This evening I ventured out of the house with three children in tow to frequent the pool the family is a member of. After a couple of hours enjoying playing in the pool, we returned home. Listening to the conversation of three children was quite interesting on the return home. My children were recounting tales of pets and their adventures, but what caught me off guard was that these were not pets they had known. They were pets my mother had at my birth or growing up. The stories were ones I heard growing up, and now my children are hearing them as they grow up.
In an age where antiquated yearbooks (bound pages with photos) that are declining because of instant access to real-time status updates thanks to things like Facebook, it's refreshing to see that oral histories are still alive and well. I am thankful that children love riding in the car with my mother and request to hear her stories. I recall sitting at my own paternal grandmother's feet as a young boy, and regaling in the stories of the exploits of my own father as a young boy and of my grandmother's plight as a young woman in the Army. To hear my own children speak of these stories as if they were there is simply mind blowing. It warms my heart to know that this oral tradition is being past to the next generation and I look forward to the opportunity to share in this tradition with my own grandchildren some day.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Value to the Conversation
Several weeks ago I was attending a conference, when I approached a colleague who was very excited about how our conference was generating chatter on twitter. To be specific, it was described to me as "tweeting it up". Curious, I inquired for more information, and received a three minute tutorial about twitter, hash tags, etc.
A week later I joined the social network of twitter, and began exploring the nuances of tweeting. I searched various events I'd attended in the previous months, and was interested in the comments offered on twitter users. I then began the process of following folks I was familiar with to observe how they were utilizing this tool. In my research, I quickly learned that some folks use twitter as a bull horn to broadcast what they are doing, thinking, etc regardless of who is listening. Others on the other hand, leverage the tweets as a tool to share web resources they've come across.
Over the course of these weeks, I've come to the conclusion that like many aspects of conversations and social interactions, regardless of the communication vehicle, the real question is whether you are bringing value to the conversation. So how do you bring value to the a conversation in a limited amount of characters and limited context? One way is to establish context, which is where hash tags come in. At a recent industry trade show, I participated with several other twitter users in commenting on presentations and the exhibit hall, and tagged the tweets with trade show name. I arrived at the trade show a day and half late, and actually utilized twitter to follow (by searching twitter for the hash tag of the event) the proceedings before I arrived as a means to establish context for what was going on. On days that I'm not attending a conference, trade show, etc, I attempt to find articles, blog posts, etc that I find interesting and offer links this information.
Is it valuable? If you compare it to some of the posts I've seen I consider valuable. A link to an videos from the ABC late night show Nightline on a debate of Hell I believe is more valuable than a post about someone leaving Dallas to drive back home. Of course there is an argument that value like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
A week later I joined the social network of twitter, and began exploring the nuances of tweeting. I searched various events I'd attended in the previous months, and was interested in the comments offered on twitter users. I then began the process of following folks I was familiar with to observe how they were utilizing this tool. In my research, I quickly learned that some folks use twitter as a bull horn to broadcast what they are doing, thinking, etc regardless of who is listening. Others on the other hand, leverage the tweets as a tool to share web resources they've come across.
Over the course of these weeks, I've come to the conclusion that like many aspects of conversations and social interactions, regardless of the communication vehicle, the real question is whether you are bringing value to the conversation. So how do you bring value to the a conversation in a limited amount of characters and limited context? One way is to establish context, which is where hash tags come in. At a recent industry trade show, I participated with several other twitter users in commenting on presentations and the exhibit hall, and tagged the tweets with trade show name. I arrived at the trade show a day and half late, and actually utilized twitter to follow (by searching twitter for the hash tag of the event) the proceedings before I arrived as a means to establish context for what was going on. On days that I'm not attending a conference, trade show, etc, I attempt to find articles, blog posts, etc that I find interesting and offer links this information.
Is it valuable? If you compare it to some of the posts I've seen I consider valuable. A link to an videos from the ABC late night show Nightline on a debate of Hell I believe is more valuable than a post about someone leaving Dallas to drive back home. Of course there is an argument that value like beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Proud of my Kids
On Wednesdays, my beautiful bride has a weekly meeting as part of one of her three jobs. During the winter, my mother-in-law cares for our youngest during these meetings. However, the in-laws haven't returned from their Colorado summer, so in the mean time, I have the great opportunity to entertain my youngest for a couple of hours each week. During this time, I have my youngest in the office and following me around while I work.
Today we stopped by the office of a co-worker, who just praised my son for his well behavior. With each compliment, I took great pride in my son. He is well behaved, at least most of the time. During our brief couple of hours each week, he rarely complains about the computer work I'm typically involved with or an improptu meeting that erupts in my office. We typically share a sandwich and chips, and he takes great pride in walking up the stairs to choose a drink during his stay.
