Wednesday, May 22, 2013

I'm a Nerd. I Love History: Ancient Rome Edition

The Roman Empire is just so fascinating.  I'm teaching it to my seventh graders now.  Just finished Following Hadrian by Elizabeth Speller.  He's an interesting man, widely regarded a great Emperor of the greatest Empire the world has known.  Yet he is so insecure.  So unhappy.  Happiness is not wealth and power.

After finishing that book I went on a Wikipedia binge last night, clicking one article after another well past midnight.  The rainy weather lends itself to these sort of pursuits.

The usual stuff is interesting.  Gladiators and wars.  Legions and ever expanding Empire.  Barbarian hordes and collapse.

From Republic to the Empire's fall, Rome is so gloriously complex it's hard to wrap my head around.  I've been studying it casually for years, teaching it to middle schoolers for half a decade, and I feel as if I'm just beginning to understand it.

There is intrigue, murders, battles won and battles lost.  Treason, treason, and more treason.  There are dozens of famous names, used and used again with only "the elder" or "the younger" to tell them apart.  Hundreds of legacies that stay with us today.  One could spend a lifetime learning new things.

For example, did you know that at one time the Roman Empire looked like this?


This is Rome during the crisis of the Third Century, when two sizeable chunks of Rome broke away.  Rome almost fell in the late 200s.  Just learned that last night.  It was all reunited by a fellow name Aurelian, whose name lends itself to the French city of Orleans.  From there Diocletian (the only emperor to retire willingly) and Constantine propped things up, and on the Empire went for another 150 years or so.

The fascinating tidbits go on and on.  Diocletian, who when begged by the people to return to the throne, said he'd rather farm his cabbage.  Vespasian and his toilet tax.  The noble Cincinnatus who was later emulated by George Washington.  The reigns of Nero, Caligula and Elagabalus make for lurid reading.  It's fun sometimes to lose yourself in history.  More fun to see how history has left its mark on us, and what we can still learn from it.  More on that later.


Sunday, May 12, 2013

The People We Don't Like

People are not rational.  That is what makes us human, I suppose.  

One interesting example that's crossed my mind lately:  The people we don't like often have more influence over our lives than the people we do. 

We avoid locales and social gatherings we'd like to go, if someone we don't want to see might be there.  We miss opportunities.  All for the people we don't like.

It doesn't make sense.  Decide who and what matters in your life, and live it for them.  For the people who don't, why factor them into the equation?


Friday, May 3, 2013

Cork Board

I keep a cork board by my bed.  It's always full, and always changing.  Reminders, sayings and quotes come and go.

Two items hold special meaning for me.  One is the memorial program for a former student of mine who passed away two years ago.  He went to bed a healthy youth on a Saturday, woke up ill on Sunday, and was in a coma for a week until he died.  Viral meningitis of the heart.  It happened suddenly and with no warning.  I wrote about it here.

Another is my girlfriend months, myself and my dog on a hike.  She looks beautiful, Winston looks cute. It's a sunny day.  I'm smiling goofy, but I'm clearly happy.

I don't know how long I'll keep them up. For now they remind me that Life is Good, and Life is Short.  No seconds to take for granted.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Winston has taken strides

Winston has taken strides.

"Lay down" has been added to his repetoire of tricks.  Compliance is not immediate.  He paws the air vigorously, thinking I mean shake, before lowering himself.  This is done with much wiggling and writhing, channeling Uriah Heap, though to cuter effect.

Fetching has improved tremendously.  We've gone fetching a ball from kitchen to living room, to chasing the Chuck-It across vast expanses.  The ball is not yet willingly returned.

A consistent response to "Come!"eludes me.  Our success rate hovers around 70%.  Sometimes he gets this coy look in his eye.  He sits there in a weird, lumpy way.  Not like a normal dog, but slouching on his butt, like an off-balance egg with legs.  His belly pops out, I can see his wiener, and his lazy eye gets really lazy.  I feel as uncomfortable as a lady on the New York subway might.  He just sits like that, ignoring me.

