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Daily Haiku 2014.09.11 –

(Image credit: Abaconda Management Group)

flocking sheep
seek out Apple stores
upgrade time



Well. It’s that time of year again. I find myself wrapped up in thought about the inevitable consequences of the new round of “Device Wars”. I’m taking a serious look at everything I believe, and I’m asking myself the hard questions. I have the opportunity to upgrade my phone in a month and a half, and now there’s this new iPhone that’s about to hit the stores. I told myself that I really wanted to see a bigger iPhone. The new iPhone 6 comes in two sizes, both bigger than the iPhone 5. I wanted a faster processor and better specs that I know could have been delivered with my current phone. Sure, the next iPhone 6 has them.

In fact, the iPhone 6 has stuff that will wrap people around the corners of Apple stores for weeks, congesting the most popular blocks of big cities all over the country, while each employee in the Microsoft Store next door plans his or her disguise for when they get into line after work. Because honestly, we don’t know jack about Windows Phones, and that’s typical.

I was a Zune user back in the day. I had a regular Zune, and then I had a Zune HD. I loved them both because they were fabulous devices, and yet they never seemed to be able to crawl out of Apple’s shadow. Neither, I fear, shall the Windows Phone ever see the light beyond the iPhone’s penumbral cast.

With this new iPhone, I could have it all. I could shoot HDR video at 60 frames per second. I can make videos in stop-motion and slow motion. I can make secure payments with my phone (finally!) and that one has not just customers, but vendors from Wells Fargo to McDonald’s lining up as well.

The whole gamut of improvements, as well as the feature fragmentation between the two models, rightfully warrants an upgrade from my current device, but to what — another iPhone?

Maybe. Android users like to make fun of many iPhone 6 specs, quoting similar specs that were available with the Nexus 4 phone from 2012, while ignoring those things the new iPhone is either bringing to the table or doing to keep up with the mass of Android competitors. Apple is Julius Caesar in an Android senate, but it manages to hold its own, and while I know that this discussion has me looking a little hypocritical in light of my “surveillance device in every pocket” rant, but I do think it’s time I ask myself the tough question: do I want to stick with an iPhone, or do I want to make another switch to Android? My phone is nearly two years old now. It’s dinged, and dented. It’s been nearly shut in a car door and it’s been dropped in the ocean. I’m almost certain it would kill me if it could.

Coincidentally, there’s been no mention of iPhone 6 being water-resistant, let alone waterproof. Meanwhile, there are several Android phones, such as the Samsung Galaxy S5, that are both water-resistant and dust-proof. That sounds like a perfect fit for an outdoor enthusiast who works in an industrial environment, but is that good enough to make a switch I’ll be in bed with for two years?

And while part of me knows that I don’t have to upgrade at all, the rest of me says I’d be stupid to think that I could possibly resist . . .

This is America, after all.

Crazy contraption drawing

Cartoon Craziness Challenge — Build-a-Burger

The current week’s prompt for the Cartoon Craziness Challenge (C³) is “build-a-burger”. I had more than one idea for this one, but here’s the one that I made:

(Copyright late last night, yours truly. Use it but don’t abuse it.)

You probably shouldn’t watch this because after a while it looks like Bach is looking right into your soul and mining your thoughts like the NSA on spice melánge. Plus it clocks in at two hours and change, but it does make some nice background music if you leave it up while you do housework or something.

Crazy contraption drawing

Cartoon Craziness Challenge — Mythical Creatures!

So I find myself embarrassed to say that in the rush and bustle of life, while putting things to the side for later, I managed to file away a Cartoon Craziness Challenge (C³) from the Indecisive Eejit and am just now putting in an entry that could have been in a couple of weeks ago. Today I may get in entries for both Weeks 7 and 8, but I’m not going to make you wait, lest rumors of my disappearance never abate!

The theme of Week 7 is “mythical creatures”,  and while this one is right up my alley I felt compelled to create something new, something never-before-dreamed-of in the entire lexicon of human history . . .

