Showing posts from January, 2015

Quickshot: Joey Humor

It's been a stellar couple of days for Joey's sense of humor.  Representative samples.

"Yo' momma so fat, Arnold Schwarzenegger tells her to GET AWAY FROM DA CHOPPA!"

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[Interior: The Combs Clan sits around the table]

Whitney (to Harold): You know, when you lie, you get spots on your face.

Harold: O RLY?  Tell me something and I'll lie in response.

Whitney: Yeah, say 'I like titty-twisters.'


Joey: Now tell us a lie.

Swimming with M

Contrary to popular opinion, I can swim.

I actually took snorkeling lessons in 3rd grade and was utterly "into" SCUBA-diving.  I loved the water.

However, I got awfully used to having swim fins, a buoyancy compensator, and a mask on.  Read: I got lazy.  Free swimming just didn't interest me, so I never learned to swim properly: diving, the basic 4 strokes, etc.

So, serendipity arrived this new year when Maria's PT announced that she needed to work-out, every day and that she needed to swim.

For the past two mornings, I've risen before 6am to take my daughter to our local parks and rec facility to swim.   It's been great, but my whole body aches in a way only an atrophied 36-year-old can.  It's not one specific joint; it's much of my chest and legs.

But hey, it's something.   Since changing my brain chemistry, I'm up 10 pounds.  I'm up an unbelievable 45 pounds since summer 2012, and I feel every ounce of it.

On Engineers

Bad engineers try to convince you don't have a problemGood engineers solve your problemGreat engineers help you understand the problem that caused your problem, then solve that. Yes, I'm trying to create those little office placards in my spare time.   I'm sure someone, somewhere has said this better, but it does seem to be true.  
I was thinking about some senior people, and what seems to differentiate the goods from the greats is that capability of seeing the heart of an issue and keeping perspective.

Update: 1 Month in

So I resolved to change part of my regimen about 4 weeks ago.  Let's chart the changes.
ProsI'm "me" again.  This is how I remember myself feeling and behaving prior to 2011.Coding (once I'm in "flow") is so...much...better.  Like "lightbulb coming on" better.  I've felt like my mind has been shackled for the past few years, and those fetters seem gone.My sense of humor and general perspective is much better.   My family genuinely seems to like who I'm being at home.I have actual emotions again.  As we'll see, that's also a 'con', but the world seems to be in color again, not Black-and-White.I can be "present" once again.  Fully, wholly, don't-care-what-the-clock says present. ConsI've gained like 10 pounds.  Yes, in 1 month.  I have appetite like a man starving, but yet I'm full.I have no idea what time it is, nor can I measure its passage accurately.  Like, time dilates into one hyper-focus sessi…

A Boy Named Ova

I lost my uncle on January 6th.  His given name was Ova Haddix, but he was always "Ovie" to me, and so he shall ever remain.

Ovie was born Nov 10, 1939 and died January 6, 2015 at age 75.  He was buried in Sterling Heights, Michigan just north of Detroit, his adopted home.   My Aunt Sue asked me to be a pallbearer and I was honored to serve.  It was the least I could do to serve a man who'd epitomized force of will and strength, whose earnest gaze and frank self assessment I needed as a child and adolescent.

Ovie wasn't a big man--wiry thin and just above average height--but he was larger than life.   He had a ready smile, and a booming voice, and an even louder laugh.   He was a a fount of endless stories and opinions, and he loved to talk, especially to his family.  As with many Jess and Dorothy Haddix children, he never met a stranger.

Throughout my childhood, he'd host us as we'd come to Detroit in summers and on holiday breaks to visit first at their hou…