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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Brilliant anomalies

Today was a beautiful day.  It started nicely - 60 degrees, increased to 73 during the day, and is back to 62 at the current hour.  Most of the morning was cloudy with the sun popping in and out of clouds.  The afternoon was the opposite, mostly sunny with the clouds covering the sun just every once in a while.

But today is an anomaly.  There aren't many days that have been close to this one in the history of record keeping for January 31st.  I love anomalies.  They happen in life once in a while.  And, when they happen, life is as brilliant and radiant as a nova burst.  There is still light in my life from  my most recent anomaly because nova bursts are intense and shed light for many light years.

Patterns of behavior

 I love the term Language Behavior.  I never knew the term until I was about 30.  I had never really thought in terms of language having behavior.  It's a personification, however, that has a lot of meaning.  Language does behave a certain way because of all the patterns in it.  Patterns show up in language in nearly every linguistic area.  Grammatically, patterns fill the language books, such as the regularization of verbs.  Prosodically, patterns fill our tones and melodies, such as the way questions are intoned.  Semantically, patterns can be seen in ways that signal what a listener would expect if sentences are said a certain way, such as the use of a stock phrase, a dialectal phrase, or a borrowed phrase from another language.  There are many patterns language fits into.

This idea makes it possible to reduce language to quantifiable terms and measure it.  For example, if people in their writing would have certain sentence lengths, like t-units, then their writing would be much more readable.  If sentence length and vocabulary frequencies are combined, then those that read written language can be measured into imaginary units, such as the lexile.  And, if stretches of utterances are recorded and sifted for repetitive words versus unique words, such as the Type-token Ratio, then one could find topics of discomfort for those who are speaking.

Knowing the behavior in language, one can start to draw some conclusions.  For example, it seems ludicrous for vocabulary study to be undertaken without an eye toward frequency in language.  Likewise, it is absurd to teach any part of grammar without the noticeable patterns that occur with words and their placement in sentences.  And, it's impossible to teach writing with any competence unless the writing follows patterns to organize around or the strategic use and placement of words exhibiting sophistication.

Our language behavior gives us away in every area of life because people know how to read the behaviors.  And I'm guilty.  Very measurably my patterns have given away exactly where my heart is.  And it underlies my hope and faith so obviously.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Front

Facades are great because people use them to present what they want people to see.  They can decorate them and make them beautiful to gaze at.  Facades have something very different behind them than what they represent on the front of them.  Movies use facades often.  They can create, for example, a whole main street of a western town - a general store, a saloon, a hotel, a bank, a jail, a blacksmith shop, and a doctor's office.  But if you were to go through the front door of these facades, you would see nothing of what you would expect.  Go in the door to the jail, expecting to see a cell, and you see nothing but dirt.  It's a facade.  Go in the door to the general store, and you don't see rows of things to buy.  You see dirt or mountains or desert or whatever is behind the facade.  Go through any of the facade doors and you know that nothing is behind the front of the building.  It's just a store front.

What I see everyday in myself as I work or go about my daily business is genuine in that I work at what I want, but I know that behind the door of the job is no heart, no real passion.  What is all the busy-ness fronting for?  For something?  For someone?  My heart presents what I want people to know and see. Deep care and reason for life have been deep-sixed.

Facades can be replaced with the real thing, of course.  The heart can show its passion, its life, its reason for carrying on.  I trust that that will one day be resurrected.  It's just not this moment in time.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

A champion at 9

The Stars played Anaheim tonight.  It was a pretty good game, nothing to write home about, but enjoyable nonetheless.  If one were to look at the shot count, Dallas never should have won.  Anaheim had to have had twice the number of shots.  Much of the game's action took place on the Anaheim end of the ice.  But, Dallas was lucky.  They won 1-0. 

