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On behalf of disaffected physicians and Jews, there are some naked emperors that need some exposure. Some might call this the beneficial application of Sinat Chinamfurrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.comBlogger1341125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-54036356112925881672024-03-18T21:24:00.001-04:002024-03-18T21:24:57.870-04:00Preparing a Class<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Ky7S_nb-KiCDhjguf3JhluOLbMCa-5UMxymhXeE7Rrr129YoFRq9mIIp9jy3WhuwDKHUcupNXjpCQoIkD9rbmSgtkYPQWdtXUs0hMB3oMlDUu5gfJGpD7BhZXN4eg3U4DOLzVrxWeaDHuF2UmtrmqP2H0j4OsYUP3Y7X988wLIufPuJWO1N0yf54jGE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Ky7S_nb-KiCDhjguf3JhluOLbMCa-5UMxymhXeE7Rrr129YoFRq9mIIp9jy3WhuwDKHUcupNXjpCQoIkD9rbmSgtkYPQWdtXUs0hMB3oMlDUu5gfJGpD7BhZXN4eg3U4DOLzVrxWeaDHuF2UmtrmqP2H0j4OsYUP3Y7X988wLIufPuJWO1N0yf54jGE" width="320" /></a></div><br />It's been a while since I conducted a class for anything. At one time I did this professionally, some semi-formal like topic reviews for residents, other times highly structured like Medical Grand Rounds. For a few years I ran weekly sessions on Jewish topics for teens. But once retired, these largely evaporated, except for two sessions over a few years for my congregation's dedicated adult learning day. And I've given two sessions for a group of senior physicians. A small cluster returns.<p></p><p>My congregation has a movie series where people watch a designated film, then a few days later people discuss what they saw. My turn to lead the discussion, which I see more as what I might do on resident work rounds. Question and response format, with me generating the questions and maybe prodding responses. A few short PowerPoint items, perhaps. Maybe half a dozen slides to give some background to the film. All done the day before. Goal: interactive, perhaps even Socratic. And on Zoom.</p><p>Later I anticipate a more formal presentation to the congregation, a return to the day of adult learning. Based on my professional background, the committee that arranges this asked me to pursue a topic. This one will be powerpoint. This one live. The topic itself did not strike me as particularly exciting. A list of diseases that people of my ethnicity might inherit. Monogenic, a small straightforward list with a little science. I've seen some, but most never will. But it is the offshoots that generate interest. What about common polygenic disorders and how prejudices among the medical community distort what we really encounter? What about our sister community, geographically and genetically a little different but from a medical genetic outcome more diverse? And how we address the problem. In America a few advocacy groups handle a limited number of conditions. In the other place, a concerted and systematic approach by a national health service.</p><p>Then many months from now, I move past the synagogue to conduct a session at OLLI. My synagogue has largely excluded me from its creative process. OLLI values this much more. A Zoom course I have taken prepared its approach to the coming semester. I thought a different set of lectures would be better so I sent a proposal. Everyone else in the class will discuss a famous person who happens to be from and shaped by NYC. My presentation will be the outlier. No famous people. Just the unique people who have historic legacies. The Bowery Bums, the city workers, the chefs, the nobodies who thought they could make it there, pushcarts and newsstands now found nowhere else, the Chefs, the diplomats. Few famous, all recognizable. But importantly, unique.</p><p>While I prefer to be reflective rather than having the limelight shine on me, I do tend to think in an analytical way that should be offered to others. I kinda look forward to each of the upcoming efforts.</p><p><br /></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-32244318094578422032024-03-15T17:46:00.000-04:002024-03-15T17:46:24.773-04:00Ready for Vacation<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVAhjQOi10vs80Vhft3bqd7m4m9X6HVVJYfh9Dt68AVANlY0x-27SENs9ttxOiWNo7xshuuVYJlPAmEk7TMMQ62bv9UUYIStFsqFGetFIRx2TJ7dT4JPjW1yA5SC7lQnkooCeFhYXmiItStHTQrB4iSw0VmTW_rMeB8qdw4LpKWyN-JDiKkgPwacsUshU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="1008" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVAhjQOi10vs80Vhft3bqd7m4m9X6HVVJYfh9Dt68AVANlY0x-27SENs9ttxOiWNo7xshuuVYJlPAmEk7TMMQ62bv9UUYIStFsqFGetFIRx2TJ7dT4JPjW1yA5SC7lQnkooCeFhYXmiItStHTQrB4iSw0VmTW_rMeB8qdw4LpKWyN-JDiKkgPwacsUshU" width="160" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />When working, I usually had a clear idea of when a vacation might be due. In fact, I often did not schedule one, let alone plan one until my daily performance had already begun to suffer. I've done many different things. Days at the regional beaches when my children were little. Days at major cities, sometimes by car, sometimes by plane, sometimes linked to my professional travel. A resort or two. Three cruises. Some National Parks. Israel tour. Drives through states in my home region. Visiting relatives. Linking to weddings of friends and children of friends. I've been to a lot of places over the years.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">In retirement, the need to find new scenery remains, but the internal prod that tells me this has become overdue is no longer there. I was on a once in a lifetime guided tour of Paris within the last year. My activity schedule has a spring break for which I afford myself a short trip. And in the winter I often head off by myself for a few hours drive to a place with a major attraction as centerpiece but also some time enjoying hotel amenities and local brewpubs or wineries. One of those spring break escapes not very far off, this one without a centerpiece attraction.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">But I'm really starting to anticipate a desire for something more elaborate. Not quite the splurge of that Paris tour, but a week to a new place or new experience. My wife knows that I am ready to plan something about four months hence and asked for her preferences.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm open to largely anything that takes place someplace else. The internet should serve as a resource for filtering options, but it just seems too vast, too unselected. I started accessing state tourism office sites. Every state has one. And there are national parks. And resorts. And cruises. While I do not want to travel overseas, America has neighbors to the north and to the south. Really a blank canvas in a way.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">And there are activities as well as places. Fishing, golf, camping. Or a sports camp or a writing gathering or a cooking school Never actually went on a vacation with an activity in mind, other than a tour of wine country in a few places, with wine the destination in one. Maybe a few days at a cooking school.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">And people. Maybe fish in the most racist municipality in all of George Wallace country. Been to Amish country and Hasidic towns many times, all on day trips. Not visited Hutterites. Really not visited rural people or ranchers. Passed through many places where people vote much differently than me, but never engaged them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Vacation not only lures with places, but what I might like to experience. Surf the state and provincial tourism options a bit more.</span></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-36984194049548405942024-03-13T20:00:00.001-04:002024-03-13T20:00:59.203-04:00Making Lasagna<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0xjwvRy8NXTNTGOUr7yfhcoApMsNXfr03ImbK38m7Cx4JIsCI9o829hllCPN5e7ecMx-4wuQBrSj5WfeNhy1yLX3aAYcJ_qfUSWPjF9A-GMc-KXDplbquZ0wPZdpVQyqaBPvGKWDFNUKeao55ZHetUUBfOAwjdvcX6P55GFOrw2Sb_U_kWmd7xXUIOYo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0xjwvRy8NXTNTGOUr7yfhcoApMsNXfr03ImbK38m7Cx4JIsCI9o829hllCPN5e7ecMx-4wuQBrSj5WfeNhy1yLX3aAYcJ_qfUSWPjF9A-GMc-KXDplbquZ0wPZdpVQyqaBPvGKWDFNUKeao55ZHetUUBfOAwjdvcX6P55GFOrw2Sb_U_kWmd7xXUIOYo" width="240" /></a></div><br />My kitchen. A place I like to be. Few things bring me more personal satisfaction than making supper each night for my wife and me. Or periodically an elegant dinner for the relatively limited number of friends that we have acquired. It's food. It's not all kitchen. I have to think about what to make. For guests or special occasions. It starts at my desk where I search recipes in cyberspace and fill out a menu grid, then sample what might be possible in the living room where my Kosher cookbook collection fills more than one shelf. It entails a survey of the weekly <a href="https://www.shoprite.com/">Shop-Rite</a> ad which hints at what I can make economically. There is usually a two-hour expedition to the store itself, aisle by aisle. America has food abundance. I have the good fortune of ample funds to purchase pretty much anything that I can imagine as useful for a satisfying meal. Often too much, as the contents of my limited freezer need some juggling.<div><br /></div><div>Most meals are simple. Something from the freezer. Pierogies, crunchy fish, faux meat packaged as a heat-up entree, fish fillets thawed a day in advance. Meat for shabbos, more often than not poultry, thawed two days in advance. And a vegetable. Sometimes perishable like a sliced tomato or cucumber. Often frozen like corn or green beans where I can extract as much as I need, then boil. Sometimes the vegetable Shop-Rite puts on sale that week. Simple, but with a modicum of which of the many options should I take.</div><div><br /></div><div>Along the way, I have a few signatures, or at least go-tos. For shabbos cholent. For guests, a roasted turkey half-breast or chicken cacciatore, one needing little effort, the other requiring many steps. Desserts, a nut cake or a honey cake, one basic recipe with variants.</div><div><br /></div><div>For suppers at home, I have two that require preparation, <a href="https://www.hungrybrowser.com/phaedrus/m050203.htm#3">Macaroni and Cheese in the style of Horn and Hardart</a>, which was my Automat staple, and Lasagna taken from the first cookbook judged worthy of the<a href="https://www.artscroll.com/Books/9781578197071.html"> Artscroll</a> Jewish publishers. Each needs some targeted purchases. Lasagna offers me more room for experimentation. Each lasts four meals, one out of the oven, one the following night's supper, and two rectangles cut cold, wrapped in foil, and frozen for a supper each of the next two weeks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lasagna has a spinach base, so I need to get frozen spinach when on sale and keep it in the freezer until the day before. I usually get the cut variety, but have gotten the leaf form. They thaw waterlogged, so I take a fistful at a time, give a good squeeze, placing a handful at a time into the mixing bowl until all has been drained. For a while I tried using a colander. My hands extract more water. Then a tub of cottage cheese. Most come as one pint but the Shop-Rite house brand comes as 24 ounces, which seems to leave me more filling to work with on assembly. Cottage cheese comes in a number of different forms. Large or small curd, reduced fat or full fat. After baking, the curd size doesn't matter. Small mixes more easily. And always full fat. The purpose of cheese of any type is its sensory pleasure, which comes from its lipid elements. And brand on sale when I go shopping. An egg is needed for binding. Dump into the bowl after the spinach, blend with a fork. Then seasonings. The Artscroll recipe calls for oregano and black pepper. I vary this. Oregano seems to work best. The half teaspoon given in the recipe comes out unnoticed. I use more, but since I never measure it, I don't really know how much more. Black pepper is not noticed at all when served. I look at my spice collection and pick one. The Middle Eastern spices don't do especially well, despite Lasagna being a Mediterranean preparation. Season salts and Asian spices are better. But the options and my selection make each preparation a little different. </div><div><br /></div><div>The real variation from batch to batch comes from the cheese that is added to the cottage cheese filling. The Artscroll recipe calls for mozzarella. It is easy to find kosher-certified mozzarella. And it is a staple of Italian pasta recipes because of its melting qualities and texture. As a semi-soft cheese in its kosher formats, I find it difficult to shred with a processor's shredding disc. More liquified mozzarella, really more of a paste, mixes easily with the cottage cheese in the prep bowl. I have found cheddar a better option. Table-K cheddar is easy to find and reasonably economical. It shreds easily, which makes it better for the upper topping. I will most often use some form of sharp cheddar, either by itself or in combination with mozzarella. For flavor, I have used acceptable additions of blue cheese and Monterrey jack, but cheddar and mozzarella seem to offer the preferred texture and taste.</div><div><br /></div><div>The lasagna is layered and topped with jarred spaghetti sauce. There are several brands that are kosher-certified and go on sale. The jars have become subject to<a href="https://www.investopedia.com/terms/s/shrinkflation.asp"> shrinkflation</a>, now containing 24 ounces when they used to contain 26, which is what the recipe calls for. I find the 24 oz usually adequate but sometimes pull a partially used jar from the fridge to supplement. The vegetarian jarred spaghetti sauces have their own variants. Marina, basil, garden tomato. The varieties without texture perform better.