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Walking on cloud 9
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I got a personal phone call from the CEO today!!!

Yesterday, we got a notice that one of our employees had been killed in an accident on Christmas Eve. Apparently he was involved in an accident and had gotten out to check on the other folks when he was struck and killed by another car. Details here.
As I read the article, I couldn't help but remember the quote from the Bible:

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.

and I couldn't help but think that we should do something to honor what he did. And so I sent an email to our CEO and head of human resources. I asked if they had seen the article and told them that I had an idea of how we could honor his sacrifice. I suggested that we could establish an annual service award in his name that would be awarded to an employee in recognition of their service to others. I thought the award could be a modest monetary donation to the service organization of their choice.

Now, I've emailed the CEO a few times over the last couple of years and he answers every time. So, I expected he'd reply. But, I was surprised this afternoon when my phone rang and when I answered, I heard a familiar Scottish accent on the other end. He said he had started typing a reply to my note and then just decided to call and talk to me instead.

He talked about how tragic it was and how often we have employees die and that it would be difficult doing something for all of them. But he said as he read my note he thought about the selflessness and that this situation might be unique. He said he was going to talk to the executive team and to the head of human resources and see if there was something that we could do.

I've been a big fan of our CEO for a long time. But after that phone call today, wow! How cool. And I know he'll figure something out.



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Reflections of 2009
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At the end of last year, I posted a list of things to focus on for 2009. Here's a scorecard:

* Actual experiments. Much of my work last year involved meetings, strategic planning, etc. It will probably forever be my internal conflict that I am happiest doing the experiments, but I turn out to be pretty good at the leadership part which takes me away from the bench. This year I will feed that desire to create at the bench, too.

I spent a little time at the bench this year, but did nothing really creative or outstanding. It was rather nice when I found the time. I will have much less time this year...

* Write. I have an old manuscript that I did with my friend P. that needs to be submitted. I had promised him a couple of years ago when I last saw him before he died that I would get it published. It's still in a pile on m y desk. I bought a fine writing instrument with some of my Christmas money. I'm going to use that new fine pen to write letters, letters to my children, letters to my Grandmother H., letters to my parents, letters to my friends, letters to my family. I think I'll even try to write some poetry.

I did not finish the manuscript for my friend P. I think it will never get published. My "fine" writing instrument turned out to be a piece of crap. I don't think I wrote a single letter. However, I did write several poems this year. Some of which I put here (many are friends locked). I like writing poetry. I plan on writing more.

*Read. I have an incredible stack of books to read - finish the Madison bio I started this year, read the Jefferson and Hamilton bios. And then there are the ones acquired during the holidays...

I read a lot. I finally finished that Madison bio. It was wonderful. I started the Jefferson one and bogged down in it. I still have the intimidating Hamilton bio sitting on the shelf begging for attention that is currently going to the Thomas Paine bio.

*Workout. My routine was essentially stopped when I hurt my wrist over a year ago. That pain is now gone and there's no excuse for not starting that up again. Well, except the workout room at work will be full every evening for the month of January and February just like it is every year. Hurry up March!!!

#epicfail

* Home improvement projects. This list is too long due to neglect. The lawn and garden are a mess and I plan on starting by rebuilding a large flowerbed in the front and making a dry creek bed drain in the back.

I didn't get the flowerbed done, but I did manage to get the dry creek bed completed and it actually works.

* Sailing, sailing, sailing. I only got to go once this year. I hope to remedy that situation this coming year.

Mission accomplished. I think I went 6 times this year - 3 times in November. It was life-changing.

If I could describe 2009 in a single word, it would be aware. I became much more aware of things around me - the people, the circumstances, the little things that make us who we are. I realized by the simple act of paying attention, there is so much in the world that goes by unnoticed every day. I learned to not worry so much about the trivialities because we are all here fighting some battle. I learned that if we look close enough, we can find ways to care for our brothers and sisters. There is too much ugliness in the world. It's our job to get rid of it, one act at a time.

Happy New Year.



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Quoteskimming - Quantum Physics Edition
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I just finished reading The Age of Entanglement: When Quantum Physics was Reborn. Entanglement is defined thus:

Any time two entities interact, they entangle. It doesn't matter if they are photons (bits of light), atoms (bits of matter), or bigger things made of atoms like dust motes, microscopes, cats, or people. The entanglement persists no matter how far these entities separate, as long as they don't subsequently interact with anything else - an almost impossibly tall order for a cat or a person, which is why we don't notice the effect.

