Old People Can't Text

Have you noticed? There seems to be a sharp dividing line, and maybe it really is the "Generation Gap" everyone talks about. Texting. Either you are a texter or you aren't. And if you are over sixty, odds are you aren't.

Many oldsters have embraced the computer age to one degree or another. The kids send them pictures or set them up with underused Facebook accounts. Point and click isn't the problem. Screen hints and big buttons make the basic tasks easy.

Texting really got off on the wrong foot with that crowd with the whole "Press the same button multiple times" trick. Seriously. The oldsters are from a time where every function had It's own button. The whole concept of menu access or menu driven choices, particularly when one button does multiple tasks dependent on context is just un-natural and possibly immoral as well. Never mind that onscreen keypads have obviated that dilemma. The die is cast and the verdict is in. Don't even think about texting 'em. They're not interested.

The other thing they're not interested in is the very abruptness of texting. Remember, this is a generation that lifted ' Passing the time of Day" to an art form. To them, texting is just plain rude, pure and simple. Not even a 'By your leave' or a 'Howdy do?' They have a point. If you spoke to another person the way you text, chin first, you would be rude indeed.

The interesting thing is that they are absolutely right. There is a reason for all the extra stuff, and it is totally lost in the texting world. So much of our true communication is non-verbal....body language which can only be approximated by smiley faces. Eye contact which speaks volumes. Not to mention that emoticons allow us to fake our non-verbal signals with the press of a key. Sure there are ways to add emphasis to the written(or texted) word. But you really can't beat good 'old' face to face time, not to be confused with.... ahem, 'facetime.' I mean cumon! aren't relationships difficult enough when we are together? Add some space and delete some body language and is there any wonder why people can't work stuff out?

Sometimes You're the Windshield........

Two days ago I was one car shy of being the fifth car in what would have been at least a five car accident.

If you live long enough, you'll be in a couple of good ones and you'll just miss some by thaaaat much.

I was on the freeway, in the fast lane. A local cop was in the middle lane and making darn good time though not in 'hot pursuit' anything other than dinner, as far as I could tell. As he swooped by the other cars, they would slow down as folks are wont to do. The traffic in my lane checked up, and I slowed as well, surprised that even as I did so, the car two ahead of me seemed to come briefly to a complete stop.

When I determined that I wasn't going to hit them. I accelerated as they did and checked six to see what was happening behind. The lady directly behind me had slowed, and the person behind her began to evade to the center divide and the car next in line went for the middle lane. That's when the guy who was texting came through like Earl Anthony picking up a baby split.

Had I been stopped, I'd have been a member of that club, but my momentum took me away like a tub full of Calgon bubbles. The best I could do was call it in. Wasn't about to back up and create a whole new adventure.

In a past life I was a pilot of aeroplanes, and I still have an intense interest in all thing aeronautical. Almost every time there is really bad weather in the US, a pilot, and maybe a couple of passengers will die. The very air that one hour can be as calm as Ghandi on quaaludes, can be as mean and violent as a pit bull on PCP the next. I always found it interesting it fly through an area in peaceful sunlight and understand that yesterday or four hours ago this same airspace was a mangler.

It is so odd when we are almost in an accident. If we notice what almost happened we'll often bunch up the seat covers with our butt cheeks, holler at the other fool, maybe make a satisfying gesture or two and go on our way, and perhaps never realize just how close to a life changing event we were. One day a while back, I watched a person (carefully non-gender specific) cruise through a stop sign a full speed blithely chatting away on a cell phone. The reason I noticed was because that car crossed my bow ten yards away. The other driver does not know to this day how close we came to meeting by accident. I could list several more but I won't.

The cop? Never stopped. I saw him several miles later at the top of an off ramp. Either completely oblivious or somethin'. Sometimes you're the bug.

The More Things Change, the More They Stay the Same

OK... the year is almost over, both as far as the calendar goes and as far as the Bible Study goes. Only a few Books remain, and we skipped ahead and read Revelations last month. I was looking for answers, but found only more questions. I am leaving my studies with my faith intact, not because of of the Bible, but in spite of it. I have my faith because it works for me. I have chosen to trust God, and God continues to be there for me.

Please don't misunderstand. My time spent with the good book was not wasted. I learned many things historical, procedural and theological, interesting facts and disturbing revelations. There were also some very cool one-liners. Try this one: 'God doesn't love you because of who you are, but because of who God is.' Or, as I paraphrase, 'You can do anything you want to do, but some of those things are not good for you.' How wise must we be to make that one work?

The days are short, and Mother Nature gathers her chicks under her ample breast to await yet another Spring. Find a warm place to renew and refresh. Settle in with a cup of hot chocolate and press your nose against the cold window. Watch the quiet.

WTF, over?

Just prior to the beginning of the year, the Pastor for my church invited all to read through the Bible in a year. There are weekly meetings to discuss our readings, and a detailed schedule to follow so everyone is on the same page, so to speak. The S.O. and I thought this would be a good thing to do. We would be able to have meaningful discussions about our readings as we ventured through the Word together.