It's a thing of beauty to watch talented athletes skate over the ice at high speeds all the while working on maneuvering a puck into a goal.  Talented skaters every one.  As I was watching this game, I was reminded of a young man who turned 9 today.  He's a hockey player.  He's talented at skating and works hard at being a great athlete.  He's a champion.  His amazing mother has raised him to be the best he can be in hockey and in every other arena in life.  In a year and a half he'll get to go to the camp for champions in the Hill Country.  Happy Birthday my champion young man!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Cycle of the sensational

When I was growing up, I never heard of what is going to be happening tomorrow.  The phenomenon had not been discovered yet.  As a young adult, I heard of the discovery because NASA had begun watching the sun.  Just 5 years ago, I had heard of this recently discovered happening and seen a few catastrophic scenarios of the sun's hyperactivity during one of its anniversaries in an 11-year activity cycle, but it was not within my daily experience. 

But today, the phenomenon was reported with the weather as if it was a common occurrence.  The weather anchor reported a coming rain storm that would have 100% coverage of the area.  He reported on the drought.  And, yes, as if he was reporting the same routine information, he reported that the sun was at its peak in activity and had released a flare that would reach earth tomorrow.  Three pictures showed the flare, but there was no fanfare.  The anchor merely reported that people could expect interrupted cell phone service periodically, broken internet service from time to time throughout the day, but not particularly strong radioactivity.  Only in some parts of the world would people get radiated to the extent of taking an x-ray....  Next item.

Wow.  What a step forward in weather reporting.  Sun activity and its effects on Earth as a part of the daily routine.  I wouldn't want to live in any previous age.

I think there's a lesson here.  As civilization progresses, it gets smarter.  And, the sensational becomes the mundane as time progresses, making way for something else to be sensational.  That's the normal pattern.  It works just like short and long term memory.  Our educational system needs to also learn this lesson.  They seem to hang on to what was sensational behind us in time and perpetuate it as sensational.  But, the landscape is ever-changing, allowing the stupendous discoveries and events to be important for a time, then cycle through to the ordinary.

In August of 2012, a very sophisticated Mars laboratory will land on that planet.  I look forward to hearing the weather of Mars on newscasts not too long after that.  Sensational today, ordinary tomorrow.  That's the natural way.  I wish those who teach would follow the natural way, not keep youth looking backward.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Closing in on signature time

More on the disappearance of reading and writing:

The new commercial advertising Amazon's Kindle Fire tablet shows the user flipping screens.  The narrator's voice is telling what the Kindle can do with each flip of the screen.  It streams movies for you to watch.  It contains apps for you to touch and go to.  It lets you play games.  It plays YouTube videos that people make or attach to Facebook or other social media.  It contains programs for you to work in.  And then, as if by after-thought, the narrator says, "And, of course, you can read..." 

The very reason for Kindle in the first place several years ago has now been relegated to an after-thought because, in order to keep up in the modern world, a user has to do many more important or rewarding jobs on a screen than simply sit, do nothing, and read.  The message is that reading is pretty unproductive... which it is in the future... life is interactive, so any device worth its productive weight will be interactive as well.  Amazon is right on target following the money path to the future - streaming and allowing people control of what they want to SEE AND DO...  oh, and still allowing something passive like reading, too... but it's last, and outmoded, and a really unproductive use of time.

The death warrant for reading and writing will be signed at the close of 2017.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Watching the note

I happened to watch the decade memorial showing of the 9/11 episode of CSI:NY on a replay earlier tonight.  It was very well written.  The writer had the major characters of the show in modern day flashing back to where they were and what they did on the day the twin towers fell.  It was moving.  The main character, Gary Senise's character, Mac Taylor, was shown in a flashback sitting with his wife on a subway, then getting off at his stop to go to work.  They sat lovingly next to each other during the ride and kissed before he left her.  He didn't know at that time that it would be their last moment together.

At the end of the show, Mac went to a waterfront beach near the towers at the end of a memorial ceremony a decade after 9-11 and placed a note to his wife in the water letting the tide drag it out to sea.  He missed her, and the camera showed Mac in a pensive mood watching the note of his expression of love being washed out to the larger ocean.   In the background a voice repeated the last words on the note, which had been shown a little earlier when Mac wrote them... I will wait.

