Imagine for Safety

Do you have one of these? let’s imagine that a family of four, easy enough to do, just went to bed. It’s raging outside, snow and ice have made the outside a winter wonderland. What nobody knows is that something is blocking the vents and the furnace and hot water tank are running lean on oxygen to burn the natural gas and instead of water vapor and carbon dioxide, these wintertime necessities are pumping out deadly, odorless, tasteless, and colorless Carbon Monoxide gas. This family doesn’t have a CO detector, they didn’t see any need to pay $20 for one. Tomorrow, if things work out, all four will be dead. Died in their sleep. They might have woken up, with a blinding intense headache and massive lethargy and just closed their eyes for the last time, each and every one of them. No matter how strong or lucky you think you are, this gas can kill you dead. What’s worse is the hemoglobin in your blood actually prefers to hold-on to Carbon Monoxide more than it prefers Oxygen!

So for the love of God, don’t be this family! Buy a detector for your home, for your kids, for your loved ones, for your pets, and at least FOR YOURSELF. STFU and BUY ONE. Fill it with 3 AA batteries and have 3 more waiting near it. If you have a detector, CHECK IT. Even if you don’t have natural gas, why take the risk? These simple detectors are on sale everywhere and if one of these saved your life, saved your child, or saved your beloved pet, how much would it be worth to you?

Don’t wait to become a statistic. March down to your local 24-hour megamart and BUY THIS NOW WITH BATTERIES and SET IT UP! Don’t be that stupid moron who is a sorry headline in tomorrows newspaper, all because you couldn’t bother with the most important detector anyone can have with them.

STFU, GTFO, and RTFM!

If I were President, I'd…

United Nations – Swords into Plowshares

PLEASE DON FIREPROOF GOGGLES NOW πŸ˜‰

… I’d end all the wars, recall all the military forces, and honorably discharge 50% of them. We don’t need citizen soldiers, we need citizens. The funds recovered from the waste of war would immediately fund the new National Health Service.

… Guantanamo Bay would close and everyone would get a trial by jury in the United States. The Department of Justice would have to step up, and if someone was incarcerated without proof they would be given $250,000 and an airplane ticket to their destination of choice.

… The Department of Homeland Security would be disbanded and the funds wasted on them re-routed to NHS.

… I would champion an amendment to the United States Constitution declaring that all human beings are equal in every way under the law. Therefore gay marriage would be a non-issue and any “Illegal Immigrants” would instantly become citizens. They would be rounded up, provided with proper US Identification, all of them would receive Social Security Numbers and they would become a on-the-books part of our workforce.

… Any company found guilty of damaging the climate, the environment, or any ecosystem would be dismantled and the parts sold to fund recovery programs. No cap-and-trade, no reparation payments, either you submit or you cease business in the United States.

… Massive funding of the Department of Education. Class sizes throughout the United States would be capped at 20 children per class and those schools that retain the best teachers and produce the best students get yearly bonuses to their general ledgers.
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This is going to go over like a fart in church. πŸ™‚

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On Superheroes…

S is for Superman

The world desperately needs Superman. Hell, we’d be happy if Iron Man could pinch hit while Supes was en route to Earth. Alas, none of them are real. The world is so full of problems, it would be so convenient to have a superhero to help sort them out.

But then again, is it a hero we’re looking for or is it a question of what we need versus what we think we want? I think we need some alien threat. Humanity really only gets together and resolves differences when there is a superordinate threat placed upon us. Anything could play this role, alien invasion, killer asteroid, or even Dr. Manhattan. I find the movie rendition of The Watchmen to be just as good a story as the book one was. That our race will only resolve our differences when we’ve got something bigger and grander than ourselves with which to fight. We can’t fight alongside each other because there is no villain to the piece. What we have are fogs. The fog of war, the fog of terrorism, the fog of bigotry. It’s next to impossible to fight a fog. The only way to dispatch these fogs is if we face some dire superordinate threat.

That would be all the superhero we’d need. We’d be our own.

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An Alternate Ending

They’ve Chained Nature, but They Will Never Make It Sing

I would have changed the ending to “I Am Number Four”. I would have, during the last struggle scene had the villain explain to the hero “It’s always like your kind, finding others to do your dirty work. You should have asked your parents about who and what we… ” leaving the audience wondering if the villains of the piece were simply slaves looking to avenge their servitude on the children of their owners. The movie could have been an examination of master/slave revolt sci-fi, but instead, it’s just your average breadbasket monsters vs. pretty hero.

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Where'd you come from Louis?

What a mystery! Genealogically I’m stuck on Scott’s Great Grandfather. Louis Lazarus was born (we think) near Vilnius in Lithuania on 13 Feb 1890 or 13 Feb 1891. When he was 17 or 18 he immigrated to the United States, so that would peg his arrival between 1908-1910, we have it on good authority that it’s 1909.

He married a woman named Tillie or Trinka and she followed after him and immigrated in 1910-1912.

They show up very nicely in the 1930 Census, so they must have completed their naturalization process by then. The family was Louis, Tillie, Herman, and Alexander. Herman is Scott’s maternal grandfather. They lived in 1930 in 712-718 W. 176th Street in Manhattan, New York.