The year is almost halfway over now, and the S.O. bailed on the Bible program two months ago leaving me to draw my own conclusions. (She still finds time for Criminal Minds tho) The point, however, is that I embarked on this venture as a path to deepen my convictions and my faith, to really learn about Christianity and the roots of my religion. Now, mind you, I have read the entire New Testament, and bits and pieces of the Old, but never actually went through chapter and verse, all the way. What I am learning so far is more scary than enriching. The things I hear my fellow Bible Students say are just as disturbing.

The God of the O.T. is inexplicable at best; kind and loving in one instance, vicious and unforgiving in the next. I am confused by what appears to me to be competitions amongst the Gods, examples of rogue Gods who seem to be trying to set up shop to vie for the adoration and sacrifices of us mere mortals and commands to 'devote to destruction' indigenous peoples that go beyond genocide. Violent stuff that is in total opposition to what I had had come to believe is the Christian way. WTF, over?

People meet God one day and are given instructions, then meet God again soon after and God seems to have forgotten what He originally asked of them. Time and time again there are episodes where God appears to take vacations, ceasing to respond or outright forgetting about humanity, only to show up again in a hundred years, recharged and ready to go some more. Again I say, WTF, over?

If my neighbor was sacrificing animals on an altar in the backyard, or even in some secluded temple, splashing blood on the altar, harvesting organs and burning flesh, well, I'd be concerned. Yet this was de rigeur back in the day. Required. Don't leave home without it. Wouldn't we be mumbling words like 'pagan' and 'satanic' and 'cult'? Many of our Churches still have Altars, remnants, I guess.

One of my classmates asked if the reason we had illness in the world wasn't because of the sinful character of man. Didn't we bring these miseries on ourselves because we are so wicked? Which, of course, opened up the discussion about why God allows pain and suffering; why God lets babies die and lets children get Leukemia and lets there be wars and lets the Muslim Extremists destroy good Christians. Whose side is He on anyway? If He won't save our children and our American Way of Life, what good is he? Again, WTF, over?

Maybe the answers are in the next chapter, ya think?

Thicker Cloth

I just spent a quick week in the 'Low Countries' of Europe, namely the Netherlands and Belgium.

I stayed in private home in the South of Belgium 5 kilometers from the French border.

Belgium does not have it's own language, per se. Folks in the South speak French and in the North, Dutch is on the menu.

The thing that caught my attention is the craftsmanship evidenced in the home where I stayed. All the woodwork is solid oak. All the doors are raised panel, (and three panels per door!) again solid oak. The hardware is all heavy duty. Even the garage floor is finished with ceramic tile! In the basement, every surface was plastered or sheet rocked, and if pipes pierced the walls or ceilings, they were carefully sealed around. Most of the sidewalks and many of the streets were cobblestone construction, as were the driveways and front walkways. All the homes were constructed with brick; all had tile roofs. Very different attitude towards quality and permanence than I am used to here. By comparison, our homes, buildings and indeed most of our infrastructure seems to have been designed to just barely do the job. We are more willing to do it over than to do it right.

The tapestry of life seems to be woven of a much stouter cloth, richer and more substantial there.

For all you Francophiles out there, rest assured that there remains a deep appreciation for the actions of we Americans, the Canadians and the Brits. The area I was in was heavily damaged during both wars, and seriously occupied by the Germans. There exist many plaques, obelisks and memorials to us, the liberators of this land, and there are still people who remember.

As an aside, I visited the Anne Frank house in Amsterdam. Stood in the very rooms where she and her family hid from the Germans. Then, last night I watched 'The Anne Frank Story' on Masterpiece Theater. As near as I could tell the sets were an exact duplicate of the rooms I saw.

Is It Just Me?

Or does anyone else think the idiots who point to this winter's unusually cold/wet/snowy weather and declare that this proves wrong the all the equally confused/uneducated Global Warming advocates?

Cumon kids! It's a process.....

Nothing in Nature is stagnant. We have never been able to control the climate outside our buildings, and I for one hope we never can. We just aren't smart enough to do it right, but we are clever enough to totally screw it up.

Still Alive and Kickin'........

but just barely.....
I had an Epiphany this week. The S.O. loves to watch CSI, SVU, Criminal Minds and such on the tube...wait can we say 'tube' anymore? Nothin' tubular about the ole LCD flat-screen, now is there? Anyway I digress. She really would rather watch a good 'Crazy Bitch Kills Family' show than anything else.

Me, I get the heebie-jeebies....don't wanna watch... no way... no how...no sir.

Finally figured out why. Got an Uncle who suicided, another was beaten to death for a few dollars, my Grandfather did his level best to eviscerate Uncle #2, yes his son, in a drunken brawl, a cousin was shot to death during an attempted rape, she was the intended victim, and yet another cousin is in prison for the bludgeoning death of his young wife a year after the birth of their daughter, and yet another cousin has managed to spend almost her entire adult life in prison for a variety of rather petty drug offenses.

If I want true crime, I can gaze up in to the branches of the family tree. For me, at least, this is not entertainment. It is sadness.