But I guess time will tell. When we hit February, we’ll see how I’m feeling. Maybe, not so hot after all, right?

It is nice to get the woodstove running, though. I love the smell of the wood. It’s not just the burning, but it’s that wonderful smoky, smell. It gets on my hands and makes me think of these delicious smoked almonds my Aunt used to have in her basement. They were in cans, part of a holiday gift or something. I was forever asking for those. She must have had a dozen cans.

I remember one time, when they’d been gone for ages, maybe years, we were cleaning out her basement and we found a can. The last can in the back of the pantry. It was this wonderful discovery, better than pirate treasure. We had smoked almonds and ginger ale in her little den. So good.

You can roast all the chestnuts over open fires that you want. I’ll take a can of roasted almonds by the woodstove any day.

Growth

I just read a great article on green gardening. Funny concept, huh? Green gardening. But it is an important concept. After all, there’s a good way to do things and a bad way. Avoid chemicals, use natural compost, capture water in rain barrels, use native or local plants, and use plantings that draw butterflies and bees.

I also like the concept of a runoff garden. It’s a great way to deal with areas where natural runoff pools and puddles and wrecks your yard. Proper plantings and strategically buried clumps of stone allow drainage. It minimizes erosion and, hopefully, reduces the swamp effect. I have a spot in my front yard that needs this kind of attention.

How long until Spring?

Pronounced wah-fur

Seriously, as we rocket toward the holidays, going out in public is like an appetite suppressant. Everywhere I look I see angry large people. And that means a lot coming from me. Look, I’m just under 6 feet and my weight hovers between 230 and 235. Now I have broad shoulders and a wide frame, so I don’t look huge or orca fat or anything. I mean, I have the  little belly and love handles I’ve always had, but I actually wear smaller waisted pants than a portion of my teen years.

So I’m not just casting stones here. I know that I could easily lose 20 pounds without any fear of being dangerously underweight. Still, the amounts of excess flesh on display these days is sickening. I mean, if your arms are bigger than my thigh, please don’t go sleeveless. If you have to cram your body into jeans, and there is a rippling swell of blubber spilling over the top like thick tasty hot fudge, please avoid halter tops.

If you are overweight, I don’t care how old or young you are, please, for the love of God, do not tie your t-shirt like a Hooters waitress. It may make your boobs look bigger, but come on…don’t you have a mirror in your trailer?

Okay, I’m starting to sound mean but I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I’m cranky. And anyway, according to the charts of weight and height I am morbidly obese. Seriously, according to the standard published material I am one cupcake away from explosion.

Or maybe one Meaning of Life biscuit…it’s wafer thin.

Gift ideas

Do you celebrate Christmas? I do, so if you want to get me something, I have some ideas. I guess I could list a bunch of high-end novelty items like a Jura Capresso machine and an 8 foot slate-bottom pool table, but then I’d look like a total douche nozzle. So let me go in another direction.

Instead of getting me a gift, consider this – become a patron. A new, modern, contemporary patron of the arts. Let’s face it, my rock star days are behind me. I have a job and a wife and 3 kids and a mortgage. I may need blood pressure medication. I’m not going to be getting backstage lapdances from Miley Cyrus in this lifetime. Nobody is going to be picking all the brown M&Ms out of the bowl in my dressing room.

Still, I believe I have some modicum of talent. And my children agree. There was a time when roomfuls of educated young people also agreed. I miss that. I miss playing my music to a roomful of interested listeners. It bugs me a lot that so many people I know think that wedding bands and tribute bands are the extent of live music outside of stadium shows. Seriously. the concept of checking out an unknown musician is wholly foreign to a large segment of the population.

Shouldn’t we all find this appalling? Shouldn’t we be distressed? I know I am.

So, back on point – I know a few artists and now even a record label that are lobbying for donations. I know of people who are heavy into the barter concept. Not just musicians, but artists in all mediums. Painters, scupltors, writers, whatever. They are soliciting donations, trading finished work for supplies or endorsements, auctioning performances to the highest bidder, etc.

So I have this concept – I have things I want to record. I want to put them down and share them with the world. But I don’t have the spare cash to press a CD and then send half of the run to press outlets and radio stations and the like. I mean, on top of the recording costs and all that. I mean, how can I justify spending thousands on something like that when I have to think about kids’ college funds and filling the tanks with heating oil. I mean, assuming I had the thousands of dollars burning a hole in my pocket.

But if I can make the music and create the package, maybe you can take that and move it for me. Share it, post about it, get free postcards from an internet printer and send them to all your friends. Host a performance and collect gas money. I’ll happily play a show in your living room for a bunch of your friends. We can share a bottle of wine and tell stories. Make me a few t-shirts on your hand screen press and maybe somebody will buy them. Let’s trade on our time and friendship and skillsets and resources. Remember Freshman year in college when everyone on your floor in the dorm was helpful and interested and everything was full of fresh promise? Let’s find that spirit again and do something here.

Maybe we’ll generate interest and some donations and maybe we’ll even have a reason to press a record. Maybe you can do cover art. Maybe you’re good on the phone and can do bookings for me. Hey, most of those great classic rock and roll managers started out as kids with some extra time and maybe some cash who were friends with the band. Let’s do something together. Let’s make something together. What do you think? Can we do something like that?

