Framing the Dialogue

Archive for February, 2010

Bunny Hop

Most of the media has focused on the tawdry affair between John Edwards and Reille Hunter and their “love child.”  Former Edwards’ confidant, Andrew Young, revealed the details of the relationship in his new tell-all book.  Maybe the most shocking part of the story is that people were actually shocked that Edwards was having an affair.  I found it disturbing that Mrs. Edwards seems to have known about the affair during the presidential campaign.

Talk To The Hand

Even before I reached my advanced age I was a list maker.  Whether it be a shopping list, task list or the every present Honey-Do list there is usually one in my pocket.  My obsession (or organization skill) is to the point where I will actually add a task to a work list after I have completed it.  The task did not have to be on my original list.  I just like to cross items off of my lists.

Power Play

A productive business meeting to me is an oxymoron so imagine what it might be like to attend a business retreat.  In Power Play Jake Landry found himself “invited” to attend a retreat with all of the top echelon of his company.  Not only was Jake not part of that crowd, the crowd  consisted of hyper-competitive personalities vying for position of their company.  Many of whom opposed the new CEO who was recently hired from outside the corporation.

We

From the back cover:

“Written in 1921, We is set in the One State, where all live for the collective good and individual freedom does not exist.  The novel takes the form of the diary of mathematician D-503, who, to his shock, experiences the most disruptive emotion imaginable: love.”

On the front cover:

“A new translation…”

Ordinarily I would not even pick up a book written in 1921 translated from its original Russian, but it was recommended by a friend.  That was not enough though until I was told that Ayn Rand was influenced by this book.  After finishing the novel, I have to admit that I did not really see the influence in Rand’s work although there were some common threads. 

My Turn At Bat

Sorry this is not a baseball post.  Those of us living in Pittsburgh with the hapless Pirates; holders of the longest losing streak of all professional sports (17 years and counting) don’t talk about much about professional baseball.  Our president gave his first pitch at a State of the Union speech and apparently did not hit the strike zone.  I confess to not watching as I could not bear to see Ms. Pelosi popping up every 30 seconds, Obama’s use of the words “I” or “me” a gazillion times or his unusual speech pattern whistling his S’s.  The fact that he is on television every 17 hours giving a speech did not weigh in his favor either.  I played tennis on our Wii (I achieved “Pro” status during his speech).

Some Small Stuff Is Sweet

One of the most common pieces of advice that you will ever hear is;

“Don’t sweat the small stuff!”

I am in my third week of a new job and the stress is often quite high.  The stress is higher because it is actually a new career since it is quite different than my previous jobs and I entered the company at a high level.  Expectations (both mine and the owner’s) are rather high.  The break in period lasted about three hours.  I still have not finished reading the company manual and started doing payroll before I got my first paycheck.

Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

This is a favorite story that I heard on the radio a few years ago…

The local school district had scheduled a meeting with parents before implementing their new sex education program.  As expected, the auditorium had a lot of interested parents in attendance.  The administration went through the curriculum and referenced all the relevant research supporting their lesson plans.

A father in the audience listened for a while and noticed a conspicuous absence of abstinence from their strategies.  He screwed up his courage and asked why.  His question was met with snickers from the audience and condescension from the educators.  They were kind enough to prove him how wrong his views were.  They were the experts after all.  You can imagine this poor man slinking in his seat after what seemed like a scolding.