Obviously some credit is awarded to me for my son's behavior. While I do believe I have some influence, I extend the majority of these accolades to my lovely wife. For the better part of each day, she is the model my children observe. Her love and care for the children can not be challenged, and I'm honored by how well she has modeled, nurtured, and prepared both our children and me as her husband and their father.
Today we stopped by the office of a co-worker, who just praised my son for his well behavior. With each compliment, I took great pride in my son. He is well behaved, at least most of the time. During our brief couple of hours each week, he rarely complains about the computer work I'm typically involved with or an improptu meeting that erupts in my office. We typically share a sandwich and chips, and he takes great pride in walking up the stairs to choose a drink during his stay.
Obviously some credit is awarded to me for my son's behavior. While I do believe I have some influence, I extend the majority of these accolades to my lovely wife. For the better part of each day, she is the model my children observe. Her love and care for the children can not be challenged, and I'm honored by how well she has modeled, nurtured, and prepared both our children and me as her husband and their father.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
10 Days
During the month of July 2008 I spent just 10 days in the office. A quick glance at the calendar informs us that I was out of the office 54% of the month. This is impressive considering that I typically loose vacation days at the end of the year. It's also a bite awkward given the number of projects on my plate and the deadline for many of these was the first day of August.
While I'd like to say that all these days out were vacation days, one week was actually business related as I attended a conference. None the less, each of the two weeks I was in the office was filled with both catch up work as well as extra work preparing for the weeks that I was out of the office. My recommendation is that if at all possible try to avoid being gone more days than you are in.
While I'd like to say that all these days out were vacation days, one week was actually business related as I attended a conference. None the less, each of the two weeks I was in the office was filled with both catch up work as well as extra work preparing for the weeks that I was out of the office. My recommendation is that if at all possible try to avoid being gone more days than you are in.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Vacation Planning
This next month the family is planning a vacation trip to the mountains. The destination is the in-laws, and the kids are excited. As I've contemplated the lengthy drive, I've been feverishly scanning the web for data on gas prices along the way. Given the poor fuel economy of my bride's mini-van, my calculations has us spending roughly $400 on petro round trip. Staggering is it. My dad called me today and offered his vehicle for the trip, which gets at least 5 miles per gallon better than the "grocery getter" as my sister would refer to it. The question I struggled with was compromising fuel economy for space for the family to spread out. Given the duration of the trip, I opted for the space.
As I placed the vacation notice on the calendaring system at the office, I received a couple of inquiries whether I'd have access to email while I was away. The job has several significant projects in the pipeline, and often my consultation is requested. So I quickly evaluated the cellular coverage at the vacation destination to determine whether I could pull email from the crackberry often attached to my hip. As I surveyed the pixelated coverage map, it occurred to me that if I was checking email, would I really be vacationing. The last time I took the family to the mountains, I was sitting by a private pond when my treo rang. It was the office with a project crisis. For the next fifteen minutes I listened to the complaints being transmitted, and finally offered the observation that I was fishing and couldn't do anything but request the team figure it out. So even if I could receive emails on the crackberry, I'm not certain I should. I should leave the stupid thing at home, however it's my primary cell phone as well.
I hope that I spend more time fishing than responding to emails or gassing up the minivan on this vacation.
As I placed the vacation notice on the calendaring system at the office, I received a couple of inquiries whether I'd have access to email while I was away. The job has several significant projects in the pipeline, and often my consultation is requested. So I quickly evaluated the cellular coverage at the vacation destination to determine whether I could pull email from the crackberry often attached to my hip. As I surveyed the pixelated coverage map, it occurred to me that if I was checking email, would I really be vacationing. The last time I took the family to the mountains, I was sitting by a private pond when my treo rang. It was the office with a project crisis. For the next fifteen minutes I listened to the complaints being transmitted, and finally offered the observation that I was fishing and couldn't do anything but request the team figure it out. So even if I could receive emails on the crackberry, I'm not certain I should. I should leave the stupid thing at home, however it's my primary cell phone as well.
I hope that I spend more time fishing than responding to emails or gassing up the minivan on this vacation.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Digital Singage
Maybe you've come across a television screen mounted in the gas pump with some brief news clips tucked in between commercials about discount drinks or the latest gas treatment that will increase your fuel economy. Perhaps you have been the the mall and noticed that the fab clothing retailer has replaced the mannequins in the windows for large plasma displays highlighting the latest sale. This is just two examples of digital signage, and in 2007 it was reported to be a billion dollar business. Retail, Hospitality, Healthcare, Banking, and Education are all markets that this industry is targeting.
Marketers were once focused on print media as the primary avenue to entice customers to shop their brands, but now there are multiple avenues available to promote, persuade, and engage customers. Digital signage is one such avenue that continues to gain traction. This is evident by the displays that have cropped up at the gas pump, the check counter at the local grocery store, and the front door of meeting spaces. Offering both information and advertisements, these active (and in some cases interactive) signs have become common place.