We wait on people who are really important to us.  Sometimes we get separated from them... but our hearts still send the message... I'll wait.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Dynamic and deep

When a person learns the vocabulary of a language, (s)he learns that words fit into grammatical categories that start with a root and subsequently use suffixes to represent grammatical categories.  These categories using the same root are often referred to as word families.  An example of this is found in the root beau-.  This root yields the verb beautify, the noun beauty, the adjective beautiful, and the adverb beautifully.  A great number of words follow this model.

But, occasionally, a word doesn't change or add suffixes even when changing grammatical categories. One such word is love.  The verb is love; the noun is love; the adjective is love (as in love interest).  One could add some suffixes if wanted, for example, love-r and love-ly.  But, the additions just enrich the word with more forms than other words have.  Stock is another such word.  The noun is stock; the verb is stock; the adjective is stock (as in stock item).  This can be enrichedby adding a noun suffix (stock-er).  There is a trade-off, however.  In these two cases there is no adverb.  The family line is cut short in one place, even though enriched in another.

It seems to me that much of life happens according to models that families have, their family traditions.  My family certainly has its share.  But parts of life aren't meant to be according to some steady model.  They take on other characteristics.  Some of life seems to act on its own, enriching us in some areas, keeping matters the same in some areas, cutting off some of life's known forms in other areas.  Like language, life is dynamic, a thing of beauty.  Sometimes places and times cause life's enriching moments, sometimes it's people.  I have such vivid pictures of those times and places, and such enjoyable snapshots of the people along the way... and such an awesome, amazing, revered spot for the one whose dynamic place is deep, so deep within.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Plee-ready

Words do funny things through history.  In Rome, the people didn't mind talking about movement and maneuvering, using the word plicare.   It was an action.  The action form, verb form, was retained in the languages that derived from Latin after the Roman Empire died out.  One version of the word, in French, had quite an influence in England where the American version of English derived.  So, when the French during the early Middle Ages wanted to speak of movement and maneuvering, they didn't mind using their derived action word ployer (modern plier).  The British turned the French word into two words because speakers of English dialects heard the word differently.  In the north, Scotland, people used ploy as an action and combined it with prepositions em- and de-.  The British in the south, London and Sussex, pronounced the word a little differently, ply.   But, Londoners spoke the prestige version of English, so modern English adopted this form of the word when needing a word for maneuvering something if they meant to shape it.  Those hillbilly Scots didn't know anything, of course.  So, their usage of ploy was stripped of its action.  It was left in the language, but only as a noun.

It's strange to see words move around in the history of language.  People too often think that the language they have learned is static.  And for the most part it is - during our lifetimes.  But, history teaches that the language we speak is dynamic.  I don't know what will happen to ploy in the future.  It could be that the word will drop from the language altogether in favor of maneuver, shape, or bend.  It could be that it will be stripped of its priority status over ply and be reduced to a noun.  Then, it would compete for survival with ply.  It could be that a new pronunciation of the words will merge the two words by pronouncing them both the same. If so, the spelling might be changed to reflect that new pronunciation.  Then both words would become one, maybe plee.  And, if writing were to disappear, plee would survive in spoken form only, captured, of course, by video and holograph of people speaking it in speeches, movies, and music.

Both the current forms, ply and ploy, don't resemble the original Latin word plicare much, nor would any future derivative. But, following the history of the word makes the changes plausible and traceable.  My own life resembles this word's history so much.  I began with a certain form, but as life has happened, changes took place and for good reasons, much like the influence of the prestige of Latin on French, French on London English, less influence on Scotland, and London and Scotland on America.  My latest form doesn't resemble much the original form, I know.  But it's OK; it's to be expected; it's the natural order.  And, I am looking forward so much to the catalyst that will change both ploy and ply to plee, making my journey complete.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

I have looked over


Experiences in life are classified using a number of different analogies.  One classification is the mountaintop experience.  That analogy is used for only the very best experiences in life.  They are the ones that add majesty to your life, and laughter, and unspeakable joy, ecstasy in time, clarity of vision, and reinforcement of the moment for recreating at any future time.  Whenever I do think of those mountaintop moments, one peak is higher than any other in the range. To look at that peak is to see the shining splendor of feeling whole.

