Friday, April 26, 2002


I was going to use this blog the way I heard that you were supposed to, keeping a sort of public diary, reflecting a side of you that you didn't mind sharing. Or perhaps just intending to put up all those nuggets of information and witty things that you have collected, written, or discovered. However, I find it is hard for me to do that kind of un-targeted posting. I am accustomed to knowing specifically who is listening, and tailoring my wit or lack of wit to the audience.


We all know people who will just keep on talking, even if it is not clear that anyone is listening. "I went to town yesterday", they might say, " and the traffic was terrible, and down there in the neighborhood where the Caseys used to live, you know, the Caseys that had the son Adam who went to Yale with our neighbor, and now lives in Arizona . . . .yadda yadda yadda" and your eyes glaze over, not knowing about or interested in Adam or the Caseys, but it doesn't seem to matter at all to the chatter. They will go on and on, until they are out of steam, it seems.


I think you have to have a little of that in you to blog properly, I guess. I always have been the type who immediately stops talking as soon as they stop listnenig. I have always sent a joke to a specific person, or responded to an e-mail with someone specific in mind, perhaps something you wouldn't want to send to someone else you know. I can see that your mentality definitely has to change for this kind of thing. You lay yourself bare for ANYONE to read, or maybe NOBODY to read. Sort of scary either way.
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Wednesday, April 24, 2002

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Tuesday, April 23, 2002

Behold the duck
It does not cluck
The cluck it lacks
It quacks
It's specially fond of a puddle or pond
And when it sups
It bottoms ups

Ogden Nash


Get used to it, all posts don't have to meaningful RGB

Monday, April 22, 2002



RGBlog-Ira Hayes



I tried my hand at being in commissioned sales years ago. I came away from it realizing that most everyone has to be a salesman as part of living to some degree, having your ideas accepted, or "bought" by others, or other sales-like behaviors. However some people are more in phase with sales than I am. Some people actually get a pleasure out of the "winning" of a deal or coming out on top. I see the value in that, but never had it affect me that way. Any successes I did have, I perhaps found gratification in the money earned, and sometimes proud of the knowledge I brought to the table that made it happen, but not the actual sales rush that I have seen in some people.


However, I once met a man, Ira Hayes, who could have inspiration for anyone's doings in life, even though he considered himself a sales trainer, and champion of the sales types. He spoke to a conference I went to, and he is was a motivational speaker of national note, like Zig Ziggler, W. Clemant Stone, etc. Early in his career, he sold cash registers on the street for NCR, and he rose to management in that company. I won't go into the pitch, but I really loved his enthusiasm, and I still think about and use some his simple, no nonsense ideas. For instance, he said, when somebody asks you how you are, just say Great! That's all, Great! They don't REALLY want to know how you are. they have troubles of their own. It's better to be a listener than a complainer. It's hard for me to say something bad about someone without at least sandwiching it with good comments, even if a stretch. Although I do, and have done my share of grousing and whining, I truly am impressed by people who keep the positive attitude out in front, and I try to do the same. They're Great! I'm inserting here a scan of the Hayes dollar I have kept in my wallet for ?? years.


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Sunday, April 21, 2002

Here are some quotes I have saved:
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The bamboo that bends is stronger than the oak that resists. -Japanese
proverb

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The believer is happy; the doubter is wise. -Hungarian proverb

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Solitude, though it may be silent as light, is like light, the mightiest of
agencies; for solitude is essential to man. All men come into this world
alone; all leave it alone. -Thomas De Quincey, writer (1785-1859)

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In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
-Robert Frost, poet (1874-1963)

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Saturday, April 20, 2002

Folks:
I talk so rarely about Vietnam that I bet some people don't know I went.

I'm going to tell a true story about a day in my life that was extraordinary. It is particularly puzzling to me because I have never been one to believe in pre-destination, clairvoyance, ESP, numerology, astrology, or that kind of thing. As I have explained to people who may lean that way from time to time, though, I am practical, but open minded. Just because I have seen neither alien nor ghost, and consequently do not believe they exist here, does not mean that I have closed my mind to the possibility that they do, and with the proper evidence, I could accept those things as reality, since all we know is from faith, from logic, or from what we have experienced.