</div><div><br /></div><div>So with just a few variable ingredients, the sauce, cottage cheese style, topic cheese, and spices, I can get a lot of different minor combinations from the same recipe. Not having any reason to standardize what I do, and indeed a lot of reasons not to, each batch comes out unique but never dramatically so. While I vary these brands, I do not do formal experimentation with the combinations or write them down. Instead, I will purchase the cheese in a half-pound brick without earmarking it for lasagna. Spaghetti sauce is purchased without lasagna or variety in mind, so I choose what is in the pantry. Oregano is a constant, a small handful crushed. Other herbs and spices vary from none to a shake or a few grinds of black pepper, to something in my spice collection that catches my attention when I see what I have available.</div><div><br /></div><div>However I make it, the end result is usually good. Sometimes a little overbaked. More often just right. The underlying purpose, basically the enjoyment of my kitchen and the challenge of preparation is always fulfilled.</div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-88394565784200040632024-03-12T07:33:00.001-04:002024-03-12T07:33:03.462-04:00Up on Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTGguam0fUSZWz7u76QeHbrAPenhfpZ62rktBERNTnecvylQLzCAJnSUmDrVAcviHNONYwbQ4pOqzq0i6A8iKoBQBiXMBwogP0bHmZORsy_fze2grXC5lIi8I3u1NBRz5ELArYBEePLnEsZ9ec-vZzytpGqIfRh__at5CTaEtwidPnW0NapVrTptsCjfg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTGguam0fUSZWz7u76QeHbrAPenhfpZ62rktBERNTnecvylQLzCAJnSUmDrVAcviHNONYwbQ4pOqzq0i6A8iKoBQBiXMBwogP0bHmZORsy_fze2grXC5lIi8I3u1NBRz5ELArYBEePLnEsZ9ec-vZzytpGqIfRh__at5CTaEtwidPnW0NapVrTptsCjfg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Eventually, I prefer the late sunsets of Daylight Savings Time. This third morning of the new clock settings I resolved to depart my bed at the specified time that I plan to keep permanent until either the next clock adjustment or time zone travel. It was a struggle, but I am up, dental routine completed, newspaper moved from driveway to the front door, first k-cup of coffee brewed, and morning pills swallowed. I need that coffee to serve its intended purpose, though that typically happens after the second cup.<div><br /></div><div>I have two sleep trackers, one a smartphone app, the other a feature of my smartwatch. They agree with cumulative sleep times, differing only by 8 minutes. The phone breaks down the components. About half it called REM or deep sleep, the other half light sleep or awake. I know I was awake far in excess of the 49 minutes its highly fallible method calculated, as I could check the red numerals on the clock radio with some regularity for about 2 hours at about the mid-point of my nightly sleep session.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, the first step of sleep regulation, with few exceptions, is a commitment to Up on Time. For the first morning of DST, I did that.</div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-17377557519621273832024-03-10T15:55:00.000-04:002024-03-10T15:55:10.506-04:00Attracting Me Back<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB_0vK_bQ7ra43WUfxja1hjmbwsZN1h16cKLM-M-v5S9EngLLiAjgemvIuFQ3Rz7oNQKzQ_tWhUWaiCiXBHHl-ngBZp_Ni0NT3BKSbVTLNrMQRu3vU1Or0m1ir0YmrbnjV9anEwFcSpOOJlQXcW70cckLECTKiFegdJT4eO87hroD_UOPzynW1MVX6jgc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB_0vK_bQ7ra43WUfxja1hjmbwsZN1h16cKLM-M-v5S9EngLLiAjgemvIuFQ3Rz7oNQKzQ_tWhUWaiCiXBHHl-ngBZp_Ni0NT3BKSbVTLNrMQRu3vU1Or0m1ir0YmrbnjV9anEwFcSpOOJlQXcW70cckLECTKiFegdJT4eO87hroD_UOPzynW1MVX6jgc" width="320" /></a></div><br />No sign-ons to FB, X, or Reddit for a week. All but FB has given up on me, or understood my value to them accurately. FB does its best to entice my return. The icon on my mobile app reads 32 notifications. It increases by a few each day. Reddit has 4, constant since day 2 of my respite. Twitter has zero. We do not miss each other. <p></p><p>FB also sends messages to my email box. People who I know, people who I care about, have continued posting in my absence. FOMO, they anticipate. I must know what these dear people expressed. I don't think I missed any birthdays. I don't know when the next FB Friend's birthday arrives. There are two that I remember this month. Each worthy of a special day with a generous greeting that likely will not arrive, but also not generate resentment in its absence.</p><p>I'm not ready for my Next Act there. Perhaps when I go on vacation in another two weeks.</p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-15619257458839203642024-03-07T17:27:00.001-05:002024-03-07T17:27:57.680-05:00SorenessAfter extension of a three day scheduled treadmill recovery time an additional three days, my sessions have resumed. OLLI classes begin at 9AM most mornings, so to complete my program in time I need to start walking at 7:30AM. Then I will have a half hour to dress and brew coffee into an insulated mug before I head off. What I've not done well has been on the nutritional end, eating a reasonable breakfast before driving off.<div><br /></div><div>My legs have gotten a bit sore with no meaningful reversal from my every third day off. I am still able to complete my eight minute stretching session twice weekly without serious myalgia, though a bit of stiffness. </div><div><br /></div><div>While on the extended hiatus, prompted by soreness, I took a naproxen tablet night and morning but have suspended that. I am reluctant to resume, though I tolerated the pills adequately and felt less pain. I do not think the earlier exercise time has created the soreness and it has enabled me to not skip a session on days that I return home late. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just put up with this, a few more days, then reconsider the NSAID.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUlVnS520uWpBGMJBYo8K9i7-ZggxWkUzWcfvqifpkjkE58fo3sVm4I0NqvQGuLS6TMKTL0f_url2hLB14vDxgCStR4SsM9AxjFGHxtPeFmGHtrOL0wrwqhnMDQ1vYIRTkicnl1H4Sy24hExV7u-m1OOWEgQ5g3Cs-lXEwBfd-bHJZDNX5u7yioM1XjCs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUlVnS520uWpBGMJBYo8K9i7-ZggxWkUzWcfvqifpkjkE58fo3sVm4I0NqvQGuLS6TMKTL0f_url2hLB14vDxgCStR4SsM9AxjFGHxtPeFmGHtrOL0wrwqhnMDQ1vYIRTkicnl1H4Sy24hExV7u-m1OOWEgQ5g3Cs-lXEwBfd-bHJZDNX5u7yioM1XjCs" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-19252976108374522072024-03-06T15:32:00.001-05:002024-03-06T15:32:59.698-05:00Still Unopened<p>Midweek on social media avoidance. Still not opened FB, X, Reddit. My phone apps tell me how many messages await. FB has 6, same as yesterday, which is only two more than the day before. They really want we opening this, even sending messages to my email identifying who among my FB Friends has posted something their algorithm as spokesman for their advertisers thinks I should at least look at. Didn't bite. Reddit app on my phone lists 4, same as yesterday. The note in my email when somebody has commented to something I have posted, even sharing that content by email. Deleted without opening. X probably doesn't want me to know. I've taken down the icons from laptop's home screen. Have not unistalled the apps from the smartphone.</p><p>I do not really feel tempted to peek.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRpbsIn4t_gSqAm5K2aGWbe7EvAolH6P66FkotxrT6IsAe5I2fXD8OnbW8ERkjt8Z4_Dt0CbzEczv4Q4h-aSnf4tRwJHNUV7rJkwQWCBkPSy2i7olwTpTvkgrjpGG03QNFU55iWTFHK7iGFKU2JzYXIEvneNBpvVgzSEi0Pz-vEOWDr4Ud5g-2ZCMaN8g" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRpbsIn4t_gSqAm5K2aGWbe7EvAolH6P66FkotxrT6IsAe5I2fXD8OnbW8ERkjt8Z4_Dt0CbzEczv4Q4h-aSnf4tRwJHNUV7rJkwQWCBkPSy2i7olwTpTvkgrjpGG03QNFU55iWTFHK7iGFKU2JzYXIEvneNBpvVgzSEi0Pz-vEOWDr4Ud5g-2ZCMaN8g" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-5141129606708117772024-03-05T17:35:00.001-05:002024-03-05T17:35:20.458-05:00Did InsteadThird full day without signing on to X, FB, or Reddit. I am accessing my email less, but still more than the three times a day anticipated. <div><br /></div><div>I did my usual activities, those things I would have done anyway without a social media restriction. Up on time, treadmill on time, on-site <a href="https://www.olli.udel.edu/">OLLI</a> session in the morning, Zoom session in the afternoon. I had a decent lunch. Made a trip to Trader Joe's for a minimum of things. I'd have done all of these and still engaged in my usual allotment of social media.</div><div><br /></div><div>The purpose, though, was to focus on things that had been neglected. After my OLLI class, I began to tackle the final section of the main bathroom closet. I did not time the effort. Some minor sorting. Things that go to the basement, things that go first level. Plastic bags are now inside a single plastic bag. Very little discarded. Two large bags of health and grooming supplies that will need sorting. Finished the book I was reading, the third of three in this semi-annual project, the one on a Jewish theme from a bound book. I began composing an article on Loneliness. Target 900 words, edited and submitted for publication. Sometimes you just have to start. About 300 words, most not worthy of appearing in print for strangers to read. Really, not that much progress.</div><div><br /></div><div>I made a list of the Daily Tasks that I am most likely to make excuses to languish. Most still languish. I did a good job reading, though. Tackling two very long articles in <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/"><i>The Atlantic</i></a>, two difficult ones in <a href="https://forward.com/">The Forward</a>. I would like to comment on one or two of them as Letters. And I still have time before I make a semi-special supper. I also feel pretty decent, which will enable me to work some after supper. </div><div><br /></div><div>Focus remains a challenge. There are some articles on how to improve this. It will take more than just eliminating a common distraction like social media.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjo9um8pkQqxHVo0uoR1-JImYLr2qPY4MdMyOfNEgkkO9MdzPC3w1imc-ARkF2OP6p7PCKPxrXoBLuC_la4Z1GZAF3NJgMQTyo0-80ga-KtZjW3Zwp-oKcL0XIPLOez-3NtZeDAbHEkwRrYxwBr8FLWIOzr5sx5ae8ZLNV5lB9U3tfXsqcXRO2bUd-54X4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjo9um8pkQqxHVo0uoR1-JImYLr2qPY4MdMyOfNEgkkO9MdzPC3w1imc-ARkF2OP6p7PCKPxrXoBLuC_la4Z1GZAF3NJgMQTyo0-80ga-KtZjW3Zwp-oKcL0XIPLOez-3NtZeDAbHEkwRrYxwBr8FLWIOzr5sx5ae8ZLNV5lB9U3tfXsqcXRO2bUd-54X4" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-46648753818153812412024-03-04T15:21:00.001-05:002024-03-04T15:21:20.730-05:00Being Frivolous<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj09LJP8DCUqVAzpSO93BI2rYNBqmZHhlscNNyn0d4ckxHsXpkO4plW5O6HBKoNV8_2KqfuDoLzWQ81T-FOXG_D2JbCNlZlHn50uKMvbqMSdeoAEOz4sY6m94rod_j9vzt5zzZ--B76jnN2yW9OSorkYk0h1rx8DDIcuR19qPHfBFkcjmfMn15ZNGhkIew" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj09LJP8DCUqVAzpSO93BI2rYNBqmZHhlscNNyn0d4ckxHsXpkO4plW5O6HBKoNV8_2KqfuDoLzWQ81T-FOXG_D2JbCNlZlHn50uKMvbqMSdeoAEOz4sY6m94rod_j9vzt5zzZ--B76jnN2yW9OSorkYk0h1rx8DDIcuR19qPHfBFkcjmfMn15ZNGhkIew" width="240" /></a></div><br />Fun has never been a high priority, at least since my teens. <a href="https://www.facebook.com/">FB</a> friends who learn that I have never been to a rock concert think I have missed out on some of life's most meaningful experiences. I have never sought anything from a designer or patronized an exclusive store. My two professional massages were gifts. Not a chance that I would seek one out on my own, not on a cruise ship, not from a storefront franchise. I've not had my hair styled, just efficiently cut after it's been overdue. I've never gone skiing or snowboarding, just snow tubing one time. Meals out are expensive for assigned special occasions, though never extravagant or at a place so exclusive that telling somebody I've eaten there would create an impression. Some things are just frivolous, not worth purchasing. Yet I have my own targeted amusements. I have a liking for a day at a water park. Linking one to an amusement park is even better. On a cruise liner's chocoholic buffet, I arrive at the announced starting time, usually an hour when I would ordinarily be asleep.<p></p><p>Some things merge the utilitarian with the indulgent. My insulated mug, obtained for free from a pharmaceutical company when they were still allowed to gift promotional items to doctors who might prescribe their products, served me quite well. It has been many years since the companies got together amongst themselves and discontinued these items. My mug still keeps coffee warm and it fits under the dispensing spout of my Keurig machine, but the seal between its plastic lid and insulated bottom has gotten loose. Technology on these items has also advanced. My original thermal travel mugs had plastic inside and out with a vacuum between layers. My daily one has plastic on the outside, stainless steel on the inside. The lever atop the lid moves across the top to allow coffee to flow, but does not always stay in the intended position as it sits in the car's cupholder. Maybe time to replace.