Speaking of Wee

That last post about good ol’ Ron reminded me of something I saw in a department store recently. I was somewhere between the fat burners and the shotgun shells when I came across some gear to trick out your automobile. There were air fresheners and steering wheel covers and license plate holders and lots of stickers. Mostly Calvin stickers.

Wait, I should be more specific – mostly Calvin urinating stickers. Now I know I’ve covered this topic in the past, so I won’t spend too much time here. Suffice it to say there are many options for people who want to have Calvin (of Calvin and Hobbes fame) peeing on something.

This display rack, however, was particularly interesting. It was a spinning display with three rows of pegs, about 6 high. So, on each of the 4 sides of the display, there were 18 different stickers displayed. Sure, there were doubles, a lot of Calvin doubles. Actually, there were at least 8 classic Calvin urinating stickers on each side of the display. There were also a few with Calvin peeing on NASCAR numbers and such, but the classic Calvin just peeing was most popular.

Here’s the funny part, though. On one side, in the leftmost row, third down, was a sticker of the face of Jesus. It was the standard Caucasian Jesus with trimmed beard and crown of thorns. Of course, right above Jesus was…you guessed it, Calvin peeing. And yes, it did look like Calvin was aiming for his downstairs neighbor. I couldn’t help wondering if this was done intentionally or not, but…I mean, if you were the guy setting up the display, how could you miss it?

In Memoriam…

Driving home not long ago I was behind a dark blue pickup truck. It was old. Not really old, maybe, but at least 5 or 6 years old. And it was dented and scratched. In a few places the scratches were deep enough to have started rusting through. It wasn’t exactly a piece of crap or particularly redneck-mobile looking yet, but it also wasn’t the nicest truck.

I spend so much time describing the general condition of the vehicle because of the vinyl sticker thing on the back. Where some people have the Calvin urinating on something/somebody/some number or maybe one of those die-cut 9/11 remembrance things, this guy had a phrase.

In Memory of Ron.

Yes, this guy apparently decided to dedicate his truck to his deceased friend/uncle/family member…or somebody named Ron, anyway. I assume it was a close relation since he chose the personal Ron over the formal Ronald. But really, is this the way to go? Some people get fancy headstones. Some people get park benches or paver brick dedication. Some people even get buildings or scholarships funded in their name. But a pickup truck? What an honor.

Then again, I’ve seen more than one commemorative t-shirt. I’ve seen an embroidered denim jacket. I’ve even seen a handwritten cardboard display. So maybe dedicating your ride to your old buddy isn’t so weird after all.

At least it wasn’t a Hummer.

Another Advanced Degree Program

I’ve checked out a number of online schools in the past that offer advanced degrees, usually in the nursing field. I’m always interested in the players in the distance learning field since ti is somewhat related to my work in alumni networking, so when I find a new one, I like to check it out.

This time I’m checking out Lewis University. They have a number of advanced degree programs in Information Security, Organizational Leadership, and Nursing. Their public safety degree is particularly interesting to me. It targets professionals in law enforcement, emergency medical services, disaster response, or fire services. It also seems an interesting advancement from the BA in Fire Advancement degree they also offer.

As the Lewis Univerity literature points out, this is a time when emergency response and issues of security are in the front of many people’s minds. Better trained and prepared professionals insuch crucial fields…well, I think we can all see the benefits.

Thinking of the handful of times I’ve had interactions with law enforcement, I can think of only one incident in which the police officer was human, polite and humorous without dropping the mantel of authority. A few other occasions were marked by a more or less lackadaisical attitude on the part of the officer, or the cop was actually a real jerk.

While the police work in a highly tense professional environment pretty much all of the time, and they are certainly physically well trained in the vast majority of cases, I have to wonder how well they are trained in dealing with the masses. There is a huge power imbalance between cops and citizens in the vast majority of interactions between the two groups. I would certainly like to see more police officers with advanced degrees in public safety on the streets. I think it could only improve relations, and success.

I had a conversation with a friend a while back about law enforcement and fire fighters. The friend was of the opinion that cops and fire fighters need not be overly educated. He was not disparaging these professionals, he was just of the opinion that advanced degrees and ongoing education were not very important for them. I am of a very different opinion. I said then, and still believe, that if our greatest minds (or at least the most educated ones) went into police work, rather than becoming tort lawyers or plastic surgeons, we might actually see a real decline in crime.

Gummy Joe’s Lady Friend

Witnessed an interesting parking lot squabble. Apparently one person backing out of a space bumped or was bumped by someone else. Experience suggests that the person driving in the lane would be at fault, since I have frequently seen drivers doing 40 or 50 miles per hour up and down in the quest for an advantageous spot.

Here’s the scene: toothless woman with thinning but mid-back length grayish hair in well-rusted lime green Tracker yelling at white haired old lady in a metallic sand colored sedan of unknown make. It was a true meeting of the articulate minds. Like, a couple of social gals on their way to buy some philosophy books and chia seed and computer memory for their Macs suddenly embroiled in a little scuffle.

Actually, I felt kind of bad for the little old lady, who eventually drove away. There really was no damage to either vehicle, but I think ‘Toothless’ was going to try and make a run at some whiplash cash. The sort of sad thing is that Toothless and her passenger (I forgot to mention that there were two of these delightful specimens) called 911 and more or less claimed to be the victims of a hit and run. Now, I know that leaving the site of an accident is bad news, but, well…I hope the cops cut her some slack.

I was actually surprised they were able to write down her license plate number as she left. I mean, that’s letters and numbers.