I have never been strong on remembering a timeline of my life, but figuring backwards, it was in 1982. I was employed in my first strange computer industry job, and was feeling lucky because I had to go on business to Washington D.C. from Richmond the day before the dedication of the so-called Vietnam Memorial Wall. I went to see it, but did not stay over to the following day for the formal dedication ceremony.

In 1967 when I went into the army, the only person I knew personally that had died in Vietnam was Gary Scott, from LeRoy. He was in my class, and I considered him a close friend, but I think everyone that ever knew him felt they were his close friend. He was that kind of a personality. I can still remember jokes he told me in science lab in 1963!

He died honorably in action as a lieutenant in the infantry just before I went over, but his death shaped the way I looked at the war, and indeed my time in the Army. But that is another story. Back to that day in 1982:

Since the dedication wasn't 'till the next day, signs weren't posted well or anything, I parked on the street and walked in the general direction on the mall where some people were grouped. I saw the monster black wall from a distance, seeing it gently sloping into the ground. Now this thing is 400 feet long, ten feet high (deep) in the middle, and has over 58,000 tiny names etched in it. The names and dates are almost invisible until you are right on them, being etched in the black granite. They seem endless and random, and only if you knew as I did later Maya Lin's design that names are arranged chronologically by death date. The first casualty is listed at the top of the middle, panels sequencing to the right on ever diminishing wall height till it disappears into the ground, then the names re-emerge on the left tip and end with the last name back in the center, to form a closure.

I would not believe this if someone else told me it happened to them, but I walked steadily and directly toward the wall until my face was inches from the wall and my eyes focused on the name GARY ARNOLD SCOTT. I went right to it! It is not even at eye level. To this day I still find it hard to believe. I visited the wall a few years later and even knowing generally where the name was, it took me five or ten minutes to find it again.

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blogger.com

I'm trying to decide on a base format for my blog, since I haven't learned the tags yet, so I am going to switch around a little to see what looks best. I have to find out what works best to do customization, too. I don't want another thing to be a slave to, so I'll try to get something I can leave alone, but that porobably is not realistic. I don't want to lose customizations and links and all, or have to keep reentering them all the time. I am not an expert at HTML from scratch, but like most things, I can modify templates and examples once I read the code, and find out how it is set up. This is saturday, and it is good enought weather to get out, so I will try to pry myself away from the computer. RGB

Friday, April 19, 2002

I tried to set this blog up in Opera 6.01, and it doesn't work. I found that Opera has a lot of things going for it, but you have to keep IE around for the incompatibilities like this. It seems a shame that MS has to have such a tight lock on things. Of course I'm not blazing the latest news here, but MS usually ends up pushing the little creative guys aside, maybe buying out one of the best, then giving theirs away, settling for the mediocre program because the incentive for competition, adding new features and one-upsmanship are gone. One of my pet examples is e-mail clients. I used to try out all sorts of them, both at home and in my role as computer administrator at a small company. There was the BAT, Pegasus, Netscape mail in the browser, geez I thought I could bring back amore names, but you get the idea. One would have a better address list, or be able to export things better, one would be good at formatting, or would ding you when you had new mail, and this competition would make everyone better. Of course this was shareware, so a lot of users wouldn't pay, but at least they had a chance of making it with a better mousetrap. Fast forward, Microsoft gives away Outlook Express with the Operating System, Bundles Outlook with business software, makes it hard for other things to work with Exchange, and stagnation sets in. Why should the others even be out there. Al monopoly questions aside, I know it is their right, and a competition driven thing to try to be the winner, and dominate, but is it really better for averageguy? There are some benefits, in the stability, the integration and the bundling, but that in my opinion is overshadowed by the lack of competition, and thereby the lack of new features and programs that the user really would have liked. Proving that this blog was actually headed somewhere, I will go back to Opera. Really a great browser. It has so many things I can do in it that beat IE and my previous champion (before they gave up), Netscape, and it's not MS. But do I think it can make a blip considering the situation? . . . RGB




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