</p><p>As with most things, technology has come to the marketplace. These travel mugs insulate more effectively, typically about five hours of hot, and about sixteen hours of cold. Inner surfaces remain stainless steel but the outer part has transitioned to metal, usually a painted surface with fine texture in a variety of colors. The shape has changed. It is still possible to buy one that fits snugly in the center holder then expands upwards, but more cylindrical designs have taken over, presumably to capture better thermal retention properties. Some have one diameter to fit in the holder, and a larger cylindrical shape above the holder. Others are just cylinders. Some have handles, though a two-cup car holder can really only accommodate one handle. And the lids, while still plastic, seal tightly. Most have a more sophisticated and secure mechanism to keep the mug in its sippable and closed positions. Moreover, the market for cold has expanded, so many have straws that attach to a male end on the underside of the lid to allow a straw to collect liquid while the user sips from a plastic lid segment that rises and lowers to allow consumption or seal.</p><p>Creative designers and patent attorneys have to be paid, so the modern mugs have gotten considerably more expensive. Some coffee shops or iconic thermos brands offer their own logos at a premium. It is not a trivial purchase anymore, though whatever the consumer selects should be durable. </p><p>I went to several stores, mostly places I thought would discount them. Poor selection, low quality at all of them. I looked online. Again, surprisingly limited selection, much harder to sort on Amazon than sorting shoes or shirts. And while expensive, not so costly as to qualify for free shipping. Some local stores only had the types with a straw. Target had a fair selection, though priced above what I would be willing to spend for something useful, but not essential.</p><p>Finally I found the selection I needed at a <a href="https://www.marshalls.com/us/store/index.jsp">Marshalls</a> at a price acceptable to me. I saw one just right. Had it not only come in pink, I'd have purchased it. As much as strive for gender parity in my professional world, and critique my synagogue for slouching on this, some things are just effeminate. Teal green or battleship gray would be at the cash register. But not lady pink. Eventually I found a stainless steel travel mug, right size, right top, right price. Selected that. And for the same price, I selected a second one, smaller volume, more cylindrical, name-brand, semi-mechanized top. Took both to the register for roughly the same price one at Target would have cost. And I paid cash. Not perfect in design like that pink one, but either will keep my morning coffee hot longer than it would take to drink it, most at OLLI, but also on some half-day travel. </p><p>Everything has a downside. Both are too tall to fit under a Keurig machine, so I will need to fill a cup and pour it if I make the coffee that way. Or better, it might be a good excuse, once a day, to make better coffee in a French press or <a href="https://shoponline.melitta.com/products/1-cup-pour-over-coffee-brew-cone-black">Melitta cone</a>, then pour it into the insulated cylinder before heading to the car. And since I know what the ideal option is, I can keep my eye out for one in a more acceptable color.</p><p>Hot coffee, good coffee, the best I can make at home, is not frivolous. Coffee shop prices can be if coffee is the product being sought, not frivolous if I am paying $3 to rent space for undistracted Me Time or camaraderie with others who see the coffee shop as a non-alcoholic Publik House. The mug, judiciously chosen, adds to the enjoyment. To-Go, Starbucks or WaWa's cardboard option just doesn't match the pleasure of liquid still hot an hour later. A quality insulated mug, one that should last years, or for me two new ones, searched through several stores for the best buy, should keep the morning coffee worthy of a slow sip in the <a href="https://www.olli.udel.edu/">OLLI </a>Lounge, the classroom, or on the Interstate.</p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-4478556928571374722024-03-03T11:39:00.001-05:002024-03-03T11:39:58.980-05:00Don't Sign On<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFeu9sbTx6TYZfHg34Gh_R9e3_8T7ntRLXYwRbfvI3zaWpH0F395lkmwQmnjqvJmxyqdgkd6NmxH53o7wMeNlngeXKbVERPaoIjYMvwzB6P2_7RxZq3QcOE85oTyHfTkpjh-jvI8LJ-hc5pVP77Vb9nxOMosGeitJ_aZXyLwpsyHafDfHtwHCxCUQ2i4w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFeu9sbTx6TYZfHg34Gh_R9e3_8T7ntRLXYwRbfvI3zaWpH0F395lkmwQmnjqvJmxyqdgkd6NmxH53o7wMeNlngeXKbVERPaoIjYMvwzB6P2_7RxZq3QcOE85oTyHfTkpjh-jvI8LJ-hc5pVP77Vb9nxOMosGeitJ_aZXyLwpsyHafDfHtwHCxCUQ2i4w" width="320" /></a></div><br />This is the week for no Social Media. No <a href="https://www.reddit.com/">Reddit,</a> No <a href="https://twitter.com/">Twitter</a>, not even <a href="https://www.facebook.com/">FB</a>. I checked the March Birthdays, as I would be willing to wish old friends a wonderful special day, but there are none this week. Reddit icon removed from opening screen. X never on it. FB stays, as I need some discipline not to open it. Email stays.<p></p><p>Despite rationing these things, I never set a chess clock or electronic equivalent to measure when I am signed on. It's likely more time than I would have assessed by unmeasured impression. I think I can shun this for a week.</p><p>So what do I and everyone else crave from these sites? The designers of these programs know that. Twitter is basically a wasteland where people of prominence pitch their political opinions. It is also a place where <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/"><i>The Atlantic</i></a> runs articles that I have read for others to comment upon whether they have read it or not. It may also be where a lot of lonely people seek the illusion of connection. I will occasionally get a message that somebody decided to follow me. I open their profiles, which invariably show them following 4K people, which may not all be real people, but only have 40 people following them. There seems something desperate about that. Or at least unlikely to make a lonely person less lonely.</p><p>Reddit will be a lot harder to shun this week. It is a platform where I am helpful to people that I do not know. I should be helpful to people I do not know. And the designers notify me of comments based on my posts in my email inbox, which I have started deleting unopened.</p><p>FB was fine when I first enrolled fifteen or so years back. It reconnected me to people from my past. I acquired some tolerance for people who went on trajectories I would have avoided, or acquired ideologies very much in opposition to mine. Its program algorithms were pretty effective at picking out things I liked, from my favorite comic strips to places I've been or regret never having been. But I am overwhelmed by the unwelcome, while the friendships of people from my fondest past have mostly ebbed. Very little is stimulating.</p><p>So without this for a week, or indefinitely might be better, what replaces the time allotted to it, or more accurately, frittered by it? Glancing at my whiteboard where my semi-annual projects appear in the left column, I've never denied myself a chance to pursue any because of social media. Though it has been an interruption at times from what I should have been doing instead. But sometimes signing on to FB or Reddit is a reward for a noble effort in something on that project list. There are times when I go out to a park or out to a coffee shop to escape the attraction of my laptop, or even bring the laptop with me for a pre-determined purpose. I may be able to do more of those things.</p><p>First morning off the X, FB, Reddit going OK. No withdrawal symptoms. No dramatic urge to migrate to email. No refocus to my big personal initiates either. </p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-10102439258422849232024-02-29T07:57:00.001-05:002024-02-29T07:57:48.260-05:00Separated Classes<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoJokllNrlUXy2y5klDk-O-8QDYhj9vu4MHgxP_oUXpKsYwyxCYDuJLGrYhoSs1yxFb6B-UoaCkJiSu_tn7OE33aOx6vqPaN2FSpCrwGwVHr_KGClEP2ZiwvtMPwHFIqi1lHp6WvXkv-ur-_TcRT1cQo1xPpZ3S1SF9R6qgSFTKXa4_8zqOV7qVKpGlXc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="181" data-original-width="279" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhoJokllNrlUXy2y5klDk-O-8QDYhj9vu4MHgxP_oUXpKsYwyxCYDuJLGrYhoSs1yxFb6B-UoaCkJiSu_tn7OE33aOx6vqPaN2FSpCrwGwVHr_KGClEP2ZiwvtMPwHFIqi1lHp6WvXkv-ur-_TcRT1cQo1xPpZ3S1SF9R6qgSFTKXa4_8zqOV7qVKpGlXc" width="320" /></a></div><br />One day each week, my first class begins at 9AM but the second not until 12:45PM. That creates a two-and-a-half-hour unscheduled block of time which I have used in different ways. It does not pay to return home and then return to <a href="https://www.olli.udel.edu/">OLLI</a>, so I pack a few things to bring with me. The site provides coffee. There is also a catering service that offers lunch for purchase. One of my favorite pizza/hoagie places is a short drive away, though parking not always at hand. Thus far I have made my own lunch. Usually a sandwich, either PBJ or cheese, a snack, a fruit, and a bag of herb tea, for which OLLI provides hot water and a clean recyclable cup. I eat in the cafeteria, usually by myself at a round table just before the midday classes let out. I pack my laptop and a cheap plastic portfolio. I also take a microcassette recorder. While my smartphone has a recorder, flashlight, and electronic level, none of these surrogates are really as good as a real tape recorder, flashlight on keychain, or for serious carpentry, a level made by Stanley. Don't do any carpentry at OLLI. <p></p><p>Some weeks I work on projects from my Semi-annual list. I've practiced a long Torah reading obligation. That day of the week, I always read weekly <u><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parashah">Parsha</a></u> commentaries and tackle a New England Journal article, each available to me during those 2.5 hours. I can plan my upcoming vacation or ponder a more remote one that I aspire to. </p><p>Other weeks, I leave my things in the backpack. I sit at a table and create a conversation with one or more people at the table. It helps that the early morning class is devoted to a video and discussion on contemporary controversies.</p><p>I try not to surf the web, whether my email or social media. I've been mostly successful at avoiding that time sink in favor of things I cannot get elsewhere, primarily proximity to other people, or dedicating myself to things that require my mind to focus in a place that has few distractions. </p><p>The challenge of keeping this segment of unstructured time fulfilling, if not actually productive, has been a gratifying one. Sometimes Me at my best, or at least a Decent Me, one very respectful of this Me Time. </p><p>This part of my weekly schedule lasts less than two months and will be hard to duplicate without the separated classes bookending the pluripotent 2.5 hours. I have found it a weekly focus, at least while it lasts.</p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-75812363008418995992024-02-28T17:16:00.000-05:002024-02-28T17:16:12.480-05:00Care of Myself<p>Lab testing this morning, followed by a treat, out for breakfast. Not an extravagant one, though probably something I could not duplicate in my own kitchen. At the mid-point of my monthly three-day treadmill hiatus. Just as well, as I've experienced some axial pain, lower back and thighs. My mood could be better. I did have a pleasant exchange with two teachers, contributing to their series and getting invited to give one of the presentations the next semester. But for the most part, I kept to myself, working on a minor project for lack of motivation for a major one.</p><p>I did get up on time, with a favorable report from my wristwatch which has a not terribly accurate sleep assessment app. And I read some from the book I am reading, though unlikely to finish by month's end.</p><p>I'm sore. Feeling a tad down, though less lonely. Not really motivated, though still reasonably productive and at times creative. Not missed any scheduled medicines. Eating judiciously. Staying current with medical care. And at times felt energetic in recent weeks. But I thought the recovery from assertive walking on the treadmill would have me less achy. And some vacation days with change of scenery and activity not far off.<br /></p><p>Despite the orthopedic and depressive symptoms, neither overwhelming, the principles of attention to my physical and emotional needs remain intact. I need to sleep on schedule, rest on schedule, eat in a predictably judicious way, do what the doctor advises, approach people in some way each day, do something each day to keep my mind agile, and exercise to age-appropriate capacity. I think I've done all these things. The achiness should abate. The spirits should rise from the effort.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg9nd_e3UcJfEXjYIPuXl-QWAtE5GAAIlpEUG_Lkwrr2NwIaQIulO2XjwWo_b_uLoT4-S2LbSeat1ntVu9W1YfCci2xCP_2AIDSQ_8M7CpJWT1yGh57jMmXJhB8D4Yrz0dDptGo3rqdqkPFOvYL7FJbqZsJAHQtWCSpIdejE-ItzmldCAq5qHRiphkzhU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgg9nd_e3UcJfEXjYIPuXl-QWAtE5GAAIlpEUG_Lkwrr2NwIaQIulO2XjwWo_b_uLoT4-S2LbSeat1ntVu9W1YfCci2xCP_2AIDSQ_8M7CpJWT1yGh57jMmXJhB8D4Yrz0dDptGo3rqdqkPFOvYL7FJbqZsJAHQtWCSpIdejE-ItzmldCAq5qHRiphkzhU" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-25085274220623945722024-02-27T12:34:00.001-05:002024-02-27T12:34:50.828-05:00Underrepresented<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1hHAQuCHZut7NaspbxfS0zXmgfirjR33k7Q6yGAD3AP852IP-xxH64Elumnqghj047whbLO3eJLtWY4ilWYw3AQ7d2rEOWmEZMm9SIxx7DLgco1cKUgP1zlH8yE0L9PPueiMYB_5Da4kEceHj8oOHr3PUD0lyWnDXRa_V4E9CCAZBM_mI4f-m6662t14" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi1hHAQuCHZut7NaspbxfS0zXmgfirjR33k7Q6yGAD3AP852IP-xxH64Elumnqghj047whbLO3eJLtWY4ilWYw3AQ7d2rEOWmEZMm9SIxx7DLgco1cKUgP1zlH8yE0L9PPueiMYB_5Da4kEceHj8oOHr3PUD0lyWnDXRa_V4E9CCAZBM_mI4f-m6662t14" width="320" /></a></div><br />I went to a terrific concert at a huge Presbyterian Church just outside our flagship State University. Immense sanctuary, filled with a blend of concert lovers who wouldn't miss it and relatives of the volunteer musicians, including a high school contribution of singers who support their household members, if not fine music. My wife loves choral music, currently serving as President of a local ensemble. I always enjoy her concerts, though only go to hers.