In the world of atomic particles, what this means is that if two particles interact, even after they've separated a great distance, they lose their separate existence. If you perturb one of the particles, the other one responds.

This was a great conundrum that plagued the early fathers of quantum physics such as Einstein, Pauli, Heisenberg, Schroedinger, et al. A physicist named John Bell figured out entanglement in the 60s, reviving an interest in quantum mechanics/physics. This is a well-written book and does not require a background in physics or advanced math to follow along. In fact, the topic begs one to think of ideas larger than just physics - philosophy, interconnectedness, life's great mysteries. I highly recommend it.

I'm going to borrow from [info]kellyrfineman and post some quotes from the pages that I dog-eared as I read it.

"What is it that we human beings depend on? We depend on our words. We are suspended in language," Bohr famously said years later. "Our task," he maintained, "is to communicate". His old friend Aage Peterson explained that "Bohr was not puzzled... by questions as to how concepts are related to reality. Such questions seemed sterile to him." For Bohr, there was no meaning beyond the fabric of classical words spun, weblike, over the quantum abyss."

"...suspended in language..." Magical, no?

"Even in the classical limit," Bohm pointed out, "we recognize that the separation between an object and environment is an abstraction." For example, a bacterium: "In a few hours most of the matter that was originally in the bacterium may have been expelled and replaced by matter from the surrounding medium. In the meantime, the bacterium may also have changed into a spore.

Not only are we a product of our environment, we ARE our environment.

Bell actually looked a little angry. He took a breath. "Among the books I would like to write --" he said, and then smiled with irony. "I would like to write a half a dozen books, which means I won't write any."

The writers who hear something similar from non-writers will appreciate that sentiment ;o)

There are three kinds of world: the great world, the middle-sized world, and many little worlds. The great world is the world of nature consisting of the stars, the sun, the planets, the moon, the earth, and all that the earth contains. The middle-sized world is the world of human society, with its nations, governments, armies, religions, factories, farms, schools, families, and everything else formed by human beings. The many little worlds are individual human beings. Each man, woman, and child is a little world, but of course, each is shaped and influenced by the middle-sized world of human society, often in strange and surprising ways.
Likewise, each is shaped and influenced by the great world of nature, sometimes in ways that no one could predict.

This is actually a quote at the beginning of a chapter from the story Tibaldo and the Hole in the Calendar. This is a middle grade book written by a theoretical physicist, Abner Shimony who plays a prominent role in the story of entanglement. I just loved this quote and will search out the book to read.

Quantum mechanics is a law of thought in a world that is sensitive to the touch is Fuchs's motto, which resounds throughout the work.

I quite like the idea that thoughts are sensitive to touch. It makes sense that this is how we as a people feel.

I picked this book up on a whim just before Thanksgiving. It was on the shelf in the front of Borders and science history is one of my interests. Amazing how it turned into something much more meaningful than just quantum physics.



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The Shepherds
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Last evening, I ventured to the local Methodist church for Christmas Eve service expecting the typical Angels We Have Heard on High, Silent Night and the Christmas story from Luke. Of course, all of that came to pass. But this version of the Christmas story was familiar as well as new.

This particular sermon focused on the shepherds.

8 ¶ And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them; and they were sore afraid.
10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

Notice the bold part - unto you (the shepherds) is born... Apparently, in the time of Jesus, shepherds were the outcasts of society - wandering nomads that could have been run out of their family, farmers who had lost their land and their own flocks, homeless, etc. In a word, they were the dregs. And yet, the news of Jesus' birth was delivered to these outcasts first - and all people would be happy. The downtrodden were chosen to receive the blessed news first, and spread it to others.

And then the link was made to modern times. We have a responsibility to look after the downtrodden and outcasts of our society. We are our brothers' keepers. We must look out for the lesser of these.

The pastor started off the sermon mentioning how people are sentimental about Christmas - and how Christmas should never end. He finished up by saying that if we made a point to do something to help someone in need each day, then the Christmas spirit would last every day.