When my mind goes to that one peak, I am reminded of the inspiring words from a speech by Martin Luther King, Jr.

"I have been to the mountaintop... I have looked over, and I've seen the promised land."

I have no greater enjoyment!


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Holes of enjoyment

How many times do we find ourselves at various junctures in life wondering how in the world something happened?  Life didn't ask for permission to take.  It simply took. I should have known life was like this when it took my favorite college professor, whom I was taking for the second time, in mid-semester.  I learned from this man like I had never learned anything before or after him.  But, I wasn't asked if I approved.  Life took him... He vanished. But I do some of my work in life based on what he taught me, and it gives me joy.

I look in my heart these days.  It has much for which to be thankful, no doubt.  So, in that regard my heart is full.  There are also these times when what is absent comes to the foreground.  I ponder those times and see the holes.  Life did some more taking.  So, when I look deeply into my heart, I try to see what is joyful and appreciate the fullness those times bring.  And I see the holes and fill them with the one whose essence has supplied me with much laughter, joy, and zest for life.  The holes disappear for as long as I can maintain those thoughts and give me periods of sheer enjoyment.

Monday, January 02, 2012

The character of this year

Years have different characters to them.  2010 was a year of taking three steps forward and two steps backward.  There was a net gain perhaps, but at what cost!  2011 was a year of learning to be content with what life dealt out of its hand and trying to make sense of its events.  I look at it and tell people it was all right, but there was something missing.  2012 is hidden right now. 

One of the differences this year will be that the hope I have had is swallowed by faith.  That's a game of semantics to a lot of people.  But, not to me.  Hope is about a journey with a brilliant palette of colors against the backdrop of the sky.  Faith allows me to see what has been invisible... the rainbow, for sure, but the pot of gold at its end too.  It's still about a journey, but it has a destination at some point. 

So this year, I strike out in faith.


Friday, December 30, 2011

Oh, it's all right

The day started beautifully.  I went out to eat at a restaurant I had never been to before for breakfast.  It was good, but it was overbilled in its recommendation to me.  Next came working some on projects I had going.  That went well enough, but not perfectly.  For the day I was up on currency trading, but it was down for the week as a whole (but the month was in the positive column).  On other projects, I made about 50% progress on them.  Tonight I went to a movie.  I watched the entire film - almost.  With about 5 minutes to go, the picture disappeared from the screen.  It was a mystery movie, so the last 5 minutes were important to the ending of the movie.  The explanation by the manager was that the end had been erased from the memory chip.  We all got free passes for that happening... but still.  My aunt called out of the blue after I returned home.  She wanted to know how my day went.  I told her it was all right.

Today's description is so much like life...  trade offs, dissatisfaction, work getting accomplished but not all of it, anticipation of a good time, actual good moments, disappointing moments.  All in all it's all right, I guess.  It seems, though, there should be more.  Something's missing... I figure that is what 2012 might be for.

Shift in the natural order

The brain has a function by which it takes information, particularly from the past, and reduces it to the gist of what was said or what happened.  This is proven in a number of different studies.  So, what does it mean when a thought doesn't ever get reduced to its gist?  It means that what was said and what happened get replayed so often that they are reinforced to the point that reduction is virtually impossible.  It means that the emotions involved in the event are held intact.  It means that storage networks connecting what was said and what occurred have top priority of all networks.  It means that, in the world where events occurring a long time ago normally overshadow recently occurring events, a shift of the natural order has occurred.  Simply, it means the thoughts are the most treasured in the mind.

My mind contains just such treasured places, cherished words, and closely held happenings.  They are irreducible... sacred... highly prized... eternal!



Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The weather today

Today was a little cool to be outside.  I was waiting on my daughter for several minutes while she had to make a brief stop in a shaded area.  However, I had to move to the sun to wait on her.  It was warm and made the whole environment around me comfortable.  After those several minutes, I had to go back into the shade where it was cool and uncomfortable since I had not exactly dressed for the cool weather.

