<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459</id><updated>2012-01-30T11:59:00.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomer Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'>The baby boomer filter influences me but does not limit me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>762</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6372140973499154115</id><published>2012-01-30T06:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:32:00.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuthin’ But A Number, Sort Of</title><content type='html'>Over the past few years I’ve made tremendous progress with the few personal issues I have, but I’m still not comfortable revealing my age. That is almost my only remaining issue. If you’ve known me 35 years or more, then you know the number. If you’ve known me less than ten years, you probably don’t know it; I’ve made one exception to that and sometimes I regret that. Sorry, it’s complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5J2-Oxui8S4/TyYD_ROWpII/AAAAAAAAEUA/d4PIS3I_V6U/s1600/bernieonsofa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="200px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5J2-Oxui8S4/TyYD_ROWpII/AAAAAAAAEUA/d4PIS3I_V6U/s200/bernieonsofa.JPG" width="161px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’m usually the first to point out that age is just a number, but age discrimination runs rampant in our society, in my opinion, and that is especially true in my profession (media). Of the hundred or more full time employees in my division of my company, only five or six of us are over 50. The very top boss isn’t out of her 30s yet. People make too many assumptions, wrong ones, about age and I refuse to be caught in that trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, age paranoia is something I learned from my Mother. She wouldn’t even tell me and my sister her age; we found out when she was in her 50s because of something written on the back of an old photo. She always appeared twenty years younger than her age and she was happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I do want to be a role model for creative aging. I’ll proudly tell people my age and they’ll be amazed. That, of course, is the problem … everybody, apparently including me, has stereotype expectations and assumptions about how people should think and behave at various age levels. As far as I know, the only thing I can’t do now that I could do at 35 is run a 10k race, and that is only because of a lingering injury. I plan to work around that in the next couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is my birthday. How old am I? One day older than yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6372140973499154115?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6372140973499154115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6372140973499154115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6372140973499154115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6372140973499154115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/nuthin-but-number-sort-of.html' title='Nuthin’ But A Number, Sort Of'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5J2-Oxui8S4/TyYD_ROWpII/AAAAAAAAEUA/d4PIS3I_V6U/s72-c/bernieonsofa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-9018732568408059745</id><published>2012-01-29T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:39:52.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Do Know How To Whistle</title><content type='html'>OK, I admit it: I’m a bit of a geek about old movies, especially Bogart movies. I was in a film club in high school and we spent time analyzing movies. Movies made in the Bogart era, mid 1930s to mid 1950s are stylistically different from movies made in the mid and late 1960s, which are much different than movies made today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each style has its merits and represents in some way the general social tone of its era. Today’s films show off technology and often seem made for sequels, with endings that tease another chapter in the plot line. Many movies made in the 1960s do not have happy endings; Cool Hand Luke is a pretty good example of that. Movies in the Bogart era mostly made some point and most ended with some hero winning some kind of battle or walking away into the sunset, metaphorically at least; Casablanca comes to mind. That is simplistic analysis but you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casablanca is my all time favorite movie. I’ve seen it at least twenty five times and have read many books and articles on the making of that classic. It is certainly not without some flaws in both plot and style, but there are so many great elements in it, including memorable lines, drama, comedy, music, quirky characters and social commentary. In the end, Bogie’s character “does the right thing” and gets drawn into “fighting the good fight” for a cause. A bit of trivia … Ronald Reagan was considered for the lead role at one point in the casting process. It never would have become a classic. There were numerous directors hired and fired during the shoot. Bogart and Ingrid Bergman had some on-screen chemistry but had none off screen; some accounts say they didn’t like each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the most famous and quotable lines in Casablanca, both spoken during pivotal plot points in the last few minutes, weren’t decided till after the scenes were shot and the movie was almost completely edited. When the German guy is shot by Bogart’s character Rick at the airport, Police Captain Renault explains it away by shouting “round up the usual suspects!” That line was an afterthought. And the very last scene, when Rick and Renault are walking away into the fog, Rick says “this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” That line was not in the original script and the directors had to get Bogart to comeback months later and voice that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_juNgh--Jw/TyWfHvezXqI/AAAAAAAAET4/w5bPz1bHfMA/s1600/LaurenBacall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="200px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_juNgh--Jw/TyWfHvezXqI/AAAAAAAAET4/w5bPz1bHfMA/s200/LaurenBacall.jpg" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thinking about all this today because I just watched the last thirty minutes of another Humphrey Bogart movie called To Have and Have Not, based loosely on a Hemingway novel. Like Casablanca, this one has drama, comedy, quirky characters and political intrigue. Oh, and a beautiful female love interest for Bogie’s character, played by an incredibly hot 19-year-old actress co-starring in her first movie. Yep, Lauren Bacall was only 19 then. Their characters fall in love quickly in the plot, maybe an unrealistic scenario for today but “normal” for 1944, and the real life Bogie and Bacall relationship began on the set and ended in marriage a year later, her first and his fourth. Did I mention he was 45 at the time? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little trivia and observation about that movie: Bogart’s character was a boat captain named Harry Morgan … Captain Morgan. Walter Brennan played his often drunk helper … his drunkenness leading him to be called a “rummy”. Captain Morgan? Rum? Anyway, that movie has a few memorable lines two. This video contains my favorite: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MheNUWyROv8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more actor trivia: Bogart was born on Christmas Day in 1899, died in 1957, a few weeks after his 57th birthday, from esophageal cancer probably related to life-long smoking. He appeared in 75 movies (I think I’ve seen about 20 of them). Bacall is still alive, now age 87. She has appeared on screen in movies as recently as 2008 and off screen in 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-9018732568408059745?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/9018732568408059745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=9018732568408059745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/9018732568408059745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/9018732568408059745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-do-know-how-to-whistle.html' title='You Do Know How To Whistle'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_juNgh--Jw/TyWfHvezXqI/AAAAAAAAET4/w5bPz1bHfMA/s72-c/LaurenBacall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1057156438107401207</id><published>2012-01-29T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:05:05.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight Correction</title><content type='html'>I made a mistake in my previous post. The primary is Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1057156438107401207?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1057156438107401207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1057156438107401207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1057156438107401207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1057156438107401207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/slight-correction.html' title='Slight Correction'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2996224001174990863</id><published>2012-01-28T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:47:26.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Guy Again</title><content type='html'>I was tempted to post this after hearing the results of today’s Florida primary, but why wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you hadn’t figured this out yet, I think Newt is a ridiculous phony who would be dangerous for the country if elected President. One part of me actually wants him to be the Republican candidate because that would guarantee Obama’s re-election. But another part of me wants the election to be about fair choices between two decent candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also know I voted for Obama last time and although it is not a certainty, it is likely I’ll vote for him again. My biggest disappointment with him has been his lack of standing up and fighting. However, it looks like he’s warming up to that idea. I read this earlier in the week (sorry I don’t remember where):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obama also pushed back on Gingrich’s oft-repeated “food stamp president line,” saying, “I don’t put people on food stamps. People become eligible for food stamps. Second of all, the initial expansion of food-stamp eligibility happened under my Republican predecessor, not under me. No. 3, when you have a disastrous economic crash that results in eight million people losing their jobs, more people are going to need more support from government.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been saying this for as long as I’ve known anything about politics or government assistance programs: the problem is not food stamps, the problem is incompetent people who run those programs and some of the people who take unfair advantage of the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe the government should help people who really need help. Some people abuse the system and those people should not be allowed to take advantage of assistance. Some government employees mismanage the programs; those people should be fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a point in my life, specifically the sixth month of unemployment in the early1980s, when I was probably eligible for food stamps. I was on the verge of losing my home and probably could have declared bankruptcy. I could have begged for help, I could have moved back in with my parents (as a 25+ adult). Ultimately at the last minute I accepted an offer for a job I didn’t really want. If I had waited one more day to make that call the job opening would have been filled and my whole life could have turned out radically different than it did. Most people who need assistance programs like food stamps are not as lucky as I am and do not have the same opportunities I do. And I’m pretty sure most people on food stamps would rather not be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those people who think ALL government programs should be scrapped … feel free to give me your Social Security payouts when I’m in my 70s. You don’t need those government programs, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. It’s about balance, people!! Manage the programs! Fix what’s wrong! Eliminate the wasteful ones and correct problems with the effective ones! Government can be a good thing for us and part of that depends on who the leaders are. We have the right to choose them. When it comes time to vote, don’t sit on the sidelines. Do get out there and vote. And please vote for somebody with integrity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2996224001174990863?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2996224001174990863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2996224001174990863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2996224001174990863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2996224001174990863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-guy-again.html' title='That Guy Again'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3792114333613606118</id><published>2012-01-27T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T13:10:15.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please explain this to me ...</title><content type='html'>It has taken me ten minutes to navigate the "new" Google/Blogger/Gmail/YouTube login just to get to this page ... and it would have been longer if I had the time to read all the new allegedly simplified policies.&amp;nbsp; All I wanted to do was see if a friend was successful in posting a comment; she has had trouble getting to that part of my blog.&amp;nbsp; Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not resistant to change.&amp;nbsp; I don't have a problem with the same company owning most of my online life ... i.e. Google, Blogger, Gmail and You Tube ... I have some kind of presence on all of those ... BUT I want simplified things to be &lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google People ... in case you don't know this, there are other search engines, other blog sites, other email services and other video posting sites.&amp;nbsp; You own a lot but you don't own it all.&amp;nbsp; If I was trying to make money using any of your products, I would be seriously exploring other options right now.&amp;nbsp; Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3792114333613606118?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3792114333613606118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3792114333613606118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3792114333613606118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3792114333613606118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/please-explain-this-to-me.html' title='Please explain this to me ...'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3017937677185767092</id><published>2012-01-27T09:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:33:00.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Quote</title><content type='html'>All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Henry Ellis &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3017937677185767092?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3017937677185767092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3017937677185767092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3017937677185767092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3017937677185767092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/interesting-quote.html' title='Interesting Quote'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3887520221848625155</id><published>2012-01-26T08:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:16:00.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions 5</title><content type='html'>And the last in this series ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care who wins the Super Bowl this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you follow any teams? Why? City pride? Sexy athletes? I follow some teams and mostly for city pride. I've lived in six different cities so sometimes it is tough to pick one over another. My current faves are Washington DC teams, partly because that's my current home town; or more like home region. I still like the Cowboys, the Packers and of course the Saints, my original hometown team. I lived in Chicago too but not long enough to love a team. I like the Baltimore Ravens too but they came into existence after I moved away (a whole 35 miles). Teams tend to have interchangeable players and sometimes interchangeable cities. Before Baltimore had the Ravens they had the Colts, who are now in Indianapolis. The Washington Nationals used to be the Montreal Expos before they became DC's first major league baseball team since the Senators became the Texas Rangers decades ago. So who is your team??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3887520221848625155?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3887520221848625155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3887520221848625155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3887520221848625155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3887520221848625155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions-5.html' title='Questions 5'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1259062241628271731</id><published>2012-01-25T08:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:15:00.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions 4</title><content type='html'>Would any of the current Republican candidates be a good president? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I watched the entire Meet the Press and heard commentary about the election. Consensus of those panelists is that Newt won't be the nominee. My real takeaway, however, was the positive feeling I have about a popular Repub who is not running ... New Jersey governor Christie. He's the guy to watch in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1259062241628271731?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1259062241628271731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1259062241628271731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1259062241628271731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1259062241628271731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions-4.html' title='Questions 4'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7301521325778920647</id><published>2012-01-24T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:14:00.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions 3</title><content type='html'>Is your attitude about snow different when it happens in November than when it happens in January? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend posed this question as I was text-whining about snow last weekend. Hmmm. It always snows here in Maryland during January but it doesn't snow in November every year. It did snow here last November and I was probably whining about it. Does it snow in November where you live? In January? At all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7301521325778920647?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7301521325778920647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7301521325778920647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7301521325778920647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7301521325778920647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions-3.html' title='Questions 3'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1073854454460144346</id><published>2012-01-23T08:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:13:01.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions 2</title><content type='html'>Are you afraid of dying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older you get the closer you are to the only certainty in life: death. Family members start dying, maybe friends too. You start to see the reality of mortality. Does that make you fear your own mortality? Why? Sometimes that thought scares me to death, so to speak. I think it is because there is so much more life to live. I'm just not done yet. And hopefully I have plenty of time left. Your thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1073854454460144346?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1073854454460144346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1073854454460144346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1073854454460144346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1073854454460144346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions-2.html' title='Questions 2'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4876309629415924294</id><published>2012-01-22T18:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:13:06.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions 1</title><content type='html'>I'm doing a series for the next few posts. Here is the first one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you buy gasoline?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do ads touting the qualities of various brands influence your decision? &amp;nbsp;Or do you choose the gas station on the right side of the street with the low price?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4876309629415924294?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4876309629415924294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4876309629415924294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4876309629415924294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4876309629415924294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions-1.html' title='Questions 1'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7256150422575523554</id><published>2012-01-21T23:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:07:50.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newt? Seriously?</title><content type='html'>So THIS is who the conservative, evangelical, tea party, righties of South Carolina want to run our country? The guy who while publically criticizing President Clinton for having an affair was having his own affair at the same time? The guy who as Speaker of the House CAUSED the government gridlock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpekcv_yClo/TxuLglvsyNI/AAAAAAAAETw/8cmLp6_hAUw/s1600/Newt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpekcv_yClo/TxuLglvsyNI/AAAAAAAAETw/8cmLp6_hAUw/s320/Newt.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write off one state, but heaven help us if voters in other states pick this sanctimonious phony too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7256150422575523554?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7256150422575523554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7256150422575523554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7256150422575523554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7256150422575523554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/newt-seriously.html' title='Newt? Seriously?'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpekcv_yClo/TxuLglvsyNI/AAAAAAAAETw/8cmLp6_hAUw/s72-c/Newt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2932995776836517693</id><published>2012-01-20T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:48:29.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Etta</title><content type='html'>I love most music but my favorite is blues. A legend of that genre died today. Etta James had a powerful voice and this&amp;nbsp;signature song from early in her recording days makes that point.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_1uunRdQ61M" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2932995776836517693?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2932995776836517693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2932995776836517693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2932995776836517693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2932995776836517693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/etta.html' title='Etta'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_1uunRdQ61M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3165581170094271403</id><published>2012-01-19T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:14:39.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Float like a butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqHC9Xk8I_k/TxjN0h3X87I/AAAAAAAAETg/5GmKdihRTtE/s1600/MuhammadAli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqHC9Xk8I_k/TxjN0h3X87I/AAAAAAAAETg/5GmKdihRTtE/s200/MuhammadAli.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ali recently&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Muhammad Ali turned 70 this week. He has lived with Parkinson's disease for nearly half his life. He won many fights during his boxing career but this is a battle he will never win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the 1980s I had never heard of Parkinson's; then my Dad was diagnosed with it. It started with a small occasional shake in his hand. Over the next fifteen years it robbed him of his hobbies, his retirement, his self esteem, his mobility and his smile. Eventually it killed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a recent photo of Ali brought a flood of memories back ... thoughts of how vibrant he was during his career, like my Dad, of his sneaky sense of humor, like my Dad's, of how some of those characteristics peeked through the progressively worsening disease, again like Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some negative health issues are preventable or manageable but others like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parkinson's are not. There is no cure, although there is a little progress in managing symptoms. It helps when famous people like Ali (and Michael J. Fox and Janet Reno) allow us to see what they are dealing with, but until we deal with a debilitating issue ourselves in some way, diseases like Parkinson's seem like other people's problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Ali hasn't always led a perfect life but he is definitely a fighter in more ways than just his boxing career. In my opinion, that makes him an inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3165581170094271403?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3165581170094271403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3165581170094271403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3165581170094271403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3165581170094271403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/float-like-butterfly.html' title='Float like a butterfly'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EqHC9Xk8I_k/TxjN0h3X87I/AAAAAAAAETg/5GmKdihRTtE/s72-c/MuhammadAli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2978099730825760301</id><published>2012-01-18T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:02:23.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Stuff</title><content type='html'>- Yesterday a co- worker said to me, "Aren't you too young for cataracts?" I said "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;- I was in a meeting today with eight co- workers and I am pretty sure four of them have ADD. Is it contagious?  We have an agenda for the meeting and try to follow it oh look there's an ambulance what time does it start my ears get cold. &lt;br /&gt;- Is standing in front of a snack machine when you're on a diet anything like standing in front of a bar when you're an alcoholic?  Face the demon but don't succumb to the temptation. &lt;br /&gt;- Speaking of addictions, I heard recently that there might actually be something called iPhone addiction. I would believe that.  From personal experience. &lt;br /&gt;- I've lost the first few pounds of the twenty but it's taking more time than I had hoped. &lt;br /&gt;- This is the second post of assorted observations in which I didn't use the 'R' word (as in the name of this blog).  Sometimes I embrace a challenge. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2978099730825760301?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2978099730825760301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2978099730825760301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2978099730825760301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2978099730825760301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-stuff.html' title='Some Stuff'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2382738475998847839</id><published>2012-01-17T06:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:24:01.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinventing</title><content type='html'>I have been writing about my self-discovery journey for a few years. The project has been mostly successful, with just a few loose ends remaining. But I have been thinking about a companion project that is more like a reinvention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a much better understanding about myself and the various beliefs and personality traits that make me &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. A possible next step is to change the balance of those factors, specifically which ones I show. That might be just a little too much strategy. After all, I am who I am and anyone who is close to me eventually sees the whole picture. Part of the self-discovery was for me to see the whole picture myself and change some parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone through this yourself? Do you know who you are? What parts do you share? Do you want to be somebody else? Do you want to change the way others see you? Do your closest friends ever see the whole you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see myself as a moderately interesting man who leads a very interesting life. I make a good living, have a fun job, get to meet famous people, have been semi-famous myself a couple of times on a small local level. Sometimes I’d like to be seen as a very interesting, fun, exciting man. I’d like to walk down the street with a small entourage and be greeted by every fifth person because they know me. I’d like access to special places that others can’t go, like the West Wing (where I actually did go once) or backstage at the Kennedy Center (or the Kennedy Space Center).