I must admit that this is the very first time I've ever heard a message of social justice in a Christian church - and I left feeling quite pleased - and further determined to carry out the charge of the ancient Greeks:

To tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.




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Silent Night
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"On Earth, Peace, good will toward men."

Merry Christmas.



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What's on your bookshelf?
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Here's mine:


top shelf

Searching for America's Heart: RFK and the Renewal of Hope by Peter Edelman
Science and Government by C.P. Snow
I Have a Dream: Writings and Speeches That Changed the World by Martin Luther King, Jr.
Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow
The Tea Companion (Connoisseur's Guides) by Jane Pettigrew
Parting the Waters: America in the King Years, 1954-63 by Taylor Branch

next row
The Federalist Papers by Madison, Jay, and Hamilton.
Journals 1952-2000 by Arthur Schlesinger, Jr.
Che Guevara: A Revolutionary Life by Jon Anderson
Pillar of Fire : America in the King Years 1963-65 by Taylor Branch

spines not facing you:
I Live By the Invisible: New & Selected Poems by Ray Bradbury
A Separate Peace by John Knowles
Night by Elie Wiesel
Selected Verse by Federico Garcia Lorca
Thomas Jefferson: An Intimate History by Fawn Brodie

next row
Make Gentle the Life of This World: The Vision of Robert F. Kennedy by Maxwell Taylor Kennedy
RFK: A Memoir by Jack Newfield
Robert F. Kennedy and the 1968 Indiana Primary by Ray Boomhower
Robert Kennedy: In His Own Words by Robert F. Kennedy
Taking On the System: Rules for Radical Change in a Digital Era by Markos Moulitsas Zuniga
James Madison by Ralph Ketchum

bottom shelf
Rythm Oil: A Journey Through the Music of the American South by Stanley Booth
Opus: 25 Years of His Sunday Best by Berke Breathed
Choosing a Jewish Life: A Handbook for People Converting to Judaism and for Their Family and Friends by Anita Diamant
At the Helm: A Laboratory Navigator by Kathy Barker
Fiddler's Green by Van Reid
Warmth Disperses and Time Passes: The History of Heat by Hans Christian Von Baeyer
Ted Williams: The Biography of an American Hero by Leigh Montville
Ben Franklin Stilled the Waves: An Informal History of Pouring Oil on Water with Reflections on the Ups and Downs of Scientific Life in General by Charles Tanford
You're Not Stupid! Get the Truth: A Brief on the Bush Presidency by William John Cox - My Great-Uncle!!!!
Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
Farewell Summer by Ray Bradbury
Once Upon a Fastball by Bob Mitchell
Cordelia Underwood: Or, The Marvelous Beginnings of the Moosepath League by Van Reid
Mollie Peer: or, The Underground Adventure of the Moosepath League by Van Reid
Daniel Plainway: Or The Holiday Haunting of the Moosepath League by Van Reid
Mrs. Roberto: Or the Widowy Worries of the Moosepath League by Van Reid
The October Country by Ray Bradbury
The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins
The Jewish Study Bible
The Poetry of Pablo Neruda by Pablo Neruda
The Two Cultures by C.P. Snow
Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave by Frederick Douglass

that stack beside the bed
The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes by Langston Hughes
Genes in Conflict: The Biology of Selfish Genetic Elements by Austin Burt
Mayflower: A Story of Courage, Community, and War by Nathaniel Philbrick
The Periodic Table by Primo Levi
The Fitzgeralds and the Kennedys: An American Saga by Doris Kearns Goodwin
Silent Spring by Rachel Carson
Thomas Paine: Enlightenment, Revolution, and the Birth of Modern Nations by Craig Nelson
Outsider in the House by Bernie Sanders
The Age of Entanglement: When Quantum Physics Was Reborn by Louisa Gilder

and on the bottom of that stack of books is a copy of The Scientist Magazine and Down East Magazine

That red book on top of the basket on the bottom shelf - that's the blank book I put my finished poems in. Of course, there are a million more books in our house...



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Hey Hey Johnny
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I've been knockin' but no one answers...

Rest in peace, John.






