Month: October 2018

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Living Vicariously Through the Lenses of Others

One place I have wanted to see since I was in my early 20s was Egypt. The pyramids, the ancient monuments…they've always been like a siren's call. Unfortunately, I never made it while I had the energy (and the lithe body) that would have allowed me to navigate the tunnels and chambers of the Great Pyramid, and now it's all but certain I'll never see Luxor, or Abu Simbel, or Karnak with my own eyes. With the ongoing instability in the region over the past four decades, I've always been concerned about the safety of traveling to the country, but at this point, with the standing of the United States dropping precipitously with each passing day Orange Twitler is allowed to remain in the White House, I think I'd be too frightened to travel at all as a US citizen.

But there is, I discovered, a vicarious alternative to being limited to the stock photos published in books of the ancient monuments, something I stumbled upon quite by accident.

One day I opened Instagram, and one of the many hot, bearded "Instagram models" I follow was posed in front of the Temple Complex at Luxor. I clicked on the geo location link and my screen filled with hundreds of pictures of the temple—with views of the complex I'd never seen before.

Naturally this led me to the great pyramid. And the temple of Ramses II at Abu Simbel. And Karnak. Even a generic #egypt hashtag showed me ancient wonders from a perspective I'd never seen before. I was hooked. The multitude of tourist photos posted to Instagram was showing me Egypt in a totally new way.

Here are a few that caught my eye…

























I can't help but wonder what the people who built these monuments were like. Were they like us, with the same wants, needs, and desires? What drove them? What inspired them? Did they suffer the same petty jealousies and insecurities that we do today? Were they as driven to buy, sell, and own stuff as we are? Despite their apparent lack of "technology" were they actually more advanced in certain areas than we are? Did they possess esoteric knowledge we lack, or were they as clueless about the ultimate meaning of "Life, the Universe, and Everything" as we are now?

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Dining Disaster

On our way back from Tucson a week ago (has it only been a week?), the four of us wanted to stop for dinner in Casa Grande. The initial decision was to go to Olive Garden, but upon arrival it was obvious we weren't going to be seated any time soon. That led to a discussion of where else to dine, and one, well actually two of our party suggested Cracker Barrel.

I have never set foot in one of their establishments, having long since decided to boycott the chain for its past misdeeds to the GBLT community. I didn't want to go that night either, but I was outvoted.

The fact that the place was nearly deserted at 6:30 pm on a Saturday should've set off red flags, but for some reason it didn't.

After getting past the gut-wrenching kitsch, we were seated and after being handed menus, I can honestly say there wasn't a single item listed that I wanted to consume. I finally settled on a cheeseburger, assuming that would be a safe choice. Ben went with biscuits and gravy, and one of our friends went with chicken fried steak. When our food finally arrived—easily 30 minutes later—our friend took one bite of his chicken fried steak and asked his roommate to have a taste.  "It's like it was fried in stale oil." Roommate agreed, and it was sent back to the kitchen and exchanged for something different.

Ben described his biscuits and gravy as "flavorless." My cheeseburger was wholly unremarkable. The bun—much like our friends steak—was stale and the French fries were mushy, like they'd been sitting under a heat lamp for hours.

Lesson learned. Don't compromise your morals, because in the end it will get you nothing.

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Own It

You're trash. You've always been trash. When liberals were polite, you were trash. When liberals got a little rude, you were still trash. Now that we're tired of your shit and treating you like the trash you are, you're mortally offended and blaming us for being trash? Get the fuck out of here.

You laugh at sexual assault victims. You cheer Latino children being tortured. You get off on police murdering unarmed black men. You mock the disabled. You send death threats to high school students opposed to guns. You call for the murder of homosexuals. You. Are. Trash.

I know it's hard to look in the mirror and realize that you're the worst that humanity has to offer but you made that choice. No one forced you to be a garbage person. You did that. You. You can stop any time you want, too. But you won't because deep down inside, you like being trash. Own it. That's why you love Trump so much. He told you that being trash is OK and you thought you could come out of the shadows and walk tall as a garbage person.

It's not working out the way you thought it would and that's pissing you off so very, very much but I couldn't care less. Blame us all you want for your weakness. No one believes your whining bullshit anymore. Not even you. You're trash and in four weeks, America is going to take the trash out.

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I Miss Tucson







There is a tranquility there, a peacefulness that is sadly absent from the frenetic pace of life in Phoenix, especially on grey, rainy days like yesterday when the smell of wet creosote permeated the air and the sound of gently falling rain drowned out all outside sounds. Perhaps it's the smaller population, or the slightly higher altitude, or maybe it's simply because the desert hasn't been bulldozed and paved over the way it has been in Phoenix.

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The Things I'd Like To Say In An Interview

You know that part of a job interview when the person behind the desk turns to you and asks, "So…do you have any questions?" and you're supposed to spew forth a bunch of crap to show you've done your homework and are interested in the company's direction and outlook for the future? Questions that you know are bullshit, they know are bullshit, and yet you're still expected to do that kabuki dance nevertheless?

After having gone through a dozen  interviews over the last four months, at this point this is how I would love to respond:

Y'know, I've done my due diligence and have researched the company and really have no questions that haven't already been answered online or you haven't addressed during the past half hour. But I would like to add a few further things for your consideration.

I know you're not going to hire me. Don't look so surprised. I've been to this rodeo often enough to know now that even though you saw my resume and thought, "This guy has great experience and the skill set we're looking for. Get him in here!" the look on your face when we first met told me all I needed to know. I walked in and you immediately saw, "Old guy who probably won't be able to lift a printer or crawl under a desk—and certainly won't have the mental agility to keep up in the constantly changing world of I.T.."

Well I have a response to that. I was lifting printers and crawling under desks as recently as four months ago in my last position. I've been keeping up with each new development of personal computing when my passion was ignited the first time I touched a Commodore VIC-20 back in 1983. My newsfeed is tech! I've built PCs from scratch. I know how they go together and what to look for when they don't work. And as far as mental agility is concerned, at my last position we were having multiple issues with Windows 10—including in-house software not installing—and I thought outside the box, did my research, and came up with a solution. I may not know Office 365 or some other piece of software, but that's only because it wasn't in use at any of my previous jobs. That doesn't mean I can't get up to speed on it in a short amount of time.

I show up to work on time. I do my job. I am reliable and can be counted on to do something if asked and seek better ways of doing things if I see something that needs improvement. I have people skills that only time and experience can impart. And if you're worried about me retiring, that's not going happen for at least another decade if I want full benefits—and we both know that these days people seldom stay at any one job for that length of time anyway  No, if I'm happy, treated with respect, and like a company, I'll be in it for the long haul because I hate interviewing and don't ever want to have to go through this again.

I'm sorry that my knowledge, experience and people skills do not come in a shiny 22-year old package fresh out of school with a pocket full of certifications that you were hoping could be the forward-thinking face of I.T. to your customers, but if you want someone with my kind of background and skill set, you need to take the years that go along with it.

Thank you for your time. It was a pleasure meeting you. Have a nice day.