From a technology standpoint, installing digital signs is the easy part. What most people find difficult is keeping the content fresh and up-to-date. Taking cues from the web media, individuals who have employed digital signs will testify that to ensure you continue to draw attention to these signs you have to keep the content current. If a person believes the information is out of date, they will immediate start to ignore the signs. To this end, content providers have sprung up offering networks and streams with news crawls, commercials, and other type fillers in order to lessen the burden of finding compelling content to fill the 42 inch or greater visual real estate.
While these providers do offer up to the minute elements, the question I submit is whether they detract from the message of the digital sign owner. Does a display detailing the schedule of a facility really need to occupy a display with CNN headlines scrolling at the bottom? Even in your fancier hotel chains, the local weather forecast is still printed each morning and placed in a clear sleeve in the elevators. The information is current and the overhead is small (assuming the hotel doesn't have thirty plus elevators). Sure a digital sign would work in this case, and offer more viewable options than the forecast. If gas pump digital signs weren't around, then we wouldn't have those humorous segments on the Tonight Show featuring the gas pump digital signs at the Burbank Costco.
Marketers were once focused on print media as the primary avenue to entice customers to shop their brands, but now there are multiple avenues available to promote, persuade, and engage customers. Digital signage is one such avenue that continues to gain traction. This is evident by the displays that have cropped up at the gas pump, the check counter at the local grocery store, and the front door of meeting spaces. Offering both information and advertisements, these active (and in some cases interactive) signs have become common place.
From a technology standpoint, installing digital signs is the easy part. What most people find difficult is keeping the content fresh and up-to-date. Taking cues from the web media, individuals who have employed digital signs will testify that to ensure you continue to draw attention to these signs you have to keep the content current. If a person believes the information is out of date, they will immediate start to ignore the signs. To this end, content providers have sprung up offering networks and streams with news crawls, commercials, and other type fillers in order to lessen the burden of finding compelling content to fill the 42 inch or greater visual real estate.
While these providers do offer up to the minute elements, the question I submit is whether they detract from the message of the digital sign owner. Does a display detailing the schedule of a facility really need to occupy a display with CNN headlines scrolling at the bottom? Even in your fancier hotel chains, the local weather forecast is still printed each morning and placed in a clear sleeve in the elevators. The information is current and the overhead is small (assuming the hotel doesn't have thirty plus elevators). Sure a digital sign would work in this case, and offer more viewable options than the forecast. If gas pump digital signs weren't around, then we wouldn't have those humorous segments on the Tonight Show featuring the gas pump digital signs at the Burbank Costco.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Bunko
This evening my wife hosted her Bunko group at our house. As occurs each time my bride hosts Bunko, I exit stage left with the kids in tow to give her full reign for her gathering. However, for the last couple of weeks the entire family has been in Bunko preparation mode.
My lovely bride decided she wanted to have Bunko outside since it's been so nice the last couple of weeks. Mind you, today we knocked at the door of the century mark, but none the less she was convicted to have the group outside for their event. So the family focused on sprucing up the yard. We trimmed bushes, evacuated weeds from the flower beds, laid mulch in various flower beds, edged the lawn, even sprayed some bug repellent over the whole yard. I broke out the clear Christmas lights to created a lighted canopy around a section of the yard to create some ambiance.
My wife and our son made various treats today for the party, and we cleaned the house from head to toe. My middle child questioned all the activity last night when she was instructed to pick up her room. Her rational was that if the party was outdoors, why then did she have to clean her room. Mother's rebuttal was that those destined for the bathroom would have the chance of observing the child's room. Needless to say our middle child was not too happy with this line of thinking, as she complied with the request.
It strikes me as neat how the family pulls together for each other. Although myself and our three little ones did not get the fully enjoy the preparations, we still provided assistance and input. The kids assisted in planting flowers, and ensuring everything was properly arranged. I did my part in mowing the lawn, hanging lights, and even spraying the yard last night at 10pm. All our efforts were afford so that mom could have a successful party. As the last guest left and the last card table was broken down, the smile on my bride's face was payment for all the energies the family had expended. Her pride shown not merely in the visual affects she had so carefully crafted, but I believe it was also in the manner in which the family came together for her benefit.
My lovely bride decided she wanted to have Bunko outside since it's been so nice the last couple of weeks. Mind you, today we knocked at the door of the century mark, but none the less she was convicted to have the group outside for their event. So the family focused on sprucing up the yard. We trimmed bushes, evacuated weeds from the flower beds, laid mulch in various flower beds, edged the lawn, even sprayed some bug repellent over the whole yard. I broke out the clear Christmas lights to created a lighted canopy around a section of the yard to create some ambiance.