I try to grab him, he runs.  Then plops.  Off-kilter. Belly out.  Eye wonky.   I approach. He runs.  Repeat.

I've learned to solve this problem by lots of swearing to myself.  Usually if I go inside, he's at the door in minutes.  Then one of two things will happen.

He may, knowing he was bad, look at me with puppy eyes and tuck his tail, saying "I'm sorry!"  Though I want to strangle him, I give him lots of love, and bacon flavored treats.

More frequently, he bounds into the house gumming the thing that drove him to disobedience.  A turd.   First it was a deer turd, which crumpled into a million pellets on the carpet.  Next, a flat, round turd of unknown, perhaps bovine origin.   Today, a deer turd in the shape of a human turd, which confused and scared me.

Still, I am glad I have a puppy.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

I Have a Puppy


For years I wanted a dog.  One of my first memories is the tail of my big, massive yellow lab knocking me to the ground again and again.   Pluto was a faithful and true companion, suffering the adolescence of his boy:  I peed on him once (got a spanking), stuck him with a fish hook once (on accident), and tried to ride him like a pony.  I watched him age until he looked like a noble lion.  I held him in my arms as he took his last breath.

Moving from an apartment to a house three years ago made made dog ownership a possibility. I recently polled my Facebook friends, seeking the pros (good friend, always loves you, fun to play with) and cons (chew everything, poop and pee everywhere, hair everywhere, ruined home value!) of dog ownership .  

Analytics went out the window when I saw his little puppy face.  Tiny, sleepy and yellow, I knew he was the one.  I bought him, all of 8 weeks old.  

2 months later, he is no longer sleepy or as little.  Still hindsight tells me it was a fantastic decision.

I love coming home to him.  When he sees me through the sliding glass door his excitement is palpable.  He can barely contain his little puppy self.  Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle, Wiggle. Wiggle.  His whole body says “I MISSED YOU AND I WAS BORED AND I’M SO HAPPY YOU ARE HERE.”  

He smells nice.  He cuddles with me.  He chases a ball like there is no tomorrow.  He sits and shakes like a proper gentleman.   

Yes, he is expensive.  He got worms and the accompanying vet bills.  He eats lots.  He bites everything like a zombie.  He poops in my yard.  He poops on my deck. He poops the grossest poops I’ve ever seen, stinking and shapeless yet disturbingly alive looking.  

Sometimes he won’t come, and just sits and looks at me instead.  He has a bad habit of jumping on everyone he sees.

But all of that is outweighed by his love and companionship.  

Training him is a blast.  I love imagining what he thinks.  It goes like this:  

I hold a treat in my hand.
“Yummy!  Let me sniff it!  Let me sniff it!  Yummy!  Let me eat it!  Ahhhhhhh!”

Sit, I say.

“Sit....  Sit....  If I put my butt down I can eat it?  If I put my butt down I can eat it!’”  

Shake I say, grabbing his paw.

“Mmmm tasty flesh.  Will eat, mmm,  Oh wait that’s his paw.  Don’t eat his paw.  Don’t do it.  So hungry... Don’t do it!  Must bite!”

No! I yell

“Noooooooo!  He said noooooo!  I hate that word!  Noooooo!   He’s grabbing my paw!  My butt is down why am I not eating!  I’m so hungry!  I’ll gnaw my own paw to ease the pain.”

Shake, I say, grabbing his paw.

“I don’t want to eat my own paw!  I want the treat!  My butt is down, look I’ll wiggle it!”

Shake!

“Ah ha...  If I put my paw here...  I get the treat....  Very devious.  Very humiliating!  I’ll never give....  TREAT YUM!  I’ll shake!! FEED ME FEED ME, OH GOD YES!”

I imagine things like this all the time.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Survive or Thrive

We all struggle in the ether between surviving and thriving.  

I encountered the concept in international development:
  • People have only so much physical and mental energy.  
  • Our efforts first go to meet basic human needs: enough food, safe and loving shelter.  
  • Provide those and then we can successfully pursue education and income creation.  
  • Meet all of those and people can thrive: create art, start businesses and generate jobs, cause social change.  
What I'm describing is also known as Maslow's hierarchy of needs.  And you're living your own, Western version of it.  