<div><br /></div><div>My own fondness, though never developing into an expensive passion, are our National Parks and my state parks. As a senior, I purchased lifetime passes to each. On visit to Florida a year ago I reserved an afternoon to tour the Everglades. In the past I've allotted vacation time for Zion, Bryce, Yellowstone, Grand Teton, and Volcanoes National Parks, all quite crowded with fellow tourists on each of my visits. My regional Osher Institute has offered a course on the National Parks predating my own post-retirement enrollment. Friday morning is reserved for the current National Parks presentation by one of the finest lecturers in the program, now an octogenarian.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fine music, often Sacred pieces inspired by a Deity but still mostly created by musical masters and presented by dedicated performers with more of a spectrum of talent, does not easily connect to the wonders of nature, themselves studied and packaged by experts. The link may be the mostly unconditional offer for the public to elevate their minds and spirits from we offered, whether by non-profits that promote music or government that preserves and manages land. Each are for presentation. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some major symphonies, operas, and theatrical agencies charge a substantial sum to partake. Their attendance would reflect that, an audience dominated by moguls and elite professionals, with a subset of maybe student discounts or people of ordinary means who saved up all year for this personal treat. Not so with our local productions, from High School annual musicals to church or community sponsored musical concerts. Tickets are within the means of most wage earners. The performers mostly need and have cars to get to rehearsals, while working people, at least in my locale, need and have cars to get to work. The availability of these concerts would seem nearly universal, though in competition with what each person might be doing instead.</div><div><br /></div><div>The National Parks, while more spectacular, are not as universally accessible. I always see tour buses, some directed to foreign countries where vacation time exceeds what American employers allot. Parking lots have plates from all over America and parts of Canada and Mexico, suggesting that people planned their visits to capture multiple places and allow substantial travel time. More typically, tourists fly to the nearest major airport, then rent a car. And hotel accommodations, often tied to the pleasures of a resort, make this a considerable expense for most visitors, though working people customarily allot for travel during their vacation weeks. One can go overseas on a tour, take a cruise, visit a National Park, explore the magic of Disney, all for comparable expense. And vacation has become a priority for Americans. I have actually done all of these things over many years.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the concert, the paucity of African-Americans, countable on fingers amidst a few hundred people caught my attentions. Asians were also under-represented. Ages of those in attendance perhaps trended toward older people, though not dramatically so. And this is with parents supporting their participating kids. The performers had some people colors, but not the audience. Has concert music, unlike Spirituals or popular music, become a haven of the elite? Those people who played in the school orchestra or took courses from the Music Department in college? Travel or expense would not be an impediment, interest and preferences might be.</div><div><br /></div><div>I make a parallel observation about my National Park visits, though slightly different. Asians, whether by Japanese tour buses or visitors to the Western Parks are rather common. African-Americans seemed few, even in Florida where the only people of color seemed to be those on class trips. The nearest airport to the Utah parks is Las Vegas which has among the most cosmopolitan collection of visitors as anyplace. Hotels in the towns surrounding the parks are not extravagantly priced. Nobody is turned away. I assume the National Park Service keeps some visitor data so perhaps my visual impression is in error, but I don't think so. And the Parks are as likely to attract people of all political persuasions, so I don't suspect their enjoyment is top-heavy with the wealthiest most educated Americans. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have DEI as a political flash point, as it focuses on employment and blending of students. But there are other opportunities for having a broader representation of the population than we seem to have now. Nobody is turned away from a cultural event. Nobody is refused entry to our public lands to enjoy the best nature can create. Nothing controversial about this. Yet there seems to be ethnically, economically, or perhaps geographic preferences. Or perhaps the desire to bring the kids to the Everglades in competition with Disney reflects a parental perspective. The concert and the parks each seem to have diversity shortfalls. And each unrelated to any sense of entitlement or preference. I think it would be better to make an effort to attract some of the portions of the population not currently seeking out these public treasures, so some may think me an overeducated snob for thinking that way. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-12199080233111273522024-02-25T15:33:00.001-05:002024-02-25T19:04:11.226-05:00Sacred Cows No More<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiG4gQWJ-M_V6VC0gkkuF2z_ljh2Y2xebS51Pa9f-NZQz_Jymf0VXhUo1X1zKpaThDC9_eyGTz3gSbZwLzQ4nFQO2NAVnnNwcMqC5V7uA3PWhmcOSGL3sfUigQltrdSliYvDdsXgD34LEX_SMu_UNKdZTnMB-QvhjbgUrFDqW-xkpgOt8w48iCwgXjo0VE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="190" data-original-width="266" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiG4gQWJ-M_V6VC0gkkuF2z_ljh2Y2xebS51Pa9f-NZQz_Jymf0VXhUo1X1zKpaThDC9_eyGTz3gSbZwLzQ4nFQO2NAVnnNwcMqC5V7uA3PWhmcOSGL3sfUigQltrdSliYvDdsXgD34LEX_SMu_UNKdZTnMB-QvhjbgUrFDqW-xkpgOt8w48iCwgXjo0VE" width="320" /></a></div><br />My communal stock must be ascending. Last year's Federation Super Sunday phone solicitation came from a pleasant functionary of no standing reading a script. I stopped the script, bantered a bit. He had neither the experience nor the wit to respond to my unwillingness to be part of any formal Federation Campaign since I dropped out in 1995 following an adverse experience with some of their people of title who did not make it quite to the midpoint of my patent pending Jewish Dignity Meter. Indeed, a couple annual solicitations later, usually from some very nice people who I knew well who did not read from a script, I just opted for their Do Not Call list, which they respected for about another 25 years. I never elaborated on my experience, which I assess at the intersection of dishonesty and cruelty even decades later, nor did anyone ever solicit the story. One of the downfalls of Leadership Modeled secular, or perhaps even Orthodox Judaism, is the assumption among the proteges, imparted as part of formal Leadership Training, is that disgruntled people must be ingrates or in some identifiable if not obvious way, inferior and not worthy of what the Leadership offers. And that assessment probably began in my Hebrew School years, persisting to this minute. And attrition over those sixty or so years hints that my assessment is accurate. There is a form of Leadership Generated Attrition, and my response to my own experience provides just one more illustration.<div><br /></div><div>What I did instead, though, as my wife's hand shook from verbal threats conveyed by telephone from a titled critter with leverage over us, was to personalize my own Judaism. By this time, <i><a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/books/archive/2023/07/the-jewish-catalog-50th-anniversary/674846/">The Jewish Catalog </a></i>had issued all its volumes, each widely read. Much of the population figured out that they could have <a href="https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/633659/jewish/What-Is-Shabbat.htm">shabbos</a> without the synagogue, vacation someplace other than <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grossinger%27s_Catskill_Resort_Hotel">Grossinger's</a>, support Soviet Jewish emigration, and learn enough Hebrew external to the darlings of the day school to acquire proficiency on the <a href="https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/bimah">bimah</a>. Shabbos does not have to start with candle lighting and end with <a href="https://www.myjewishlearning.com/article/havdalah-taking-leave-of-shabbat/">havdalah</a>. It could start with <a href="https://www.alephbeta.org/shabbat/what-is-kiddush">kiddush</a>. If breakfast out can only be done on Saturday morning and the camaraderie of the diner's counter exceeds any spiritual benefit of <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/shul">shul</a>, then shabbos concludes that morning. Or maybe it doesn't conclude if the activity is special to Saturday morning. I am commanded to share my treasure as <a href="https://www.jewfaq.org/tzedakah_charity">Tzedakah</a>. That treasure is not so large as to run any agency when donated or harm any agency when withheld. I can walk away from the venal Rabbi's if I wish and redirect my communal allotment to a Jewish nursing home, an independent advocacy group, a school, a museum, a place from my past where I found acceptance exceeding what I experience now. </div><div><br /></div><div>If <a href="https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/4075633/jewish/What-Is-a-Macher.htm">machers</a> need to mistreat somebody, I'm the right person. I can handle it. I can walk away. Mistreating somebody captive, whether my wife, a struggling child, a friend, or somebody who I see as vulnerable doesn't cut it. And while I did not walk away, I took control, personalized everything. I changed shuls. And as the Federation solicitors learned today, I repackaged my entire tzedakah program. As I approach thirty years of doing this, there have been very few revisions, mostly to enhance amounts and number of recipients, to move money away from my synagogue in the direction of my own Jewish past and what I think my parents would have found a more meaningful destination when their <a href="https://www.jewishhall.com/yahrtzeit">yahrtzeit</a>'s arise. My <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kashrut">kashrut</a> standards have become more strict. My shabbos more traditional. Some Sacred Cows <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shechita">Schecht</a>ed, primarily ones that define leadership and remind me of a <a href="https://www.usy.org/">USY </a>clique. Those memories are long past, some of the hurt of exclusion remembered then and felt now. But opportunities for engagement as technology has enabled niches and interaction not previously available to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ironically, last year and this, Federation solicited me because I had resumed making a donation to the communal umbrella once again. A three digit figure, not the four digit amount somebody anticipating a move to a higher leadership title would donate, or shake somebody else down to donate. They mistakenly thought I was back in their whirl. Last year's call came from a functionary, this year's from a very experienced participant guiding a newer participant. I made it clear, that my tzedakah initiatives, which now include their agency as a beneficiary, is still my creation functioning successfully for nearly thirty years. Make a pledge? No. Need a reminder a year after my last credit card authorization? No, my process works just fine. Back on Do Not Call list? One less call to make, one less disheartening rejection for the caller.</div><div><br /></div><div>In good times and strained times, I've known virtually all the people who have had me on their Super Sunday call list. A shabbos or two before each designated Sunday, Rabbi's announce the event from their bimahs, sometimes with a reminder to their congregants, that if a kid calls avoid being harsh with them. I've never been strident, even in those horrible years of the early 1990s when I opted out. I simply asked for my pledge card, which their operatives were instructed by their Fundraising Chairmen not to send, but always relented when told it would be no money unless I filled out the amount myself. Then it arrived in the mail shortly thereafter and was returned with a check, whose decreasing amount reflected more my irritation than my prosperity.