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believe
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If you're a regular reader here, then I don't need to tell you about my love of sailing. I got hooked on sailboats on one of our family trips to Maine. There is nothing more soothing than being under sail. On one of those trips to Maine, we were dining on the deck of a restaurant in Boothbay Harbor enjoying the sounds of the harbor. At the time, I was deeply involved in working on a new project to make chimeric proteins (new proteins from building blocks of 2 or more different proteins). It was all I thought about at work. I was trying to figure out if I had the idea for a new company and I used to talk to The Sage about starting this new company and making it successful so I could buy a boat and move to New England. So, we used "the boat" as the motivation to move forward. Well, you know the rest. The economy went to hell and all investment in new companies dried up.

No matter. I made a new friend who owns a boat and he's teaching me to sail. And the dream of my own boat lives on. While sitting on that deck overlooking the harbor that late September afternoon, my eye was caught by a beautiful wooden sailboat moored a few yards away. The nameplate on the stern of that wonderful boat - Chimera. And I knew one day, I would own a boat named Chimera.

Today, a package arrived from LL Bean with this in it:



In case you can't see it, the monogramming says, Chimera. ♥



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The Last Sail of 2009
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Last year, I got to sail once - at the end of October. This year, I vowed to sail much more and actually learn. Summer did not cooperate with timing and I only went twice, once at the beginning and once at the end. There were large plans for lots of fall sailing. The month of October here was miserable because it rained and rained and rained. We sailed once in October. However, Poseidon smiled upon us humble sailors and blessed us with wonderful weather this past month and we sailed three of the four weekends.

Yesterday was the last sail of the season as we're sure the weather is now turning cold. We had great weather and were joined by two old friends new to sailing with us. It was a full crew of six. And it was so much fun. It was just warm enough (with a hoodie) and the wind was great. The sail down was tranquil and made for lots of merriment. On the way back we had a strong, puffy wind and got to lay the boat over and put the rail in the water (almost 40 degree incline). That was awesome sailing and we all had a blast.

When we got back to the slip, we took off the sails, power washed the boat, and got ready to put her away for the season. It was a wonderful season of sailing with much learned. Now we sit in the cold and anticipate the thaw of spring and many more windy days of sailing.

Here's a slideshow of yesterday's adventure.





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Entropy Monday - baby steps edition
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Today was a monumental day. I've tried several times to do something directly for impoverished people in the world via some mechanism at work. Every attempt was greeted with "that's a great idea, we should figure out how to do that", and that's exactly where it ended.

A few weeks ago, I had another of these ideas inspired by [info]kellyrfineman and her mention of Kiva. My boss gave me the name of someone who might be able to help me, or at least point me in the right direction. I sent an email - and she replied and forwarded to the right person. That person responded that day saying "that's a great idea and we're thinking about doing something along those lines and I'll include you in future discussions". I'm thinking, OK, I've heard this before. But I held out hope anyway.

Last week, out of the blue, I get an email from another person in the company I didn't know. "This is a great idea and I want to help you implement it!!!" The first person I had emailed had also forwarded my note to this other person with a comment "great personal initiative." When the guy responded to me, he also copied in the other person that said we should do something. After his reply to me, she replied and let him know that she was working on a meeting and that we'd both be invited. In the meantime, the guy wanted to talk to me anyway - small victory #1.
Later that day, I got an invite to the meeting - and it includes people from our company in Africa and India!!! small victory #2!!!.

Today, I had my phone chat with the guy. Not much specifically related to the idea as we will now wait until the meeting with the larger group of folks. However, this guy was so cool and super enthusiastic. I told him how I was interested in this kind of work as the second phase of my career here and asked for his advice on how to make it happen. He joined this group from a totally different group - which is what I would be doing. He said the best way was to do exactly what I had done - have some personal initiative and start to make connections and build relationships with these folks. He also agreed to help me along with this. So perhaps sometime soon I can begin my career as the Bono of my company. How cool would that be?!!!

In other news, I got to go sailing again this past weekend. We have been blessed with some nice weather this month to make up for last month's crap. We didn't have the best wind in the world, but it was nice because I learned to sail in light wind, which is tough. My crew mate and I also got to learn more terminology and rigging function from the Captain. Most importantly, I finally got to sail the boat on my own - I navigated, and trimmed the sails, while the Captain was teaching the other crew mate.



And at the end of the day, we found the pelicans again!!!! Here they are fleeing the boat. This might just have been the best part of the day.