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am more of an observer than a participant. That is my own choice. Part of my job is public but most of my personality is not. I am an open book about my personal life, up to a point, but I have a line over which only a few people are allowed to cross (and none of them have really even tried).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REbmFeV0xBk/TxOK8a3GzdI/AAAAAAAAETY/vvX36e4WoxI/s1600/berniehatphoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REbmFeV0xBk/TxOK8a3GzdI/AAAAAAAAETY/vvX36e4WoxI/s200/berniehatphoto.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So should I reinvent myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won’t. “Slightly modify” is closer to what I will likely do. I might change the balance of what I show off but at the core I will remain the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first leg of my self-discovery journey is mostly over. The second leg will be to take what I now know about me and open myself to showing more parts, to display a bigger picture. I have the confidence to do that more now than ever. This next chapter could be very interesting. Some people won’t even notice. Others may be surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2382738475998847839?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2382738475998847839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2382738475998847839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2382738475998847839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2382738475998847839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/reinventing.html' title='Reinventing'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REbmFeV0xBk/TxOK8a3GzdI/AAAAAAAAETY/vvX36e4WoxI/s72-c/berniehatphoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2447509372624096050</id><published>2012-01-16T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:03:29.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Timely Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2447509372624096050?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2447509372624096050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2447509372624096050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2447509372624096050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2447509372624096050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/timely-quote.html' title='Timely Quote'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5855758707275559432</id><published>2012-01-15T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:53:37.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There she is, Miss ...</title><content type='html'>I took a channel surfing break from football last night and stumbled on the Miss America competition. Wow, I haven't seen that in years. I used to watch it as a kid, before I could fully appreciate the result of watching fifty scantily clad females parading before my eyes. Mom, Dad, my sister and I would try to predict the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, how could I not watch two hours of beautiful women today? On the other, why would I watch this obviously phony throwback to an era when women were objects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some contestants do actually go on to have careers that show off more skill and intelligence than what we see during the pageant. Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjOwyERkxJs/TxM8beOGRDI/AAAAAAAAETI/MX0f0XFsGcc/s1600/LeanzaCornett1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjOwyERkxJs/TxM8beOGRDI/AAAAAAAAETI/MX0f0XFsGcc/s200/LeanzaCornett1.jpg" width="156px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leanza Cornett 1993&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Williams 1984 - singer/actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Carlson 1989 - Fox News anchor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbye Turner 1990 - CBS reporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leanza Cornett 1993 - actress/TV show host (Entertainment Tonight, Who Wants To Marry A Millionaire and dog shows on Animal Planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta Burke 1974 - Actress (Designing Women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis George 1971 - TV host and anchor (CBS Morning News, NFL Today, Rose Bowl Parades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_UDPDR6AjY/TxM8d-pGcZI/AAAAAAAAETQ/riClU7lHK7o/s1600/LeanzaCornett2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_UDPDR6AjY/TxM8d-pGcZI/AAAAAAAAETQ/riClU7lHK7o/s200/LeanzaCornett2.jpg" width="132px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leanza Cornett now&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann Mobley 1959 - actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Meriwether 1955 - actress (Barnaby Jones, Mission Impossible, Dr. Kildare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I met a former contestant once. Shannon Bream, a Fox News reporter/anchor who interviewed me for a story when she was a reporter for the local NBC station, was Miss Virginia in 1990 and finished in the top 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two past winners were from the Washington DC area, where I now live, and one from nearby Fredericksburg VA. None were from my hometown New Orleans or any other city where I’ve lived, although two were from Denton TX near Dallas (I lived there for a few years). Some are from places (or near places) where I have friends: three from Denver, two from Honolulu and one from Asheville NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing started in 1921, ironically just two years after women got the vote. The original event was staged to draw visitors to Atlantic City after the summer season. I think the swimsuit part was the most important judging criteria for decades but two-piece suits weren’t even allowed till the late 1990s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on TV except sports is now slick and precisely timed, so the show ended right at 11 (or more precisely as 10:57). The winner announcement came just moments before the end so the traditional long walk was much shorter and I barely heard that familiar song. The host used to sing it … “there she is, Miss America, blah blah etc etc.” Now it is pre-recorded and short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do pageants like this still matter? Did they ever matter? In some ways they can be career launchers but in other ways they are mostly an excuse to show some skin. It seems that would draw a male audience but I think I might actually lose points on my man card just for watching ten minutes of that show instead of the Broncos-Patriots game. Although shouldn’t I get some points for favoring 20-year-old women in swimwear over 20-year-old men in helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, last night’s Miss America Pageant had higher ratings than the game. Maybe Tebow should have worn a Speedo. (I would have immediately switched to the Weather Channel).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5855758707275559432?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5855758707275559432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5855758707275559432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5855758707275559432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5855758707275559432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-she-is-miss.html' title='There she is, Miss ...'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BjOwyERkxJs/TxM8beOGRDI/AAAAAAAAETI/MX0f0XFsGcc/s72-c/LeanzaCornett1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1995048487577918898</id><published>2012-01-14T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:11:14.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkPzXMINlMM/TxI1eYuislI/AAAAAAAAETA/zkRqzdmr9wM/s1600/saintsphoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkPzXMINlMM/TxI1eYuislI/AAAAAAAAETA/zkRqzdmr9wM/s200/saintsphoto.JPG" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My New Orleans Saints got into the playoffs again, which is still relatively rare when considered over their whole time in existance.&amp;nbsp; But they lost tonight to the San Francisco 49ers.&amp;nbsp; The lead changed three or four times in the last four minutes, making it a very exciting game.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my lucky hat didn't help.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year!&amp;nbsp; Geaux Saints!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1995048487577918898?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1995048487577918898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1995048487577918898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1995048487577918898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1995048487577918898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xkPzXMINlMM/TxI1eYuislI/AAAAAAAAETA/zkRqzdmr9wM/s72-c/saintsphoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-320908728288794172</id><published>2012-01-13T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:50:47.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It or Isn’t It?</title><content type='html'>3pm Friday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey, where is everybody? Oh, I forgot, the office closed early for the holiday.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is Martin Luther King Day, celebrated on the third Monday of January, close to the civil rights leader’s birthday. It was first observed as a federal holiday in 1986, a state holiday in many states over some time and observed by all states by 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30pm Friday: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“See you Tuesday.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Tuesday? Don’t you mean Monday?” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“No, Monday is a holiday. See you Tuesday.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many businesses did not observe it as a ‘close the office’ holiday but rather as a floating holiday or an optional holiday for employees, along the lines of Veteran’s Day. I don’t remember when my company began to close the office for this day, but it doesn’t seem that long ago. I do know it’ll be closed this year and our offices were closed early today in honor of the three-day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do you think it is a holiday or not? And should it be? Or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone alive in the first half of the boomer era knew of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He was a highly visible leader in the civil rights movement right at the beginning of the TV news era and in the middle of a volatile time in American history. He was a preacher and preached a non-violent but persistent approach to gaining rights for all Americans not just the white ones. He was gunned down on April 4, 1968 and seven days later President Johnson signed the Civil Rights Act of 1968, which prohibited discrimination relating to the sale and financing of housing. African-Americans were the part of the U.S. population most affected by this and similar legislation but these law and the rights associated with them were and are for all Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on, I remember many white people saying MLK Day was mostly an observance for black people. That is kind of a knee-jerk reaction and I might very well have felt that way at one time too. But this man, more than any before or since, was a true leader and inspiration, equal in his own way to other American historical figures for whom we celebrate with holidays. In my opinion, this should be a holiday, as much for most businesses as it is for government offices and schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, however, I’ll mention that I am going into work on Monday. I didn’t really sink in till today that this truly is a holiday weekend and I could have planned better but I am behind on many projects and need a quiet day to catch up. I work in a 24/7 industry so I don’t take all the holidays, by the way; I usually work on President’s Day and Veterans Day but I take the more traditional holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, however, I think I will take King Day off and participate in a Day of Service activity of some kind. For one thing, he was around in my lifetime. For another, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "Life's most persistent and urgent question is: 'What are you doing for others?'" That seems to me to be a great way to honor an American leader and hero … much better than shopping the King Day sales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-320908728288794172?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/320908728288794172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=320908728288794172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/320908728288794172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/320908728288794172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-or-isnt-it.html' title='Is It or Isn’t It?'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1111363611968388050</id><published>2012-01-13T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:31:00.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Normally I would use the word ‘randomness’ in the title of this post but a friend suggested that I stop using that word. I’ll take her up on the challenge, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0Tx1OUc6iA/Tw-Xy8Qxm-I/AAAAAAAAES4/5lQnHX6xOHA/s1600/focuspicture.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0Tx1OUc6iA/Tw-Xy8Qxm-I/AAAAAAAAES4/5lQnHX6xOHA/s200/focuspicture.bmp" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I continue to be in awe of medical science, specifically with respect to eye issues. The sharpness and clarity of what I see through the eye I had surgery on is amazing. The word ‘focus’ in this picture is on a bulletin board above my desk at work and it is now actually in focus … through that eye … not through the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It’s kind of cool that my keyword for the year is ‘focus’ and the first major thing I did this year is have eye surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The New Orleans Saints are in the playoffs. Maybe they’ll be in the Super Bowl again. Geaux Saints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Only forty days till NASCAR season begins. This is the year I will finally get to a race … I hope. A new work friend has some very interesting access and he knows I’d like to join him on some of those adventures. Maybe I can be his photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This winter has been warmer than normal so far, but snow is in the forecast. I really do not want snow this year. Can’t it just wait? Next year would be great. Not this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- OMG, today is Friday the 13th!&amp;nbsp; Anything happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down to write this post I had a lot more to say, but now I can’t remember any of it. So I guess that’s it for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1111363611968388050?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1111363611968388050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1111363611968388050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1111363611968388050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1111363611968388050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/assorted-thoughts.html' title='Assorted Thoughts'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0Tx1OUc6iA/Tw-Xy8Qxm-I/AAAAAAAAES4/5lQnHX6xOHA/s72-c/focuspicture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4474290835680374986</id><published>2012-01-12T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T19:43:55.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Education 101</title><content type='html'>A co-worker and I were having one of our regular winding, long-winded conversations the other day and at some point the topic turned to education. He was wondering why some states have education systems that are so much better than others. I mentioned that Maryland, where we are, is usually on any list of high quality education and the bottom of the list usually included Louisiana (my home state), Mississippi, Alabama and Arkansas. Two of my best friends are products of Louisiana and Arkansas educations and they are pretty smart, so maybe lists don’t mean much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuocW94HLIE/Tw99zDdTe3I/AAAAAAAAESw/6pv9k8lx29c/s1600/teacherpicture.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuocW94HLIE/Tw99zDdTe3I/AAAAAAAAESw/6pv9k8lx29c/s200/teacherpicture.png" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By an interesting coincidence, I got an email today from a Maryland Congressman congratulating Maryland for coming out Number One on a just-published list of states with the best overall education systems. Yeah us! So I dug a little in search of the whole list. I was wrong about most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The states I thought were at the bottom were not. Mississippi is close, at #45 and Alabama is #32. Louisiana is just above mid-point at #23 and Arkansas is near the top!!! Number 5!!! I was way wrong on that one, wasn’t I? My friend’s home state Minnesota is #37 on the list and Ohio, the state he lived in before moving to Maryland, is #10. I also have friends connected to Wisconsin (#18) and California (#33).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top five: Maryland, Massachusetts, New York, Virginia and Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom five (50 states plus DC): #51 South Dakota, #50 Nebraska, #49 DC, # 48 Nevada and #47 Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full list is at the bottom of the pages on &lt;a href="http://www.edweek.org/media/qualitycounts2012_release.pdf"&gt;THIS LINK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrriiiinnnggg!!!!!!! OK class, that’s all for today. For your homework, read a book, any book. Learn something. Class dismissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4474290835680374986?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4474290835680374986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4474290835680374986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4474290835680374986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4474290835680374986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/education-101.html' title='Education 101'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LuocW94HLIE/Tw99zDdTe3I/AAAAAAAAESw/6pv9k8lx29c/s72-c/teacherpicture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5569542279323480431</id><published>2012-01-11T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:20:50.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny but Not Funny</title><content type='html'>Republican candidates in the primaries are providing great drama and comedy these days. I wish they were actually giving us truth and problem solving. I normally don’t care about Republican presidential candidates but this year is a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly always vote Democrat but that is not an automatic choice. I truly believed in Obama last time and I have not given up on him, but I am at least looking at options. Until recently there was exactly one acceptable Republican candidate but now I don’t know. First, my view on the UNacceptables. Bachman – geez, I am so glad she dropped out. This is not her time and maybe it never will be. Gingrich – Godfather of Gridlock. Come on, doesn’t anybody remember the shit that pompous hypocrite caused when he was Speaker of the House? A dangerous man to be Chief. It bothers me that there is even a chance. Perry – stay in Texas, dude, nobody outside of that state believes a word you say. Santorum – believable, but I don’t especially believe I like his views. Paul – he is more ‘maverick’ than Palin was and is very authentic. But I just don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves the obvious – Romney. Some Republicans are finally realizing that he is the ONLY person in the whole current Republican field that can beat Obama and some people are voting for him in primaries. He is not necessarily better, just electable. He seems sincere to me and he might also be one of the few who might pay attention to somebody other than the bosses of his party. But I do have a problem with him. The recent stories about his performance as CEO of an investment group that bought troubled companies, fired lots of people then sold the companies reminded me that the very same group bought the company I work for, fired 10 to 15 percent of the employees and restructured everything into a lean, mean company with thousands of seriously over-worked employees. Hey, we needed some restructuring and there was definitely plenty of inefficiency, but they went too far. Was he the guy in charge when that process began? Hmmm. I do not have a problem with his religion, as some people do, and I do not automatically believe his so-called flip-flopping is an issue … changing one’s mind when presented with new information can be a good quality. Does he flip-flop on core values? I don’t know. Do we know what his core values are? Maybe, maybe not. Do we know what President Obama’s core values are? Not sure. I don’t see either of them as being bad for the country, I just don’t know much about their real beliefs. That is the core of the problem with American politics, in my opinion … it’s all a game and everything is based on electability, saying what advisers say we want to hear. That kind of brings me back to Ron Paul, a candidate who seems to be running his own show. I’m just not sure I like his script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at every debate. I watch these candidates trying to craft their message. I feel sad that solving problems often isn’t center stage. Presidential elections should not be drama or comedy. Obama didn’t cause our current problems and neither did Bush. It’s much more complex than that. I have a gut feeling that Obama is working things around in such a way that some problems will get fixed before the November elections. My prediction from a few months ago stands: the race will be between Obama and Romney, the Republicans will continue to shoot themselves in the foot, they won’t be able to make a case that their guy is really any better than the incumbent, Obama will win by a very small margin and the Repubs will find a clearly strong candidate by the next time. Hopefully both sides will start to focus on problem-solving and stop giving us drama and comedy. This stuff just isn’t funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5569542279323480431?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5569542279323480431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5569542279323480431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5569542279323480431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5569542279323480431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/funny-but-not-funny.html' title='Funny but Not Funny'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-252104863350038820</id><published>2012-01-10T21:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:30:00.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Sight</title><content type='html'>I am no rookie when it comes to understanding vision issues. For one thing, my Mother had eyesight problems for as long as I can remember and was nearly blind when she died. For another I have interviewed people on my radio shows who were experts on limited vision, including executives with Columbia Lighthouse for the Blind and an organization that provides reading services for those with vision impairments. My current experience with cataract surgery, however, has sharpened my view on the subject and given me a deeper perspective on how important sight is to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surgery yesterday was successful. I now have 20/20 vision in the affected eye for anything further than three feet away. For the first time in more than ten years, colors are bright and crisp when viewed through that eye. The photographs on my photo blog look completely different to me now. The page I'm writing the first draft of this post on looks bright white on my computer monitor through one eye, muddy off-white through the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhRNo1-f68s/TwyuDxCwyfI/AAAAAAAAESo/iEtZRGwdGyI/s1600/glassesphoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhRNo1-f68s/TwyuDxCwyfI/AAAAAAAAESo/iEtZRGwdGyI/s200/glassesphoto.JPG" width="157px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All of that is encouraging but also temporarily complicates my life because none of my current prescriptions for glasses are correct. I will need different glasses for reading books that for reading a computer monitor and can read neither in the good eye without glasses. In the bad eye, nothing is sharp beyond one foot and I can’t read anything with or without glasses unless it is six inches away. The current plan is to get the surgery in that eye too, but not for a month or two or until I am certain the first one healed correctly. Meanwhile everything relating to glasses is temporary. Tonight I will buy drug store readers that correct my good eye for reading at computer monitor distance because I can’t do my job without being able to use a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part is that I can now drive without glasses, relying on the new good eye for most visual cues. Tonight I’ll learn if my previous glare problem is gone or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever through this through for yourself? Have you imagined what life is like with vision problems? If you are reading this, you have some sight, but are you reading it with glasses? Close to the monitor? On a smart phone? What about the impact of vision daily life? A small sample of items you regularly encounter that require some level of vision: your job, a map, a smart phone, a recipe, warning labels on drugs, job applications, a speeding ticket, health insurance forms, vending machines, bus or rail system fare card kiosks, a watch, a TV remote, a rental agreement, your kid’s homework, walk/don’t walk signs at intersections, oncoming traffic, elevator buttons, currency. There are many adaptive systems for vision-impaired people but sighted people are still the majority and often we don’t realize the difficulties related to loss of vision till we lose some of our vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for me at this moment, most of my vision issues are related to convenience and are all correctable in the short run. By this summer I will not need glasses at all for seeing anything beyond three feet and I’ll have the correct glasses to assist with reading monitors and books. But all that is temporary. Nobody can predict whether it is three decades or one or sooner, but is likely that at some point in my life my vision will be as bad as my Mother’s was. I can only hope that I’ll be very old by then and it won’t matter as much as it does now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope this experience helps me have better sensitivity to those who live with visual impairment that is far worse than this. Maybe reading about my experience will help you do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-252104863350038820?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/252104863350038820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=252104863350038820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/252104863350038820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/252104863350038820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/eye-sight.html' title='Eye Sight'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GhRNo1-f68s/TwyuDxCwyfI/AAAAAAAAESo/iEtZRGwdGyI/s72-c/glassesphoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2198437042666435105</id><published>2012-01-10T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:41:28.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness Randomness</title><content type='html'>Randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private joke. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2198437042666435105?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2198437042666435105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2198437042666435105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2198437042666435105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2198437042666435105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/randomness-randomness.html' title='Randomness Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1381836489290450080</id><published>2012-01-09T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T18:07:02.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-op Randomness</title><content type='html'>- Eye drops&lt;br /&gt;- The whole surgery process was surreal and remarkably easy. Vision won't be great for several days or even weeks but there are moments where focus is clearer than it was with glasses. I'm very optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;- I'm also bored but that's ok. Taking it easy at home today and tomorrow. Might be back at work as early as Wednesday. Wow. &lt;br /&gt;- I should buy stock in eye drops companies. &lt;br /&gt;- News, soaps or Law &amp; Order reruns?  Choices choices.  &lt;br /&gt;- Couldn't have food or drink after midnight so the first thing I did when I got home was make coffee and lunch. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;- Someone I know who had this surgery said colors get vivid, especially blue and white. She was right. Hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;- I was worried early on in this process because this eye place misspelled my name three times. But other than that everything was great. Good staff, nurses and doctors and everybody explained each step before, during and after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now   More later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1381836489290450080?