The vast majority of Americans have their basic needs met.  As my friend living in Malawi said, America is a fantasy land.  We get what we want, when we want.  The rest of the world is not like that.  Still, few of us thrive.

What are you doing with your vast resources and material comfort?  Are you changing lives?  Creating art or value for society?  Pursuing your passions?  Making memories that last?  Living the good life?  

The single largest reason we don't thrive is our busy lifestyles.  Ask someone how things are, and the number one reply is "busy."  Our mental capacity is stretched so thin with work or school, financial worries, children, extra curriculars and other things that we lose the bigger picture.  If you are running from one thing to another, you are surviving.

How do you thrive in our busy world?  

1.  Find your purpose.
Socrates said the unexamined life is not worth living.  Without a plan you're only going through the motions. Give yourself something to strive for each day.  Give your time and effort a purpose.  You only get one shot, and on your Death Bed you want to look back with no regret.  Here's how:

Find what you value in life.  Family. Helping others. Career. Financial security.  Fitness.  Write them down.

Find your passions.  Helping others.  Writing.  Music.  Travel.  Golf.   Write them down.

Set goals and a plan to achieve them.  Look at what you value and look at what you are passionate about.  Set goals.  Make a bucket list.  What will you achieve during your life?

Dream big.  Do not be afraid to fail.  There is no shame in setting a big goal and falling short.  There is shame in never trying.  As Confucius said, "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."  If you aren't failing once in a while, you aren't really living.

2.  Budget your time (and money) to achieve your goals.
Ben Franklin did more in his life than a 100 average men.  While uniquely talented, he also budgeted his time and lived very intentionally.  He even made a daily plan.  Goals are just goals until you act on them.  Time is a finite resource and you need to use it well.  Here are a few tips.

Put the big things first.  Look at your life goals and make time to pursue them each day, if even for 15 minutes.  These are more important than any "To Do" list!

Cut out anything that gives you nothing in return.  TV, video games, and mindless internet surfing are a few time-sucks that offer you little to no benefit.  Get rid of them.  There are only so many hours in each day and yours are better spent.

Divide your "To Do" list into Large, Medium, and Quick projects.  Get a white board for your living room or bedroom.  Most of my projects revolve around keeping up my home and yard.
    • Large projects take the better part of a day to finish: caulking siding, installing a sprinkler system, etc.  I try to do one every two weeks.
    • Medium projects require one to two hours.  Sometimes less.  Things like changing a light fixture or grocery shopping.  I try do at least one of every week day.  Or, I can crush quite a few of them on a good weekend.  It's amazing how quickly the list goes down.
    • Quick projects are the day to day minutia.  Paying bills, vacuuming, whatever needs to be done that day.  If its quick, do it right away in the morning, or when you get home from work.
I've found this system to be an effective and stress reducing way to take care of the things I need to do.  When you accomplish something, cross it out, but leave it on the board!  Nothing is more satisfying.

Put your hobbies and passions on your "To Do" list.  Don't just put the work on the list.  Make time for yourself.  For me that's golfing 1-2 a week and riding my bike 4-5 times.

Make time to do good every day. Every day, make someone's life better.  If you are thriving, use your blessings to help others.  Write down what you did, just like Ben Franklin.

(Money)  We trade our time for money in the form of wages.  I could write for days on budgeting money, but just check out Dave Ramsey.  His formula is simple: spend less than you earn!  With a budget and a plan, you can be a millionaire when you retire.  Don't believe me?  Check it out.



   

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Ants in Church

Recently, I sat looking at my shoes.  The flooring.  The texture of the flooring. In church I sat making these observations.  The preacher preached.

A very tiny ant appeared at the bottom of my vision, followed by another.  They marched between my shoes, oblivious to my gaze.   On impulse I lifted up my foot to squish them.

Then I thought.  Maybe those ants have a purpose.  Maybe they'll save the world.  So I let them crawl on.

Sometimes I feel like an ant.