Warmth in life is like that.  Much of it catches you in an environment you haven't exactly dressed for.  But, there are those pockets of warmth, those events that allow you to enjoy life, that someone who makes the whole environment warm and worth living.

But today it was a little cool to be outside.

Friday, December 23, 2011

It is proper

In the midst of busy-ness it's always proper to stop and award honor to whom honor is due.  Such a beautiful person... for all kinds of reasons... making sure your son is a champion among peers and your daughter is a princess among all other daughters in the world... giving generously of your talents... sharing the smile that makes others' day... performing flawlessly and efficiently on a hectic, draining job... ensuring that your friends receive encouragement.  Happy Birthday!!... to an effervescent, prescient, dazzling, and grand person!!!

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Enduring embers


My dad did a lot of visiting to people who needed help with their mental states.  He also did a lot of speaking.  He told a story in his speeches of a visit he made to a person who had not visited the group he spoke to in a while.  He sat by the fireplace in which a fire burned while they talked.  Finally, when the fire died down, he took the poker, separated an ember from the rest of the glowing coals, and watched it die out.  He made the point that the person need not stay away too long or he was in danger of having the ember's life.

While that story does make a good point, there is another point about embers, one that tells a different and polar opposite story.  Heat and oxygen keep embers alive.  Blowing on an ember provides its needed oxygen, thereby fueling and heating it, keeping the ember alive... indefinitely... until the ember completely burns itself into ash.  My heart holds such an ember.  Not the kind that is separated from the fire and soon dies, but the kind that lives, continuing to glow and burn until it turns to ash someday in the very distant future.  The oxygen of life's most pleasant moments gently blow over this ember, fueling its life... producing an eternal flame... closely guarded from ever being extinguished... always replenished by the breeze of the most enjoyable minutes life has offered.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

SD^...n

Right now I am working on a project requiring a touch of statistical analysis - the standard deviation.  It's all about the bell curve, norms, and the extremes that don't fit inside of norms.  The extreme ends are graduated outside the norms, the standard.  So the first gradation out is standard deviation 1.  It's possible to have a number of standard deviations if the data set has a lot of numbers over a considerable spread.  But, I am used to dealing with a smaller set of numbers in a distribution, thus one or two standard deviations to catch anomalies in the way people word their thoughts.

It's beautiful to work with SDs.  It shows where the worst of the worst is, and conversely, the best of the best.  Of course, I am always interested in the best of the best end of the curve.  It's for one who finishes well, particularly when the journey has been hard and exhausting.  And, that is the measure that my heart uses... the anomaly... space for the distinguished one no matter how many are in the distribution (...n).  SD^...n.  The set of a single, heavenly element.


Sunday, December 11, 2011

Flashes of life worth living

Reflection helps us see ourselves and our surroundings.  That's why I like reflecting pools.  They're the physical representation of a worthwhile habit.  Reflecting helps us monitor our current status and highlight what works in our lives and what the source of vitality for life is.  Living in the past really doesn't lead to progress.  Very few want to live a stale, status quo life.  But valuing moments that have made life worth living are worth their weight in gold.  Flashes of those moments keep me centered and keep my conscious direction on the path I want life to occur on... because... they allow hope, happiness, and faith.... And because... they allow me to know where dots are connected and remind me to always cherish the one who is my source of life.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Sure, surer, surest

I had a professor once who would always stop when he was teaching about the stories of the ancient world and ask, "What is right? What is good?  What is true?"  Then he would apply the story to the modern world and ask the same three questions.  Many times the answer changed.  His point was to show that right and good and true were terms with relative meanings, depending on era and issue, or sometimes just era.  As life plays out, those are the three questions that have to be satisfied to live fully.  Even from one decade to another in my own life, the answer to those 3 questions change sometimes.  The trick is to align the 3 questions with the same answer.  That leads to being surer about matters.  Even then, the alignment can have a different answer when gauged just a few years apart.  Nevertheless, I think being sure just hinges on charting the direction with a satisfactory sense of right, good, and true and working to walk the path charted.  I have done this.  I am the surest I  have ever been.