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1381836489290450080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1381836489290450080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1381836489290450080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1381836489290450080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-op-randomness.html' title='Post-op Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4497873986920510864</id><published>2012-01-08T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:11:55.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-op Randomness</title><content type='html'>- My eye surgery is tomorrow and I'm chilling at home getting ready. &lt;br /&gt;- I can't have alcohol today. No wine. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;- Eye drops, eye drops, eye drops. I was warned. &lt;br /&gt;- I am surprisingly calm, despite my obsessive personality, my lack of experience with medical procedures because I never get sick and the fact that I hate anything in my eyes so much that I've never worn contacts. &lt;br /&gt;- Eye drops. &lt;br /&gt;- On a somewhat related  note, the first  week of my diet has been mostly successful. I only hit the vending machine once and I have been reading food labels looking for fat and sodium information. &lt;br /&gt;- Oatmeal has sodium. Geez. &lt;br /&gt;- Saints won last night, which put me in a good mood. Good moods are good for good health. &lt;br /&gt;- Eye. &lt;br /&gt;- Drops. &lt;br /&gt;- There are risks involved with cataract surgery but they are small. Everyone I know who knows anyone who has had this claims success. You know I am an optimist. I'll be fine. &lt;br /&gt;- Wish me luck anyway. Positive vibes help. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4497873986920510864?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4497873986920510864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4497873986920510864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4497873986920510864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4497873986920510864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/pre-op-randomness.html' title='Pre-op Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-310199589488722374</id><published>2012-01-07T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:43:39.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days</title><content type='html'>You know what I'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-310199589488722374?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/310199589488722374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=310199589488722374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/310199589488722374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/310199589488722374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-days.html' title='2 Days'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4825656521673635246</id><published>2012-01-06T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T07:55:00.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days</title><content type='html'>Three days till my surgery.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly I'm not nervous ... too busy to think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4825656521673635246?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4825656521673635246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4825656521673635246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4825656521673635246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4825656521673635246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-days.html' title='3 Days'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2233778055816761543</id><published>2012-01-04T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T22:16:52.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet? WTF?!</title><content type='html'>I was a skinny boy until after puberty, at which time I was a skinny man. I am 5’11” tall now and that was my height in 8th grade. Back then I weighed 150 pounds and stayed at that weight well into my twenties. My normal adult weight through my thirties and early forties was just under 180, which is normal for my height. For much of the past five, OK ten years I have tipped the scales near 200, sometimes a couple of pounds over that magical, frustrating number with zeroes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that same ten-year period three different doctors told me to lose weight, ideally twenty pounds. Three times I lost ten; three times I gained it back. This year I will lose the twenty and keep it off. You can hold me accountable to that statement. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this promise to myself a few weeks before entering the New Year’s resolution zone and did a fairly good job of not overindulging during the holidays. Now I have resorted to reading labels. Ugh. Low sodium, low fat, low cholesterol blah blah blah. I now have to actually understand what that means and more than that, I have to know what really is “low” and not just the word “low” on the package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. I sometimes still think of myself as that skinny man but there are mirrors in my bathroom so I know better. I am not obese but I am twenty pounds overweight and I will do something about that. I have a few goals related to this. First, the pound number, of course; I will lose twenty pounds by May 20th, the beginning of outdoor country music concert season around here this year. Second, my waist size will be down by one, from a sometimes tight 34 to a comfy 33. Third, the result of the fitness part of my process will be an obvious improvement in physique. I’ll stop and do a few more curls while you’re laughing at that last one. Lah de dah, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, umpff, eight, nine, grunt … TEN. OK. Fourth, somebody will notice the physical changes and comment on them. I don’t know who or when, but I am already high-fiving myself in anticipation. Fifth, I’ll photograph a shirtless me and post the picture on this blog. It won’t scare away any children. It won’t scare you away either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all about health and fitness, but there is obviously also a bit of ego involved. Too many boomers are flabby because they’ve given up on fitness. I was on that path but I’m not on it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still doing this my way, making up my own diet based on stuff I read and things my doctor has told me. If that doesn’t work, a cousin of mine is a retired doctor who is now a consultant for Weight Watchers and I can turn to him for help. I also believe it is possible to lose weight without giving up some of the goodies. I will still eat pizza sometimes. I will eat sweet potato fries when I visit North Carolina and beignets when I visit New Orleans. (I am proud to report that during my recent nine-day road trip I only ate a McDonalds meal once rather than my previous once-a-day pattern on road trips). Portion control is key. And I am on the wagon for two weeks by choice, but after that I will resume my nightly glass of wine. And I will still lose weight and look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year, new focus, new confidence. It’s really that simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2233778055816761543?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2233778055816761543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2233778055816761543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2233778055816761543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2233778055816761543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/diet-wtf.html' title='Diet? WTF?!'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-731628586592491076</id><published>2012-01-03T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:27:08.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>I'm in a writing mood but too tired to elaborate on anything.&amp;nbsp; There is plenty out there, of course ... Iowa caucuses tonight should leave plenty of bullshit and comedy, my mostly successful day with a diet, my new self-imposed work hours that have me leaving home around 6am and my upcoming eye surgery.&amp;nbsp; But I am tired and it's already bed time.&amp;nbsp; So I'll just share this cartoon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbb3Oz_k9P4/TwO4534c4jI/AAAAAAAAESg/NfadnPO5LLE/s1600/newyearsresolutioncartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbb3Oz_k9P4/TwO4534c4jI/AAAAAAAAESg/NfadnPO5LLE/s320/newyearsresolutioncartoon.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-731628586592491076?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/731628586592491076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=731628586592491076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/731628586592491076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/731628586592491076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbb3Oz_k9P4/TwO4534c4jI/AAAAAAAAESg/NfadnPO5LLE/s72-c/newyearsresolutioncartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7073794243210289622</id><published>2012-01-02T20:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:25:50.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50-yard Line of Life</title><content type='html'>Many boomer men are thinking about/obsessed with making a mark with their lives. They wake up on their 50th birthday and realize they’re first-and-ten and less than fifty yards from the end zone. Pass or run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hit a mid-life crisis of sorts, with the stereotypical red sports car, girlfriend half their age, career change, etc. The rest of us just think about the future and the meaning of life. Also typical, I guess. Nobody knows the meaning of life but some of us want to find meaning and purpose in our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might be part of why I am on the verge of big changes in my own life. I see the end zone but I think a lot still is ahead in the next forty or fifty yards. I want to do something important; I want to have a positive impact on other people’s lives, strangers as well as friends. Most of all I want to be remembered. I want someone to miss me when I’m gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucket lists come out of this kind of thought process. I commented on mine in a recent post but the list is longer than what’s in that post. I have accomplished a lot in my career, for example, but I want to revisit some of my earlier goals with the current overlay of experience. In the ‘help people’ area, I made a promise to myself twenty years ago while in a hospital unable to walk due to the injury that landed me there: do volunteer work relating to mobility. I haven’t done that yet. On the bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the ‘live for today’ aspect of boomerdom. Life is short so why wait so long for things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is the “A Christmas Carol” effect. A dear friend asked me recently why I love that play so much. Basically it is the renewal aspect of the plot … the main character used to be fun, caring, selfless but he let life turn him bitter. After the ghosts visit he realizes this and begins to live life again. I have let things get in the way of activities I used to enjoy: running, biking, dancing, to name three. I am not bitter but I definitely hold back when it comes to having fun. Time to stop holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say on this topic, but for now I’ll sum this up with a line from the movie Shawshank Redemption: It comes down to a simple choice, get busy living or get busy dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7073794243210289622?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7073794243210289622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7073794243210289622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7073794243210289622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7073794243210289622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/50-yard-line-of-life.html' title='The 50-yard Line of Life'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5264382042519323322</id><published>2012-01-01T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:31:16.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Randomness</title><content type='html'>So here are a few random things floating in my head tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m listening to classical music right now, specifically Handel’s Concerto No. 1 in B Flat Major. It is complex, upbeat, interesting and relaxing all at the same time. It is a peaceful auditory backdrop for the visual cacophony of my cluttered home office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The biggest problem I face in reaching my goals is getting past procrastination. Case in point: my cluttered home office that I should have spent all day de-cluttering. I did other things instead. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Photography is a passion but sometimes I take a break from it. I’m not sure why. My recent road trip provided numerous photo opportunities yet I shot only a few pictures and most with my iPhone and not my Nikon SLR. And I haven’t posted them on my photo blog or facebook yet. Procrastination again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fortunately I have attacked my new fitness plan successfully. Doc said 30 minutes a day five days a week. I’m actually hitting that goal so far, including during my vacation. I’m struggling with the diet part a little, partly because of the holidays and partly because of some habits. I eat healthy but I eat too much. Portion control is key for me and at least I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I did start the food part with two pattern-breakers this weekend. I made soup and divided it into reasonable size leftovers. I also made wraps for the first time. I buy them for lunch sometimes and decided to try making my own. Success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5264382042519323322?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5264382042519323322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5264382042519323322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5264382042519323322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5264382042519323322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-randomness.html' title='New Year Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2036047554696451226</id><published>2012-01-01T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T11:07:43.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibnpHz_Zj0c/TwCEuM_fkxI/AAAAAAAAESU/aj-wm4huPss/s1600/2012graphic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibnpHz_Zj0c/TwCEuM_fkxI/AAAAAAAAESU/aj-wm4huPss/s400/2012graphic.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2036047554696451226?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2036047554696451226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2036047554696451226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2036047554696451226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2036047554696451226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibnpHz_Zj0c/TwCEuM_fkxI/AAAAAAAAESU/aj-wm4huPss/s72-c/2012graphic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2886766150908096342</id><published>2011-12-31T23:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:26:29.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE 2</title><content type='html'>It’s thirty minutes till 2012 here in the Eastern Standard Time zone. I am counting the minutes to the new year, a ritual I have observed for as long as I can remember. New Year’s Eve used to be a lot of fun for me and I remember many of them. Sadly, the last fun one for me was the beginning of Y2K. I had a small party and brought in the new year and century with a few select friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good year but fell short of many goals. I am very optimistic about 2012 … it will be ‘my year’ on many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just re-read my post from the end of last year in which I explained my “process” and declared my keyword for the year. Three years ago it was “play,” two years ago “simplify” and this past year was supposed to be “focus.” Funny how the process post I wrote a few days ago declared “focus” as my word for the coming year. I definitely need it and so I’ll stick with that because I did not do a very good job of it in 2011. I have, however, done well with “play” for the past few years. No regrets about that at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year’s Day is my favorite holiday, in part because it represents renewal. Out with the old, in with the new. For me, it’s out with the negative parts of the old but in with the positive learned experiences and lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my very special friends LS, PC and LVB who help me in ways that are hard to put into words. Happy New Year to them and to you, whoever you are. Thanks for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2886766150908096342?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2886766150908096342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2886766150908096342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2886766150908096342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2886766150908096342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/nye-2.html' title='NYE 2'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2740231303367712335</id><published>2011-12-31T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:43:55.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I'm in a writing and chatting mood today, like I often am on New Year's Eve.&amp;nbsp; I'll probably post more later and will likely text several friends tonight as midnight draws near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Meanwhile, here is something I saw on facebook today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Calibri; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t let someone who gave up on their dreams talk you out of going after yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2740231303367712335?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2740231303367712335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2740231303367712335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2740231303367712335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2740231303367712335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/nye-1.html' title='NYE 1'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3475571567111526220</id><published>2011-12-30T10:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T10:18:00.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Religious Thing</title><content type='html'>Religion is a personal matter in my opinion and that is why I moved away from most organized religions. I did, however, help start a Unitarian Universalist congregation fifteen years ago. I am no longer a member of that particular group but I still identify with the general principles of the UU denomination. It is a very open faith that explores wisdom from many faiths. Services are often inspired by those of other religions and cultures and some of my favorites draw from Native American beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago I was reading a section I had marked years ago in a book called “The Wisdom of the Native Americans,” a collection of Indian oration edited by Kent Nerburn, a religion and art expert from Minnesota. This part is very much in sync with my beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worship of the Great Mystery is silent, solitary, free from all self-seeking. … It is solitary because we believe that God is nearer to us in solitude and there are no priests authorized to come between us and our Maker. … Our faith cannot be formulated in creeds, nor forced upon any who are unwilling to receive it; hence there is no preaching, proselytizing, nor persecution, neither are there any scoffers or atheists. Our religion is an attitude of mind, not a dogma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me is this: religion and spirituality are things we decide on for ourselves as individuals and not as a result of somebody else telling us what to believe. We can share our thoughts with others in conversation or group church services, but ultimately it all lies within us each as one person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3475571567111526220?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3475571567111526220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3475571567111526220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3475571567111526220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3475571567111526220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/religious-thing.html' title='A Religious Thing'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7670933507363076456</id><published>2011-12-29T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:10:02.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Risks</title><content type='html'>Everything in life involves some kind of risk. We risk our lives just driving to work every day. Travelling by plane, opening the front door, falling in love all involve some element of risk. I am not known as a risk-taker but I have certainly taken my share. I am usually more subtle about it and I tend to favor calculated risks. I want to fully weigh the odds before deciding to risk anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwP1IisAgqU/Tv0Owfo95PI/AAAAAAAAESI/yObbFvC6nTE/s1600/Goofiness+012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwP1IisAgqU/Tv0Owfo95PI/AAAAAAAAESI/yObbFvC6nTE/s200/Goofiness+012.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is on my mind tonight because a few hours ago I had my final pre-op doctor visit before eye surgery. The guy who is doing the surgery has a very calm nature and inspires confidence. He also outlines in excruciating detail the risks involved in cataract surgery. I think I heard him say “the risks are very small” at least five times. I asked him if I was turning green. He said no. That kind of surgery is almost routine for most people but I happen to have another eye issue that increases some of the risks for me. Most people have good outcomes with this surgery and most patients are older than I am. Being younger than average and having a mild but incurable degenerative eye disease feeds into the negative side of my obsessive nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read and re-read the informed consent form, asked my usual twenty questions, then signed the document. Knowing me as I do, I will continue to obsess for the remaining twelve days before he digs into my eye, removes one thing, inserts another and closes it. While I dwell on that, I will also remind myself that EVERYBODY I know who has had this procedure came away with good results. Everyone I know who knows somebody who has had this procedure said those people came away with good results. Friends, including one in the medical profession, encourage me and hopefully will to continue their positive thoughts as I annoy the shit out of them with my obsessive worrying. I predict that one or two days before the operation, the balance of my emotions will have shifted to the positive side and I will go there with confidence and achieve the expected good outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I’ll try some humor to calm me and steer my focus away from the risks. After all, the surgery is all in the eye of the beholder. Here’s looking at you kid. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7670933507363076456?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7670933507363076456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7670933507363076456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7670933507363076456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7670933507363076456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/risks.html' title='Risks'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YwP1IisAgqU/Tv0Owfo95PI/AAAAAAAAESI/yObbFvC6nTE/s72-c/Goofiness+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-431539295039901779</id><published>2011-12-28T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:24:36.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was Better</title><content type='html'>My first day back at work after the December Road Trip was much better than yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Things are too busy, as usual, but the work is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, so that's all I have to say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-431539295039901779?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/431539295039901779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=431539295039901779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/431539295039901779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/431539295039901779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-was-better.html' title='Today Was Better'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-8261054029597960940</id><published>2011-12-27T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T21:22:09.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Sucked</title><content type='html'>Warning: this post is entirely negative except for the very last part. I apologize in advance. I’ll be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was crappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miscalculated today’s trek from Birmingham to Roanoke by 90 minutes, then encountered another 90 minutes of delays due to three traffic jams near Chattanooga and two more near Knoxville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect truckers but I hate that I have to share the road with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the afore-mentioned traffic delays involved accidents in which 18-wheelers were on their sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some drivers are just plain stupid. Many others are bullies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a great mood when I started out this morning but that changed 30 minutes into my drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of a miserable drive I started thinking about how busy it’ll be at work when I return there tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah, whine, whine, whine. You know I’m usually positive, so maybe I’ve earned this departure from the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a positive.&amp;nbsp; Except for today, this December road trip equaled last year’s, maybe bettered it. I have awesome friends in North Carolina and Louisiana and awesome family members in Louisiana. I am blessed to have been able to spend time with them. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow I’ll focus on that and it’ll help me get through the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-8261054029597960940?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8261054029597960940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=8261054029597960940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8261054029597960940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8261054029597960940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-sucked.html' title='Today Sucked'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4793779757681906413</id><published>2011-12-27T08:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:49:13.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Process Returns</title><content type='html'>It’s that time of year again, my faithful readers, where I begin my annual “process,” a month long look back and look forward evaluation of where my life is and where it is going. I start around New Year’s and continue through my birthday near the end of January. I have been writing about it since this blog began and have been utilizing this technique for much longer. Some years it serves as great goal-setting and other years it makes for a nice blog post but is ignored starting the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year seems like the latter, partly because I don’t remember what I said last year (I’ll look it up before completing this post) and partly because action on one very important personal matter is still stuck in neutral. I know, however, that I spent more time with people who are important to me, which included some travel to Virginia Beach, Asheville and New Orleans. I saw plenty of live music, including concerts by U2, Toby Keith, Tim McGraw, Keith Urban and Duran Duran. I connected with some old friends I hadn’t seen in years and went to a few pro sports events including the Nationals, Redskins and Capitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My road trips were interesting, with activities like beach walks, hiking to waterfalls, wine tasting at Biltmore, photography, a play, a movie and endless conversation. My local friend time was enhanced by my decision to drive to other parts of the expansive DC area like Fairfax, Arlington, Silver Spring, Woodbridge and Baltimore rather than just whine about my daily Frederick-Rockville commute rut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s on the agenda for the coming year? I am just beginning the process but two things top the list for the first three months: eye surgery and finally turning the page on that personal matter I mentioned. Between January and March, nothing else matters to me. Successfully reaching those two goals will affect April and May too. Some time in the next month I’ll figure out the rest of the year, but right now I need to focus on those two things. I don’t remember what my “word of the year” was for 2011, but the word for 2012 has to be “focus.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4793779757681906413?