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've never been called by a teenager. Some are angling for acceptance by their group, others for something assertive to put on their college applications. I do get called by students of my two alma maters, part of their obligation to obtain financial assistance to attend. I do not pledge money over the phone. Send me a note and they will get something. And I fulfill my end. How would I handle a teen who is being told that soliciting funds for a worthy cause is part of one's worthiness of Jewish leadership? I would never tell my tale of woe. I would tell what I what told the very experienced solicitor, who is himself often a personal irritant, though in a different way. Giving money to Jewish causes is a Divine commandment that I fulfill. I have a successful way of assessing amounts, destinations, and times. Creating that process, tweaking it periodically, and moving on from unhappy experiences is also part of being a successful Jew. The ability to do that and maintain it for thirty years has value to me far in excess of any title the community might offer. The Leadership curriculum may hint that people licking their wounds are inferior and deserved those wounds if they were real at all, not just perceived, are defective in some way. I'm not defective. Just deprived of kindness when my family was vulnerable. I learned not to do that. And while that teen will go away without the pledge she seeks, her rabbi need not warn me to be cordial when the call arrives.</div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-65271224140206306322024-02-23T14:33:00.004-05:002024-02-23T14:33:55.906-05:00Caught Up With Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRdczNTfXLLpH5qiw8u2E1iTQPMnWIiC-w1UmLB8wgEgBaaWB0ZwqYs57vsF_0KH43DSoiMZaIgAYCVVSAPGS4vcAeJmLrqwGoAeviEVid5dlbbgO-Xkd4cXjb9TSsRaYavu0rGkCk1V_wmvDEU3mE9cwZ2Coq0Br3ImYXeCovY0yf2LxZCyChGPbK7e4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRdczNTfXLLpH5qiw8u2E1iTQPMnWIiC-w1UmLB8wgEgBaaWB0ZwqYs57vsF_0KH43DSoiMZaIgAYCVVSAPGS4vcAeJmLrqwGoAeviEVid5dlbbgO-Xkd4cXjb9TSsRaYavu0rGkCk1V_wmvDEU3mE9cwZ2Coq0Br3ImYXeCovY0yf2LxZCyChGPbK7e4" width="320" /></a></div><br />Good habits to create, then nurture. For me, getting up when I tell myself I should irrespective of how I feel, then going on the treadmill for the pre-determined session before my first activity. I've done well since New Year's. Up at 7AM with few exceptions such as illness following my Covid vaccine, which traded one healthy effort for another. Then treadmill. Lapse for an illness like <a href="https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/22700-cytokine-release-syndrome">cytokine surge</a> from the covid vaccine or an injury to a part of my lower extremity. But lapses are few. To do this successfully, I set a fixed time: 8:15AM, enough time for two 8 oz cups of coffee made in a Keurig K-Express and to review my plan of attack that keeps the rest of the day productive plus at least one crossword puzzle. And maybe a blog entry, and certainly check overnight messages.<div><br /></div><div>Resumption of <a href="https://www.olli.udel.edu/">OLLI</a> classes interfered with what had been going so well. To get to my 9AM classes, treadmill sessions were shifted to 7:35AM. One cup of coffee, retrieve newspaper for my wife, attention to my indoor plants on scheduled days, then about a half hour to get dressed, prepare lunch on Thursdays, review my day if outlined the night before, make an insulated mug of coffee before heading to the driveway at 8:25AM, which would give me enough time to sip from the mug and greet an old friend or two in the auditorium, then settling down for my morning class.</div><div><br /></div><div>It has a beneficial purpose, but a few weeks into the adapted schedule, I feel its effects. Legs sore, slightly tired, not always able to squeeze a breakfast together before leaving the house, something I had been doing as an initiative with reasonable success while still on OLLI intercession. I do not feel particularly tired before my computer or desk clock reaches treadmill time. And I don't struggle with the session. But I also have not noticed the traditional benefits of regular exercise at appropriate capacity. My ability to increase the treadmill rate and duration has not happened. My muscles sometimes ache. Knees feel like they have been stressed. Stretching, which I schedule twice a week, has found my capacity deteriorating.</div><div><br /></div><div>I sleep better. I've been perhaps a tad more energetic in the late morning, though hurting by midday. And being among people, even interacting with a mixture of strangers and friends, has improved my lingering feeling of loneliness. So I'm not feeling badly with the new schedule, just with some musculoskeletal sequelae of my effort. </div><div><br /></div><div>Vacation, with its respite from the schedule, is not for another four weeks, though close enough to anticipate a need for some new scenery and new people. And at the end of each month I afford myself three consecutive days off the treadmill for my legs to recover. It has been gratifying to display what some might call <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grit_(personality_trait)">grit</a>, doing what I set out to do despite its discomfort. Though the health benefits and social benefits come at the neglect of some of my mental activity, as my commitment to the things I create has fallen behind. Now that sleep and exercise are reasonably committed and executed, I can make a similar commitment to perhaps some fixed writing and expression times.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg38_6URMySl5F-bTEFtVgdcVo7LipJdwq2oJ9iPVP31K-kvx_GTDNz6G66LCtXhM9WKdNv9w-YUFqCq88v7Nf_fMpJC0M1FyYTDwHOyZvoQ9OHIcwdEB9wpx2-4UZNELp-1SILvWpU5-MxQ0b57ralGsclHUhdyNnLGxkaQ8XyMvd9K4nnrwqrtSfPQ5s" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="290" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg38_6URMySl5F-bTEFtVgdcVo7LipJdwq2oJ9iPVP31K-kvx_GTDNz6G66LCtXhM9WKdNv9w-YUFqCq88v7Nf_fMpJC0M1FyYTDwHOyZvoQ9OHIcwdEB9wpx2-4UZNELp-1SILvWpU5-MxQ0b57ralGsclHUhdyNnLGxkaQ8XyMvd9K4nnrwqrtSfPQ5s" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-28476071921117581902024-02-22T15:49:00.000-05:002024-02-22T15:49:07.977-05:00ReportingThem<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV_FZ3CgLQDOpU8zblMratrA-iHMz79Krc6noqDKM0BRBnEVb6E5KCJDAaw2XD8KOYfq6XUtDyEi3r3aOLdWbNk6rjGu8AKOZgZX2dzjZj0P92Qx0ngUHxG_GZQayAkGaGJzrf4p2rLXonXXF1bCtnEaFLvTBaGfZ8VbXjMh5oEasgwpXVNVTmMPo91Ro" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="177" data-original-width="284" height="199" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhV_FZ3CgLQDOpU8zblMratrA-iHMz79Krc6noqDKM0BRBnEVb6E5KCJDAaw2XD8KOYfq6XUtDyEi3r3aOLdWbNk6rjGu8AKOZgZX2dzjZj0P92Qx0ngUHxG_GZQayAkGaGJzrf4p2rLXonXXF1bCtnEaFLvTBaGfZ8VbXjMh5oEasgwpXVNVTmMPo91Ro" width="320" /></a></div><br />For all the rise in Anti-Semitism that has emerged over a few years gradually and over a few months more rapidly, I had not personally encountered any other than more honorable people retweeting a comment made somewhere on their Twitter screens for the purpose of criticizing what they had seen. I got my first two yesterday. They occurred on Reddit's r/Judaism, each just a phrase or a sentence. Neither had any comments. I selected the Report option, clicked the Hate icon, then submit. My email contained two messages from u/reddit that the umpire, which I assume is what u/ designates, agreed that company posting policy had been violated.<p></p><p>Neither of these posts had received any comments from the users who engage in r/judaism. And since the platform provides neutral names to its users to minimize any personal identification, I could not know anything about the poster. Could be Islamic, could be American Nazi, could just be a conflict entrepreneur.</p><p>In the early days of AOL chat, there were Jewish virtual conversations that I would enter. We would type about our synagogue, what we are making for Seder, where we are from. Invariably Abdul would sign in, deface our screens with some anti-Israel or even anti-Jewish slogan, likely for the purpose of disruption. AOL provided an Ignore option which any of us could click to exclude Abdul, but we would all have to exercise that choice. If anyone wanted to retort Abdul, where invariably some of the people connected to that chat room at the time would, he would stay and post more slogans or individual demeaning comments. We had no mechanism for AOL to deny him access.</p><p>Reddit, and some of the other platforms, can deny access. But to do that requires another consumer of the service taking the initiative to make a report, then a process from which an employee of the platform makes a decision on whether company standards have been violated. Not a lot different than our highways where people can drive in all sorts of hazardous ways, limited only by getting caught, something that happens a relatively small fraction of the time. Our police have tried to randomize this with sobriety check roadblocks, radar traps, red light photo cameras. The IRS monitors tax cheats with random audits. But our electronic platforms really don't seem to have a better mechanism than depending on annoyed legitimate users turning in troublesome posters as individuals. It's not a good way to clean up the enjoyment these platforms are intended to generate. Or maybe they do have automated screening devices. Or maybe they pay people to log onto places that have hateful posters for their version of the random audit. Whatever the mechanism, it does not seem to be as sophisticated as it should be.</p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-76873153895127708472024-02-20T11:28:00.000-05:002024-02-20T11:28:11.421-05:00Planning for Guests<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzijKH-fOjzkPVMd5rp1hBTnPBD1CftKxZsDfKBmx_TQ05VxT1Q8_ifSODvGjacd1zlfud7vq8T7OEhMalxKfCH_rU7Xdfuu3MoEC5uyyM2Abi4g0nGMYpRAtorYwMCk52_BaH7eadpURlLxMjeXFe5L69g7C9gb76QlBQSEWV91aliktfozgg_YgZztE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgzijKH-fOjzkPVMd5rp1hBTnPBD1CftKxZsDfKBmx_TQ05VxT1Q8_ifSODvGjacd1zlfud7vq8T7OEhMalxKfCH_rU7Xdfuu3MoEC5uyyM2Abi4g0nGMYpRAtorYwMCk52_BaH7eadpURlLxMjeXFe5L69g7C9gb76QlBQSEWV91aliktfozgg_YgZztE" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>Each half year I try to host guests for dinner three times. Some are easy: <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passover_Seder">Seder</a>, <a href="https://www.chabad.org/library/article_cdo/aid/609535/jewish/What-Is-a-Sukkah.htm">sukkah</a>, Thanksgiving. Since Seder and Thanksgiving are for my household, I do not count them, but still work on traditional menus and elegant presentation. Some occasions are semi-random: Shabbat Pesach, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shavuot">Shavuot</a>. Others truly random. For Festivals, the occasion dictates much of the menu. Thanksgiving turkey, something with sweet potato, something with cranberries. Seder has its ritual requirements, shabbos Pesach dietary limitations that invite ingenuity, or at least variations from other <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shabbat">shabbos</a> dinners. Shavuot dairy</p><p>Shabbos gives complete flexibility.</p><p>I start with a nine square grid:</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://www.myjewishlearning.com/article/hamotzi-the-blessing-over-bread/">Motzi</a>, generally <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kugel">challah</a> for a Jewish occasion</li><li>First course: can be either an appetizer or soup. Both for Thanksgiving and Seder, one on other occasions</li><li>Salad: avoid bean and potato salads, usually fresh vegetable based</li><li>Dressing if not integral to the salad recipe</li><li>Entrée: Meat mostly. And something I wouldn't ordinarily make for myself</li><li>Starch: I happen to have a fondness for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kugel">kugel</a></li><li>Vegetable: what's on sale that week, simply prepared</li><li>Dessert: Most often baked</li><li>Beverage: wine more often than not</li></ol><div>Challah recipes are mostly variants of each other. They will vary by number of eggs and by sweetness. The kneading also drives the final product. I start early in the morning, so the first rise is underway by the time I need to leave the house.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wine is most often white, purchased from a place with an enormous selection. I set a price limit, then choose the one with the most intriguing name or label design. Never, or almost never, buy the same brand more than once.</div><div><br /></div><div>All else needs exploration. I've collected cookbooks of various types for decades, creating a large collection. And I used to browse the public library collection in advance of guests. The internet has made much of this obsolete. I can search by course, by ingredient, by individual food mavens. For dessert I can make something with phyllo, though it has gotten unreasonably expensive. More often a nut torte or an apple cake or maybe a honey cake. Lots of variations. </div><div><br /></div><div>The entrée is almost always poultry, chicken for its versatility, turkey for its simplicity. Kosher beef has gotten expensive and choice rarely goes beyond beef cubes or ground beef. Whole chicken can be roasted. Chicken parts can be prepared all sorts of ways. Kugel can have rice, matzoh, noodles, or potatoes as its base. These are all held together by eggs and liquid. Some can be made sweet, others better left a bit tangy. Salads are usually simple: Cucumbers with onion, tomato based salads, pepper based salads. I stay away from those potato or bean based. And dressing is a blend of acid and oil.</div><div><br /></div><div>Soups have great versatility. Many are of regional origin with adds to the menu. They keep for subsequent meals. I've made fish soups, vegetable soups, cold gazpacho in tomato season, chicken soup with the requisite matzoh balls, grain based soups. All work well as starters.