If I have failed, I can hardly be blamed considering “there is nothing new under the Sun” is a common mantra — the thought that you can never think up something new because everything has been thought of or done already. I beg to differ, though, because sometimes we do get something new — heck, sometimes we still find new species of life right here on Earth, and even though (we assume) they’ve been there all along, it’ still new to us . . .

A new discovery.

And even if that pessimistic adage were one hundred percent true, that doesn’t take into account anything that isn’t under the Sun — our old friend Sol, that is.

Copyright today, Me.

Presented for your inspection: a creature whose origins stem from another place, another world that finds its orbit around, and its aromatically gaseous landscapes below, a different sun. Its appearance is unsettling. The rational mind refuses to accept the jumble of visual information transferred to it by the alien starlight reflecting from the surface of this beast — a life form that can only live out its violently befuddling existence in  . . .

The Cartoon Craziness Zone

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And now for the first thought. Most of my other entries into the C³ have involved a “first thought”: basically, I managed to create the image that came into my head when I read the prompt for the challenge, and this week is no exception, except my first thought was a blast from the past. It’s a piece that I began over a decade ago while working for Erie Industries in Ferndale, Michigan. It takes quite a while to machine out a two-foot diameter, cast iron cylinder block, which is the job I was doing on a honking-big Mazak CNC lathe when I began to draw this dragon.

Copyright a long time ago, Me. No derivatives, please!

I intend to finish it some day, and then have it tattooed somewhere on me, and it’s going to be big. Once upon a time I drew a lot of dragons, and was beginning to get quite good at it. In the spirit of mythical creatures, I wanted to share this one because it remains the best I’ve ever drawn at the pinnacle of my practice.

Until next post, keep the adventure alive.

How can we break down the walls of American oppression?

Disclaimer: this is a reproduction of a train of thought I had Sunday morning while washing dishes in advance of preparing brunch. It’s not meant to be a formal argument. I may be right or wrong, justified or way off base, or simply paranoid. In any case, open and polite discourse of all persuasions are welcome in the comments section.

Bringing down the Berlin Wall

I have listened to some podcasts lately that either deal with, or touch upon, the subject of the Berlin Wall. The basic history goes like this: after World War II the allied power divide Germany into four regions among the U.S., Britain, France, and the Soviet Union. The whole idea was to reconstruct Germany into a self-sufficient, non-threatening nation through the use of reconstruction efforts, but the Soviets refused right off the bat to play nice, and instead turned the Eastern portion of Germany into a Soviet state with future plans of taking the rest of Germany too. About three and a half million people in East Germany decided to get out of Dodge before the Berlin Wall was erected. After that, anyone could come in, but East Germans could not go out — although they weren’t above rappelling down the sides of buildings adjacent to the wall to do so.

Fast forward to the 1989. After decades of tension, mounting political pressure, and the leadership of more liberal minds in the Soviet Union, they decided to let East Germans go wherever the heck they wanted to go.

The natural assumption was that the East Germans wanted through that wall, but unsurprising to anyone familiar with the helpless, frustrated rage of the long-oppressed, they started tearing it down by hand. Germany found itself whole again just a year later. Western Europe was whole again, and it seems as though everyone took some practical lessons away from this — including the American government, which may have found a chink in the Communist armor that gave them a cogent standpoint on this business of maintaining a totalitarian regime under the guise of a state in which all men are equal.

It’s obvious that they had been doing it wrong the whole time.

How did Communism come down?

It wasn’t long after the fall of the Berlin Wall that we saw an about-face in Russia’s government as well; the breakup of the Soviet Union and the transformation from Communism to Democracy was a big deal, but after the better part of a century, what had convinced them to pull the trigger? Was the same kind of political pressure that brought down the Berlin Wall also responsible for changing the Iron Curtain, or was the Wall’s destruction in fact a precursor known to some as a prelude to the end of Soviet-style Communism?