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4793779757681906413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4793779757681906413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4793779757681906413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4793779757681906413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/process-returns.html' title='The Process Returns'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-315938329883271004</id><published>2011-12-25T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T23:02:45.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and Home</title><content type='html'>Well, time for the homeward part of the road trip. This is always the hardest part. I am very much connected to New Orleans and feel at home here but this hasn't been my home for a long time. My home is definitely Maryland but sometimes I don't feel a deep connection there. Even if I could make a good living in New Orleans, which I can't, I would probably still choose Maryland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who move away from their home town or state often develop personalities and lives that are different from siblings or friends who stay behind. When they visit home, they are still connected but feel a bit disconnected. That's my story. I think I retained some of the positives of growing up here and discarded what I believe are the negatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting here and spending time with friends and family from the past help me appreciate them and the uniqueness of New Orleans. At the same time I appreciate the directions my life has taken. I am lucky to have the best of both worlds. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-315938329883271004?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/315938329883271004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=315938329883271004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/315938329883271004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/315938329883271004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/home-and-home.html' title='Home and Home'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4082487113846442621</id><published>2011-12-25T06:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T06:20:00.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas from my New Orleans road trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9FiuW7SS00/TvY1RQKfZeI/AAAAAAAAER8/hLCMpT5tJkU/s1600/Bernie+photo+12-24-2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9FiuW7SS00/TvY1RQKfZeI/AAAAAAAAER8/hLCMpT5tJkU/s320/Bernie+photo+12-24-2011.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4082487113846442621?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4082487113846442621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4082487113846442621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4082487113846442621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4082487113846442621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9FiuW7SS00/TvY1RQKfZeI/AAAAAAAAER8/hLCMpT5tJkU/s72-c/Bernie+photo+12-24-2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7907786340210813532</id><published>2011-12-24T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:20:31.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Know</title><content type='html'>Men can be sensitive and emotional without having to surrender their man card. I am totally secure in that part of my own personality. I am just as much 'cave man' as the next guy but it's usually subtle. I choose to show more of the sensitive side. &amp;nbsp;Maybe that's a mistake. Tough shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is prelude to this: &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I get emotional when I visit New Orleans during the holidays. I was pretty cocky when I left this place decades ago. I knew there was so much more world to see, experiences to live, people to meet and things to learn. I was right. People here can be so narrow-minded and isolated from the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have learned since, however, is that people here instinctively know things others from elsewhere don't know. For example, having a good time is just part of the local DNA. Dancing to music in the street while holding a drink you walked out of a bar with. (bad grammar is part of life here too, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is another one. People here accept flooded streets, corrupt politicians, humidity and mosquitos. New Orleans is in the Central Time Zone but there is an accepted yet unspoken thing you could call New Orleans Time. If you have a 2 pm meeting, don't assume it will start at 2. It might. It might not. &amp;nbsp;And it may seem that people are lazy and slow and not getting anything done ... till you wake up one day and see how much they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really miss this quirkiness all that much in my present life but when I'm here It all floods back into my psyche. That sometimes produces an emotional reaction. Yeah yeah yeah, sensitive schmensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the emotional reaction likely comes from a disconnect between my present and my past. My life could have been very predictable and stable had I stayed here; it was moving in that direction till the end of high school. My adult life proved to be very unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My present life is pretty exciting and sometimes I don't realize it till somebody else points it out. You get what you focus on and my goal is to focus on the positive. Allowing myself some emotion when I'm here ultimately results in my acceptance of the influence this place had and has on me. I left New Orleans but it hasn't left me. That's a good emotion. Shedding a tear when I hear the song in this post is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to share New Orleans. &amp;nbsp;Friends who read this, be prepared. One day you will &amp;nbsp;visit here with me and see this place through my eyes. It will be one of your life's most memorable adventures. I'll try not to get too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nXFFI9budNI" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7907786340210813532?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7907786340210813532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7907786340210813532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7907786340210813532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7907786340210813532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know I Know'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nXFFI9budNI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4335673537847202481</id><published>2011-12-23T09:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:12:14.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost of Christmas Future</title><content type='html'>Wow, a five-hour gab fest with the cousins. This is the third time in three years my sister threw a small party for me and the cousins on Dad's side of the family. It is always fun to see what paths they have taken over the years and this time we just couldn't shut up. It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cousins are all older than me so maybe I'm seeing into the future when I spend time with them. Some of the conversation is about our youth, some relates to our present, some is sharing various 'family secret' items we've picked up along the way. And I got to hear enough about medical stuff to last a lifetime  We all look like our parents did at our present ages, which is kind of amusing too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to see I'm not the only one without children and some of us do not live in houses we've paid off. Three of us have not retired and two of us probably never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for time in the military nobody in the room last night has lived outside of southeast Louisiana except me. I moved away a long time ago and lost touch with them. I am happy to be able to see them again and grateful that they took time to visit. Time is the most precious gift someone can give. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4335673537847202481?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4335673537847202481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4335673537847202481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4335673537847202481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4335673537847202481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/ghost-of-christmas-future.html' title='Ghost of Christmas Future'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6148558005256247019</id><published>2011-12-22T09:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:38:32.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Lesson</title><content type='html'>When some people think about New Orleans in the six years since Hurricane Katrina nearly destroyed the town they think residents are crazy for sticking around and rebuilding. My take is different. I see a lesson in survival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this while sitting on my sister's front porch in the Lakeview neighborhood, a part of town that sat in eight feet of flood waters for three weeks after the storm.      When I lived in this house as a kid this porch was three feet above the lawn. Now it's eight feet up. Damn flood ain't gonna mess with this house again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street I'm looking at has better blacktop than before Katrina, the sidewalk is now smooth and level, unlike pre-K days when it buckled from uneven settling ground and the grass is green. I still clearly remember this scene six weeks after the hurricane. The street was torn up, the ground was brown with caked dirt leftover from the receding cesspool flood waters and there were abandoned cars in the median, parked there by evacuees hoping the vehicles they couldn't take with them would be safe sitting a foot higher than street level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hit me this morning, however, as I look over this scene is this:  the trees and shrubs in the median are the same ones that were here that week I helped my sister throw away most of the flood-soaked  contents of her house. That week those trees looked dead. But they survived and now they thrive. There are many vacant lots around here but there are also many rehabbed houses. And many new houses. Many of the people on this block came back and rebuilt. Their lives survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the lesson and inspiration. If you want something bad enough you can have it. People here have a "let the good times roll" mentality that often masks an incredible tenacity. I guess if you willingly live in a town that sits three feet below sea level and is almost entirely surrounded by water, you learn to survive. Either that or you're too lazy or stupid to move to higher ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan to ever live here again but I celebrate the positive and continuing lessons learned from my connection with this unique place. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6148558005256247019?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6148558005256247019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6148558005256247019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6148558005256247019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6148558005256247019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/interesting-lesson.html' title='An Interesting Lesson'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4621573608901475925</id><published>2011-12-21T10:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:34:21.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Road Trip Randomness</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day of winter and I'm wearing a t-shirt.&amp;nbsp; I woke up in Birmingham, Alabama, where it is 67 degrees at 8am.&amp;nbsp; Every now and then I miss living in the south.&amp;nbsp; After a week I come to my senses.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fitness room in this hotel actually had more stuff than just a treadmill.&amp;nbsp; Real weights.&amp;nbsp; Three mornings in a row of success in my new fitness plan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in New Orleans for the next few days, staying in my sister's guest room which was my room when were kids growing up in that house.&amp;nbsp; It is an interesting experience because after extensive post-Katrina renovation, the house isn't really the same as it was.&amp;nbsp; Yet in many ways it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stubborn yet flexible, cold and hot, emotional and lacking emotion, giving and taking, secure with dots of insecurity, logical yet artistic and all of that comes out during a road trip to my hometown.&amp;nbsp; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent two and a half days in Asheville and did not take one picture with a real camera.&amp;nbsp; Kind of odd.&amp;nbsp; Being that wrapped up in conversation is something I don't get enough of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't taken any pictures in Birmingham either but that's because I only use this as a convenient stop.&amp;nbsp; And I have an interesting post-Katrina connection with the part of town I stay in.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise I don't care much about this town.&amp;nbsp; Sorry.&amp;nbsp; (not really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet I take a bunch of pictures in New Orleans.&amp;nbsp; One of the most photogenic places on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the road.&amp;nbsp; More later.&amp;nbsp; Happy Winter Solstice.&amp;nbsp; Happy Hanukkah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4621573608901475925?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4621573608901475925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4621573608901475925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4621573608901475925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4621573608901475925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/more-road-trip-randomness.html' title='More Road Trip Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6433119896418043124</id><published>2011-12-20T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T18:16:48.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 2011 Road Trip Randomness</title><content type='html'>Well, I’m on the road again, eating and drinking my way through the south. Here is the first round of random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbEP3o2fZbA/TvEXA3j6IWI/AAAAAAAAERw/ESn9rS2kXAM/s1600/toystorephoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbEP3o2fZbA/TvEXA3j6IWI/AAAAAAAAERw/ESn9rS2kXAM/s200/toystorephoto.JPG" width="133px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- I totally love Asheville NC. It feels like home. Have now visited six times. Would live there if I could make a living there, but that’s just not in the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Part of what I like there is a very awesome friend. We are just friends but feel free to use us as proof that straight men and women can actually be friends without any drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Saw the David Sedaris-written one-man play called Santa Land Diaries. Awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Two doctors I saw last week suggested I lose weight and exercise five times a week instead of just two or three. That’s a challenge on a road trip, but so far so good. Most of my breakfasts so far have been yogurt and cereal; most other meals were salad-oriented. Wine and a couple of beers – well, this IS a vacation. But I have used hotel fitness rooms two mornings in a row and will do the same again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is my first paperless vacation. No paper reservations, no paper maps, no paper note-taking. Everything is on my iPhone. Cool and scary and the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; We visited a toy store.&amp;nbsp; Yes that is a propeller on that cap.&amp;nbsp; No I did not buy the cap (but I thought about it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6433119896418043124?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6433119896418043124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6433119896418043124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6433119896418043124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6433119896418043124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-2011-road-trip-randomness.html' title='December 2011 Road Trip Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbEP3o2fZbA/TvEXA3j6IWI/AAAAAAAAERw/ESn9rS2kXAM/s72-c/toystorephoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5475391867694816541</id><published>2011-12-15T08:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:27:28.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One</title><content type='html'>And so I’m offering this simple phrase to kids from 1 to 92, although it’s been said many, times many ways …..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object allowfullscreen="true" height="255" id="uvp_fop" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v205678641&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v205678641&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Sorry about the commercial))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5475391867694816541?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5475391867694816541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5475391867694816541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5475391867694816541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5475391867694816541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-one.html' title='Another One'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1710231082345842852</id><published>2011-12-12T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T21:05:04.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty or Nice</title><content type='html'>So what is more fun, naughty or nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7iJ-CZC3Xg/TuayvYMtglI/AAAAAAAAERo/gg0a4LDJiEc/s1600/SantaNaughtyNice3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7iJ-CZC3Xg/TuayvYMtglI/AAAAAAAAERo/gg0a4LDJiEc/s200/SantaNaughtyNice3.gif" width="173px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think I am a nice guy. My own take on me is that I am a nice guy with a naughty streak. That’s funny to me because most people in my current circle of friends and acquaintances can’t picture the naughty side unless they’ve actually been around me during those moments. Those from my past who know what I’m talking about aren’t telling. Hmm, I wonder if Santa knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The up side to nice is that it is reliable, dependable and desirable over the long run. Honesty and trust are good qualities. And they’re boring, which is the down side. Naughty is a lot more fun. Or is it? Being nice has cost me jobs and girlfriends. My naughty side has led to the occasional slap in the face or embarrassing conversations. My naughty streaks were often fun, sometimes odd and definitely memorable. I can’t really talk about most of it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty might be more fun but if given the choice, I’ll pick nice every time. Well, almost every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correlation between naughty and nice and presents from Santa seems pretty fuzzy. I have received good and bad presents during both naughty and nice phases. No connection. No cause and effect. Doesn’t matter anyway. While I am grateful for gifts, the only thing I really want from anybody this year is a little of their time. For many of my closest friends and family members, time is more expensive than any gift card or shirt and a lot more precious to me. And it looks like I’ll get what I’m asking for. See, nice can be kinda nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1710231082345842852?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1710231082345842852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1710231082345842852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1710231082345842852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1710231082345842852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/naughty-or-nice.html' title='Naughty or Nice'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7iJ-CZC3Xg/TuayvYMtglI/AAAAAAAAERo/gg0a4LDJiEc/s72-c/SantaNaughtyNice3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7217132128003407956</id><published>2011-12-10T12:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:09:32.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Roads</title><content type='html'>I'm going to see this guy and&amp;nbsp;six other country music singers tonight, partly for work and partly for pleasure.&amp;nbsp; As I was watching this video a few minutes ago I was thinking about the two-lane backroad I live near.&amp;nbsp; Mine is a fairly well-developed state highway but it is only two lanes, it runs througn several small towns (the largest has a population of 3500) and sometimes there are large, slow-moving tractors&amp;nbsp;slowing the pace a bit and reminding us that this county was and to some degree still is filled with farmland.&amp;nbsp; I sort of like the relaxed life of living here but I can't actually make a living in these towns, so I take two Interstate highways filled with traffic jams to my work place more than 40 miles away.&amp;nbsp; The commute is killing me.&amp;nbsp; I will be moving, hopefully early in the new year.&amp;nbsp; I'll miss the two-lane backroads but I will not miss the commute or the sense of isoloation or the ridiculous distance between where I live and where my real life lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watch the video.&amp;nbsp; Pretty cool vid and song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-R9GrGheMRw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7217132128003407956?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7217132128003407956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7217132128003407956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7217132128003407956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7217132128003407956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-roads.html' title='Back Roads'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-R9GrGheMRw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2929174648183487023</id><published>2011-12-09T23:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T23:55:44.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The one who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever been before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-A. Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2929174648183487023?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2929174648183487023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2929174648183487023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2929174648183487023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2929174648183487023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-point.html' title='Good Point'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7651351853300855546</id><published>2011-12-08T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:25:50.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up and Focus</title><content type='html'>That pesky holiday depression keeps sneaking up on me. Actually it’s more like regular depression. I think the real cause is that there is just too much on my plate and not enough time to get it done. I’m a bit of a control freak and big chunks of my life are not within my control this month. Way too much to do and way too little time to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past twenty years I have read at least five self-help books and countless self-help articles, interviewed three different psychologists on my radio shows and even took one of the recorded Tony Robbins courses. All of that advice is pretty much the same and can be summarized in two thoughts: 1) you get what you focus on and 2) every time you fall, stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can choose to focus on the negatives in our lives and if we do, we will usually find more negatives. Conversely, we can choose to focus on the positives and, well, we will find more positives. That is the advice I give others and usually follow myself. I am self-aware enough to recognize my breaking points and if I’m paying attention, I can spot them before I reach them and do something about it. But sometimes I stumble. When I fall, I should stand up. Again, that is the advice I give others but sometimes as I’m wallowing in a negative pity party, I forget to stand up. Fortunately I eventually remember. Things might be a little blah for me right now but I know I have been much further down in the dumps than this. Every time I have fallen into the negative pit this fall (ironic name for this season, isn’t it?), I have stood up and grabbed onto something positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I remember from some self-help gurus is this: surround yourself with positive people and discard the negative ones. That’s a little harsh but it works. Or if you choose to keep a few negative people, make them a project; try to swing them into a more positive zone. I have a few “project” people in my circle. I don’t think any of them read this blog. And I definitely do have positive people in my circle, and some of the most important ones do read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a real up and down day today but one thing that helped me stand up a couple of times was a song. In fact, my favorite Christmas song, the one I mentioned a few posts ago … The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire). I decided to find a few more versions and share them with you. Here is one I heard today. Enjoy. Happy Holidays. I am very excited that I will see at least two of my positive friends later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UEkwWw6rQrg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7651351853300855546?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7651351853300855546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7651351853300855546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7651351853300855546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7651351853300855546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/stand-up-and-focus.html' title='Stand Up and Focus'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UEkwWw6rQrg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2961379732069572115</id><published>2011-12-07T22:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:20:36.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghoti</title><content type='html'>If your native language is American English, you might think it is a fairly easy language to learn. Remember, however, that you’ve had a lifetime to learn the nuances. But try to find logic in some of our language and you might understand why it is so difficult for immigrants to learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few examples, starting with one inspired by my early morning hunger pains today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break fast&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;breakfast&lt;/em&gt;. I believe the terms are related, but the words with identical spellings have different pronunciations. When you eat for the first time after fasting for awhile, you break your fast. &lt;em&gt;Break&lt;/em&gt; is pronounced like &lt;em&gt;brayk&lt;/em&gt;, with a long &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;, and the &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; rhymes with &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt;. But the 1st meal of the day, when you break the fast of not eating since dinner last night, is pronounced &lt;em&gt;breck&lt;/em&gt;, rhyming with &lt;em&gt;wreck&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;fast&lt;/em&gt; said more like &lt;em&gt;fust&lt;/em&gt; … shouldn’t it be spelled &lt;em&gt;breckfust&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--qHHKjvL-Xc/TuA0BGkppAI/AAAAAAAAERg/C0-Fws6zG4A/s1600/ghoti.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140px" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--qHHKjvL-Xc/TuA0BGkppAI/AAAAAAAAERg/C0-Fws6zG4A/s200/ghoti.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a threesome: &lt;em&gt;Signature&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;nature&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;natural&lt;/em&gt;. In &lt;em&gt;signature&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;nature&lt;/em&gt; part is pronounced &lt;em&gt;nah-tur&lt;/em&gt;. Actually the &lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; is said like &lt;em&gt;ch&lt;/em&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;sig-nah-chur&lt;/em&gt;. Nature, referring to the great outdoors, is said with a long &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;, like &lt;em&gt;nay-chur&lt;/em&gt;. Natural, which is related to nature, is pronounced with the &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; part rhyming with &lt;em&gt;bat&lt;/em&gt; … and again the &lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; said more like &lt;em&gt;ch&lt;/em&gt; … &lt;em&gt;natch-u-ral&lt;/em&gt; (the &lt;em&gt;ral&lt;/em&gt; sort of like &lt;em&gt;ruhl).&lt;/em&gt; Easy, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;National&lt;/em&gt; is another one that defies logic. &lt;em&gt;Na&lt;/em&gt; rhyming with &lt;em&gt;bat&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;tion&lt;/em&gt; said like &lt;em&gt;shun&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;al&lt;/em&gt; said like &lt;em&gt;uhl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh&lt;/em&gt; – the &lt;em&gt;gh&lt;/em&gt; is like an &lt;em&gt;f&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;u&lt;/em&gt; is very quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women&lt;/em&gt; – ok, that should be pronounced &lt;em&gt;woh-men&lt;/em&gt; but the &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; part rhymes with &lt;em&gt;sin&lt;/em&gt; … &lt;em&gt;wimen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nation&lt;/em&gt; – there’s that &lt;em&gt;ti&lt;/em&gt; sounding like &lt;em&gt;sh&lt;/em&gt; again and a long &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the title of this post … &lt;em&gt;ghoti&lt;/em&gt;. The &lt;em&gt;gh&lt;/em&gt; in laugh, the &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt; in women and the &lt;em&gt;ti&lt;/em&gt; in nation. Think about that next time you eat &lt;em&gt;fish&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2961379732069572115?