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Thinking A Dangerous Occupation

People like to believe that their beliefs have a foundation in logic and rational thought. It is comforting to believe that our actions are guided by principles that come from carefully reasoned arguments that are based upon facts. Prior to blogging it was something that I believed to be true about myself. But blogging and experience has convinced me that this is most assuredly not true. I remember teasing the Shmata Queen about how she was short, crazy and illogical. I told her that every time she tried to think she got herself in trouble. Suffice it to say that when she finished beating me over the head with that enormous black purse I had a large bruise and a revelation. I realized that many of my beliefs were nothing more than arbitrary choices that I had made. The logical positions that I had assumed they were based upon weren't always that. I'd like to say that from that moment on I vowed never to make a choice that wasn't based upon fact. I'd like to say that

I Don't Want To Live A Life of Fear and Denial

A man sits beneath a clear blue sky. Alone with his thoughts stares out at the still water of a swimming pool and wonders how it is he has reached this place. This moment in time in which he is supposed to revel in the joy of accomplishment and victories both past and present. He is struck the absurdity of his position and his feelings. Some would say that he is at the top of his game. He has many things that others do not. A wife, children, dog, mortgage and a career that is filled with promise and opportunity. These are things that not everyone experiences. The thought makes him smile wistfully. Some would raise hell for referring to family as things. They would say that his problem is referring to people as things and not as people. It made him smile bigger, the suggestion that he was dehumanizing his family. Those who would suggest that clearly did not understand or know him. Not that any of that mattered, it was more conjecture than anything else. The one thing that he was rea

Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #13

2010 is the year of the daddy blogger and as such it is time again for the Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience. Here we are in week 13 of our ongoing journey throughout the daddy blogosphere. A collection of thoughts and ideas that are produced and reproduced by the male of the species. Our Identical Twins...: Dylan and Kennedy are 11 months old!! Bald Guy in Plaid Pants: Rodents, Pea Pods, New Room, Etc . ARTSIPOP: Down But Not Out Jack: Dear Angry Mommy Blogger A Not So Conventional Father: Flippin' Cute Kids Jesus Has Two Daddies: Fatherhood Friday: A big kid at heart, but a senior citizen in body Mocha Dad: Mocha Dad and Moms: Lessons in Parenting Hands To War: How To Become A Trophy Husband NY Dad: Don’t I know you from somewhere… Sex and The Single Dad: Ten Things That Make Me Happy The Daddy Files: Pregnant = Scary  Clark Kent's Lunchbox: Why Don't He Write? (Or Read) And Triplets Make Six: Lovie Lookalike Life of A New Dad: War is Hell R

Twitter's Follow Friday- The Rules You Need To Know

Download now or listen on posterous 16 Ezekiel 25_17.m4a (1615 KB) The Best Part of each Friday is when I log on to Twitter and see 52 links to posts about the rules for using social media. Many of these posts are written by self proclaimed Social Media experts who claim to make their living by advising businesses and people on their social media strategy. Color me dubious but I don't think that most of these experts are earning a living through their social media work. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe more than a few people have managed to capitalize on the social media gold rush. Maybe some of these experts have figured out a way to leverage the interest into something that pays. It wouldn't be the first time that I have been wrong, but judging by the ongoing posts by mommy bloggers about a desire to be paid for their work there is little evidence to suggest that I am. It is probably unfair to poke fun at those who designate themselves as Social Media Experts but I a

Dear Angry Mommy Blogger

Dear Angry Mommy Blogger, Hello. It is your good friend Jack writing to you from his little corner of cyberspace. I am here to tell you that my heart bleeds for you, poor little mommy blogger. You, the overworked and under appreciated renaissance woman deserve better than you have received. For the past year or so you have worked really hard to build a blog that you can use to get free crap to giveaway to your readers. You have gone to parties, conferences and conventions and worked really, really, really hard to be nice to the mean girls as well as the nice ones. Every day you devote hours to your blog. And you do that in between changing diapers, driving carpool, cooking dinner, telling stories about how crazy your mother-in-law is or swapping stories about the stupid things your husband does. But in spite of your best efforts you aren't given the respect that you so rightly deserve. The brands want you to work for free. They send you press releases and ask you to write a