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I got to meet Greg Neri!!!
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[info]gneri is in town on book tour and appeared at a library in the city tonight. We got there a little late due to rush hour traffic. To my surprise, the illustrator for Chess Rumble, Jesse Joshua Watson, was also there with Greg. They gave a great talk about chess and its life lessons as well as a visual tour of how the book came about. Greg and Jesse also talked a bit about what life is like as a writer and illustrator. Greg also talked a bit about his upcoming graphic novel Yummy.

KJ has taken up with both Chess and reading, so it was a treat for him to go and to get an autographed copy of the book. Greg is a very cool dude. They gave an awesome presentation and I highly recommend them if they make it to your city.

Greg and Me






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Who will be our Bobby?
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In 1968 Bobby Kennedy entered the race for President in large part because he felt he needed to end the war in Vietnam. He was vociferous in opposition to the policies of escalation of the Johnson administration. Now, 40 years later, we find ourselves again bogged down in a war in Afghanistan and a President facing a decision about escalation. The original purpose is long confused. The Afghan government is illegitimate and corrupt. We have no partner and don't know the enemy. And yet, the generals are asking for more troops, more war. At what cost? To what purpose? Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. The former Soviet Union bogged down in Afghanistan for 9 years before leaving without "victory".

At the University of Kansas in March 1968, Bobby Kennedy said:

I would like to see the United States government to make it clear to the government of Saigon that we are not going to tolerate the corruption and the dishonesty. I think that we should make it clear to the government of Saigon that if we're going to draft young men, 18 years of age here in the United States, if we're going to draft young men who are 19 years-old here in the United States, and wer're going to send them to fight and die in Khe Sanh, that we want the government of South Vietnam to draft their 18-year-olds and their 19-year-olds.

It is past time to leave Afghanistan just as it was past time to leave Vietnam in 1968. There is no longer a clear mission. There is no defined enemy. Not another American soldier should come home in a flag-draped coffin. If President Obama follows the recommendations of his generals and sends tens of thousands more young men and women into war in Afghanistan, the question becomes, who will be our generation's Bobby Kennedy? Who will have the courage to speak out against the war? Who will stand up and say, no more!

Few men are willing to brave the disapproval of their fellows, the censure of their colleagues, the wrath of their society. Moral courage is a rarer commodity than bravery in battle or great intelligence. Yet, it is the one essential, vital quality of those who seek to change a world which yields most painfully to change. -RFK




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Sailing on Sunday - an original poem
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Sailing on Sunday

My God is
the water,
washing away my
fears
worries
cares.

My faith is
the wind,
carrying away my
soul
spirit
life.

My prophet is
the gull,
crying out my
hopes
dreams
destiny.

The wind in my hair,
the spray in my face,
the sails popping
the waves splashing,
these are my sanctuary,
my cathedral,
my peace.

(c) 2009 Jeffrey Seale



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little boys
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I took a day off today since the kids were out of school. McK went to a friend's house last night and KJ had one of his friends over here. Last night I took them out to dinner and they sat together in the booth, ordered the same thing, and generally acted like best friends. This a.m. we went to StL Bread Co. and had breakfast while the Toyota dealer did the required service on my truck. They sat together in the booth, ate the same kind of bagel, and generally acted like best friends.

After J. went home, KJ and I were out in the back raking up leaves and generally cleaning up the yard for winter. He was anxiously waiting for neighbor friend D. to get home so they could play together. And it reminded me of a best friend I had when I was 8 years old. I wrote about him a couple of years ago over at the long-defunct blog:

The recent trip home gave me pause to think about my best friend from childhood. I guess it started as we approached Shamrock, TX - that's where he was born. As we drove through Amarillo, I tried to remember how to get to his house. When we got out past the city, I saw a cemetery and wondered if that's where he was buried.

The last I saw of him was a picture in a newspaper clipping. The small photo showed an angry young man. He had robbed a series of banks and when he was finally caught, he shot himself and died. In the newspaper, he looked like a monster. However, I know better. He wasn't a monster, he was my best friend.

