The Icon: It's the DD(X), the US Navy's 21st-Century Destroyer. As some folks may or may not know, I've been working in the Defense field for some time. My group at work is in the process of firming up the product line brochure and communications plan for Navy PEO Ships. I happen to really like that photo (the bigger one is beautiful) so it's my current icon of choice. (My father also happens to be a senior systems engineer on the DD(X) program for another firm.)
Cleveland Indians outfielder, Coco Crisp, may have the coolest name in sports.
NBA Finals: For anyone on this list that actually follows pro-ball, I must admit I'm pretty shocked at just how much of an ass-whipping the Pistons are laying on the Lakers. Almost as shocking as Tom Tolbert and his hideous 1970's style plaid suits - so ugly even Herb Tarleck wouldn't wear them.
Last Friday: My thanks for those who offered empathy for my complaints. As it turned out, I'm a big whiny crybaby, with nothing much to moan about. The office was empty, I got tons of work done, and there was zero traffic on the roads after all.
Ralph Wiley died last night of a heart attack at the age of 52. For those who don't follow sports, you probably won't know or care. Wiley wrote 28 cover articles for Sports Illustrated, had a column on ESPN.Com Page 2, and was the author of several books including Why Black People Tend to Shout. Wiley was funny, sharp, and witty - one of the rare sports commentators who could speak in vernacular without being lame, who could offer social commentary without seeming like a pompous blowhard, and who had genuine insight. I'll miss reading him.
Cleveland Indians outfielder, Coco Crisp, may have the coolest name in sports.
NBA Finals: For anyone on this list that actually follows pro-ball, I must admit I'm pretty shocked at just how much of an ass-whipping the Pistons are laying on the Lakers. Almost as shocking as Tom Tolbert and his hideous 1970's style plaid suits - so ugly even Herb Tarleck wouldn't wear them.
Last Friday: My thanks for those who offered empathy for my complaints. As it turned out, I'm a big whiny crybaby, with nothing much to moan about. The office was empty, I got tons of work done, and there was zero traffic on the roads after all.
Ralph Wiley died last night of a heart attack at the age of 52. For those who don't follow sports, you probably won't know or care. Wiley wrote 28 cover articles for Sports Illustrated, had a column on ESPN.Com Page 2, and was the author of several books including Why Black People Tend to Shout. Wiley was funny, sharp, and witty - one of the rare sports commentators who could speak in vernacular without being lame, who could offer social commentary without seeming like a pompous blowhard, and who had genuine insight. I'll miss reading him.
Actually I have learned a valuable lesson, maybe even several
There are more than two parties involved in any discussion in the journals or on the boards. There is the journal owner/original thread originator, the commenter and the audience. Much of what I say I really don't expect a response from the owner/originator. It'd be nice, but not really necessary. I write for the same reason that Angel fights, to be someone. When I speak, I define myself with every word. What words I choose to use will determine who I am.
I could play ball. I'm not untrained in rhetoric. I choose not to do that. To do so would portray me unrealistically to the audience, that third party involved here. When speaking with someone who isn't going to change his mind and just wants to give me a lesson, whatever lesson that is, why would speaking with such an individual be more important than voicing my opinion to the general audience?
and this is a lesson that the US needs to learn. When we speak to nation X, we aren't just speaking to them. The entire world may be and probably is listening. When we are duplicitous in our dealings with one nation, even if it is in our national interest not to be with another, why should any other nations trust us? When we support a dictator and then years later go after him, how does that make us look?
To be perfectly honest if I want the merits of that "ship," I can do one of two things, I can pick up The Navy Times or I can google it. The wonders of living in an information age. I was more curious to see you justify it, since it not only informs me about the ship, but you. Every time someone opens his mouth/moves his fingers he speaks about two things, the topic and himself.
The fun part of this exchange was I got EXACTLY what I wanted. I didn't want to know about some "ship." I wanted to know about you. Thank you for providing me with this information. With or without your cooperation, this information can be obtained. Your lack of cooperation spoke rather loudly.
Am I far superior for my forthrightness? That is for the audience to determine. I illustrated who I was and I am quite content with what I said and how I said it. I didn't just not compromise my forthrightness. I didn't compromise myself.
Maybe you learned a bit about me.
Re: Actually I have learned a valuable lesson, maybe even several
Why then, not just cut me out, and speak directly to the audience?
Re: Actually I have learned a valuable lesson, maybe even several
That is my approach to most things in life. I am a psychologist. I wouldn't have studied it, if people and why they believe or do what they do didn't fascinate me. You are a person. You fascinate me.
That doesn't mean that presenting myself honestly is going to take precedence over this fascination. I'm pretty self-centered and I fascinate me too. Sometimes I amaze myself with what I write. I go back and think, "Wow, I wrote that."