Mnemonic- Nifty Memory Tricks

Mnemonic - Main Entry: 1 mne·mon·ic Etymology: Greek mnēmonikos, from mnēmōn mindful, from mimnēskesthai to remember — more at mind Date: 1753 1 : assisting or intended to assist memory; also : of or relating to mnemonics 2 : of or relating to memory Some of the math geeks might be familiar with the mnemonic devices surrounding Pi. Wolfram Mathworld has a collection called Pi Worldplay that are kind of cool. For example: "How I want a drink, alcoholic of course, after the heavy lectures involving quantum mechanics" The number of letters in each word relates to each of the first 15 digits in Pi (3.14159265358979). Some other examples of mnemonics : Order of taxonomy in biology: (Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genus, Species) Kids Prefer Cheese Over Fried Green Spinach. Order of geological time periods: (Cambrian, Ordovician, Silurian, Devonian, Carboniferous, Permian, Triassic, Jurassic, Cretaceous, Paleocene, Eocene, Oligocene,

Music for the morning

Just a few tunes to get your morning moving.   Download now or listen on posterous 1-09 Mess Around.m4a (4835 KB)   Download now or listen on posterous 1-04 Jumpin' In The Morning.m4a (4880 KB)   Download now or listen on posterous 17 (Night Time Is) The Right Time 1.m4a (7739 KB) Posted via email from thejackb's posterous

Old Comments- A Few Notes

I am beginning to think that the Smoke Monster has eaten/killed/destroyed whatever and whomever is working upon the comment situation here. Or should I say that DISQUS hasn't figured out yet why my old comments haven't been imported into their system. It is more than a little frustrating that weeks later I am still waiting for the old comments to be imported, but since I like their commenting system better than blogger I'll have to wait a little bit longer and see what happens. AllI ask is that it happens before moshiach comes. ;)

The Traveling Jack Show- I Hate Flying

Flying reminds me a bit of hanging out with an old girlfriend. There are moments where I stare at you and wonder why we ever broke up. You're beautiful. You're sexy and you're a lot of fun. We start to talk and the conversation just flows. For a while I start to wonder why we broke up. Maybe it wasn't you, maybe it was me. But gradually I find evidence of the things that I didn't like and the shine starts to fade a bit. When you laugh you snort. When we were going out I thought that it was cute, but at the end it made me crazy. I notice a few other details that irritate me and slowly I remember why it is that we don't see each other anymore. That sort of describes my feelings about flying. There was a time when I loved it. It used to be special and exciting. It was an experience that I look forward to, but not anymore. Now it is a task. Next month Traveling Jack hits the road again. Got places to go and people to see. And it means that I am stuc

Wednesday Wrap Up

Here is a quick selection of recent posts from the blog: My Penis Died What Really Happens in School Lost Continued- Unanswered Questions Jack Looks Stupid on Video- One Hour Photo Take a Walk on The Wild Side Learn Something New Each Day- LOST Edition The Lost Series Finale Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #12 You "Do" For Family

My Penis Died

I wrote this five years ago , but thanks to a recent discussion with my son I decided to unveil it again. New posts are forthcoming. My oh my do I love my son. He consistently makes me smile and laugh, with the intermittent bouts of screaming. He is a miniature version of myself, smaller. smarter and with more energy. The Pentium to my 386. Today he had me close to doubled over with laughter on a couple of occasions. He called me into his room because he was very excited about something. I moseyed on in and he said to me: "Abba, my penis died." "Oh, I see. How did it die," I asked. "First it was really big and it was standing up. And then it became soft and fell down," He replied. "So let me ask you a question. Were you touching it before it got really small." "Yes, first I did a thing to it like this and then after a while it died." "Ok, I see. Let me tell you a few things about how your penis works and let&