We met at the same church back when we were little kids. He and I were the same age and I suppose we met in a Sunday School class. At church, we were inseparable. We played on the same basketball team, we ran track together, and we always sat together during the service. I can still remember the times that we would have a sleepover. I'm pretty sure we asked every Sunday night after church during the summers. We would always spend part of our days dumpster digging - walking down the alleys looking in the dumpsters for good crap someone else decided to throw away. The stuff we dragged back to the house was enough to drive our mothers crazy. Another thing that we did was build a volcano garden in his backyard. We would get vitamin bottles and put them on the ground and then pile the dirt around them like mountains. We'd then put baking soda in them. Once we had them all set, we'd pour a little vinegar in the bottle and watch the volcano "explode." The solution that ran over would make little pock marks in the dirt making it look like volcanic rock. He and I were fans of the Dallas Cowboys - who wasn't in the 70s? We would take our quarters and run down to the corner 7-11 and buy a package of football cards each. After that, it was comparison of the collections and trading. "I'll give you my extra Roger Staubach for your extra Bob Griese." I used to carry a small scar on the inside of my left forearm where on one of our sleepovers, we decided to become blood brothers. We both made a tiny cut on our arms and then held them together for a minute or two to allow our blood to mix.

His dad was transferred whenever he was 10 and they moved to Amarillo. He came back to visit once or twice after that, and I think we made one or two trips to see them. I also remember writing a few times, although with boys, that is usually a shaky proposition. We pretty much lost touch after elementary school although I did think of him often. I guess I'll always think of him whenever I make that long drive back home through Shamrock and Amarillo. I'll probably wonder if things might have turned out differently if we had managed to keep in touch.

He was a good kid. He was my best friend. You never again have friends like the ones you have whenever you're 10...

We played king of the mountain out on the end
The world come chargin' up the hill, and we were women and men
Now there's so much that time, time and memory fade away
We got our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take
We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other
We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers

Now the hardness of this world slowly grinds your dreams away
Makin' a fool's joke out of the promises we make
And what once seemed black and white turns to so many shades of gray
We lose ourselves in work to do and bills to pay
And it's a ride, ride, ride, and there ain't much cover
With no one runnin' by your side my blood brother

On through the houses of the dead past those fallen in their tracks
Always movin' ahead and never lookin' back
Now I don't know how I feel, I don't know how I feel tonight
If I've fallen 'neath the wheel, if I've lost or I've gained sight
I don't even know why, I don't why I made this call
Or if any of this matters anymore after all

But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother
-Springsteen "Blood Brothers"

I think being an 8 year-old boy is about the best thing in the world to be. It's been an interesting summer watching mine and connecting with a long-ago 8 year-old boy. It was a late summer of conquering fears. KJ had been ambivalent about riding his bicycle and in fact, sold it in the end of summer garage sale. But when D. showed up on his one afternoon, KJ asked to ride it and in fact learned in just a few minutes. We bought him one the next day and he's been riding with his friend ever since. KJ has never been one for riding roller coasters at Six Flags. But this year, he rode the Evel Knievel when his grandparents visited. It's not a small roller coaster, but it isn't the biggest. A few weeks later, he wanted to go back and so he and I went and he rode The Screaming Eagle - which is a BIG wooden roller coaster. I rode that when I was 10 and hated it. Never wanted to ride again. Didn't ride puke rides again until I was in my 20s. But he loved it. And we rode it 8 times that day. And then we went to The Boss, the biggest, baddest wooden roller coaster at Six Flags. And he contemplated riding it that day. Studied it. You could see him battling on the inside. Ultimately he didn't. Another trip we went to The Ninja - a metal coaster with two loops and a corkscrew. Again, he battled, but ultimately caved to his fear. But, just before Halloween and closing for the season, we went back to Six Flags and he rode both The Boss and The Ninja, and loved them, too. Now he's an official roller coaster fiend.

In just the last week, he has conquered his reluctance to read. I mentioned it in an earlier entry. But in just two weeks, he has read all four of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books - 868 pages in total as he is proud to tell you when you ask.

On this late fall day, I watched my little boy, thought about my childhood friends and all the things that we did, and felt that connection to the past, the present, and the future through his eyes. Today was a very good day...



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Constitution Wednesday - Federalist No. 21
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You can find the Federalist Papers in their entirety at The Library of Congress website.

Other Defects of the Present Confederation
For the Independent Journal.

The previous 3 papers gave historical examples of the failure of weak confederate governments. In this paper, Hamilton summarizes the most important defects with the Articles of Confederation so that citizens of the US could make a sound judgment about the ability of the proposed constitution to repair those defects.

