29 November 2021

Why Make Things Easy When They Can Be Difficult?

"Measuring Up"

*based on a semi-true story....

He was sitting in a clump on the couch, tapping a pencil against his forehead, social studies book spread before him.

This was his thinking position.

“Dad?” asked my 12 year old scholar. I could tell by the inflection in his voice and the wrinkle in his brow that my son had one of those questions. 

“Yes?” I answered, rather hesitantly.

“Why do the English use the metric system and Americans use the English system? That doesn’t even make sense.”

For the sake of clarity, I live in the United States, a country which cantankerously clings with bald eagle talons to the English system of measurement.

“Well,” I began, “Americans are a little complicated.” 

Is that the best I could do?

“But the metric system is so easy,” my son pursued the issue. He wasn't wrong.

“Look at it this way," the gears were grinding in my brain, "Americans have a really hard time imagining ‘25 degrees’ as a nice, comfortable summer day.” 

I was proud of my example. 

“Well, water boils at 100 degrees Celsius and freezes at zero. Seriously, that’s so easy,” the young man was relentless.

And he was correct. Multiples of ten. That’s the metric system. Easy.

However, the United States refuses to adopt this simple and easy-to-use system of measurement. The U.S. stands obstinate with Liberia and Burma as the only three countries in the world to still recognize Imperial Units as the official standard of measurement.

I gave some further thought to his most excellent question. 

“You see, buddy,” I said in my most convincing father-knows-best voice, “Americans have always had a … difficult time adapting to something new. Americans can be a little ... stubborn.”

My son made a snorting sound from his nose. 

“Or a little stupid,” he mumbled as he flipped a page in his textbook.

Yeah, I chuckled to myself, or a little stupid.


28 November 2021

Bookstore Jonesing

Emily's Used Books, Brainerd, MN

I am a victim of an infliction called “bookstore jonesing.”

I open the door and the aroma grips me first, sinking its papercut teeth into my nostrils. I willingly give myself to the musty, pulpy fragrance. I inhale like a stoner taking a hit. 

I am hooked.

There is nothing like the scent of my local used bookstore. Once lured inside, my senses become a mushy, short circuited knot. 

I lose myself in canyons of classics and I scale ravines of fiction. I bathe in the Sea of Forewords and plod through the Desert of Afterwords, while every syllable of every story whispers from the walls like stains heard but unseen.

Fluorescent glare guides me and skinny aisles beg me, stay for just a little longer.

Warning: this humble store is a black hole. Once its gravitational force sucks you in, you are an addict for life.

Ain’t it great?

25 November 2021

Happy Thanksgiving, 2021

 


Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Just a quick, personal post today.

I'm watching Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade this morning, cringing at all the pitifully lip-synched, piped-in music wafting from million dollar parade floats. Considering all the money spent on this annual event, you'd think they'd be able to afford live music. Good grief.

I hope you get to spend the day with family and friends. I am on-call over the Thanksgiving weekend, so I will miss the big Thanksgiving gathering with my wife's family. Today will be just the four of us, my own little family. It makes me happy.

I am thankful for so many things, it seems futile to even begin to list them all; that's a good problem to have. So, I will keep it simple: I'm thankful for all of you reading this, making the first month of my site so successful. 

But more than anything, I'm thankful for another year together with all of you. I see some of you frequently; others I haven't seen in 30+ years, but we still keep in touch, and that speaks volumes. Thank you for making my life a part of yours.

Time goes faster than should be allowed. I think, perhaps, Einstein got something wrong in his calculations. However, here we all are, zipping around the galaxy on a little round planet (yes, it is round), doing what we do: living our best life. 

Cheers to you. Happy Thanksgiving!