In either case, I can almost imagine that there may have been a conversation at some time between the Soviets and the West whose argument boiled down to this: Communism is going to get you nowhere. You run it the way you should be running a state, but Communism is the wrong way to go because you’re making the majority of your people miserable, and when it comes to a head they will revolt and take you down, and guess what? We will be there to help them when they inevitably ask us for assistance. This Cold War is coming to a close, and its death knell will resound from within. Now is the best time for Russia to consider democracy, because there is nothing to lose. You see the technology that we have and that on the horizon. That technology will enable Russia to become a state in which you can enjoy the same level of power while the majority of the people are able to prosper, and if you do this we will stand by you and make sure that it works. The people can have what they want, and you can maintain the status quo. The newly-liberated nations of the former U.S.S.R., in the meantime, will require assistance to develop into healthy nations of their own, and you can only benefit from those relationships.

A surveillance device in every pocket

The technology in question has become as ubiquitous as any clairvoyant politico could have hoped. A surveillance device in every pocket – or rather, in every hand, and one so compelling that most people can hardly put it down. Wouldn’t it be great if I never got lost on the way to my bankruptcy hearing in Detroit? Wouldn’t it be handy if I could check the price of my small-cap fund periodically, just to make sure I wasn’t making a mistake by splitting off ten percent of my target-date retirement fund (which only takes two days to change?) How is the weather going to hold up for that Labor Day picnic?

In the face of unstable and uncertain paradigms that often shift against prophetic prose, we turn to our devices to give us up-to-the-moment information as the best weapons we have against the uncertainties of the stock market and the weather. It’s as practical as getting street directions, and so these uses become the hooks that drag us deeper.

This is technology that has already overturned empires: the GPS navigation device. The handheld video game. The 35mm camera. The microcassette recorder. The pocket radio. The pocket television. The paperback novel. The spiral-bound notepad and the #2 pencil. The black book. The day planner. The pocket calculator. The humble compass. Even a deck of cards! And just like the empires of old, these items remain to this day, but they’re overshadowed by the new, younger technology. It’s convenient, it’s ultralight and portable, and it lends more utility to every facet of life than there ever was before.
Our mobile phones are the utopian dream of the past generation, but they are not inviolate. That is a fact that has been brought to our attention and has wholly affirmed our gnawing suspicions recently. We now know that our government’s security agencies keep detailed records of every transmission made on our devices. Every phone call, every text and tweet, every picture of your girlfriend’s boobs or the Chinese takeout you had last weekend (or both) is stored for future analysis. It creates a web of surveillance that not only covers the entire American nation, but it actually spreads beyond the borders and stretches out into the larger world. Unlimited power.

This wealth of information allows the security agencies to trace out the network of a threat to the Nth degree, creating a specter that innocent civilians will be caught and implicated in the wrongdoings of a seemingly innocuous person, the entanglement with whom could potentially ruin a person’s life and reputation. How this plays out in the future remains largely to be seen, but allowing that kind of access is opening a door to that kind of oppression.

What really ties this all together are the common social paradigms in which we function online: the communities, or as we call them in the popular vernacular, the social networks. Facebook, undoubtedly the top player in this domain, has recently changed the access rights of their applications to allow access to more features of the device than previously requested, and this caused a lot of furor on the Internet about what Facebook is doing behind our backs. Are they watching our every move? Can they hear everything we say, even while the phone is in our pockets?

Again, time will show how this plays out, but I suspect that what Facebook is really after is to provide the same functionality with messaging that we have on normal computers, which are slowly fading into the background of our lives. Because of the private nature of our mobile phones (whose hardware and software architectures have been designed from the beginning with security in mind, unlike those of standard computers) demands that we give permission to an application for the use of a specific feature – say, the camera, or the microphone, and even the address book – there’s no way we can send a picture in a message or pull up a contact and message them from there if the app is disallowed from using that feature of the device. Thus, permission is required to use those features.

This is not to say that all of our gripes with Facebook are mere conspiracy theory. The way the newsfeeds are managed and geared toward advertisers rather than our social connections is terrible. Some people don’t like the targeted advertising, while others don’t mind. Facebook is obviously in bed with the people who actually pay for it to run, and that should come as no surprise. These are things that have nothing to do with the real issue, which is that every bit of information that flows back and forth from your device is potentially being handed to the government for storage and future analysis, and social networks across the Internet only serve to lubricate the sharing of this information. Our lives are greased lightning that is easily bottled for future reference.

