Men Aren't From Mars & Women Aren't From Venus

It is commonly understood that men and women don't share the same communication patterns and that their communication is therefore inherently flawed. Or, perhaps I should say that this is commonly misunderstood.

This misunderstanding has given rise to an industry built around bridging this communication gap. It's given rise to such pop psychology texts as Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus and it's sequels.

Honoring Our Veterans

Last week was a rough week for me. Or at least it was a rough week at work and I brought that emotional baggage home and allowed it to make for a rough week at home as well. You know, difficulties with the client, being backed up on getting docs produced, feeling like the project is a little out of control and trying to figure out how to get it back under control. All these things added up to being cranky and antisocial at home. Beth is a saint for putting up with my moodiness.

Great need, foreign and domestic

Two sobering statistics were released this week. One is that in Iraq, an estimated 2.3 million people have been displaced by the war and occupation. The other is that here at home, over one-quarter of homeless persons are military veterans.

Astrology And Self-Analysis

During an e-mail conversation with a friend of mine (Hi, Nikki!) we stumbled into the topic of astrology to which she subscribes and of which I am sceptical. She sent me a description of Leos (which sign I fall under) and asked how well I thought it fit me. My response, as so many things that I write, ended up being incredibly verbose. I'm posting it here as a blog entry, because it ended up being something of a self-analysis. I apologize for the rambling nature of my thoughts, but y'all should be used to that by now.

Handgun Grip And Stance

Recently, in trying to give advice on grip and stance technique for handguns, I posted this on a web forum that I belong to.

I'm not an instructor and I definitely have some bad habits. On that same forum, it was pointed out to me that I should flex my knees more and put more of my weight forward to help control recoil and muzzle rise. I've also been told to keep my feet squared off and not staggered.

NERD FEST 2007 (Part II-"laptop versus testes?")

So... here are the memorable experiences.

While in a buffet line talking about best practices with this guy from D.C., this other guy from Texas seemed to want to listen in, so I turned to include him in the conversation. He reached to my nose with the salad tongs, pinched my nose and said "aren't you so cute."

I was out smoking with someone trying to figure out the Mumbley-appity-app to Quickbooks integration. I was giving some tips and learning about the Great Plains Integration. I was in a group of tall men. One guy stepped into the conversation and then proceeded to step directly in front of me, cutting me off from the conversation as a middle-schooler would.

NERD FEST 2007 (Part I-the boring business part)

What a difference a year makes.

This year was much more positive. This is probably due to my feeling more confident, learned in technology and also just accepting the fact that being a minority and being treated accordingly is going to be a fact for quite a while.

The positives: I learned a GREAT deal and the networking and sharing of best practices was inspiring, especially as I was feeling EXTREMELY burned out and beaten at work. I needed to see what *could* be to motivate me to get there.

Time Flies

Eight sounds like such a small number in the grand scheme of things. It's not a very long time, really. But holy crap can a lot happen in eight years! Like a person can go through 4 jobs and numerous theater productions, cement friendships while losing others. Get married, buy a house, get a couple of dogs. Blink and eight years and a plethora of experiences have gone by. It's enough to make you say, "Holy crap! Where's my life going?"

Ani DiFranco at the Riverside Theater - 19 September 2007

Yesterday was my eighth wedding anniversary with my wonderful wife. As a present to each other, we went to see Ani DiFranco at The Riverside Theater.

Other than having to fold my not overly tall six-foot, two-inch frame into a very cramped seat with next to nothing for leg-room, The Riverside is a beautiful venue with great acoustics for Ani's particular brand of folk-rock, with all of its myriad influences. The only problem with the sound was not the venue's acoustics, but with the sound engineer mixing in too much bass. Apparently even folk-rock has been contaminated by the trend towards bass overwhelming the mix and drowning out vocals and the upper register. A mix is about a balance, and as much as I love being able to feel the music and the bass move through my body, I also love being able to hear the vocals and other instruments. It wasn't horrible, but so much of the beauty of Ani DiFranco's work is in the poetry of her lyrics. Not being as intimately familiar with her catalog like my wife is, I lost some of that as the excessive bass drowned out her voice.

Eight Years

Eight years ago yesterday, Beth, after deciding over hot and sour soup and Hunan beef at the Emporer of China that I wasn't quite so bad and "sure, she'd marry me," actually followed through and married me. This in spite of the fact that it's me that she was gonna marry.

Karmically, I'm not sure how I ended up married to such an incredible woman. I absolutely should be on the shit side of the karmic scale, but somehow, Beth has been a part of my life for nine or ten years with eight of those years married.

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