What Really Happens in School

Well I'm an axe grinder Piledriver Mother says that I never never mind her Got no brains I'm insane Teacher says that I'm one big pain I'm like a laser 6-streamin' razor I got a mouth like an alligator I want it louder More power I'm gonna rock ya till it strikes the hour [CHORUS 1:] Bang your head! Metal Health'll drive you mad Band your head! Metal Health'll drive you mad Metal Health - Quiet Riot  My children go to one of them high falutin' fancy private schools where we pay a boatload of money so that little Johnny and Sally can receive a better education than they would in a public school. We do it because education is of paramount importance. We do it because no matter what happens to you in life your education cannot be taken from you. I make a point of being around the school. The teachers and administrators know me by name. Parents of the other students know me and my children know that I am an active participant in their

Take a Walk on The Wild Side

Your name is Johnny and you have been in love with June for so many years you can't remember what it was like before her.  The two of you had a whirlwind romance that took you both by surprise. It was unexpected and unlooked for, but deeply appreciated. Together you built a secret world and learned about love on a level that most people never reach. You shared your thoughts, hopes and dreams. You laughed and learned together, held hands and walked through a land of magic. For a long while you were the kind of couple that people described as being disgustingly happy. For years you ruled your kingdom alongside your queen. It was both magical and mystical. You loved June so damn fiercely that it hurt to be apart from her. You called her your air as she did you. When she told you that no one else could take better care of you than she you smiled and your heart swelled with joy. It was impossible not to smile because you knew that it was true. So you took her in your arms and prom

Learn Something New Each Day- LOST Edition

It has become a cliche of sorts to teach your children to try and learn something new each day. It is the kind of thing that some people say without any real regard for what it means. It is not so different from people who ask how you are doing but are truly uninterested in your response. I am not one of those people. I don't say that to make myself look good but because I don't ask you how you are doing unless I want to know. I am a grouchy old man who doesn't care whether you like me or not. Social pleasantries are for the kind and dimwitted. Unfortunately I am merely dimwitted and bereft of the kindness gene. Anyhoo, the series finale for LOST has come and gone and though it didn't hit the mark that I hoped that it would it did serve as a good teaching tool for myself. I expect that it will help me to achieve some of my goals. I am a guy who dreams of being a minstrel or bard, a traveling storyteller who can spin a good yarn and then sing a song or two about l

The Lost Series Finale

It is a few minutes after 1 A.M and Jack the vampire boy is wide awake and thinking about the LOST series finale. I watched every episode of that show from start to finish. I wouldn't identify myself as one of the hardcore fans who followed it with religious adoration, but I was a regular. A regular who very much enjoyed the series and found many of the episodes to be outstanding. Not just outstanding but intriguing. They did what a good show is supposed to do, they drew me in and made me feel. They engaged my mind and made me ask questions about what was happening. In that respect I am sure that I was quite similar to millions of other fans. So while I was sorry to see the show end I was pleased to have the opportunity to have those questions answered. As the the final episodes ticked away I grew more interested and more intrigued by what the finale would share with us. And I prayed that it wouldn't fall into the same trap as The Sopranos Finale . Ok, it is an exaggerati

Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #12

2010 is the year of the daddy blogger and as such it is time again for the Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience. Here we are in week 12 of our ongoing journey throughout the daddy blogosphere. A collection of thoughts and ideas that are produced and reproduced by the male of the species. While you are under no obligation to link, tweet or engage in any sort of promotion about the festival it is greatly appreciated when you do. And now on with the show.That's it for now. This shouldn't be considered a complete list of the many fine daddy bloggers, but it does provide a small glimpse into our world. " one way or another all men are mad. Many are mad for money...Love is a can grow to a frenzy of despair ... All the whole list of desires, predilections, aversions, ambitions, passions, cares, griefs, regrets, remorses, are incipience madness, and ready to grow, spread and consume, when the occasion comes. There are no healthy mi