Watching the waves ripple out . . .

So in a sense, the social networks are only doing what they have to do to operate in a world where we demand access to them for free, but at the same time they play our personal information right into hands whose motivations are as clear and unpredictable as the weather. With the owners of those hands always ten steps ahead of the common man, we fear what we do not yet understand, and rightfully so. It’s ironic that in this way we find ourselves in the same group as some (recently late) foreign governments.

Social networks are a hotbed for public sentiment. We learned this well during the series of uprisings in the Middle East that are now collectively called the Arab Spring. Both Twitter and Facebook, among others, were instrumental in sustaining protests in Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, and Syria. Some of these were more successful than others, as we know that the unrest in Syria continues unresolved for the opposition groups, who are now starting to turn on each other.

As dominoes fell across the epicenter of humanity, we saw the power of the mobile device in every pocket. News flooded out uncontrolled, and from all perspectives. The powers of the Middle East found themselves unprepared for a fight against a resistance that was unprecedented in history in that it was powered not by the flaming rhetoric of a single person, but by a technology that kept the herd united in purpose and confidence in their scope.

Is it a mere coincidence that this is what the American government would have liked to see?

In politics, there are no coincidences. In this realm where every move is strategic, where every player is trained to outthink, outmaneuver, outsmart, outwit, and outtalk their opponents, it’s hard to believe that this wasn’t part of the larger plan even if the timing of its occurrence was coincidental. Where before the mission of the American government seemed to be to spread democracy to every corner of the world in any way necessary to facilitate access to scarce resources, we now understand that the power of the mobile device in every pocket is that people can demand democracy for themselves, they can demand to bring about positive change in their own societies that will elevate the standard of living for the majority of their nation’s peoples. For a little bit, the government sat back and watched the Internet do part of their work for them. When the call for support came in, they debated and ultimately sent in help where they deemed it was necessary.

They weren’t forcing democracy on anyone at that point. How much easier is that? We watched the triumph of the young over the old as the technology of the mobile Internet toppled existing power structures that were based upon power so oppressive that the miserable populace rose up in a bid to break that power and create a better life for themselves, and guess what? We were there to help them when they inevitably asked for assistance. This is the disaster that the Soviet Union avoided by converting to the religion of democracy, and compared to them the Middle East is cupcakes – in part due to the power of the mobile Internet.

The “problem” with American democracy

The thing about our brand of democracy is that there’s a low-level and a high-level of knowledge regarding how it works, where the majority of us are brought up to understand the high-level because it’s as simple as it gets. Every citizen gets a vote for those in office, and then those in office administrate our nation in the popular interest. Bam, that’s democracy. The low-level is what we have to learn for ourselves: we vote, but our vote doesn’t always count. There’s an unresolved tension between the popular vote and the electoral vote, because everyone’s votes for public office are funneled into a much smaller (and more manageable) voting body that can choose to vote against the popular vote. Our elected officials tend to legislate and dictate in favor of moneyed and corporate interests. Any pretense which can be found to employ the military is used to do so. Thus we find both our political and military establishments are enslaved to big money and corporations in what can at best be called a nominal democracy – a democracy in name, but at any given time it can be something else.

This is what the government is selling the world powers: a twenty-five cassette Tony Robbins’ Personal Power of nation-building. Some governments resist, thinking that upsetting their traditional ways is tantamount to destroying their civilizations and thus their own personal ways of life. In effect, they believe that American democracy threatens their totalitarian grip and their wealth, not to mention what the people would do if the military were not there to protect the most terrible of them. The smart ones give in, understanding that making their people happy on a superficial level will do much to keep the big boys in power. From that position, they can keep playing the nation-building game, which enables them to be part of the world’s feng shui flow of goods, services, and technologies and puts more money directly in their pockets.