I scanned all of Ancestry.com and I’ve found numerous Louis Lazarus’s but they don’t have Louis’s profession of Upholsterer. Louis taught his profession to his son Herman, and he taught his son, Steven. There is a Bricklayer and a Tailor Louis, but those families don’t have any members like the one we need.

Of course, everyone who knows anything has died. They’ve taken the names and the locations with them, however we have it on good authority from what information leaked out before they died that it’s Lithuania or popularly declared “Russia”, that they were either Russian or Hebrew, and that Louis and Tillie’s original language was Yiddish.

I’ve searched Ancestry.com with +/- 5 years on birth and arrival with names and family and the only real lead I’ve been able to find is the 1930 Census. Possibly they weren’t citizens in the 1920 Census because they don’t show up. I imagine they would have stayed in the environs of NYC because they were in Manhattan in 1930. After that the entire family migrated to the Capital District in New York, ending up clustered around Glens Falls, New York.

There is a big family who would give anything to break through this information blockage and find real names and real histories in the Old World. If anyone knows anything I know there would be a lot of very thankful people. I’m pretty much running out of options without flying to NYC myself, which I can’t do because I can’t afford it. :/

Ancestry.com

I finally got most of Scott’s family over to the new family tree on Ancestry.com. Unfortunately I can’t add any real details as I don’t pay for Ancestry.com’s data – I just use the free bits from their website. So, I will have to do my research the old-fashioned way. There are several websites that might have the information I’m looking for, but it’s going to be a slow and bloody import procedure with a lot of manual hand-entry. It’s what you get when you can’t really afford to fork over $200 to the Mormons. πŸ˜‰

Comic Tent Flapping

I’ve signed up for The Weather Channel’s “Notify” service. This is supposed to alert me when there is a meteorological emergency and I use it mostly for thunderstorms as power outages can cause havoc with my systems at work.

Mostly the service runs great, and always alerts me when there is some sort of emergency. The problem is that it alerts me too well. In alert management I believe it’s called tent flapping. The alert spawns a thick group of alerting emails and phone calls. Each alert throws off two calls, and about four emails. It’s always comic when there is an alert as every device I own beeps, vibrates, or rings.

At least I can’t say that I wasn’t alerted. πŸ™‚

Rebuilding Family Trees

I’ve started to rebuild Scott’s family tree in my Ancestry.com account from the research I did over the last holiday break when we were all in Mankato. I’ve got a lot of information and have to re-hand-enter all the relevant members of his family. I’ve just gotten started and it’s going to take quite some time to get all the information in. What really burns is that I have the entire structure exported as a GEDCOM file, but I can’t simply pull a section of tree out and plop it somewhere else. This task is going to take a very long time to complete.

I’m going to start with the family members that we have actual memories for. My overarching goal is to find Scott’s grandfather’s origin story. He came over from Ellis Island in 1906 and crafted a whole new identity for himself. This is a daunting challenge. Before I can take it seriously, I have to get some sleep.

Baby Steps…

Worst Teacher You Ever Had

Rotunda of the University of Virginia, Charlottesville, Va. (LOC)

I remember the worst teacher I ever had. It was at SUNY Buffalo. He was teaching Childhood Psychology. This professor was a conflagration of worsts. His ego was so puffed up by everyone telling him what a smart academic he was that he couldn’t see beyond the bridge of his glasses. His biggest transgression that set me off was that he refused to supply the class with a syllabus until the day after the Add/Remove Deadline had passed. He considered our presence in his class on the opening day to be a personal insult, that we were “shopping for courses” and that we weren’t serious about our majors. When it became very clear to me that he was not going to follow the rules about a timely release of the class syllabus I marched down to my department and issued a formal complaint and in that same meeting removed myself from this man’s class. I didn’t need his obnoxiousness to graduate. I was told that there was nothing that could be done about him, that he had tenure and that short of him committing a felony could get him dug out of his position.

I appreciated his position and understood the spirit of what he was trying to do, even while I railed against it. This particular point has come up before and I’ve blogged about it at length. That ever since the late 90’s, kids in college have been attending with a different structure of assumptions and a different approach to attending a college. This very old professors primary complaint was a quaint throwback to a culture that has come and gone. Higher education is less about the privilege of going to college and just another self-glorified service provider, with a contract and negotiated terms and conditions.

It was many years ago that I attended this professors class. He was already very old (one foot in the grave, the other on a banana peel) so I can only assume that he is firmly and soundly dead. C’est la vie.

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Brains or Beauty?

TIME FLIES…………………*

I would rather be super-intelligent than extremely good looking. For me it comes down to a matter of depth. I respect depth and cultivating deep understanding, being regarded as intelligent is far more important a pursuit than simple vanity. In my experience the “Good Looking” people lead very vapid and dull lives. Vanity is fleeting, you’re young only for a short time and then you get old and it’s all ruined.

Perhaps it’s the acceptance of the flow of time. Time can only lead to deeper understandings, only lead to more intelligence while Time follows Vanity down a dark alley and then tears off it’s arms and beats it to death, leaving Vanity dead and stuffed in a rusting dumpster.

Since nobody can escape time, it seems the best bet to select that which will work to your best advantage.

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