</div><div><br /></div><div>Over about two weeks I get the grid filled out. Then I write all the ingredients on loose-leaf paper one dish at a time. Then on another piece of loose-leaf paper, I write down all the individual ingredients and amounts as some items appear on more than one recipe. I print each recipe if not already in one of my books. Then I go through my pantry, marking what I already have in sufficient amount and what needs a purchase. Non-perishables are added a few days before, perishables two days before. The day before, all recipes displayed on dining room table and all non-refrigerated ingredients placed adjacent to their recipe.</div><div><br /></div><div>The morning of arrival begins at about 7AM with creating and kneading the challah dough. I find that hand kneading yields a better final texture than a dough hook. It then goes into an oiled bowl to be placed on the dining room table for its first rise. Next, treadmill, then <a href="https://www.olli.udel.edu/">OLLI</a> classes or steer clear of kitchen until noon. Dessert next, as this keeps all day, and there will be competition for the oven later with the kugel, chicken, and challah. The afternoon anticipates a completion time. Salads keep, so that gets made while other things cook. A vegetable, other than roast beets, takes minutes. When I get home from class, I punch down the dough, take a small ceremonial challah portion, braid two loaves and let them rise for about 45 minutes, then into the oven. And assemble the kugel, chop what is needed for the soup, cut the salad ingredients, and prepare the chicken for either oven or stovetop.</div><div><br /></div><div>All made about an hour before invitation time. Set table to look like shabbos. Clean table cloth. Kiddush cups, stemmed wine cups, five piece utensils at each plate, cloth napkins. Challah board with cover, sterling challah knife obtained years ago from a Hasidic shop on an infrequent visit to my hometown. Usually four places, occasionally one or two more. Always ample food. And all served in dishes intended for serving. A Challah tray with dedicated cover, soup in a white porcelain tureen, kugel unmolded onto a plate as is cake, entrée and vegetable on a platter. A hint of elegance that people would not otherwise do for themselves.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's an effort. A protracted effort. A gratifying effort. It taps my imagination. It exercises my executive skills: planning, organizing, following through on individual steps, coordinating competing uses for oven, stovetop, and appliances, acquisition of ingredients, selecting utensils. It challenges my energy. In the end, it alleviates some of my post-retirement loneliness. People come for conversation and enjoyment. My efforts fulfill that.</div><p></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-14945007556246508792024-02-18T09:09:00.000-05:002024-02-18T09:09:09.466-05:00Blocks of Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgptj1Fimqi4G57dwstovurfXuC8GsjUt7PY61pXP5DLVjqjNLYUxl42WB9H3oTStUR4RRqFbArszl_0Yi_wDX-795Kndr2GagGC4BlfXnfs5dQNRzq6n_gYzmwpFsHt7Vz5_ecDYCyuQicJ9XWpxX3QaEYFEbDKmnNlH--Skq9WZEOf_bI53XEXoOhVaY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="159" data-original-width="318" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgptj1Fimqi4G57dwstovurfXuC8GsjUt7PY61pXP5DLVjqjNLYUxl42WB9H3oTStUR4RRqFbArszl_0Yi_wDX-795Kndr2GagGC4BlfXnfs5dQNRzq6n_gYzmwpFsHt7Vz5_ecDYCyuQicJ9XWpxX3QaEYFEbDKmnNlH--Skq9WZEOf_bI53XEXoOhVaY" width="320" /></a></div><br />What might I be doing right now? And for how long before something gives? That might be attention span if I am reading, legs if I am exercising, competition from something else that I should be doing or might prefer to do. <div><br /></div><div>If I not only commit myself to rising from bed at 7AM and not return to bed until 10PM, but really keep those hours, there should be more than enough hours to complete all but one of my <a href="https://www.mindtools.com/a4wo118/smart-goals">SMART</a> goals for this semi-annual project cycle. My Space should sparkle. Closets should serve their optimal purposes. I can write and submit for others to read what my mind processes. I can entertain guests. Reading quotas can get done. Fifteen hours every day should enable that.</div><div><br /></div><div>It once did. Except it is not really fifteen hours of focus on the twelve initiatives. It is a measure of fatigue that arises before 10PM. If I want to work on something at a coffee shop, I need to get there and back and order the coffee. None of my twelve SMART goals other than some travel destinations really require me to leave my house. But I do leave my house, as my car is my freedom. None of the twelve projects make any significant progress while I am in transit.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead, I think a better approach would be to allocate specific blocks of those fifteen daily hours, with priority going to the ones I will make excuses not to do, primarily matching the contents of my mind and imagination with my keyboard sessions. Or my efforts to upgrade my house or my relationships with a timer.</div><div><br /></div><div>And start today.</div>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-63900022119209291562024-02-14T16:02:00.001-05:002024-02-14T16:02:17.080-05:00Valentine's Dinner<p>My half anniversary falls on Valentine's Day. I've always treated it as a special day, despite who it is named after. Its foundation is universal.</p><p>I make a special dinner. Never go out. This is my time to do something special for my wife. There is always a card, sometimes with a cat theme, sometimes one discounted of little special meaning. I buy wine for dinner, this year a Spanish red. Menu planning starts a week or two in advance. Some years milchig, which affords me flexibility with dessert. My wife would choose tiramisu, but commercial kosher tiramisu can be hard to find. For some reason, lady fingers rarely have kosher certification so I would have to make my own. Mascarpone cheese does carry a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hechsher">hechsher</a>. I have tried to make it, but this is one of those efforts where the commercial sources have a big advantage over the home baker. This year, I made fleishig. Honeycake for dessert, a simple recipe. I had three mostly used plastic jars of crystallized honey which I gently simmered until I could pour it. The total came just shy of what the recipe called for so I topped it off. Honeycake can have all sorts of additives: raisins and nuts are the most common. I used chopped walnuts. And the spices vary a lot. Some have orange in the form of juice or zest. Mine uses coffee, freshly brewed in my fleishig cone.</p><p>I found a vegan vegetable soup recipe worth trying. Chopped vegetables. sauté some. Add others. Will use bullion instead of broth. It gets an immersion blender session. Had some coconut milk that I can add. Not much in the way of spices, though. Had a corned beef in a vacuum package that's been in the freezer forever. I thought it was precooked, so all I had to do was steam the slices. Not so. It is raw corned beef. I've made my own from flat brisket and curing salt many times. At the end it gets boiled a few hours in a pot with an onion, carrot, celery, and some peppercorns. I have sourdough bread and pita. Roasting a beet is easy. It takes about an hour and a half. And since I found kasha on sale, I'll make <a href="https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1015727-kasha-varnishkes">kasha varnishkes</a>. Making it takes a few steps: coating the grains with an egg, then cooking the egg, boiling seasoned water to which the coated grains are added, sautéing half an onion to add at the end, boiling a handful of bow tie pasta to add at the end. Only the beet requires an oven, but I may have to juggle some stove burners. Or cook things in shifts. </p><p>In the end, it's one of those days when my organizing skills get challenged to the joy of somebody else.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis51ODSVdcJVQfHRPq7zPoBUOk09V1Dam3dV5QQpx4miVHzuVEw4EeCUal7mzrxtawQ0435sYSqyLj5q50JpzQ4nZGdhg2yNtm3V2SIadrM15LH6S9BkprpFsw1S0m_9yk0c0NZL3ea9udCmmy1c_ylbh41TEl90wHI_WKvA5K_8sXGItX41IO7CrzBmk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEis51ODSVdcJVQfHRPq7zPoBUOk09V1Dam3dV5QQpx4miVHzuVEw4EeCUal7mzrxtawQ0435sYSqyLj5q50JpzQ4nZGdhg2yNtm3V2SIadrM15LH6S9BkprpFsw1S0m_9yk0c0NZL3ea9udCmmy1c_ylbh41TEl90wHI_WKvA5K_8sXGItX41IO7CrzBmk" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-18429775741165244522024-02-13T07:27:00.000-05:002024-02-13T07:27:06.966-05:00Inclement Weather<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisWFRvNcBVS44tceasmXl6GWF_buC59KlCFDR0W5dy7YvRsEfRjOxUP7BYBEIFTkxh-WE-WFq_9NsSPiNPEE4YSCxZbfv727TcQSXng4LmVthbmXCyuOEQxfAqdXrjNm8B-As1wdRKVrlY2p6F4Dl5Xg6mf99i8f8-zMADghknKiNDM1heP-F1LfMFghU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="268" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisWFRvNcBVS44tceasmXl6GWF_buC59KlCFDR0W5dy7YvRsEfRjOxUP7BYBEIFTkxh-WE-WFq_9NsSPiNPEE4YSCxZbfv727TcQSXng4LmVthbmXCyuOEQxfAqdXrjNm8B-As1wdRKVrlY2p6F4Dl5Xg6mf99i8f8-zMADghknKiNDM1heP-F1LfMFghU" width="320" /></a></div><br />My area is part of a storm sandwich. Schools closed, or at least officials very concerned to the south. Closures already announced to the north and real concern along the coastal cities to the northeast. I never revived my snow blower, hand shoveling two minor accumulations last month. And this time I can expect a lot of rain, or so the official prediction. I looked out the window, however, to find a coating of snow. Not a lot, but more than the zero the weather radar anticipated. I've not heard from <a href="https://www.olli.udel.edu/">OLLI</a>. It must be a dilemma for them, as they function on-site in three locations, all part of that sandwich pattern, and conduct a lot of remote courses. And the people who attend, and teach, are all seniors, some with mobility or steadiness concerns. Parking lots need to be cleared, surfaces coated to make them less slippery irrespective of the accumulation. The campus has an enormous number of handicap designated parking spaces to reflect the needs of those in attendance. The main parking lot requires a minor uphill walk to get to the classes and the secondary lot a longer, steeper return from classes. It makes for a difficult decision by the people who run the place. No word yet. <p></p><p>It's a treadmill day. One with the time shifted earlier to allow me to make it to my 9AM class. I will exercise like I need to, then reassess this morning's travel.</p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-16908077762753489522024-02-11T11:16:00.000-05:002024-02-11T11:16:01.073-05:00New Schedule<p>First week of this semester's <a href="https://www.olli.udel.edu/">Osher Institute</a>. Have been off about 7 weeks. Previous semester only one in-person 9AM class. I requested seven classes this semester, all 7 first half, 5 second half. Despite overwhelming registration, the computer algorithm found a place for me in all seven. And six meet in person. Every day except Wednesday, I have a 9AM on-site starting time. On Thursday afternoon I have a gap followed by a second class from 12:45 to 2PM the first five weeks. That makes for some adaptations on my part. Allowing for traffic, the drive in each direction plus parking and walking to the entrance comes to about 25 minutes, so it does not pay to add another full round trip between classes on Thursdays. And my scheduled exercise times run 8:15-8:45 two days of three.</p><p>Some decisions needed to be made. I moved exercise to 7:35 on the scheduled mornings of 9AM classes. Did that on Monday and Thursday, cutting speed and duration a little on Monday, keeping speed but cutting three minutes of duration on Thursday. I performed adequately, but definitely not my customary rhythm. It made my legs sore. It made me eager for an afternoon snooze that morning coffee could not offset. And it put me to bed earlier than <a href="https://www.sleepfoundation.org/sleep-hygiene">Sleep Hygiene </a>standards would recommend.</p><p>And there are nutritional concerns. While off, I made myself coffee in the Keurig machine each morning, took my morning pills, typed on the computer, made some more coffee, made a calorie decision on the second trip downstairs. With 9AM classes, the second trip downstairs is out the door. Some quick first downstairs initiatives still squeeze in easily. Water plants on Tuesdays and Fridays, retrieve the newspaper from the end of the driveway, finish as many dishes as will fit in the rack. Then bring coffee upstairs. The treadmill days impose an uncomfortable deadline. If I start the session at 7:35 or so, I can go back upstairs in time to get dressed for class, then make a second cup of coffee in a travel mug to sip during my first class.