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2961379732069572115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2961379732069572115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2961379732069572115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2961379732069572115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/ghoti.html' title='Ghoti'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--qHHKjvL-Xc/TuA0BGkppAI/AAAAAAAAERg/C0-Fws6zG4A/s72-c/ghoti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-8397444574356183126</id><published>2011-12-05T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:39:50.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List 3.0</title><content type='html'>The ‘bucket list’ concept has appealed to me ever since I first heard the term used more than ten years ago. I have been a list-maker as long as I can remember and it seems natural to list things I want to do before I “kick the bucket.” It is a logical form of goal-setting. Making lists for my career has helped me hit many goals, such as working in several big cities, hosting a radio show heard in multiple time zones, hitting certain income levels; list-making for personal goals, no matter how out of reach they might seem, makes perfect sense to me and is a great first step toward hitting the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started bucket lists a couple of times in the past few years but was inspired to share this list this week by a recent blog post from my friend &lt;a href="http://elizinashe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eliz in Asheville&lt;/a&gt;. Here are some of the items I am willing to admit out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hike the Bright Angel Trail into the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Visit the Tuscany region of Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn to speak Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn to play an instrument well enough to play in public (saxophone, piano or guitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Have a conversation with a U. S. President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go cross-country skiing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Spend a New Year’s Eve in Time Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Climb a rock wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Write and publish a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Write a song that gets recorded by a singer somebody has heard of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Finish college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go on a Blues Cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Narrate a Discovery Channel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take a week-long landscape photography course taught by John Shaw or David Muench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Celebrate my 100th birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are other items on my bucket list but they are too weird or personal to share here. So what is on your bucket list? Please share in Comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-8397444574356183126?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8397444574356183126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=8397444574356183126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8397444574356183126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8397444574356183126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/bucket-list-30.html' title='Bucket List 3.0'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3248582457344654391</id><published>2011-12-04T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:48:57.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words To Live By</title><content type='html'>Jimmy Valvano was a famous basketball coach, most notably during his years at NC State in the 1980s. Being the occasionally clueless guy that I am when it comes to college basketball, I never heard of him … till today. He was also a broadcaster and motivational speaker during his relatively short life. A friend posted a partial quote on Facebook and I made light of it. She responded diplomatically and posted a link to the speech she was quoting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well worth your time to watch this 10-minute video, even if you have seen it before. He died of bone cancer at the young age of 47, less than a year after the diagnosis, and this speech was delivered as he accepted the first Arthur Ashe Courage and Humanitarian Award about a month before his death. He apparently was an inspiration to the teams he coached but the things he said in this speech are an inspiration to me and others now. These things reinforce some beliefs I hold and often talk about. He sums it up better than I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the whole video. This line is my takeaway from it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are three things we should do every day … you should laugh every day, you should spend some time in thought every day and have your emotions moved to tears, of happiness or joy. If you laugh, think and cry, that’s a full day, a heck of a day. Do that seven days a week and you’re going to have something special.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HuoVM9nm42E" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3248582457344654391?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3248582457344654391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3248582457344654391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3248582457344654391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3248582457344654391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words To Live By'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HuoVM9nm42E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7498417001911192354</id><published>2011-12-04T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T12:06:37.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday TV, Campaigns and Football</title><content type='html'>My usual Sunday morning rituals include a big breakfast, plenty of coffee and watching parts of TV talk shows. I only watch a few minutes of those programs because they don’t really accomplish anything beyond giving political pundits air time to spew their carefully-crafted talking points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: the CBS show this morning hosted by Bob Schieffer. He has been a journalist for more than fifty years, much of it on TV. He is smart, well-prepared and has pretty much seen it all; but like many of his colleagues, fails to dig deep enough. The segment I watched featured a strategist or executive representing each of the two major political parties. Schieffer asked the Republican guest about significant inconsistencies relating to Gingrich and Romney, the current leading contenders for a Presidential candidacy. His response repeatedly avoided answering the questions and re-stated the talking points, which basically is that their strategy is to make Obama a one-term President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTZm0AqCkL4/Ttuoicp4MtI/AAAAAAAAERY/rDzZ61iBg7U/s1600/bobschieffer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="200px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTZm0AqCkL4/Ttuoicp4MtI/AAAAAAAAERY/rDzZ61iBg7U/s200/bobschieffer.jpg" width="161px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schieffer asked the Democrat several questions relating to Obama’s inability so far to fix the economy and create jobs. The guest’s answers kept coming back to his talking points, which mostly related to members of Congress who he said continued to block the President’s efforts to fix the economy and create jobs. Schieffer thanked both guests and expressed appreciation for their appearance on the show. Maybe he was being sarcastic. It was obvious to me that the current strategy of both party’s representatives is to blame the other using quotable talking points while avoiding what I believe to be the real issue: politics over results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential campaigns tend to be more like auditions for the starring role in a four-year television series. We elect the auditioning candidates with the most star power of those who are up for the part. Obama-McCain, Bush-Kerry, Bush-Gore, Clinton-Dole, Clinton-previous Bush. Look who won each of those elections. None of them were great presidents, none of them delivered all they promised (although Clinton probably came the closest) and each of the winners in each race could have won American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a President really have the power to make things happen? To lead in a crisis? They do, but not in their leadership of their administration or Congress. Their strength is in leading the voting public to feel good about certain issues. That results in subsequent action by Congress and others. Clinton had plenty of missteps in office but he made us believe that the economy was the issue and that his background in economics could fix it. He left office with a balanced budget; he also made us wonder if he could finish a whole paragraph without telling some kind of lie. Bush seemed dumber than a box of rocks but he showed true leadership in the months following the terrorist attacks of 9/11. He made us feel that our country could find a way to prevent another attack and in some way avenge that one. He played that patriotism card many more times over eight years, but he left us with the economic crisis we are currently in. Obama made us feel we needed change, a changing of the guard, a move to the other end of the boomer spectrum, a new world in Washington. But he doesn’t seem to have a passion for the job and that hurts him now and could hurt him more in the election next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got all that in a ten minute segment of one TV show. The next segment was about penguins in the Antarctic. Much more fun. Then I switched to the Weather Channel. This afternoon I will engage in another Sunday ritual … watching the Washington Redskins lose another football game. I skip the post-game news conference with the coach – he seems to have the same “non answers” that are so common here in the Washington area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7498417001911192354?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7498417001911192354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7498417001911192354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7498417001911192354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7498417001911192354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/sunday-tv-campaigns-and-football.html' title='Sunday TV, Campaigns and Football'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uTZm0AqCkL4/Ttuoicp4MtI/AAAAAAAAERY/rDzZ61iBg7U/s72-c/bobschieffer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1147908313793262611</id><published>2011-12-02T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T22:55:32.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing a Song</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favorite songs on Coldplay's new CD.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1G4isv_Fylg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1147908313793262611?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1147908313793262611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1147908313793262611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1147908313793262611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1147908313793262611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/sharing-song.html' title='Sharing a Song'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1G4isv_Fylg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-446310273964738861</id><published>2011-12-01T22:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T22:53:55.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho and Bah Humb….</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the best way to solve a problem is to admit having the problem. So rather than trying to ignore it, I’ll just come right out and say that I’m struggling with holiday depression. I go through this every year, so I’m used to it. Fortunately it comes in waves, usually just a few days or hours at a time, and not the months-long emotional adventure it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve studied it, read about it and interviewed experts on my radio shows. I know plenty about holiday depression. In my case, part of it is a lingering set of mismatched expectations. I grew up in a stable, predictable family environment in which each holiday season was pretty much like the previous one. Mostly it was good, enjoyable and pleasant. Things changed in my adulthood, as it does for most people. My life is generally good but I’ve had periods of instability, unpredictability and dysfunctional family and personal situations. Those emotional and situational extremes fight with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6WMHafTDsc/TthLkJuKLUI/AAAAAAAAERQ/OV08h7oxXAs/s1600/ScroogeSanta2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="184px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6WMHafTDsc/TthLkJuKLUI/AAAAAAAAERQ/OV08h7oxXAs/s200/ScroogeSanta2.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really expect the holidays to be great but I do want them to be. Last year I decided in advance that I was going to have a great holiday season, I defined what that would include in terms of people I would spend time with and activities I would engage in. The result? One of the best holiday seasons I’ve ever had. I spent time with two of my best friends, my sister and some of her friends, a former best bud from high school and two different sets of cousins, some of whom I had not seen in decades and whose children I had never met. All of this happened on a road trip and I didn’t have even a second of holiday depression for those nine days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A similar road trip is on my agenda for this month. I’ll spend time with some of the same people and do some of the same things. There is a little bit of sadness in the cousin circle, including a death and a cancer diagnosis, but I think there will still be some joy in that setting. Maybe I’ll be the one to encourage that. It will be an awesome nine days right in the middle of the season. I’ll probably feel great for weeks after. But right now, tonight and maybe for the next couple of days, I’ll accept that I feel blue and am experiencing some holiday depression. For me, depressing that feeling would make things worse, so I am admitting the problem to myself (and I guess to you) and that should help solve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-446310273964738861?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/446310273964738861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=446310273964738861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/446310273964738861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/446310273964738861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/12/ho-ho-ho-and-bah-humb.html' title='Ho Ho Ho and Bah Humb….'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i6WMHafTDsc/TthLkJuKLUI/AAAAAAAAERQ/OV08h7oxXAs/s72-c/ScroogeSanta2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7830478150236341287</id><published>2011-11-30T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:35:03.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Spirit</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get into the holiday spirit.&amp;nbsp; Music usually helps.&amp;nbsp; This is my favorite Christmas song (although my 2nd or 3rd favorite version - but&amp;nbsp;his recording is&amp;nbsp;the most famous version).&amp;nbsp; Merry Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Happy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/__kQ1PCP6B0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7830478150236341287?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7830478150236341287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7830478150236341287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7830478150236341287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7830478150236341287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/holiday-spirit.html' title='The Holiday Spirit'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/__kQ1PCP6B0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1483039214020786010</id><published>2011-11-29T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:43:04.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Puns</title><content type='html'>Timing is everything and maybe so is laughter. I was in a bad mood at work this afternoon, took a break to check personal email and found a note from a friend that contained a list of puns. These are the ones I laughed at and that laughter pulled me out of the bad mood. Enjoy. And laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The fattest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You stay here; I'll go on a head.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. In a democracy, it's your vote that counts. In feudalism, it's your count that votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at him and says, 'I'm sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. One turns to the other and says 'Dam!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1483039214020786010?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1483039214020786010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1483039214020786010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1483039214020786010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1483039214020786010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/16-puns.html' title='16 Puns'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3252977756387148664</id><published>2011-11-28T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:54:54.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random or Fate</title><content type='html'>Friendships are often random and “just happen” but sometimes you get an opportunity to actually design a friendship. Meeting this person might start as a mix of randomness and fate but when it becomes obvious that a genuine friendship connection has been made, two people can determine exactly what defines that friendship. Some of it might still be a natural evolving process but it is shaped by communication and mutual agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a real friendship develop online? I believe some of that growth can happen in the cloud but real friendship usually involves at least some in-person time and a sharing of experiences unique to those two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my best friendships began in person and the internet has enabled them to continue across time and distance. I’m mostly thinking about my closest friends from my teens and twenties. I am currently in touch with most of the ones that really mattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that one of my closest friends is someone who I met online, eventually in person and now we maintain a deep friendship through a combination of both. Most of our communication over the past few years has been email, chat and text but we’ve spent some time in person too; and the friendship is strong and real. Developing friendships that way is not something I could have imagined. We have designed our friendship, defied some rules of male-female friendships and honored others, set boundaries in some obvious areas and developed a great communication style that is uniquely ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My longest-running close friendship began through a funny mix of fate and randomness. I flunked chemistry in high school and had to take it again in summer school. She was in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether it is fate or random or both or neither, friendships mean a lot to me. I do what I can to keep in touch with friends. Online friendship maintenance is great but I’ll always chose the in-person option when I have that choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3252977756387148664?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3252977756387148664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3252977756387148664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3252977756387148664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3252977756387148664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/random-or-fate.html' title='Random or Fate'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5959122165001893441</id><published>2011-11-26T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:25:50.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoring the Obvious</title><content type='html'>The ‘politically correct’ mentality that leads businesses and local governments to avoid using the word Christmas annoys the crap out of me. Those who say that saying the word Christmas in connection with this time of year because it might offend somebody completely miss the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you believe or do not believe, Christmas is obviously named for a person, a very influential and well-known person. Whether Jesus Christ is your lord and savior, a messiah, a prophet, a historical figure or some random eloquent speaker from two thousand years ago with a good public relations agent, you can’t ignore the fact that his birthday is celebrated all around the world and that day is named for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXIriJBPgD8/TtGtniwCS3I/AAAAAAAAERI/JC_tFPwKeDw/s1600/IsaidChristmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="313px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXIriJBPgD8/TtGtniwCS3I/AAAAAAAAERI/JC_tFPwKeDw/s320/IsaidChristmas.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Christians believe Christmas is a celebration of the widely-agreed-upon day of his birth (no existing document verifies an exact date). A large number of non-Christians acknowledge Christmas Day and the Christmas season as a time to celebrate peace, love, family and friends, things they all believe in whether they believe anything else he said or not. In America, Christmas is a federal, state and local holiday with religious roots that is now a commercial and government holiday inspired by religious themes of peace, love, family and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year’s trigger for my annual rant on this topic is an ad for Target announcing their sale on Holiday Trees. What?!?! “Holiday” trees? They mean Christmas Trees, don’t they? I don’t think there is a tree for holidays like President’s Day, Labor Day or Memorial Day. Is there an Independence Day tree? Why would anyone not call a Christmas Tree a Christmas Tree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no religion expert, but I’m quite certain that Jews don’t celebrate Hanukkah with a tree and Muslims don’t celebrate Ramadan with a tree. If you are Jewish or Muslim, you are not likely to be interested in a plastic, triangular-shaped tree to be decorated, lit and displayed the corner of your family room for one month each year. So that sale isn’t really for you anyway; it’s for people who celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not a Christian, are you really going to be offended by the word Christmas? If so, then I guess you’ll be at work December 25th each year while everyone else isn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an American means you have the right to celebrate or not celebrate whatever you want. Public acknowledgement of our wide variety of beliefs and traditions is a good thing, an inclusive aspect of our multi-cultural salad bowl. Many groups of people, in the past and the present, celebrate around the time of the Winter Solstice. The Hopi Indians’ Soyaluna Ceremony, for example, is a sacred prayer-offering ceremony in which they pray for the New Year and wish each other prosperity and health. Hmmm, sounds like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is important to not leave anyone out, but that does not mean ignoring anyone either. Avoiding saying the name of a celebration originally based on the dominant belief system that our country is formed on is ridiculous, especially now that the name is so much more inclusive than its origin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5959122165001893441?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5959122165001893441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5959122165001893441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5959122165001893441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5959122165001893441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/ignoring-obvious.html' title='Ignoring the Obvious'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXIriJBPgD8/TtGtniwCS3I/AAAAAAAAERI/JC_tFPwKeDw/s72-c/IsaidChristmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7793525634861340601</id><published>2011-11-25T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T12:19:07.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday Randomness</title><content type='html'>Macy’s opened at midnight last night/this morning. I was asked to be the driver on a little ride to the nearest one, a request which I initially turned down. After looking on their web site, however, I decided to go, partly because there were some sale items I wanted, partly because the crowds would probably be less than the middle of today and partly out of curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowds were less than they probably are as I’m writing this at noon, but by 1:00 a.m. the store was definitely crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff on sale looked better online than in the store, so I only bought two things: flannel sleep pants that I’ll probably use a lot and a Jerry Garcia tie that I might only wear a couple of times a year (but it was half price).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first half of my sixty minutes in the store I was sure we were the only shoppers over the age of twenty. It was apparently teen date night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five other stores in that mall were also open, including Radio Shack and Victoria’s Secret – which both appeal to me for obvious different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story teller in me is glad I did this. The pragmatist says ‘check that off the bucket list and don’t do it again’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in four malls during the past three days and have yet to buy a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have Black Friday, Cyber Monday and a new one this year called Small Business Saturday. I plan to support the new one tomorrow by shopping at a quirky store near where I currently live. I might even buy a gift there – they have products you don’t usually see at a typical mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I do not plan to leave my house today. No travel traffic, no mall traffic. I will clean my house, open a bottle of wine and drink some of it while I watch LSU beat Arkansas on television. Happy Holidays. Thanks for visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7793525634861340601?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7793525634861340601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7793525634861340601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7793525634861340601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7793525634861340601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-friday-randomness.html' title='Black Friday Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-61703940743110154</id><published>2011-11-24T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T13:52:44.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Fake but ...</title><content type='html'>Clouds are amazing things, aren't they?&amp;nbsp; I took this yesterday with my iPhone, while in my car at a stop sign.&amp;nbsp; The clouds look fake but they are real.&amp;nbsp; The only enhancing on this shot is&amp;nbsp;a little bit of&amp;nbsp;added contrast thanks to Photoshop.&amp;nbsp; The little crescent shaped black thing in the middle-right is a smudge on my windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg1x5MWJv4A/Ts6SToO31KI/AAAAAAAAERA/y8bkI4JXe0A/s1600/Clouds+-+iPhone+Misc+2011+11+24+010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="218px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg1x5MWJv4A/Ts6SToO31KI/AAAAAAAAERA/y8bkI4JXe0A/s400/Clouds+-+iPhone+Misc+2011+11+24+010.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-61703940743110154?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/61703940743110154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=61703940743110154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/61703940743110154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/61703940743110154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/looks-fake-but.html' title='Looks Fake but ...'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mg1x5MWJv4A/Ts6SToO31KI/AAAAAAAAERA/y8bkI4JXe0A/s72-c/Clouds+-+iPhone+Misc+2011+11+24+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3945135645761496591</id><published>2011-11-24T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:36:49.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Thanksgiving Day !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3945135645761496591?