You "Do" For Family

"When you get an exasperating letter what happens? If you are young, you answer it promptly, instantly--and mail the thing you have written. At forty what do you do? By that time you have found out that a letter written in passion is a mistake in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred." - Mark Twain, a Biography "An old, cold letter ....makes you wonder how you could ever have got into such a rage about nothing." - Mark Twain, a Biography My paternal grandfather is certainly one of my heroes .  In a month it will be four years since he died and I miss him as much now as I ever have. It is still strange to me that he has already missed out on sharing so many monumental events. It is sometimes hard to hear my daughter say that she doesn't remember him at all. If you show her his picture she can tell you who he is but nothing more than that. Neither of the kids have a clear understanding of just how much influence he had upon my life and why I hold on so tig

The Rules of Blogging- How To Make Money Part 1

If you are an "I don't like authority" kind of person like me than blogging is a wonderful place to be. Enjoy your freedom and revel in it. Engage it with the sort of passion you devote to whatever or whomever you love and watch your life change. Soon you'll be rolling in millions. People will flock to your blog and advertisers will beg you to promote their products. Really, it is true. If you roll with the mommy bloggers they'll tell you the same thing. They'll share posts about not selling yourself short and how you deserve to be paid for your efforts. That makes a lot of sense, doesn't it- the idea of being paid for your services. The rub is that many of you don't deserve a dime. You don't offer anything of significant value to an advertiser. I know, that is really harsh and not at all charitable. But from a business perspective it is reality. Perhaps a cold and unpleasant reality but reality nonetheless. The good news is that you don&#

If You Died, Who Would Take Care Of Your Children

This may be a recycled post but it is an incredibly important topic and something that hasn't been resolved in my home. Last year two friends died leaving behind more than two widowers- they left four children. Four children lost their mothers- a stark reminder that things happen. So again I find myself confronting this issue, trying to figure out what should happen if the worst came about. Somewhat coincidentally I stumbled onto Bruce Feiler's book , or should I say a review of it and well, here I am. Tonight I am going to go lie in bed and try to figure out what to do. Tonight I'll close my eyes and consider who I can ask and who I want to look out for the children. It is so very hard because no one will love or take care of them in the same manner as their parents, but that cannot prevent us from making hard choices. Anyway, the text below is from the original post. Not much has changed since then, not necessarily because of lack of effort either, but that is a di

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Midweek Musical Meanderings

It has been one hell of a week for me. There have been multiple moments of madness and madcap mania. More than a few times I have found myself staring off into space lost in thought about things that are best left unsaid. But here we are, midway through the week and most importantly still standing in an upright position. In a few hours we'll settle in to watch the Lakers and relax. For now here is a snapshot of some of the music that helped make it manageable. Mess Around - Ray Charles Hit The Road Jack - Ray Charles I Got A Woman - Ray Charles Night Time Is The Right Time - Ray Charles Hobo Blues - John Lee Hooker Layla - Derek And The Dominos Tired of Waiting - The Kinks The Mighty Quinn - Manfred Mann Slip Away - Clarence Carter The Sloop John B - The Beach Boys

The Race for My Heart

A good story has a beginning, a middle and an end. It is filled with interesting characters that face and overcome challenges. A good story will make you grin, but a great story will make you smile. We're not talking about the kind of smile you give your neighbor when you pass by on the way down the driveway to collect the newspaper. No, a great story provides you with the kind of smile that tells that world that your spirit has just been lifted and your heart is full of joy. Some people will tell you that these stories are few and far between. If you listen to them they'll convince you that the reason those stories are so impressive is because of their scarcity. They'll claim that the lack of frequency, their uncommon nature are part of what make them so special. Not me, no sir, not I. I won't give any credence to such nonsense because I know better. Not because I am good at spinning a yarn or adept at telling tales. I know better because I have lived such mom