</p><p>On Thursdays, I also need to make lunch, as I am on site from arrival a little before 9 until just after 2PM. Sandwich, some vegetables, a dessert of some type, an herb tea bag. The University contracted with a caterer to sell lunch. While I think it is important that those in attendance support the project, my kosher limitations and the prices of what I am willing to eat are sufficient deterrents. I found a backpack from a previous <a href="https://www.endocrine.org/">Endocrine Society</a> Annual Meeting that accommodates my plastic writing portfolio, laptop, earphones, a pocket for a tape recorder, and an insulated lunch kit, while I carry the insulated mug separately to sip coffee in the morning. </p><p>A week's experience with this has created a needed learning curve. Morning adaptations seem about right, but I pay a price in fatigue and productivity by late afternoon. I am optimistic that this is ordinary adaptation, much like would happen at the end of intercession or on returning from a two-week work vacation in the past. I need to be a more rigid at not taking advantage of the proximity of my bed when I am tired. I have a recliner in My Space. And I need to use a timer to keep me on focus for projects that I undertake despite fatigue. Things seem to fall into place when I do.</p><p>There is a one week spring intercession after six weeks of classes. I have some travel plans that also entail some morning attention to exercise and nutrition, with some recreation thrown in. It would help to have this guided by a successfully implemented class schedule that can continue during vacation and resume seamlessly when classes resume the following week.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9nX_kIH8yt1-qSd_MpQiF_lToz1OCiyiZZEyRlUF4aR6_4ko0LzjDa4aUSW3gVj5iLihA999WLNCKtJa6qUun0OK6Ml1SWy3kka3ba_jECiKJvZHo4rN9aY_iyZHWf7eqsuv3fjIX19DdbssCffiZQGXQo3ekTZ_--qEMtWbgk7a3jV31Pe7jQqwCfmE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="252" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9nX_kIH8yt1-qSd_MpQiF_lToz1OCiyiZZEyRlUF4aR6_4ko0LzjDa4aUSW3gVj5iLihA999WLNCKtJa6qUun0OK6Ml1SWy3kka3ba_jECiKJvZHo4rN9aY_iyZHWf7eqsuv3fjIX19DdbssCffiZQGXQo3ekTZ_--qEMtWbgk7a3jV31Pe7jQqwCfmE" width="302" /></a></div><br /><p></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-31764676977241772082024-02-05T14:49:00.000-05:002024-02-05T14:49:00.306-05:00Redirecting<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5VJkwwNS2vkeomOA-63JLAL1vY5UZuFUzMYxbrOVL95YxZ4jT4cwie7uEpO6fThY2U0LbIh1lgQGNe1BZ_ou4u0f-DWYydMYpPc6GXvVdeZUbLa1bdr4LWeXofRLHc1f2hNRlvI3hfTb8_UuncGc9k8V9AOuU3WezrOo-nMiZ5i-LRjoXUtbnc83N27c" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5VJkwwNS2vkeomOA-63JLAL1vY5UZuFUzMYxbrOVL95YxZ4jT4cwie7uEpO6fThY2U0LbIh1lgQGNe1BZ_ou4u0f-DWYydMYpPc6GXvVdeZUbLa1bdr4LWeXofRLHc1f2hNRlvI3hfTb8_UuncGc9k8V9AOuU3WezrOo-nMiZ5i-LRjoXUtbnc83N27c" width="240" /></a></div><br />In anticipation of my monthly meeting of my Representative District's monthly Committee Meeting, I sent the chairman a message of withdrawal. The activity wasn't me, it never achieved what I hoped it would.<p></p><p>My involvement began with a different district whose activities I greatly enjoyed being a part of. I got to meet my legislative representatives, finding each thoughtful and personable. When I commented to them, they commented back. Scheduled meetings were electronic, as the pandemic was still in its active stage, but with precautions, we were able to meet in person on occasion in a reception type setting. And the officials were always there. They were invariably gregarious in their own ways, interactive with me. I got to chat with other members of the group, finding out a little about them. Nobody gathered to pitch their personal agendas.</p><p>Our Constitution requires a formal census every ten years, which has become the Zero Year of each decade. So in 2020, the inhabitants of America were counted with reasonable accuracy given the enormity of the project. People were assigned to their categories, primarily by principal residence. From that, our state legislators created new districts for US Congress and state legislators. My district's boundaries were shifted in the process. That delightful man who displaced my own personal friend in the last primary would no longer be my state representative but the state senator would continue. Party Committees were by representative district. The path of least resistance would be to shift my neighborhood's committee representatives to the district of their new representative. Nobody contested my seat, making me a presence on Zoom the first Monday night of each month when the Committee met. A year or so later, I had occasion to meet a few at a backyard reception that one of the other people also displaced from my committee hosted, but it wasn't the same as the gatherings of our prior district. No elected officials. No restriction of guests to Committee members and their households. There were some interesting people, most notable to me, a teenager doing her <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mormon_missionary">Mormon missionary</a> assignment. She told me a bit about what they do and how they do it.</p><p>The Zoom sessions, however, lacked anything creative and next to nothing interactive, until the end. Our state rep, around whom the committee was created, appeared on Zoom one time to defend votes he had taken that his district's voters would likely disapprove. This district spans two senatorial districts. The Senator from the other district attended a few times. I found her capable and likable. My Senator, who I already knew was even more capable, came only one time, and that at my suggestion to the Chair that she be invited, as the majority of our Representative District is in her Senatorial District. We had some statewide elected officials take their turn. The State Treasurer made the best impression. The Attorney General I'd wonder about. And the County Rep came regularly to update us on things that, if they matter at all, never really change from one monthly Zoom screen to the next. And I got placed on a phone squad, where I lasted ten minutes of my two hour assignment.</p><p>Eventually, as we begin a year with real primaries, two guys on Zoom basically tanked any interest I had on staying on. A newcomer, a progressive, the kind that made the other party have a real chance at taking over as an enduring national majority, submitted a resolution asking our Representative Committee to endorse his resolution sponsored by a Rep. I politically abhor, one sponsored by scripted anti-Semites know as <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Squad_(United_States_Congress)">The Squad</a>, that we as a Committee call for a cease fire in Gaza whose militants thought it would bring them cheer and <a href="https://www.oxfordreference.com/display/10.1093/oi/authority.20110803100031531#:~:text=Quick%20Reference,Subjects%3A%20Religion">kavod</a> to massacre whoever they could bring into their path. Despite the large number of Israelis killed, I did not personally know any of them, but I do personally know citizens called up abruptly by the <a href="https://www.idf.il/en/">Israeli Defense Forces</a> to show that raids of this type will have some very negative consequences. And I did know personally the Doctor killed in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pittsburgh_synagogue_shooting">Pittsburgh synagogue massacre</a>. Expressions of any type that we can intimidate Jews with anticipation of violence against them is not at all OK. It is transformative. <a href="https://www.pbs.org/arguing/nyintellectuals_krystol_2.html">Irving Kristol</a>, a convert from New Deal and 1950s Democrat to the forefront of neo-conservatism, once quipped that a neocon was a liberal who had been mugged by reality. I became an <a href="https://sapirjournal.org/war-in-israel/2023/11/jewish-community-relations-and-the-october-8th-jew/">October 8</a> Democrat, fully in conformity with all of my statewide officials and the President, who I met many times as Senator. Policy is run by our elected officials and the experts they appoint. Our own Washington contingent did not sign on with this. It is just not a Committee agenda item. Moreover, Tel Aviv and my Representative District are pretty nice places for people to live. North St. Louis, the district of this guy's legislative hero, a district adjacent to one where I, and a generation later my son, once lived, and Gaza are not. Neither has the kind of diligent, tolerant, productive community that our Committee should identify with and preserve. Too many casualties in Gaza, agreed, but a predictable consequence of the leadership. And North St. Louis could use its own cease-fire, the gun violence center that has decimated the city where I once lived. And as I discuss my views and my experience on this, it is clear that he and his supporter have zippo knowledge of history, zippo appreciation of who his preferred legislator actually is, and zippo appreciation of what our Committee's purpose is.</p><p>I'm still a Democrat, though an October 8 Jewish democrat whose synagogue now has a police officer in a marked city police van situated in the parking lot to chase these guys away when they come by. The prominent neocons of public stature are no longer Democrats, but still decent people who keep their distance from the MAGA rot that we see on TV. But the Democrats have their own rot, and I saw some of it at my committee, though not by men of the neocon's intellect. </p><p>George Packer of <i>The Atlantic</i> divided the American electorate into quadrants. Voting Republican: Free America, those libertarians who want less regulation, and Real America, those working people who should be democrats, and maybe once were, flipped to the GOP as their livelihoods were made less secure by people who wore ties to work who gave too much of the rewards of their labor to people of entitlement who didn't work. And on my side, the Democrats. Smart America, which is me and the statewide officials in my state, indeed my part of America. We live in places like I live, or in a nice place in Paris, Vancouver, or Jerusalem if we ever decided we wanted to live someplace else. We spent our time with our homework, took our lumps with equanimity, went to college, got experiences living with people we didn't like, so as doctors and lawyers we understood that we had a certain amount of obligation to people who annoyed us. We are probably the last of those four quadrants not intent on squashing our enemies, let alone being the slave to our enemy who forces a response. We have it good, and would like people who don't have it as well to have their chance to elevate their own position. In that sense, we may be the last descendants of FDR, or maybe even Henry Ford, who made his fortune by also wanting everyone to have their chance at a consumer upgrade. That's a long way from Gaza or North St. Louis. The final quadrant also votes Democratic, is and should be represented on our Committee and in our legislators. Packer labels them Just America. No question, there are people who struggle as much as because of who they are as because of their own choices when their opportunities come and go. But resentment dominates over correction. That is where the two Democratic quadrants separate. Their enemy is anyone to be blamed for their circumstances and the response is a Gazan response, get even with all those people who made Tel Aviv or Beverly Hills sparkle because they left me out. </p><p>The Jewish lens on this, and at one time the Democratic Party lens was very different. At the end of our Sabbath morning prayers, there is a short section that does a play on words of the Hebrew Text. <i>Al tikrah banaich ela bonaich</i>. Don't read it as your Sons but as your Builders. It is the builders who create peace. Smart America and Free America, though we vote differently, are your builders. Between these groups we generate philanthropy for all to benefit, create commerce, advance science, derive benefit from the educational options available to us, enable communication and travel. It is the world we aspire to. While war is destructive, it is probably subordinate to aggression as the uppermost evil. And impeding a response to aggression, to say nothing of celebrating it, diminishes the world.</p><p>And groups really do flip. When I lived in St. Louis, the Speaker of the State House, a Democrat, lived across the street from me. Their legislature will never be Democratic again in my actuarial lifetime. My Congressman was a Democrat as was one Senator and not long after my departure a Governor. That entire state has flipped. So has my current one, though in the other direction. We had one or more statewide elected Republican officials just a few years ago. I do not anticipate that happening again. Working people, that Real America, changed parties. Might we Jews, over-represented as elected officials of the Democratic Party across America, also migrate to a different part of the ballot. A couple of state would certainly notice if that were to become a reality. And as I address these Progressive ideologues of my own Committee, I can see some very honorable Jewish people concluding that they need to escape them.</p><p>So my role on my Committee. I live in a good place that elects good people. Not MAGAs. Not anti-Semites. Not people who use their elected office to intimidate but to address challenges. Some of them seek a new office with more responsibility this year. They are the people who share my fondness for advancing people. It makes much more sense to me to pick one or two of the several who have convinced me of their worthiness and join their team to reinforce the decency that the majority of our voters value. It will take more effort than showing up on Zoom the first Monday evening of each month, but I anticipate the effort a good deal more satisfying than trying to sidestep or placate, or maybe even respect, alliances of convenience whose views reverse decency in some way.