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3945135645761496591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3945135645761496591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3945135645761496591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3945135645761496591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1523240536268225186</id><published>2011-11-23T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T19:28:18.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlet Mall Randomness</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I visited a “snooty” mall and a “normal generic” mall. Today’s little shopping adventure involved going to a nearby outlet mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shop here several times a year, always visiting Eddie Bauer and Reebok/Rockport and usually buying something at one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted today was shoes, specifically casual shoes in some shade of brown with a sole that might not be slippery on wet pavement like the shoes I am about to throw away because they are slippery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reebok and Rockport did not have what I wanted, which is a first. I’ve always been able to find what I’m looking for there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike, Bass and one or two others did not either, not in my size anyway. Am I too picky? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I tried on Timberlands was ten years ago. They never fit right. But I walked into their outlet store anyway, just to see what they had. I walked out with two pairs of casual shoes in shades of brown. Maybe I found a new brand today. Maybe I was duped. I’ll let you know in a few months or the first time I slip on wet pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to avoid holiday traffic on I-70, I tried to take a parallel non-interstate route home. I got lost in Hagerstown because I assumed two things: that I knew where the other highway was and that there would be signs directing me to the other highway. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is NOT an ad for any of the brands I mentioned nor is it an endorsement. I just want to be clear about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know that just because something is at an outlet store does not mean it is the same style or quality as that same brand but sold at a lower price. I do know that some products are made specifically for the outlet malls, often at a slightly or greatly reduced quality level. But I have been generally happy with purchases of my favorite brands at their outlet stores, so I keep going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never be confused with a guy who has style, but I do sort of have “a look.” Jeans, khaki and brown cargo pants, long sleeve t-shirts in various shades of blue and rust, plaid shirts or solid-color Henley shirts. I should call it “suburban 45-year-old.” Think that’ll catch on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still have a closet full of Hawaiin shirts, just in case that style comes back. Or in case I just feel like wearing them. I don’t really care that much about style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1523240536268225186?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1523240536268225186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1523240536268225186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1523240536268225186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1523240536268225186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/outlet-mall-randomness.html' title='Outlet Mall Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6366205973376589534</id><published>2011-11-22T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T18:09:21.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall Randomness</title><content type='html'>Like many people, I have brand preferences in certain product categories. For clothes, I usually buy Eddie Bauer and Dockers and if I go to a typical mall I usually shop at Macy’s. My first stop at a local outlet mall is the Eddie Bauer store. Those choices probably put me one or two notches above the very middle of middle class, but I am just as much at home in Wal-mart as I am in Macy’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that is a setup for these random observations about two malls I visited today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was a “high end” mall I hadn’t visited in years and I entered through Bloomingdales, probably the most “common” of the stores there. Every sales clerk who said “can I help you” seemed snooty; maybe it was obvious I was wearing Bauer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately checked out the “sale” rack of men’s shirts. Regular price: $135. WTF?!?! Even at 30% off, the price was still $95. No way. I don’t pay even half that much for ordinary shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloomingdales oozes elegance, yet there was a stock clerk hauling boxes of stuff through the aisle on an old, rusty hand truck. And in another part of the store I had to walk around an aluminum ladder left in the middle of an aisle. I’ve worked retail before and those two things aren’t (or weren’t) tolerated even at Sears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food court in this mall had none of the usual franchise eateries. A pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was a “normal” mall. By that, I mean a mall with all the predictable stores you see at nearly every mall. I entered through the only upscale store there, a Nordstrom’s. Didn’t bother to even look at prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food court had a McDonald’s, Subway, and, you guessed it, a Panda Express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Macy’s there had lots of stuff on sale but I only wanted shoes, and I didn’t see what I was looking for. I shop at this particular Macy’s six or seven times a year, but for the first time I can remember, everything in the men’s department was moved around. I actually got lost trying to find my way back into the mall. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was in this Sears store was to buy a TV more than ten years ago. Everything in that store is in exactly the same place it was back then. The only difference: the TV and home electronics department now is surrounded by plexiglass walls with theft-deterrent alarm thing at the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dreaded “black Friday” is three days from now yet this mall was packed, at 2pm on a Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big deal for Macy’s and Penney’s to open at 4am the day after Thanksgiving last year. Signs in the mall this week say Macy’s will open at Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shopping trip had nothing to do with gifts. I was only shopping for myself today. This adventure was another reminder that online shopping is a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most men, I actually like shopping, but I am a very focused shopper. I know what I want before I go; I find it, buy it and leave. If I browse, it is usually to check out other things I regularly buy that I didn’t plan to buy that day, just in case something I want is on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, do you like men to wear cologne? I got a whiff of some powerful scent reminiscent of one I used to wear and thought I was going to pass out. Is there really any appealing men’s cologne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal today was shoes and maybe a shirt. I bought neither. I did get iPod headphones and some blank DVD-Rs. I could have found those items at Wal-mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya have it. I wonder why I was mildly depressed as I left. Maybe because of the pouring rain. Or the disconnect between the festive holiday decorations and the grumpy store employees. The three traffic jams I encountered on the way home didn’t help. Hopefully that’s the only depression I experience this holiday season. I have an awesome holiday road trip planned; no malls are on the itinerary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6366205973376589534?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6366205973376589534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6366205973376589534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6366205973376589534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6366205973376589534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/mall-randomness.html' title='Mall Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1676023945592123153</id><published>2011-11-22T06:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:50:00.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Day in History</title><content type='html'>Do you know what November 22nd means to some boomers? Those who know might remember details of that day in the past. Some won’t remember or care. Gen X or Gen Y might think it means Thanksgiving is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my parents talking about the day President Franklin Roosevelt died. His death was tragic but not caused by a person. He died from a stroke on April 12, 1945. I don’t know if my parents remembered that date or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 22, 1963 is a day I remember surprisingly well. I didn’t understand what it meant at the time, or why so many adults were crying and nervous. Teachers were having hushed conversations in the hallways at lunch time. An announcement was made that school would be closing early, which seems like happy news because it was Friday and that meant an early start to the weekend. But why were the adults so sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:30 p.m. on Friday, November 22, 1963 United States President John Kennedy was shot and killed on the streets of Dallas, Texas. People loved Kennedy, even people who voted against him and didn’t agree with his politics. He represented youth at the time and a departure from politics of the past. I didn’t know any of that at the time, of course, because I was too young. I mostly remember that he and his whole family were on TV a lot, trend-setters emulated their sense of fashion and comedians imitated their Massachusetts accents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really understand what a President was but I knew this guy was important. I did know what ‘thou shalt not kill’ meant so I knew that it was a bad thing because somebody killed him. The unfolding story dominated all the TV channels. The suspected assassin was captured, and awhile later was escorted into jail in front of cameras. My most vivid memory of that time is from Sunday, however, as I watched somebody step out of a crowd on live TV and assassinate the assassin. Talk about reality TV!! I think my parents turned off the TV after that. We had all seen enough that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are, 48 years later. November 22nd still stands out to my eyes on a calendar, but the day goes by almost unnoticed to most people I know. Media coverage ramps up on zero-year and five-year anniversaries, but the 48th may go mostly unnoticed. Except by curious me. And now you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1676023945592123153?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1676023945592123153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1676023945592123153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1676023945592123153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1676023945592123153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-day-in-history.html' title='This Day in History'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-745898450045338515</id><published>2011-11-21T06:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T06:42:00.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>If the eyes are the windows to the soul, what happens when the window gets foggy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about my eyes a lot lately. Why? Because I am fifty days away from cataract surgery. That makes me feel a lot older than I am. Medical treatments like that are more often associated with 80-somethings than with 50-somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first wore glasses in 7th grade and began wearing them nearly every day fifteen years ago. For the past year I have worn them nearly every waking hour of every day. My vision is rapidly deteriorating, which is what led to the decision to finally have this surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpU-vGjLX-U/TsmD8Iu1CqI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/7XVkS-zxVE4/s1600/BL+goofy+02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="148px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpU-vGjLX-U/TsmD8Iu1CqI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/7XVkS-zxVE4/s200/BL+goofy+02.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss is the biggest single issue we face as we age. Loss of friends and family through death, loss of youth, loss of various body and mind functions. We start losing brain cells in our late teens, so this should come as no surprise as we reach 40, 50 or more, but acceptance doesn’t equal liking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss of vision scares me more than loss of mobility, hearing, money or libido. Fortunately, of those five, vision is the only one in jeopardy right now. Vision seriously impacts all but the last of those. With glasses, I can see well enough to drive, work and read. It is difficult to do any of those things without them. Even with the glasses, there are issues related to the cataracts. The decision to have surgery done happened when it begins to affect quality of life. I am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cataract surgery is considered almost routine now. I know two people who have had the operation; one was 52, the other was 80-something. Neither had complications and both were happy with the results. One of them was 52 at the time of the operation a year or two ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes, like many other parts of human anatomy, offer redundancy. We have two of them but we can see with either. I need the surgery in both, so you can see why I am concerned. First operation is scheduled for January and the second will likely be in March. I have a wait-and-see attitude about that second one; I want to be sure the first one was successful. Part of the operation involves a plastic implant, so there is no going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have interviewed two sight-impaired people on my radio shows and they function very well with limited vision. One was actually blind. They each represented support organizations for people with vision issues. But their lives are definitely a struggle. I probably could not do my current job without sight. One of my non-job passions is photography and another is writing. You see the obstacles with both, don’t you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me in person, then you know I can be obsessive about things and sometimes project myself into possible future scenarios, some of them negative. When I was in the hospital years ago after breaking a few things in a fall down some stairs, I was imagining myself not being able to walk. I scared myself needlessly. For several months I did need crutches and later a cane, but within six months my walking was perfectly normal. I even tried running again, although that is more of a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I imagine life without sight and it scares me. Even limited vision scares me. Just the other night I had trouble reading a recipe and seeing chopped onions on a white cutting board was a challenge. Odds are overwhelmingly in favor of completely successful surgeries. In fact, I probably won’t need glasses for distance any more. Those odds do not stop me from being concerned and a little obsessed with the slight possibility of a negative outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little foolish even telling you all of this. My optimistic side assures me all will be fine. Maybe I’m just saying this stuff out loud to give you a little glimpse through the windows into my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-745898450045338515?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/745898450045338515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=745898450045338515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/745898450045338515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/745898450045338515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpU-vGjLX-U/TsmD8Iu1CqI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/7XVkS-zxVE4/s72-c/BL+goofy+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-854290676192976338</id><published>2011-11-20T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:03:11.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen those self-help books or web sites that ask you to define who you are? If you’re like most people, you instinctively answer with a description of what you do. That is probably the point of those self-help queries … you are not ‘what you do’ you are ‘who you are’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our American society, however, we are often defined by what we do for a living or by our primary hobbies or interests. I am a radio commercial producer, talk-show interviewer, former DJ working for the biggest owner of radio stations on earth who is also an avid photographer, traveler, car enthusiast, blogger and would-be musician. But that is not really who I am, it is what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a life-long friend who if asked that question, might say she is a teacher, mother, wife, female gear head and music enthusiast. But that is what she does or is interested in. My take on who she is: an adventurous, moderately risk-taking, caring educator who is passionate about life, love and music, an idealistic but realistic dreamer with a good heart and a desire to make select people in her life happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend could answer the original question by saying she is a self-employed animal caretaker, rescuer, storm chaser, former quality control specialist and hotel front-desk employee. I see her as someone who is curious, passionate about all animals, caring and an idealistic dreamer and music-lover with a good heart and a desire to make select people in her life happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another friend might say she is a psych tech, nursing school student, blogger, former bartender, socializing people person, and music and photography enthusiast. Those are things she does. My take: spontaneous yet grounded adventure-seeker, outwardly friendly but inwardly selective about friendships, artistic, thoughtful, creative, a music-lover with a good heart and a desire to make select people in her life happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this exercise for yourself about yourself. Makes you think, doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? I think I am a curious and idealistic-yet-realistic story teller, people connector, stubborn grounded free spirit who both sets and breaks boundaries, an artistic photography and music-lover with a good heart and a desire to make select people in my life happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I think I see a pattern connecting me and my friends. There is probably another blog story in that observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who you are in the comment section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are one of the three friends I mentioned in this post, tell me (privately) if you see yourself the way I see you … and tell me some more about your own impression of who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-854290676192976338?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/854290676192976338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=854290676192976338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/854290676192976338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/854290676192976338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-567677808346272010</id><published>2011-11-19T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:31:00.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Morning TV Randomness</title><content type='html'>Watching cartoons and old cowboy movies on television was a Saturday morning childhood ritual for me. There were only three or four channels at the time, so there weren’t many choices. This morning I made a partial list of viewing options on the hundred or more channels I currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grease 2 (Michelle Pfeiffer – yummy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A History Channel show about salvaging a giant B25 World War II bomber sunk in 300 feet of water in a South Carolina lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4J0czjnRf0/Tsfnaa9U_gI/AAAAAAAAEQg/tomgqYrOIG4/s1600/smurfhair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="200px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4J0czjnRf0/Tsfnaa9U_gI/AAAAAAAAEQg/tomgqYrOIG4/s200/smurfhair.jpg" width="135px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Countless news channels, two of which seem more like infomercials for left and right wing political interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Law &amp;amp; Order episode from 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- College football previews and an interview with the LSU coach talking about his 10 – 0 record so far this season … and how they will beat the crap out of Arkansas next week. (OK, I made up that last part – I have a friendly bet riding on the game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deer hunting tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A 30-minute program about a vacuum cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaPMuVPC0eQ/Tsfnd6AhPQI/AAAAAAAAEQo/MW1QU6RCGWA/s1600/smurfhairBernie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="200px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qaPMuVPC0eQ/Tsfnd6AhPQI/AAAAAAAAEQo/MW1QU6RCGWA/s200/smurfhairBernie.JPG" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Celebrity hair-styling tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Paula Dean making Thanksgiving cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A John Wayne movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which show did I stop on? I considered the John Wayne movie, for nostalgia reasons, and the Grease 2 channel, for Michelle Pfeiffer reasons, but I landed on the History Channel. Wow, they successfully removed the B25 from the lake, where it had rested for more than 60 years. Yes, I wear my geekiness with great pride. But I’ll be covering my Saturday morning hair with a baseball cap before leaving the house to run errands. I don’t want to go out looking like a brown-haired Smurf.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I should have stopped on the hair styling tips channel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-567677808346272010?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/567677808346272010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=567677808346272010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/567677808346272010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/567677808346272010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/saturday-morning-tv-randomness.html' title='Saturday Morning TV Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4J0czjnRf0/Tsfnaa9U_gI/AAAAAAAAEQg/tomgqYrOIG4/s72-c/smurfhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3452568022293947494</id><published>2011-11-18T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:44:47.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Bragging, but ...</title><content type='html'>Nothing new to say today.&amp;nbsp; I'm in the middle of writing a couple of posts, but meanwhile here is a little gem relating to my Italian heritage.&amp;nbsp; Caio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9cLrGeHFrQ/TsZTDTVemjI/AAAAAAAAEQY/VfWtlhptCow/s1600/Italian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9cLrGeHFrQ/TsZTDTVemjI/AAAAAAAAEQY/VfWtlhptCow/s1600/Italian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3452568022293947494?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3452568022293947494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3452568022293947494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3452568022293947494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3452568022293947494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-bragging-but.html' title='Not Bragging, but ...'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9cLrGeHFrQ/TsZTDTVemjI/AAAAAAAAEQY/VfWtlhptCow/s72-c/Italian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6334388980498477566</id><published>2011-11-15T22:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T22:20:56.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Stuff</title><content type='html'>I wonder what it's like to have a 9 to 5 job in a business that is only open during those hours. Or a job that is mostly in the moment, one that stops when you leave for the day and doesn't have work that has to be done in advance of vacation, like retail sales clerk or burger flipper  I've rarely had a job like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My business, media, is alive 24/7. My duties continue whether I'm there or not, so much of what I do has to be done ahead when I'm going to be out of the office. I'm not complaining; I love my job. But I hate the week before a vacation because I have to do two weeks work in one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go through this angst every time I'm coming up on a week off. I'll be fine as soon as vacay begins. I'll say this again: I do love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6334388980498477566?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6334388980498477566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6334388980498477566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6334388980498477566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6334388980498477566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/job-stuff.html' title='Job Stuff'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3891632882566486718</id><published>2011-11-12T15:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:38:48.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was One Too But Don't Thank Me</title><content type='html'>When I see the tributes and thank you messages to vets around Veteran’s Day each year, I usually embrace the message and in some way add to the salutes. I want to praise “them” for their service. Then in the middle of it all, I remember that I am a military veteran too. I do not usually include myself in the praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have served my country in many positive ways over the years but my military service is not one of them. I hated the military at the time and most of what I thought they stood for then. I enlisted in the Army but only because I thought I lost my college deferment because of bad grades and I mistakenly believed I would have more choice if I joined rather than being drafted. The draft ended soon after and I would never have had to go. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three-year enlistment lasted only one year. The details are my business and I’ve only shared them with a few friends. Let me just say that it was perfectly legal and I was honorably discharged with access to full VA benefits prorated for the amount of time I served. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I did not and do not believe in killing. Something I understand now that I did not get more than three decades ago is that sometimes there is no other way. Our brave military men and women sometimes have to kill to keep us free. I don’t like it but I understand it, accept it and benefit from it. They put themselves on the line for the rest of us and deserve our respect for that. I and others serve our country in different ways that are just as valuable. Another thing that has changed inside me over the years: while I still do not believe in killing, I will gladly beat the shit out of someone who harms me or someone close and I won’t regret it a bit. I just hope I’m never in that position. I have the right to hold this complicated set of beliefs, thanks in part to veterans; try not to judge my for what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another military veteran with complex reasons for his service was my Dad. He joined the Navy at the very end of World War II for reasons similar to mine. He did serve his full two-year enlistment. He almost lost his life but not because of lingering post-war gun fire; his ship almost went down in a typhoon in the Pacific. Other ships did sink in that same storm. Fate again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it means that my Dad died on Veteran’s Day ten years ago. There are plenty of reasons for me to remember him and the day he died, but the public spotlight on that day each year makes it even harder to forget. It is such a public day yet he died very privately in a nursing home room with only his wife and his two children at his bedside. That month we were still in the process of arguing with the VA over benefits he earned that would have helped pay for his medical care. How ironic that the VA paid for a year of my education and helped me buy a house yet they threw up obstacle after obstacle to avoid paying for some of his needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life presents a learning opportunity, in my opinion. I learned a few things during my unremarkable Army year: the value of physical fitness, the buzz of marijuana, the positive side of discipline, how to correctly peel a potato, how to befriend the only black man I had had deep conversations with up to that point in my life, how to scale a solid 7-foot wall, how to clean a gun, how to clean a gunshot wound, how to clean a latrine, how to defend myself with words, how to stand up for something I believed even though I was the only person in a room full of 40 men who all thought I was some kind of unpatriotic freak for having those beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since that time more than three decades ago I have also learned to accept and respect all men and women in the military for what they do and who they are, for how their actions help make us free and for the bravery some of them show in the face of situations that even the best training cannot fully prepare them for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a veteran, I thank you for your service, whether you spent your whole time stateside as a cook, driver, mechanic, doctor or band member, or you ran headlong into certain death in a jungle or a desert and returned missing limbs and parts of your soul. But don’t thank me; all I did was sweep floors, move furniture and type sympathy letters to families of those who didn’t make it. I learned to respect and support you and what you do over the years, but you taught me that. You can thank yourself for the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xFfVfdnAAk/Tr7X-G9EgKI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/yJsnjGcesqI/s1600/berniearmy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xFfVfdnAAk/Tr7X-G9EgKI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/yJsnjGcesqI/s1600/berniearmy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3891632882566486718?