In short, they call it democracy, and they give it enough lip service to keep us more or less happy. The poorest people in America have access to things that the poorest people in the world can only dream of, if they even bother to dream anymore. Still, the lowest level of poverty in America seems to run counter to the much higher level that it should be, and this points to the tensions within our brand of democracy. In a more ideal democracy, our nation would have the money to help those unable to help themselves lead something approximating a normal life while getting those who could help themselves on a steady enough ground to do so. It does this to some extent, but it falls short much of the time because the resources that aren’t there are being funneled into the interests of the privileged few.

This brand of democracy – the nominal sort – short-sells a future in which there should be more power on a personal level, but it can never be there while it serves a relative few with enough money to work it to their advantage. The growing web of a surveillance device in every pocket helps both the government and their big money sources in different ways, while serving little in the way of real political utility to the people at large, who rightfully should have it now and into the future.

If this is the Democracy we’re selling to the rest of the world, when will we get a chance to elevate ourselves above it? Will we be the first, or will someone with a new way to play the game come along?

We are a sophisticated and relatively well-educated nation of individuals who hold the ability in our hands on a frequent basis to effect social change for the better, and yet we are hamstrung by the bottlenecking of power to do so. In the run-up to the 2016 election, why is it that we have no way of voting from our phones? Why can’t we eliminate the Electoral College and vote directly over the Internet using mobile phones, personal computers, and public kiosks, and watch the vote tally up the evening of November 4th from our chosen media consumption device? It has the potential to be faster, more reliable, and more accurate than existing methods. Naysayers point toward potential weak points in such a system as though there are systems that do not have weak points, while ignoring the weak points that exist in our current voting system. I maintain that the weak points of a popular digital vote are not only surmountable, but they’re able to be effected quickly and with much less expense than the current system – the problem being that a true popular vote threatens the existing power structure of American democracy, and so they choose to suppress such technology as would facilitate that.

This is the nature of American oppression. We as a people do not oppress other nations, nor do we steal their resources for our own profit. This is done by and large by a government that is funded mostly by rich men and corporations with their own motivations, none of which are likely to be world peace, the elevation of the common man, or the public good. We find ourselves attached to it, like serfs in a medieval feudal society, and like cogs in a machine.

It’s hard to detach ourselves from what we view as “normal”, especially when everything is so well-integrated into our lives, but the onus falls on us to tear down this wall brick by brick and unite the two sides that have been held apart by mutually exclusive interests: the people, and the government that operates under the pretense that it is “of the people, by the people, for the people”. One hundred percent of our tax money should work for our benefit, otherwise we should not have to pay taxes to a government that is funded by wealthy corporations and individuals. In that case it should be free, like Facebook, because just as with Facebook we have little to do with, and even less control over, what the government does.

That is, unless we choose to come together and tear down the wall.

Just a minute!

Just a few minutes to write, but what is there to say? Last week I didn’t get any blogging done, but still the world spun and span with aplomb; similarly, I worked and wrote in my novel-in-progress, all the while working on a revamp of the diet and exercise regimen in order to allow me to prioritize my writing project. I had to weed away some blog reading of blogs that won’t miss my presence, and I mean to read those that I have a habit lately of catching up on.

That being said, I do miss writing here when I’m not able, and I appreciate every follow, like and comment. You’re my peeps and tweeps and you’re the best lot a guy could ever hope to inspire. Now I’m revving myself back up to the hip tones of Fitz and the Tantrums so I can attack more of the day.

Onward to adventure!

Crazy contraption drawing

Cartoon Craziness Challenge: Memories of a Childhood Vacation

This week, Intrepid Reader, I have been moved to post again for the Cartoon Craziness Challenge, or what I like to think of as C³. The topic for this week is “Memories of a Childhood Vacation”. I sat down last night with one idea, and I ended up drawing another one instead. It’s funny how that happens; it’s as if the plan is fully formed when you set yourself to doing something, and then without warning the task drags you along like a runaway St. Bernard — rolling and flailing at the (formerly) business end of the leash, you’re trying to protect your sensitive bits while trying to get a hold of the little barrel of whiskey tied around its neck, because at this point you figure you’ll either disinfect your wounds with it or you’ll need a stiff drink, or perhaps a bit of both.