Hamilton starts by saying the current federal government has no real authority to enforce its laws. There was no explicit declaration of such powers in the Articles of Confederation and in Article 2, all powers not expressly delegated to the United States were reserved to the states. Sounds like the 10th Amendment to the Constitution, no? Hamilton contends that it is absurd that such a power of enforcement would not be at least implied to the federal government, but given Article 2 about expressed powers, he states that in fact, the United States government had been put in a weakened state never seen in such a government.

If we are unwilling to impair the force of this applauded provision, we shall be obliged to conclude, that the United States afford the extraordinary spectacle of a government destitute even of the shadow of constitutional power to enforce the execution of its own laws. It will appear, from the specimens which have been cited, that the American Confederacy, in this particular, stands discriminated from every other institution of a similar kind, and exhibits a new and unexampled phenomenon in the political world.

The next defect outlined by Hamilton relates to the guarantee of obligations of the states. There was no expressed guaranty between the states - essentially, no backing of obligations of the states by the other states. Again, it might have been reasonable to assume that such a guaranty existed, but again as above, Article 2 restricted federal powers to those EXPRESSED in the Articles of Confederation. Hamilton says this lack of expressed guaranty is not as endangering as the inability of the federal government to enforce its laws.

Essentially this is dangerous to the union in cases of internal dissent (covered in depth in No. 6, No. 7, No. 8, No. 9, and No. 10). The federal government was powerless to persuade other states to help put down dissension in other states. Hamilton uses the recent example of Shay's Rebellion to demonstrate the potential danger of this deficiency.

The tempestuous situation from which Massachusetts has scarcely emerged, evinces that dangers of this kind are not merely speculative. Who can determine what might have been the issue of her late convulsions, if the malcontents had been headed by a Caesar or by a Cromwell? Who can predict what effect a despotism, established in Massachusetts, would have upon the liberties of New Hampshire or Rhode Island, of Connecticut or New York?

In the next section, Hamilton expounds on this conflict between local and federal governance articulating the age old argument of the federal government meddling in the business of the states. He says that at the heart of the matter is a distrust of the federal power, but the strong federal power is the essential component and advantage of the union. Of course, even this power of the government could not negate peaceable changes in state laws, and so Hamilton says there really is no basis for this fear. This power of the federal government would only be used in cases of violent rebellion in the states. Hamilton believes that this larger power to the union would indeed protect against such violent disputes.

The peace of society and the stability of government depend absolutely on the efficacy of the precautions adopted on this head. Where the whole power of the government is in the hands of the people, there is the less pretense for the use of violent remedies in partial or occasional distempers of the State. The natural cure for an ill-administration, in a popular or representative constitution, is a change of men. A guaranty by the national authority would be as much levelled against the usurpations of rulers as against the ferments and outrages of faction and sedition in the community.

The remainder of the paper deals with the treasury of the nation, a subject of Hamilton's expertise (covered in detail in No. 11 and No. 12). Instead of just recapitulating his previous arguments, Hamilton focuses on the issue of a national treasury in respect to equality between the states. At the root of the issue is the inability to determine a common standard for determining the wealth of a state. This is true whether one is comparing the relative wealth between The Netherlands, Russia, and Germany or Virginia and North Carolina (or other United States comparisons). Hamilton says that this inability to accurately compare the relative wealth of individual counties within a state. The reason for this in ability to accurately compare the wealth between states is that this wealth is comprised of a diversity of contributions which vary among the states. This results in:

The consequence clearly is that there can be no common measure of national wealth, and, of course, no general or stationary rule by which the ability of a state to pay taxes can be determined. The attempt, therefore, to regulate the contributions of the members of a confederacy by any such rule, cannot fail to be productive of glaring inequality and extreme oppression.

Hamilton then states that this inadequacy alone would be enough to eventually bring down the union even if a mode of enforcement could be determined.

The resolution of this conflict is to allow the federal government to raise its own revenues through taxes and other means related to consumption. This would allow each individual to determine his tax burden by controlling his consumption. Presumably potential inequalities among states in one area would be counterbalanced by inequalities in other areas. Even in cases where the inequalities were not balanced, they would not be as out of proportion as would be the case of revenue quotas for each state based upon some arbitrary valuation. Hamilton also notes the value of consumption-based taxes in regulating against excesses.