</p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-5545438489562999112024-01-31T07:37:00.001-05:002024-01-31T07:37:13.573-05:00Finding Stuff<p>Tackling some big stuff. Making My Space into my Man Cave. Clearing my closets. Making my kitchen the place that gives me joy. Progress with all three. It's unfathomable that when I moved into my house it had no stuff other than the stove required by law. And when I eventually have to vacate it at end of life, somebody will have to divest of what has accumulated. They need a head start. </p><p>My mind is one that automatically sorts things. Professionally, I would look at all the X-Rays, then create a block of time for consults, then another block of time to dictate reports. Conceptual boxes. In my physical spaces, I have real boxes. As I took stuff off the floor to make My Space functional, I took mostly medium-sized cartons and sorted. Not always in the wisest way. Stuff suitable for desk work, irrespective of whether I might ever use these things, tools, bolts, stuff belonging to my wife, stuff belonging to my son. I did similar in the bedroom. A box for things that are mine, another for my wife, another for grooming things, another for health. Then subcategories, which I did in My Space this week, mostly in sandwich or snack bags with resealable tops. I had forgotten having once done this in the bedroom until I entered a box and found a plastic bag with pocket knives, another with combs. As I go through My Space, I find similar treasures. Things for sewing belong in the very functional three tiered sewing box I keep in the bedroom. I found lint brushes. More combs. Stuff suitable for storage in one of my three travel kits. I dedicated a box for stamps and post cards. Another for rocks harvested at a variety of vacation sites. More unused loose leafs than will fit into boxes. And I have ample clear plastic bags, some large that once contained comforters or curtains, others smaller but still with snaps or zippers. And cloth bags of all types, some of felt that housed jewelry, some canvas totes in a variety of sizes. Harvested three more unused marble notebooks, probably costing 50 cents each at back to school sales, and packets of loose-leaf paper still in their plastic wrappers.</p><p>I had the wisdom to start with the closets, a few years ago for My Space, this past month for the bedroom. So as I place things in boxes or clear plastic bags, all labelled, they can be assigned a rational place. Some stuff belongs in a different room. I think the basement is the best repository, at least for tools and hardware.</p><p>As I do this sorting, I set a timer, typically an hour, but rarely last more than half that at a single session. My ability to sort seems saturable. And floor space is at a premium, despite the intent of maximizing it. But slow and steady eventually transforms from progress to completion.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijlf5suOhj8YGbwz5Gr98wMymhjC78t66g7hGBgMDTh8ox8RViqnlQQux4tVKoAhNISLpAERhggEA42a0NcFyOJhqipdAVAEsY45d2KrfYJeWwt4i33hGXVmXBhX8LS_twDHcf725XyG5yUo9gMBJsyif8k44DgvpX3HV8G7kpQMI_MA8Ec3ShnBp1YJY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijlf5suOhj8YGbwz5Gr98wMymhjC78t66g7hGBgMDTh8ox8RViqnlQQux4tVKoAhNISLpAERhggEA42a0NcFyOJhqipdAVAEsY45d2KrfYJeWwt4i33hGXVmXBhX8LS_twDHcf725XyG5yUo9gMBJsyif8k44DgvpX3HV8G7kpQMI_MA8Ec3ShnBp1YJY" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-49863051784616071652024-01-29T08:40:00.001-05:002024-01-29T08:40:36.191-05:00Stuff We Should Eat<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKAJ8SCsF5jAP3heykD_HzB0XtLm7AYltcfYrE-e2V6H9Kn4Pce3TsHutN2zMZA-jrdMMAllxiRREamyPRx33fRGw9vGayqsIrCn1kpcdB36p56UfdX3qJrOaqElbihTSn0kTQPrBndFCSPiZCevlxcTACazyfrjI5h8zdgfjoM25C-0wdAei_dWxy3lo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKAJ8SCsF5jAP3heykD_HzB0XtLm7AYltcfYrE-e2V6H9Kn4Pce3TsHutN2zMZA-jrdMMAllxiRREamyPRx33fRGw9vGayqsIrCn1kpcdB36p56UfdX3qJrOaqElbihTSn0kTQPrBndFCSPiZCevlxcTACazyfrjI5h8zdgfjoM25C-0wdAei_dWxy3lo" width="320" /></a></div><br />Being a physician, now retired, in a specialty that inherits people whose primary doctors could not get them to goal, I acquired both a fondness and respect for what prescription writing could do. And while these medicines extend life, people too often could have avoided some of the diabetic and cardiac problems that they ask their doctors to reverse by eating more selectively. Along with the prescriptions goes some dietary guidance. Unfortunately, diets don't do very well once a chronic illness has been declared, though can delay onset of many conditions that have not yet appeared. Moreover, people do pretty well taking what is prescribed, particularly when a visit to a specialist hints at serious. But what we eat, in a world where <a href="https://www.gs1.org/standards/barcodes/ean-upc">UPC codes</a> offer millions of products, have inputs far stronger than their doctors'. We have preferences established long before we made our own food choices. And food supply in America is really one of those Modern Marvels, employing farmers, chemists who make sure that their company's version has just the right sweetness, merchant marines, and those clever people who have to design the supermarket circular each week based on deals the chain market's purchasing agents are able to secure.<p></p><p>Each Thursday, a small collection of grocery circulars arrives in the mail. I extract the one from my preferred megamart, the one with a Kosher meat section and nearly all products that could be Kosher containing a certification mark. Then by the following Monday, I have poured over each column of each page, with a note pad and pen to my right. On the front of the pad, I write down what I must get, either because I know my current supply needs replenishing, or because the ad has something that I will use during the coming week. On the reverse side of the pad's page, a much longer list is generated. It contains items so alluring that I must consider them irrespective of need. Perhaps a discount on something I will eventually use. Perhaps I can use that discount as a starter to make something a little different than originally planned. Then on Sunday, I load the digital coupons and cut with scissors those usually very significant price reduction coupons that prove to the grocery's big honchos that you really read the flyer they paid through the nose to have the <a href="https://www.usps.com/">USPS</a> deliver to every household.</p><p>Enticing people to shop there instead of someplace else as gotten ever more sophisticated. So it came as a bit of a surprise last week when the marketers threw me and everyone else a bit of a curveball. Instead of the big price reductions assigned to stuff that people gravitate to, those processed foods that people overeat, then try to hide from their medical provider at the next visit, this week's ad contained all those things on the medical preferred eat list. Produce of all types: apples, pears, cantaloupe, mushrooms, Roma tomatoes, baby carrots. Frozen vegetables, the perfect kind for small households like mine. Several species of fish, now flash frozen at the time of harvest, either from a farm or at sea. Yogurts. Some meat substitutes. Bottled water and seltzer. More importantly, the snack foods, soda, sugar, flour, even coffee, frozen pizza, those items on the maybe consider avoiding this list were all selling at full price, maybe even significant inflation related increases. And since we have UPC codes, some analyst in a remote location will know quite soon whether people can be prodded to eat in a healthier way by nudges from weekly supermarket advertising.</p><p>Or maybe our candidates from office will hear about this differently. The stuff they really want, those cookies, chips, frozen pizzas now all cost too much. And they want the medical care needed to mitigate damage to cost less too.</p><p>But for me, I now have a little more fresh produce on my menu than I might have otherwise had, while those temptations for gluttonous after supper goodies that may as well be served in a feed bag, designed by expert processors who know our desire for these has no limits, have at least a week's deferral from my cart.</p><p><br /></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4717704570892498621.post-30019758834821616602024-01-25T21:40:00.000-05:002024-01-25T21:40:24.992-05:00Doing the Noodgies<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwyU8CojLh2zArY1pQti_cjaQ2y0tQ3ubzr4dyMcaX_uriTgWLct3czkzzEoLZqEx5fMzNFBxq_rArAINNJk2eOP52I9Il4ylDnBRx6ZmEOvkktZEkEXMnGFtGMCP-CX37sQjgR7oCW0SOMhOTVzxrUUQ4VLJhyVTYP2FxdIHQ0hBoyMwN7Rs7Y9MkUlk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="225" data-original-width="225" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwyU8CojLh2zArY1pQti_cjaQ2y0tQ3ubzr4dyMcaX_uriTgWLct3czkzzEoLZqEx5fMzNFBxq_rArAINNJk2eOP52I9Il4ylDnBRx6ZmEOvkktZEkEXMnGFtGMCP-CX37sQjgR7oCW0SOMhOTVzxrUUQ4VLJhyVTYP2FxdIHQ0hBoyMwN7Rs7Y9MkUlk" width="240" /></a></div><br />My Daily Task List has its share of items that repeat, even some that reflect Semi-Annual projects. There is always an excuse to put certain things off, that evil of procrastination. I'm not lazy, nor are most people who keep deferring what they ought to be doing. Sometimes these postponed activities really are less important than the ones actively pursued. Often they have no deadline beyond what is self-imposed. Invariably there is no immediate adverse consequence to neglecting them. And sometimes they are ignored for the right reason, as in not really part of essential personal objectives. Whatever the reason, legit, psychological, laziness, these tasks never really exit the Daily Task List, which functions in the manner of a Roach Motel, checking in but never checking out. They are often noodgie things, stuff that will bring satisfaction, sometimes even important, but often tedious to do. And sometimes there is a fear, mostly legit, of what will be disclosed once pursued.<p></p><p>Because of this, I designated today to tackle those repetitive items on my Daily Task List that have long overstayed their welcome.</p><p>As usual, I created this day's list from my weekly objectives, which are the action elements of my Semi-Annual personal goals. I then circled in red, the items which had been neglected too long.</p><p></p><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Read a news article clipped from the paper but not read for weeks since its publication.</li><li>Submit an op-ed I had written a few weeks ago which depended on my understanding that article.</li><li>A Committee that I recently joined asked me to do something.</li><li>I've not opened the Recreation Case that I created months ago. It's a canvas attaché where I keep art and drawing supplies mostly.</li><li>Spend an evening with my wife.</li><li>Track down my aging step-mother, my father's widow, who had some phone number changes.</li><li>Speak to my attorney on a lingering matter.</li><li>Outline the novel that will make me famous, or maybe the subject should be its non-fiction theme.</li><li>Start writing a paragraph or two to confirm I am serious about authoring an 80K word work.</li><li>Decide what car repairs should be done soon and which can wait.</li><li>Get my snowblower functional before the next coating, on a day unseasonably warm but damp.</li></ol><div>Each item on my list for weeks, some longer. Each repetitively pre-empted by something else for the right reason, or my psyche imposing avoidance for the wrong reason.</div><div><br /></div><div>So how'd I do?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Read the article. Even tried to nominate the article for a local reporting Pulitzer. Deadline for nomination tonight. I did not know how to use the form and really didn't want to pay the $75 submission form, so I wrote to the newspaper's editor and asked him to consider dealing with the Pulitzer possibility.<br /><br />Deferred submitting op-ed to next week, to see if the editor-in-chief responds to me first.<br /><br />Probably better to do the committee work when I go on site in two weeks.<br /><br />Drew a pear with my drawing pencil.<br /><br />Wife time after supper<br /><br />Stepmother tomorrow. Found the most recent phone numbers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Spoke to attorney for 20 minutes. He reassured my worst fears.<br /><br />Started the novel outline but spent less time on it than allotted by my timer.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So not a bad effort considering these are the things I have avoided the most. And I still had some time for reading the things I read each day, posting on restricted social media, reconnecting with a friend or two, taking care of a bank errand, slicing the cantaloupe I bought yesterday, doing the scheduled treadmill and stretch, going out for coffee, reviewing some commentaries on the upcoming Torah portion. <br /><br />Write when my outline is further along.<br /><br />Chose the repairs. Schedule them tomorrow<br /><br />Too damp for snowblower repair, which needs to take place outside.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There will always be projects that for the right or wrong reasons, I just don't care to do. But I did a lot of them by assigning a day, and even designated times within the day to set aside the more attractive efforts to place some of the others as rediscovered. There is something very gratifying to do some of these things, even when their appearance on successive Daily Task Lists drags indefinitely. And the stuff that I usually gravitate to, those Semi-Annual initiatives, did not get seriously neglected from a one day diverted effort. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><p></p>furrydochttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14556282999141152154noreply@blogger.com0