So after that ordeal, I get this.




“Feckless Friday” ruba’iyat

This is not what Friday was meant to be;
events conspire to render me
helpless — stroke by stroke of ticking span
I fear that I will not break free.

From moment one, so much to do
that I worked straight through to the stroke of two;
and finally, with all affairs copacetic
took my lunch just to get some food.

O, how the Slav March toils my ears!
Until the weekend salves with beers –
till darkness comes to pull me down,
I sweat and fight through hours like years.

When darkness comes, as it does each day –
a visit to vet, to assess, I pray –
may it find me well enough to say:
“just passing through; l can not stay!”


Have desk, will blog . . . ?

In my previous post An update on balls, I mentioned that I was working on a standing desk. I started out by setting my notebook and mouse at varying heights on an orange box, and a stack of books — actually, let’s go back a little further, shall we? No creation comes without a concept seeded in the mind of the creator, and as a creator who is a creation of a creator I feel compelled to tell the origin story of . . .

The Standing Desk!!

In my May 12, 2011 post Get up, lazy-bones! I posted an infographic about how sitting for long periods of time can contribute to the decline of a person’s health; that has been the one of the most popular posts on this blog, due to someone posting it to Reddit. The infographic is an eye-opener; if you haven’t heard of it before, you really should follow the link above and check it out.

It’s cool, I’ll wait while you do.

This concept of the deadly seated position has been talked about here and there, on Podcast, in news reports, and in articles; and the big solution for desk workers is called the standing desk. It can be seen as a fad or trend by some, but really it’s a smart and healthy idea for those who can pull it off.

I was taken in by the idea, but implementing it has been a matter of pulling the trigger. Aside from buying an expensive piece of specialty furniture online or modifying something into a Franken-desk — which is not a task I take lightly anymore — the options are pretty bare. I considered buying a lectern, but I couldn’t seem to find something I liked that would be the right height. I looked at hundreds of DIY standing desks that involved obtaining about thirty dollars’ worth of parts from IKEA, but their closest store is six hours away and they don’t offer everything online. Plus, I thought I could do better if I just had the time and materials.

When we bought this new home in January and I saw the garage, I was excited to get my hands on it and start some woodworking projects; the only problem was, we had to wait for the previous owner’s family to move all of her stuff out of it. Until then, they paid us rent for the garage.

Fast-forward to late May, when things began to happen. In a weekend, the garage was mostly cleared, and soon we had what we hoped were all of the keys and the garage door opener in hand. I soon changed the locks on the house and garage, and the frequency of the opener. I then began to plan my standing desk.

I decided to go the very common DIY route of making an add-on to my existing desk, since it would allow me to continue utilizing the real estate thereof and also afford me the ability to add a third dimension to its surface where my computer was concerned. To find the right heights, however, I started with an orange box and a stack of books:

(The trial height setup as it was some time ago)


This height setup actually wasn’t optimal, since I had to lean the screen all the way back; and then more often than not I found myself bending over for long periods of time while balancing my ledger or blogging. The typing height, however, was just about right.

I had to hold up my laptop to a few degrees below eye level — call it my personal preference — and measure the height of the future display surface. Then I started a series of concept sketches:

(The surviving concept sketches: one of them actually looks pretty close to the result.)


I began right before the Summer Surf Adventure by first cutting out squares of, then tracing the shape of the desk’s sides onto one square of, the particle board I had decided to use for the body of the desk. When it came to clamping it to the bench for cutting out the shape with my jigsaw, I ran into a little problem: my favorite yellow and blue Quick-grip clamps were nowhere to be found.

I still haven’t found them, blast it all. I can’t verify having seen them since moving!

After we came back from our sally to the coast and back, I did the right thing and bought a set of six clamps in different sizes from Menards. I love them almost as much as I love the Quick-grips.

For the display and typing surfaces of the desk, I used plank wood for that vintage, richly-stained wood aesthetic.

Dad always said that anything worth doing is worth doing right, after all.