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3891632882566486718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3891632882566486718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3891632882566486718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3891632882566486718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-one-too-but-dont-thank-me.html' title='I Was One Too But Don&apos;t Thank Me'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xFfVfdnAAk/Tr7X-G9EgKI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/yJsnjGcesqI/s72-c/berniearmy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2146167776474183727</id><published>2011-11-08T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:17:15.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame It On the Asteroid</title><content type='html'>An asteroid flew by Earth earlier this evening, coming closer than the moon. Even though it was “only” the size of a city block, and not nearly as large as planets or the moon, it did have some influence on human and environmental activity on our planet. Or at least some people think so. I heard about a coastal flood watch on the Chesapeake, for example, even though there has been no rain in the area for days. That could be blamed on the gravitational pull of the asteroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what else we can blame on this potent little astronomical body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an odd day for me, with some normally predictable behaviors just slightly askew. For one thing, I didn’t have lunch till just past 3pm. I am obsessed with having lunch around Noon or 1pm, but I had to record an interview at Noon, this session is usually 30 minutes but today it went 50, which kicked it up next to my 1pm meeting, which is usually 45minutes but went a full hour, followed by my completing two more overdue projects, taking another hour. Whew. So I walked across the street to a carryout place I eat at once a week. I have ordered exactly the same thing there almost once every week for more than a year. This particular lunch special costs $5.50 … until 3pm. It was 3:08 when I ordered, so now the exact same meal costs $7.50. Hmmm, can I blame that on the asteroid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caller ID on my work phone displays names if the call is placed by a co-worker inside the office area, but only the number is shown if the call comes from outside. I’m crazybusy most of the time, so I usually do not answer outside calls unless I recognize the number. In the middle of something else, I got a call from area code 404, which I know to be Atlanta. I rarely get calls from Atlanta and when I do it is usually one of two corporate people and I really do have to take those calls. So I answered it. It was not one of them. It was from a local college student’s cell phone; she’s from the Atlanta area. Normally someone else could take the time to answer her questions, but there I was spending time I didn’t have, helping her with a project. Blame it on the asteroid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a text this afternoon from a friend who thought I’d appreciate how odd it was that she got a medical textbook about drugs, a Tom Waits CD and a package of printer ink she ordered, all at the same time. Yes, that was odd. The asteroid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pay attention to astrology; hey, I’m from the “what’s your sign” era. I don’t believe in the daily horoscope but I do think there are factors beyond coincidence that connect zodiac signs with personality characteristics. And behaviors do seem to be affected by a full moon. I view these things with a mix of belief and skepticism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bit of a space geek too, so hearing about the asteroid on Monday, then observing these mildly out-of-sync events on Tuesday, leads me to accept the possibility that Asteroid 2005 YU55 played a small but noticeable role in the oddness of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my computer locked up for a few minutes while I was reading information on &lt;a href="http://www.space.com/13549-huge-asteroid-2005yu55-close-earth-flyby.html"&gt;Space dot com&lt;/a&gt;. Can I blame that on the asteroid? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was trying to upload a picture to go with this post, but it kept locking up.&amp;nbsp; Do I blame that on the asteroid?&amp;nbsp; Or blogspot/google?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2146167776474183727?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2146167776474183727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2146167776474183727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2146167776474183727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2146167776474183727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/blame-it-on-asteroid.html' title='Blame It On the Asteroid'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3528171028370241196</id><published>2011-11-07T06:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:46:58.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aging Prayer</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord, when I'm 75 please don't let me be one of those people who is so interested in that thing across the hotel lobby that they stand up from their chair and walk across to get a closer look without realizing they just walked right in front of three other people. Just sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3528171028370241196?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3528171028370241196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3528171028370241196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3528171028370241196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3528171028370241196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-aging-prayer.html' title='My Aging Prayer'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7850723639216171455</id><published>2011-11-06T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:21:25.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Quote</title><content type='html'>Nothing is impossible. The word itself says "I'm possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Audrey Hepburn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7850723639216171455?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7850723639216171455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7850723639216171455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7850723639216171455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7850723639216171455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/cool-quote.html' title='Cool Quote'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5836391911968110153</id><published>2011-11-05T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:31:36.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and A Learning Op</title><content type='html'>A work friend is going through a rough patch right now. He has finally convinced his mother that she needs more help than the family can provide, and they are shopping for assisted living or a nursing home. I am a long way from that for myself but listening to his story reminds me of what my sister and I went through when faced with similar choices for our parents; and that puts an image of my own possible future in my head. I don’t like the image, in part because I don’t have children, which means I probably won’t have the type of support my parents had from us or my friend’s mother has from him and his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everybody I know who is over 30 has kids, but when I think that through, I realize there are several people in my friend circle who do not. Sometimes I ask them if they regret that. Some are childless by choice, some by circumstance. My situation began because of circumstances, mostly short-term failed marriages, and eventually by choice. I don’t regret it but I do wonder how life would be different if I had become a parent.&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CkoxNF0xPw/TrVw0v8Zz1I/AAAAAAAAEQI/hquaPxHR5SU/s1600/Dad+Mom+dressed+up_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CkoxNF0xPw/TrVw0v8Zz1I/AAAAAAAAEQI/hquaPxHR5SU/s200/Dad+Mom+dressed+up_edited-1.jpg" width="170px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still holding hands in their 80s&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The decision to move my parents into a nursing home came ten years ago. Medical and financial conditions played a role and the timing was such that we moved both parents in at the same time, which fortunately meant they could share a room. Dad died there two months later and Mom lived there nearly five more years. Mom’s quality of life there was not all that good but one thing that kept her spirits up at least a little was my sister’s nearly daily visits that whole time. That was a hell of a burden for my sister, but she rarely questioned it and it really was her choice. She lived ten minutes from the nursing home, so that helped reduce the inconvenience a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t nearly as supportive, at least with regard to time. I live 1200 miles away. I could have visited more often, but I didn’t … maybe got there once or twice a year. To this day I feel guilty about that. Let me stop you before you remind me that I was supportive in other ways; I know I was, but it doesn’t reduce the guilt all that much. My parents and my sister did not do anything to make me feel that way; the guilt is self-imposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with most things in my life, I look at this as a learning opportunity. Since the death of my parents, I have become more sensitive to the needs of other family members and friends. I provide whatever support I can, emotionally and sometimes financially. I don’t do these things out of guilt, I do them because that is who I am. I was always helpful to people but have become more so as a result of these life experiences. I don’t say that here to gain praise; I say it to share what I have learned and to encourage you to learn from my experiences and take actions in your life while you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are teachers, whether they try to be or not. Their obvious lessons help us stay alive and healthy. If we become parents, we teach our own children some of those same lessons. If we do not become parents, we may still have the opportunity to teach others or maybe the chance to provide advice and emotional support to a younger friend facing tough choices about his parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we even wake up in mid-life and realize that our parents still teach us long after they are gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5836391911968110153?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5836391911968110153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5836391911968110153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5836391911968110153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5836391911968110153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/kids-and-learning-op.html' title='Kids and A Learning Op'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8CkoxNF0xPw/TrVw0v8Zz1I/AAAAAAAAEQI/hquaPxHR5SU/s72-c/Dad+Mom+dressed+up_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1585583476611530112</id><published>2011-11-02T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:56:01.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bucks</title><content type='html'>Lottery fever is in the news this week because the Powerball jackpot is $245 million tonight. The odds of winning are ridiculously small (1 in 195 million) but everybody suddenly plays anyway. Why not play when the local jackpot is only a million? That’s a lot of money to most people too, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would you do if you won $245 million?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3EBMek8e-c/TrIQrBW8GtI/AAAAAAAAEQA/0aewieYvz4c/s1600/10dollars.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3EBMek8e-c/TrIQrBW8GtI/AAAAAAAAEQA/0aewieYvz4c/s200/10dollars.JPG" width="161px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My plan is funny because very few people would know I won, at least not at first. I'd tell my sister, a couple of very close friends and my accountant. I'd keep my job but eventually cut back to just the parts I like. I wouldn't buy crazy expensive stuff but I would buy several properties, one here as my primary residence, one on a beach, one on the river in New Orleans and a couple in other places I like to visit. I'd pay off all of my sister’s debts and some big bills for a few close friends. I’d probably buy a 2nd or 3rd car. And take quiet but insanely expensive vacations. Fly 1st class, of course. Buy box seats at concerts and sporting events and treat friends to that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would NOT buy a Bentley, $5000 suits or $500 shoes. I would avoid publicity at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD find a way to help fund some non-profit organizations that mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great to think about this stuff, isn’t it? However, I guess I actually have to buy the lottery tickets to have any chance of winning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1585583476611530112?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1585583476611530112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1585583476611530112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1585583476611530112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1585583476611530112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-bucks.html' title='The Big Bucks'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v3EBMek8e-c/TrIQrBW8GtI/AAAAAAAAEQA/0aewieYvz4c/s72-c/10dollars.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6789107091209253880</id><published>2011-11-01T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:06:30.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Has Time to Read</title><content type='html'>A friend had a great idea a couple of years ago – a travelling book. She sent me a book with instructions to write my name, town and the date inside, and then send it along to someone else who might want to read it. Her plan was to try and keep track of it to see where it travelled, hoping it would eventually find its way back to her. It travelled from her in North Carolina to me in Maryland to two friends of mine in Wisconsin, back to me in Maryland, back to her in North Carolina. I inquired about its whereabouts yesterday and she told me it was travelling around … in the back of her car, mostly because she hasn’t had much time to even send it along to another destination. Meanwhile I sent her a book with the same instructions. That went to a co-worker of hers who is now a &lt;em&gt;former&lt;/em&gt; co-worker and she doesn’t know its whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is this: Who has time to read anymore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-c1lBQO46I/TrCkvQLRq6I/AAAAAAAAEP4/ejj2lb8Oai4/s1600/bookstack.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-c1lBQO46I/TrCkvQLRq6I/AAAAAAAAEP4/ejj2lb8Oai4/s320/bookstack.JPG" width="309px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She and I are avid readers but neither of us have time to read these days. I love to read and almost always have a book in progress, but at two or three pages a night, it takes way too long to truly capture the sense and flow of plot lines in fiction and connective facts in books about biographies, history or urban planning, three of my favorite topics (nerdy, I know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far in 2011 I have completed two books. That’s it. One was a pretty good mystery, &lt;em&gt;Tell No Lies&lt;/em&gt; by Julie Compton, a relatively new author I met by way of this blog and hers. We found each other because we are both Dave Matthews fans and wrote some things about him two summers ago. The other book I finished was &lt;em&gt;Rogue Angel&lt;/em&gt;, not my usual read but it was somewhat mystical, sci-fi-ish. I used to read lots of sci-fi novels, mostly Asimov and Bradbury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on my nightstand, being read two pages at a time is &lt;em&gt;Every Day in Tuscany&lt;/em&gt; by Frances Mayes, author of &lt;em&gt;Under the Tuscan Sun&lt;/em&gt;. It was one of five or six books I bought during the Border’s Books going-out-of-business sale. Others waiting in the wings include Christopher Moore’s &lt;em&gt;Fool&lt;/em&gt;, another Mayes book, a reference book about Native Americans and a goofy book about designing a man cave. Other books gathering dust on my shelves include two from Dan Brown (author of &lt;em&gt;DaVinci Code&lt;/em&gt;, which I did read a few years ago), some more books about Italy and another about time management. I should read that last one first, shouldn’t I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll be done with all of these by 2013. However, I am mildly addicted to book stores so I believe I will soon have many more books on the shelf waiting for my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Do you like to read? Do you have time or make time to read? What are you reading? While I’m thinking about it, thanks for reading this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6789107091209253880?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6789107091209253880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6789107091209253880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6789107091209253880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6789107091209253880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/11/who-has-time-to-read.html' title='Who Has Time to Read'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P-c1lBQO46I/TrCkvQLRq6I/AAAAAAAAEP4/ejj2lb8Oai4/s72-c/bookstack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7706917725623060774</id><published>2011-10-30T11:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:47:53.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Outage Randomness</title><content type='html'>Heavy wet snow from a rare October storm accumulated on tree limbs and power lines Saturday, leading to a power outage in parts of the mid-Atlantic and northeast, including my part of Maryland. I began writing this post three hours into the outage and here are my random thoughts, roughly in a timeline starting late Saturday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time I walk into another room this evening, I automatically flip a light switch, even though no lights are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cable and internet were out earlier in the day. Thirty minutes after they came back on the power went out. But my iPhone still connects to the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am writing a draft of this with pen and paper. How odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The outside temperature is in the 30s. It was 72 inside before the power went out and not it’s in the low 60s. I’m lucky to have a fireplace. I might be sleeping on my sofa tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dinner tonight: cold jambalaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm, I think I now know why farmers in the pre-electricity days went to bed so early. And why they had so many children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drinking merlot by the dim glow of a battery lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I tried sleeping on the sofa in front of the fire. Probably slept in 20-minute segments. Just when I was finally sleeping deeply the lights came on. Now I’m wide awake at 2 a.m., but grateful the power is on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 ½-hour power outage on my street was a major nuisance, but probably not any person’s fault. The cause was likely weather-related. The chilling thought in my head right now, however, is this: What would life be like for days or weeks if terrorists knocked out a regional power grid? We take abundant electricity on-demand for granted and we’re pissed off when it takes hours to restore power when it goes out. Eight hours in the dark should remind us how lucky we are to have what we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7706917725623060774?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7706917725623060774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7706917725623060774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7706917725623060774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7706917725623060774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/power-outage-randomness.html' title='Power Outage Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5555819690368977176</id><published>2011-10-29T00:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:05:17.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Random 7.1</title><content type='html'>Usually the vacation effect takes weeks to wear off but this week it only took a day. I’m ready for my next vacay already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aging isn’t for the young. I don’t think they could handle it well. They’re just not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the new Coldplay CD. The new Toby Keith CD is sitting on my desk waiting for my ears. Bet I like that one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow is predicted this weekend in my part of Maryland. It’s still October!! Mother Nature, what’s the hurry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m never sick, but this summer I had two colds and skin cancer surgery. Today I tripped in a parking lot and bruised my knee. And I need eye surgery. None of this is unusual but it is way off the chart for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite line in a current country music hit by Alan Jackson: “I’ve got a bug in my margarita; seems bad luck won’t leave me alone.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5555819690368977176?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5555819690368977176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5555819690368977176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5555819690368977176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5555819690368977176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/totally-random-71.html' title='Totally Random 7.1'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6357722672308234300</id><published>2011-10-25T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:50:46.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughable</title><content type='html'>Don't read anything into this one way or the other, just laugh if you think it's funny.&amp;nbsp; I don't have anything else tonight anyway.&amp;nbsp; More L.A. stuff coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYizIARhks0/TqeDZFRvucI/AAAAAAAAEPY/X45Yxir6zrs/s1600/marriagequote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYizIARhks0/TqeDZFRvucI/AAAAAAAAEPY/X45Yxir6zrs/s1600/marriagequote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6357722672308234300?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6357722672308234300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6357722672308234300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6357722672308234300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6357722672308234300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/laughable.html' title='Laughable'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wYizIARhks0/TqeDZFRvucI/AAAAAAAAEPY/X45Yxir6zrs/s72-c/marriagequote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-685613006491187516</id><published>2011-10-21T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T11:02:39.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Randomness</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in an airport, bored and inspired to write. Here are a few random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision is a bit challenged at the moment but I'm happy to report that I can see the Starbucks logo from six gates away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulles Airport is surprisingly empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This airport is also bigger than I remember it from the last time I flew from here. They've done plenty of remodeling since 1996. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my first post written on my iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend 'Eliz': I found the bar but decided 10 am was a little too early to utilize their facility. I'll be sampling plenty of adult beverages this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe I'm going all the way from the east coast to the west coast just for the weekend. I should have added some days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic I'd so unpredictable in DC that I allow hours for problems. There were none ... no traffic jams, no wrong turns, no long lines at security.  I still prefer being ridiculously early than missing a flight like I did a few years ago because of a 3-hour traffic tie up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that's enough randomness for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-685613006491187516?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/685613006491187516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=685613006491187516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/685613006491187516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/685613006491187516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/travel-randomness.html' title='Travel Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1841055860295844063</id><published>2011-10-19T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:01:35.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Duran x 2</title><content type='html'>I like 1980s rock but I don’t really know why. Favorite music is often associated with a person’s developmental years or through some other emotional connection. My emotional development decade was the 70s and most of the 80s music I like I first discovered in the 90s or early 2000s. Maybe there was an emotional connection because of the awesome DJ job I had in the early 90s in which I played some of that 80s music too or maybe it’s just great music that I finally found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duran Duran is one of those bands I ‘discovered’ in the 1990s. I especially like their 80s music, which I don’t really remember from the 80s. They are touring this year in support of their new music and I saw them a few nights ago at Constitution Hall in Washington DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 25 pictures and a few short videos with my new phone but all were deleted with a software upgrade the next day. Wow, remember when phones were for making phone calls? Anyway I retrieved one 50-second video (further below) and this one picture of a friend I met at the show. There were supposed to be three of us but the third dropped out at the last minute. We sent her this picture; our hands are where she would have been in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIxRWL6PQMg/Tp7zqEDUcPI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/gpxgn1drgO0/s1600/DD-Heidi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIxRWL6PQMg/Tp7zqEDUcPI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/gpxgn1drgO0/s320/DD-Heidi.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my little video.&amp;nbsp; Scroll all the way down this post to see a real video of one of my favorite DD songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FHzStpYPYY0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HGDmBLAPikU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1841055860295844063?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1841055860295844063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1841055860295844063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1841055860295844063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1841055860295844063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/duran-x-2.html' title='Duran x 2'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qIxRWL6PQMg/Tp7zqEDUcPI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/gpxgn1drgO0/s72-c/DD-Heidi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-8098921681524572243</id><published>2011-10-17T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:19:21.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Randomness</title><content type='html'>I work around technology all day, mostly audio editing software and digital cameras. I am comfortable with tech stuff but I am not an early adopter. I prefer to let other people work out the bugs. I also want to see if the devices or formats will still be around in a few years … remember beta video recorders? 