I heard a discussion regarding working from home. Companies are supposedly finding greater productivity form employees working in their own homes. Those engaged with the subject noted that Silicon Valley's real estate prices are extremely high. If folks can clock in from home, perhaps employees will choose to live where more of their salary goes in their pockets and less goes to housing and cost of living.
Well I thought a bit further. Companies could also save on tolerance training. Employees from various backgrounds wouldn't have to intermingle. They wouldn't overhear each other's conversation in the break room. I wonder if the workplace, for many, isn't the last avenue where one has to encounter someone who sees life from a very different perspective. Eliminating mixing eliminates the need for tolerance.
Or does work from home expand the need for tolerance training? Is your den, which is doubling as your office work property or private? If you submit work assignments on your home computer, can you write inflammatory posts on the same screen? Maybe, workers will be required to roll through Computer-Based Learning on these subjects at home. What happens to a society that has to learn how to get along with others through a slideshow?
I don't know.
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Saturday, May 23, 2020
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
I just finished watching “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence.” The simple courage of Ransom Stoddard to fight his own battles for the rule of law. This courage inspired a large chunk of a western territory to vote against the bully.
Not good. The bully calls Ransom out, “Leave or die.” Of course Ransom chose to stay. He held no chance against the hardened, cruel Liberty. Liberty played with Ransom, shooting him in the arm. Liberty lifted his pistol for the kill shot. Ransom lurched his pistol at the other gunman. Shots shouted, Liberty Valence crumpled and died.
Courage based on the rule of law so animated this fictional character that he carried the entire plot. So what? You and I might ask. It’s a piece of early sixties fiction. Does fiction shape society or vice versa? The answer is possibly.
Do we have such insulation arising from our speaking to our current culture
Not good. The bully calls Ransom out, “Leave or die.” Of course Ransom chose to stay. He held no chance against the hardened, cruel Liberty. Liberty played with Ransom, shooting him in the arm. Liberty lifted his pistol for the kill shot. Ransom lurched his pistol at the other gunman. Shots shouted, Liberty Valence crumpled and died.
Courage based on the rule of law so animated this fictional character that he carried the entire plot. So what? You and I might ask. It’s a piece of early sixties fiction. Does fiction shape society or vice versa? The answer is possibly.
Do we have such insulation arising from our speaking to our current culture
Thursday, February 20, 2020
Trees and seasons
Trees live backward. Their hands and arms are covered with color when the world lays warm under summer's spell, yet when winter threatens they drop their leaves and stand shivering, uncovered before us all.
How to save tears

Most retail super department stores are designed to be an overload. The sounds, smells, sights and textures shout, “We are great and have what you want.” Add in large numbers of shoppers and associates and any tot is bound to be overwhelmed.
So what can parents do to help their children face this confusing activity?
1) Don’t shop when your child is tired.
Tired + overload = major stress no exceptions.
2) Double team shopping as much as possible.
Single parents are amazing. Ask a friend to join you for help.
If you have a significant other shop when you both can take part.
3) Screaming kids need to know that shouting ends shopping.
If the child has been fed, changed and is rested
then one adult takes the child out of the store to let him or her calm down.
If one adult is shopping, then the trip ends until the screamer is under control.
Leave the cart parked unobtrusely.
Leave the store, calmly making clear that screaming children don't get to shop.
4) Never threaten something you aren't willing to carry out.
Counting to three only works if something bad happens at '3.'
Crazy threats are seen through by the child. They can figure out that you won't 'Spank them
right here.'
5) What about spanking?
I wouldn't try it in a store.
Sometimes a child gets so worked up and out of control that a tap on the butt is needed.
If '3' is a spanking, then end the trip, take the child to the car and do what must be done.
Kids don't instinctly know how to act while department store shopping. The large open spaces invite running. All the merchandise begs to be grabbed. Its up to a child's parents to teach kids how to behave in such spaces. Now if only I could get my oldest to speed it up while clothes shopping.
New Evolutionary Theory
It’s Steaming

- We have no tails. We carry what is called the tail bone, but no actual tail. Tails would be immensely useful! Balance, grabbing things, “Gibbs slapping” others in the back of the head. Most monkeys have them. Us nope. Tails evolved from the tailbone.
- Real birthday suits. We have to make clothes and buy clothes and give clothes to the Salvation Army. Monkeys are born with theirs. They change size as the primates grow. They shed for heat and thicken for cold, a definite evolutionary advancement over our pathetic efforts to cover ourselves. Fur evolved from clothes.
- Jungle lost cities. These ancient ruins found deep and far from current civilization are evidence that ancient monkeys have left behind as they have evolved past the need for them. With coats and tails and prehensile toes as well as fingers they foot waved “goodbye” and made their life beyond the grind that you and I now toil in. Deserted cities.
- So called lack of language. I can hear it now, “But we can talk and make cool stuff, what about that?” I would like you to think (irony) on this. Monkeys have evolved past spoken and written words. As all good Star Trek fans know advanced races speak telepathically. They only reduce themselves to speech for the backwards humans. Same here. Its all in their head.
- Cavendish demise. Both National Geographic and Science are reporting a new strain of virus that renders Cavendish bananas sterile. My associate and I are convinced this is the work of the monkeys. They have determined this popular banana was the key to their evolution. Prolonged daily exposure to the fruit brought on the tail and the fur and other changes of which we are in the dark about. They have been experimenting for decades to isolate a way to “take out” the Cavendish and have finally succeeded. We will continue to hit our heads against the evolutionary ceiling of humans, while they evolve in peace.
Evolution turned on its head, and remember “It’s Steaming” in a pile right on this page.
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
Why should blue give hope? Why does a clear sky pass on comfort? It blocks out the gaping black of space. Is that why? Eyes hold blue for some. Does that color rise from a hopeful mind or a cloud gazer?
Blue does raise my thoughts from grey, failed slush. Blue brings energy, marks future horizons. Blue is clean without the starkness of bleached white. Deep blue carries authority like a war bitten admiral commanding his marines.
Would blue drift and wrap me in peace if I had been born under an orange sky? What if I lived under the blue almost endlessly like a scorpion in the desert? Would I hope it’s oppressive, unblinking gaze were erased by the reset of night. Then black might be my hope in its velvety safety.
Blue does raise my thoughts from grey, failed slush. Blue brings energy, marks future horizons. Blue is clean without the starkness of bleached white. Deep blue carries authority like a war bitten admiral commanding his marines.
Would blue drift and wrap me in peace if I had been born under an orange sky? What if I lived under the blue almost endlessly like a scorpion in the desert? Would I hope it’s oppressive, unblinking gaze were erased by the reset of night. Then black might be my hope in its velvety safety.
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