If duties are too high, they lessen the consumption; the collection is eluded; and the product to the treasury is not so great as when they are confined within proper and moderate bounds. This forms a complete barrier against any material oppression of the citizens by taxes of this class, and is itself a natural limitation of the power of imposing them.

Hamilton then proposes that such indirect taxes should make up the majority of the revenue as opposed to a direct tax on property etc. due to the difficulties in assessing fairly the value of such subjective articles. Hamilton then closes by saying that situations may arise where a limit might be made on the amount of taxation imposed by the federal government.

In a branch of taxation where no limits to the discretion of the government are to be found in the nature of things, the establishment of a fixed rule, not incompatible with the end, may be attended with fewer inconveniences than to leave that discretion altogether at large.


Next week - Federalist No. 22 The Same Subject Continued: Other Defects of the Present Confederation



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that sound you hear
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is a somewhat reluctant reader sitting upstairs devouring Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jeff Kinney!!!!!!!!!!

I should also thank Trenton Lee Stewart. He appeared at our library last evening and I took the kids. He was great! Very funny, but also very engaging with the kids. If he comes to your town, definitely check him out. He's a very nice guy. And there's enough humor in his talk for the grownups, too. After McK got her book signed and we got in the car, KJ said he couldn't wait to get home because he wanted to find Diary of a Wimpy Kid on the shelf and read it. He and I had made a trip to Borders the night before and he saw the up front display for the newest in the Wimpy Kid series.

So, perhaps this weekend we've had a harmonic convergence of the reading vibes and our little boy will actually want to read now.

"I'm on page 105!!!!" was just shouted from above ;o)



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Friday Five
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1. I miss baseball already. Yeah, no Red Sox = no baseball.

2. I miss fall already. Whatever we're having now is more like early winter and I'm not satisfied with only a week of fall-like weather.

3. I got to sit down with a Vice-President of the company this week and talk about cool stuff. My ideas, his ideas, new ideas. This guy is a pioneer in this place and is largely responsible for where we are now. At the end of that hour, he said, "it's always fun talking with you".

4. I like Halloween because of Brach's caramels...

5. We should all be allowed to hide in a box in the attic every now and then.



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Words to live by
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I don't know who originally said this, but I read this quote from Maine Governor John Baldacci in the latest Down East magazine:

It's always better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.

yes.

EDITED: google tells me that this is apparently an old Chinese proverb.



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Entropy Friday - Five edition
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Looking around this place I see that most of my entries lately are Federalist Papers or Nobel Prizes.

1. Nobel Prizes. I bet the recipients announced earlier this week are probably just a little more jazzed today knowing they'll be partying with Obama in Stockholm in Dec. I know I would.
I received an email from Obama today about the announcement and I think it is the important thing about today's news:

That is why I've said that I will accept this award as a call to action, a call for all nations and all peoples to confront the common challenges of the 21st century. These challenges won't all be met during my presidency, or even my lifetime. But I know these challenges can be met so long as it's recognized that they will not be met by one person or one nation alone.

This award -- and the call to action that comes with it -- does not belong simply to me or my administration; it belongs to all people around the world who have fought for justice and for peace. And most of all, it belongs to you, the men and women of America, who have dared to hope and have worked so hard to make our world a little better.

So today we humbly recommit to the important work that we've begun together.

Yes, "to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world..." We have much work to do.

2. I'm trying to organize a micro-loan program at work to help farmers in the developing world make their farms more productive and sustainable. I got the inspiration from Kiva. Thanks to [info]kellyrfineman for the tip.

3. The Red Sox lost last night. The umpires were horrid, but the Sox lost because they couldn't hit the ball. For the love of Ted Williams, we need to win tonight!!! Oh, and Johnny Damon is still a rat bastard.



4. I downloaded the new Pearl Jam album a couple of weeks ago. This one might be their best yet - on par with Ten. I particularly love this song:



5. It's definitely a late autumn day here today, very rainy and abnormally cold. But, I love every minute of it. If I could live some place where the weather was perpetually like this (well, minus the rain), I'd be a happy dude.



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Go Sox!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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For the love of Teddy Ballgame - go beat the crap outta the Angels!!!





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