8 track tapes? One day we’ll add Blackberry to that list. But over the weekend I upgraded my cell phone from this 3-year-old flip phone ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSQ5ey-anKw/Tpwq-4QTgUI/AAAAAAAAEO4/iOcFj4BXVb0/s1600/cell1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSQ5ey-anKw/Tpwq-4QTgUI/AAAAAAAAEO4/iOcFj4BXVb0/s200/cell1.JPG" width="149px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… to this iPhone 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlF1rbs5hHc/TpwrBu-C67I/AAAAAAAAEPA/ZzeVgwnHpXM/s1600/cell2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlF1rbs5hHc/TpwrBu-C67I/AAAAAAAAEPA/ZzeVgwnHpXM/s320/cell2.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It’s not the brand new iPhone 4s, it’s “merely” the iPhone 4 that’s been on the market since February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When I first decided to get a smart phone, which was almost a year ago, I thought I’d get a Blackberry because they were dirt cheap with a 2-year renewal. My procrastination led to choosing a Droid (four months ago). After spending a week with a fancy new iPod, a gift from my employer, I decided to get the iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The iPhone is basically an iPod that makes calls too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can put the 1300 songs that are on the iPod onto this phone, take pictures and videos, surf the web, text … I’m not sure I”ll have time to actually make calls on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, this is not a commercial for my new phone. I’m just sharing my surprise at how much I like the device so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At least 15 of my co-workers already have iPhones and they will laugh at me and congratulate me at the sme time for finally leaping into the 21st Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is the first cell phone I’ve paid for since 1996. All the others were free with a 2-year renewal. And this one was significantly discounted because the new version just came out and because my company has an even greater discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not feel guilty or in any way inferior if you do not have one of these. Even the most basic contemporary cell phone does what it is supposed to: make calls, keep you in touch with people and help in an emergency. The rest of this can be helpful but it is almost overkill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-8098921681524572243?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8098921681524572243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=8098921681524572243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8098921681524572243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8098921681524572243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/phone-randomness.html' title='Phone Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSQ5ey-anKw/Tpwq-4QTgUI/AAAAAAAAEO4/iOcFj4BXVb0/s72-c/cell1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-1945686802271626235</id><published>2011-10-16T08:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:57:00.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>Saw this on a friend's Facebook page.&amp;nbsp; Thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MARJGNmmm-4/TpnJqTfVkiI/AAAAAAAAEOw/LghtbQspLuk/s1600/alcoholsalad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MARJGNmmm-4/TpnJqTfVkiI/AAAAAAAAEOw/LghtbQspLuk/s1600/alcoholsalad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-1945686802271626235?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/1945686802271626235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=1945686802271626235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1945686802271626235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/1945686802271626235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MARJGNmmm-4/TpnJqTfVkiI/AAAAAAAAEOw/LghtbQspLuk/s72-c/alcoholsalad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-8884939272837302462</id><published>2011-10-15T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T10:02:46.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A General Observation</title><content type='html'>Just a general observation to my friends: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email and Facebook are great if that's the only way to keep in touch, and sometimes it is.&amp;nbsp; I have been able to keep many friendships alive over time and distance using these digital tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd prefer to be sitting&amp;nbsp;next to you sharing a glass of wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-8884939272837302462?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/8884939272837302462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=8884939272837302462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8884939272837302462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/8884939272837302462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/general-observation.html' title='A General Observation'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5586891084399094579</id><published>2011-10-13T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:02:46.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Doctors and the Blues</title><content type='html'>High Laurie, who plays Dr. House on the TV show House, is a musician. Who knew? And his new album includes this song with legendary New Orleans performer Dr. John singing. Two ‘doctors’ singing the blues!! Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7P_XNPFoEp0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5586891084399094579?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5586891084399094579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5586891084399094579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5586891084399094579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5586891084399094579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-doctors-and-blues.html' title='Two Doctors and the Blues'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7P_XNPFoEp0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-5584143525573861951</id><published>2011-10-12T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:25:18.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>This made me think about an old&amp;nbsp;friend who is going through a rough patch right now.&amp;nbsp; I love the sentiment, although it won't help me any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A long marriage is two people trying to dance a duet and two solos at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Anne Taylor Fleming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-5584143525573861951?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/5584143525573861951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=5584143525573861951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5584143525573861951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/5584143525573861951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3861252543141609164</id><published>2011-10-10T23:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:10:15.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A High Price</title><content type='html'>Most Americans believe we are the greatest country in the world. Even citizens of many other countries feel that way about us. But there is one undeniable sad bit of irony behind how we got our start, stated succinctly in this image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJccOxAW8KM/TpOyhhqx4zI/AAAAAAAAEOo/GM40W4AtP7E/s1600/columbus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJccOxAW8KM/TpOyhhqx4zI/AAAAAAAAEOo/GM40W4AtP7E/s1600/columbus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when certain actions or series of actions that seem, when isolated and taken out of a broader context,&amp;nbsp;unfair or even barbaric, result in something good, in this case the United States of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate the great freedoms of our country in my own way every day, but I am uncomfortable celebrating Columbus and his “discovery” of a land that already had a population in excess of a million people. His actions began a series of actions that led to the annihilation of an entire native population and the elimination of numerous long-standing cultures. A new culture grew from that and we in that culture have plenty to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I celebrate each year on this federal holiday is the reduced traffic in the Washington DC area&amp;nbsp;because so many people are&amp;nbsp;off work. I’ll celebrate our nation and it’s freedoms on Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll leave you with one more cynical thought borrowed from a friend’s Facebook page this morning: Happy European Interlopers Sneezing on Aboriginal Peoples, Spreading Unknown Viruses and Annihilating Them Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re a great country but don’t forget that at times in our history we paid dearly for the great result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3861252543141609164?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3861252543141609164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3861252543141609164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3861252543141609164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3861252543141609164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/high-price.html' title='A High Price'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dJccOxAW8KM/TpOyhhqx4zI/AAAAAAAAEOo/GM40W4AtP7E/s72-c/columbus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-3363268858721129542</id><published>2011-10-10T07:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:09:00.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Month</title><content type='html'>I am not a fan of the color pink and I don’t go out of my way to wear it during October, breast cancer awareness month. Honestly, I don’t need a pink ribbon to make me aware of breast cancer. The reminders are all around me all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small fitness room at my office is named for a co-worker who is a two-time breast cancer survivor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every summer I get a text from a high school friend who is also a breast cancer survivor telling me the results of her annual tests. I get texts from her every week, but the summer one stands out. It usually reads “I get to live another year.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every room in my house has furniture or housewares that belonged to a family friend who lost her battle with breast cancer earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in my own way. I am aware in my own way. I spread awareness to you and others through this blog, personal conversations and one of my radio interview shows. Be aware, talk about it, get tested. Wear the pink ribbons if that works for you. Don’t feel bad if you chose not to wear the pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point of this month is to set a calendar appointment to focus on breast cancer awareness. But be aware all year. Breast cancer does not have a calendar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-3363268858721129542?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/3363268858721129542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=3363268858721129542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3363268858721129542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/3363268858721129542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/pink-month.html' title='Pink Month'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-6824658271103012065</id><published>2011-10-09T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T13:51:49.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready Yet</title><content type='html'>By October 9th fall is usually well underway here in Maryland. There is a chill in the air, furnaces are on some nights, leaves are starting to turn and we’re packing our shorts and flip flops till spring or till a winter vacation to warmer climates. However, the predicted high here today is 84 and I took these shorts and flip flops out of my “to be packed away” stack and put them on me, maybe for the last time this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZGfVPnQCXs/TpHebf0KUfI/AAAAAAAAEOk/w3ZnevfHzZ4/s1600/shorts.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZGfVPnQCXs/TpHebf0KUfI/AAAAAAAAEOk/w3ZnevfHzZ4/s200/shorts.JPG" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love fall but I am still not ready to give up the end of summer. There were many active, fun times during my summer, which helped offset greater-than-usual stress levels. Some highlights: Toby Keith concert, Tim McGraw concert, U2 concert, hiking in North Carolina. I wrote more posts than normal on this blog. Read a couple of books. Spent some nice one-on-one time with a few friends at the concerts, on the hike and during a few dinners. Made some progress on a lingering personal matter. Took a lot of pictures. Got some high-level praise for a company project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of that, is it any wonder why I don’t want to let summer go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fall has always been my favorite. I love the color and the obvious actions of Mother Nature. I love the real and symbolic ‘renewal’ aspects of the season. We slow down a little, sort of like animals who hibernate. The change of pace can give us time to look ahead, to regroup, to shed away some things in preparation for emerging next spring with renewed spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those things are good, but I am grateful for one more day of warm weather and exposed skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-6824658271103012065?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/6824658271103012065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=6824658271103012065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6824658271103012065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/6824658271103012065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-ready-yet.html' title='Not Ready Yet'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UZGfVPnQCXs/TpHebf0KUfI/AAAAAAAAEOk/w3ZnevfHzZ4/s72-c/shorts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-492053594506928672</id><published>2011-10-08T14:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:07:37.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomer Randomness</title><content type='html'>This blog and this post are both called Boomer Randomness. My point is to share random thoughts from the perspective of someone in the baby boom age range. Some of the thoughts are about being this age, some are merely observations. All of it is pretty random, which may be the least random aspect of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Demographers usually define boomers as those born post World War II, in the years between 1946 and 1964. That means we are currently in the 47 to 65 year-old range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You know you’re probably a boomer if you’re the only person in line at the pharmacy who pays in cash. In our youth we never thought a small plastic card would serve the same role as coins and bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some older boomers, especially men, dreamed of having a juke box in their den one day. They’d be able to play dozens of songs in a row from a selection of 100 (50 “records” with a song on each side). Now we have a juke box in our pocket, often in our pocket-sized phone, with playlists generated from a selection of more than a thousand songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMEU52GKYhk/TpCQlFzXgFI/AAAAAAAAEOg/Ov3_WrlTJys/s1600/earbudphoto.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMEU52GKYhk/TpCQlFzXgFI/AAAAAAAAEOg/Ov3_WrlTJys/s200/earbudphoto.JPG" width="150px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some boomers hate ear buds. I’m one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We may briefly celebrate at the gas pump when we see the price down to $3.34/gallon this week. Then we either laugh or cry upon remembering that it was less than $1.00/gallon when we first started driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The youngest boomers were 16 years old when MTV began. They were awestruck by the sight of their favorite bands performing songs or acting out story lines based on the song lyrics. They always knew at least one person in their circle of friends who “had cable” and they could go to that friend’s house to watch the videos. Now the videos are available on the same iPod or cell phone that all their other music is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Older boomers never knew a time when women held a significant number of management positions in business. Older boomers’ children hopefully never knew a time when that wasn’t the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My damn ear bud fell out again. My right ear just doesn’t like these things. And the wires are in the way. My new Bluetooth wireless headset is still charging. C’mon, hurry up, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am a photography enthusiast who prefers my digital Nikon SLR to smaller, easier-to-use digital cameras. But I took the pictures that accompanies this post on my new iPod Touch and used that same device to email it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Older boomers might not realize film is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s enough boomer randomness for today. Looking back every now and then is a good exercise in perspective, but in case you think I’m getting old or feeling old, remember that my favorite mantra is “the past is a great place to visit but I wouldn’t want to live there.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-492053594506928672?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/492053594506928672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=492053594506928672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/492053594506928672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/492053594506928672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/boomer-randomness.html' title='Boomer Randomness'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tMEU52GKYhk/TpCQlFzXgFI/AAAAAAAAEOg/Ov3_WrlTJys/s72-c/earbudphoto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2878864826911153046</id><published>2011-10-06T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:22:12.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin Blues</title><content type='html'>I like all genres of music but I claim blues as my favorite. And country. And rock. And, well you get the idea: all of it. Check out this video of Joe Walsh performing at the Crossroads Guitar Festival, Cotton Bowl Stadium in 2004, an every-now-and-then fundraiser organized by Eric Clapton. The song starts as an awesome blues song and morphs into a kickass version of one of his well-known rock songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y3lEqVAroX4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2878864826911153046?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2878864826911153046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2878864826911153046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2878864826911153046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2878864826911153046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/rockin-blues.html' title='Rockin Blues'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y3lEqVAroX4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2138821158552442520</id><published>2011-10-05T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:39:42.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visionary Is Gone</title><content type='html'>Steve Jobs died today at age 56.&amp;nbsp; Whether you know who he is or not, he was part of your life.&amp;nbsp; He co-founded Apple, is largely responsible for personal computers, the mouse, iPods, iPads and iPhones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What impressed me most about him is that he was a visionary.&amp;nbsp; This is my favorite of his quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;‎"Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma -- which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most importantly, have courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” — Steve Jobs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2138821158552442520?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2138821158552442520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2138821158552442520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2138821158552442520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2138821158552442520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/visionary-is-gone.html' title='A Visionary Is Gone'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-4229069259256297116</id><published>2011-10-04T22:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:48:50.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears and Doubts</title><content type='html'>Even the most confident among us have fears and doubts at times and how they handle those situations serve as behaviors to model. I study this as a hobby. I am especially interested in how confident managers handle occasional insecurity and self-doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder but rarely ask where they go to find strength before, during or more importantly after making an unpopular decision. What things deep inside enable them to do that, and then effortlessly justify their actions in the face of criticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am a confident man in most aspects of my life but as a percentage of my whole life that confidence is relatively small. I have fears and doubts but I accept that as natural. A helpful statement I repeat in my head whenever I have doubts is a line from one of the Dirty Harry movies: “A man has got to know his limitations.” Silly in some ways, profound in others. Basically it means accept that you’re not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a manager make decisions with great confidence over and over again, especially if it is somebody I know well, I look for evidence of insecurities. Nobody is always confident. Nobody is always fearless and doubt-free. I can accept decisions I don’t like much more readily if I know that the decision-maker had at least a little self-doubt while contemplating those decisions. That tells me they are confident but not arrogant. They know there is a chance their decision is wrong, but they weighed the evidence, considered the factors (including the ones I might not know about) and made their decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analyzing how they deal with doubt helps me learn how to deal with my own. Management decisions in business are not the same as personal decisions but the process is much the same. I learn a lot by studying my managers at work and it turns out they sometimes learn from me too. I have their confidence and they have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I should have a profound close here but I don’t. Just wanted to share an observation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-4229069259256297116?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/4229069259256297116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=4229069259256297116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4229069259256297116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/4229069259256297116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/fears-and-doubts.html' title='Fears and Doubts'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-7174091666992823641</id><published>2011-10-03T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:47:10.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Random 7.0</title><content type='html'>One of my dogs farts … big, silent, stinky ones. Then he looks around the room with the “it’s not me” look in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never get sick, but I’m in the middle of my second cold in three months. Should have bought stock in Nyquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dick Van Dyke show is 50 years old. Some boomers might cringe at that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a week-long vacation coming soon. Should be a relaxing time, although it’ll be busy at both ends. Two concerts the weekend it starts, dentist appointment and some other errands in the middle, a long catch-up dinner with a friend near the end and a semi-business weekend trip to Los Angeles at the end with a return flight at midnight on the last day. I used to be so good at planning. What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new ride but I haven’t finished paying for my current one. In my twenties I changed cars every 18 to 24 months. In my forties the pattern changed to every five or six years. I’m just over three years into this one and I’m getting restless. No chance for another one any time soon but I’m ready now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite NASCAR driver is Jimmie Johnson, who holds the record for consecutive years as points champ. When he won it for the 5th time last year everybody assumed that would be it for the streak. Right now, closing in on the end of the season, he is in 5th place, but only thirteen points from the top out of more than 2,000 total points. He could actually do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My home office looks like a paper bomb explosion. I spent four hours organizing it yesterday and barely scratched the surface. I can actually see my desk now. Gotta start somewhere, right? More organizing as soon as I post this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-7174091666992823641?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/7174091666992823641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=7174091666992823641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7174091666992823641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/7174091666992823641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/totally-random-70.html' title='Totally Random 7.0'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-472313278320054459.post-2561963915510471215</id><published>2011-10-02T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T10:45:21.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Dialing an Old Flame</title><content type='html'>Did you ever pick up your phone at 1 in the morning, drunk, and call a former lover? You were alone, thinking about her or him and alcohol loosened inhibitions. That old flame might be asleep; or maybe awake but with somebody else. For that one moment, you didn’t care. You dialed the number and said something like, “I need you. Now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’ve ever done that but when I first heard Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now” the thought instantly resonated with me. I must have considered it at some point in my life. I know that sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about somebody from my past. It’s not always the same somebody (my apologies to any old flame who might read this). Often I awake in the middle of a dream about a past girlfriend, but usually the characters in my dreams are a hybrid of more than one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brain is such an odd computing device, isn’t it? Especially while asleep. Random thoughts from your lifetime pop up when you least expect them. You might forget where you put your keys but you vividly remember a first kiss from twenty years ago. You can’t find your car in the mall parking lot but you remember a conversation you had with Mom at age 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be alone in the middle of the night, lips sipping a fourth glass of merlot, wishing you were sharing that moment with someone who might have stopped you after the second glass with a suggestion for something else your lips could be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As further evidence of how random the brain can be, this post was inspired by a TV feature story this morning, narrated by that old Sunday morning news anchor guy whose name I can’t remember who wears a bowtie. I hope I never wake up at 1 in the morning thinking about him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here is that song, just in case you never heard it when two-thirds of the radio stations in America were playing it every other hour earlier this year. I’m tired of it but I still think it’s a good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." height="288" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:cmt.com:438918/cp~vid%3D438918%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Acmt.com%3A438918" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/videos/lady-antebellum/438918/need-you-now.jhtml" style="color: #439cd8;" target="_blank"&gt;Need You Now&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/lady_antebellum/artist.jhtml" style="color: #439cd8;" target="_blank"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.cmt.com/artists/az/lady_antebellum/videos.jhtml" style="color: #439cd8;" target="_blank"&gt;Lady Antebellum Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/472313278320054459-2561963915510471215?l=boomerrandomness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/feeds/2561963915510471215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=472313278320054459&amp;postID=2561963915510471215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2561963915510471215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/472313278320054459/posts/default/2561963915510471215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boomerrandomness.blogspot.com/2011/10/drunk-dialing-old-flame.html' title='Drunk Dialing an Old Flame'/><author><name>Bernie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04761833227989867795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_77pTd57Q4zE/R4WR8LsMn3I/AAAAAAAAARA/U78TTqWonhc/S220/Bernie+-+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