I wanted character, simplicity of design, versatility of use, and synergy with my existing desk. I think I got my wish. After much time spent cutting, drilling, screwing (oddly not the most satisfying part of the process,) filling, and hours of tedious sanding by hand; after applying stain and two light coats of spray-on satin lacquer a day for three straight days, my project is complete and in place:

(The finished standing desk: a marvelous work of furniture.)

Honestly, the picture doesn’t do it justice, but the lighting in my office is what it is. I wish you could see it with your own eyes.

With the addition of a dozen stick-on cork disks applied to the bottoms of the feet (a premeditated purchase,) the standing desk not only stays as though  it’s glued down, but it’s downright stable; I didn’t have the guts to step on it, but I bet it could bear moderate human weight!

Just having this standing desk replace the orange box and the stack of books on my desk is probably the most satisfying part of the experience — not the fact that the result was more beautiful and perfect than I had anticipated, nor the knowledge of having done this job quite well; there will be other projects in the future, but as a start I’d say this is a nice one.

The cost of the project, considering I’d gotten the wood for free, and the screws were from previous projects — I purchased the wood filler, the stain, the lacquer, the cork disks, the clamps, the keyboard and a USB hub (since adding a keyboard would have taken my last port) for roughly seventy dollars; thus it was well spent.

Still, clearing that flotsam from the surface of my desk and getting it back on the shelf was the best feeling ever!

FYI, if you’re interested in learning some more about standing desks, including a very cogent argument against their use, check out the links below; I vetted them all for you.

. . . and the mason jar one is just really cool.


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Daily Tanka 2014.08.08 —

(Image credit: sandcastlematt)

on the shore,
from the very earth –
arise, man

scale to your birthright
alongside the Sun



Another busy week down. I’ve realized that working the lasers leave me little time in between to blog or write or do anything; regardless, I’m not complaining. I’m intense. I’m working like crazy, and I’m developing an internal ferocity that is beginning to find its footing in my demeanor.

In its surgical application, I’m developing the art of the even hand.

What does that mean? As ever, I’m growing, but now I’m all triangles — a structure so strong I feel like I could carry the world on my back, a modern Atlas. I hold up under strain, and I find that I’m also pushing back and gaining ground slowly but surely. I constantly remind myself that gregarious and aggressive are two different things, but while I find myself dancing the line, I never cross it because I don’t have to.

I wonder whether it’s the pace of work and the way I breeze through the week as though it’s nothing, or the testosterone boost I’m getting from the extra twenty-five pounds of muscle (Hell, I hope it’s all muscle) I’ve packed on since I changed my fitness philosophy — originally for parkour, then for surfing, and now for . . .

Well, I should probably admit that for as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a superhero; but maybe what I’m becoming is more of a  leader. I suppose time will tell!

Anyway, I’m doing the best that I can here. Carlos (my fictitiously-named trainee on the plasma punch) was out fishing today, so I got a chance to catch up on some of my mutual readers’ blogs. I’ll keep plugging away at the rest of my buds before moving on to others, if I find the time for them.

No big goals lie ahead for the moment; I’m just living the adventure laid out for me.

Burning brightly, a Robert in truth.


Crazy contraption drawing

Cartoon Craziness Challenge: Kids and Pets — Klag’s School Picture

To catch up on the Cartoon Craziness Challenge, this week’s prompt is “kids and pets”. Again, I knew exactly what I wanted when I read it:

Maybe you can tell we’ve been watching some Star Trek lately; although I have to say the new depiction of Klingon warriors in the reboot movies is very cool with their plate armor, medieval-style helmets, and capes; I still envision them by force of habit in the armor and style of dress they brought to the screen beginning with Star Trek III: The Search for Spock all the way through to the end of Enterprise.

I was going to create a landscape background of a desert with vertical rock formations, but I got so exasperated trying to draw the stupid dog that I just decided to call it good and move on with my life. This picture is not as cute or gruesome as I imagined it in my head, but I suppose that’s where “room for improvement” lives.


Where the closest ocean is all in my mind


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