My wife and our son made various treats today for the party, and we cleaned the house from head to toe. My middle child questioned all the activity last night when she was instructed to pick up her room. Her rational was that if the party was outdoors, why then did she have to clean her room. Mother's rebuttal was that those destined for the bathroom would have the chance of observing the child's room. Needless to say our middle child was not too happy with this line of thinking, as she complied with the request.
It strikes me as neat how the family pulls together for each other. Although myself and our three little ones did not get the fully enjoy the preparations, we still provided assistance and input. The kids assisted in planting flowers, and ensuring everything was properly arranged. I did my part in mowing the lawn, hanging lights, and even spraying the yard last night at 10pm. All our efforts were afford so that mom could have a successful party. As the last guest left and the last card table was broken down, the smile on my bride's face was payment for all the energies the family had expended. Her pride shown not merely in the visual affects she had so carefully crafted, but I believe it was also in the manner in which the family came together for her benefit.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Establishing Traditions - Camping
Three years ago, my wife and I decided we should take our kids camping. Now I wasn't raised a camper. As I recall my childhood, we only went camping once. I was in cub scouts and the troop I was in had an overnight family camping trip. So the family packed some stuff into our Mercury Monarch, and headed out. The first obstacle we faced was a road that dipped through a stream with about 6 inches of water covering the road. My dad was a bit nervous about this water crossing, although a boy scout who was directing folks into the pasture assured us if we got a running start we could make it across. The second obstacle was that we didn't have a tent. So my mom improvised with a quilt that she hung one side in the doors of the car and staked the other side up with a couple of branches we found. The final obstacle was that the pasture we were camping in had been plowed the season before so, it was bumpy night sleep. Honestly after that adventure, I think my parents swore off camping.
As not to deprive my own children of these childhood memories, my wife and I decided to take the kids camping. We chose the Friday the kids got out of school (late May) and headed out to the nearest state park. Since we were a bite nervous about the trip, we borrowed a pop-up camper from some friends and invited my brother to come with. My brother is a mamologist and had spent many a night under the stars as he trapped small furry animals to study.
So the first year we just spent one night. The nearby state park is actually neat. It has a small pond stocked with sun fish that bite on almost anything, a swimming pool, and plenty of space for kids to walk and ride bikes. In fact on that first visit, a videographer from the State Department of Parks and Wildlife was visiting to shoot video of the park and actually miced up my oldest while we fished. The video actually aired on a short segment carried by television stations state wide.
The second year we tried two new things. First we tried tent camping, thanks to my brother who picked us up a 4 person tent. Second we tried a two night stay. This visit was the first weekend of June, and was great thanks to the pool being opened. Again the kids caught fish, they rode their bikes, and we even ran into our friends with the pop-up who were also there for the weekend.
Well this year marks our third planned visit. We are going to try to coordinate our visit with the friends with the pop-up, and we are going to bring my youngest along as well. Initially we thought about just a one night stay for the youngest, but as chance would have it, my folks will be in Spain that weekend. So the baby boy will be jumping in with both feet for the two night stay.
Honestly, I'm actually looking forward to it. It's become a good tradition to kick off the summer vacation period. We grill out over an open fire, we have a Sunday morning praise time, we fish so that everyone gets to catch a fish. It's a good way to spend the weekend before it gets too hot and before we start the mad dash of summer trips.
As not to deprive my own children of these childhood memories, my wife and I decided to take the kids camping. We chose the Friday the kids got out of school (late May) and headed out to the nearest state park. Since we were a bite nervous about the trip, we borrowed a pop-up camper from some friends and invited my brother to come with. My brother is a mamologist and had spent many a night under the stars as he trapped small furry animals to study.
So the first year we just spent one night. The nearby state park is actually neat. It has a small pond stocked with sun fish that bite on almost anything, a swimming pool, and plenty of space for kids to walk and ride bikes. In fact on that first visit, a videographer from the State Department of Parks and Wildlife was visiting to shoot video of the park and actually miced up my oldest while we fished. The video actually aired on a short segment carried by television stations state wide.
The second year we tried two new things. First we tried tent camping, thanks to my brother who picked us up a 4 person tent. Second we tried a two night stay. This visit was the first weekend of June, and was great thanks to the pool being opened. Again the kids caught fish, they rode their bikes, and we even ran into our friends with the pop-up who were also there for the weekend.
Well this year marks our third planned visit. We are going to try to coordinate our visit with the friends with the pop-up, and we are going to bring my youngest along as well. Initially we thought about just a one night stay for the youngest, but as chance would have it, my folks will be in Spain that weekend. So the baby boy will be jumping in with both feet for the two night stay.
Honestly, I'm actually looking forward to it. It's become a good tradition to kick off the summer vacation period. We grill out over an open fire, we have a Sunday morning praise time, we fish so that everyone gets to catch a fish. It's a good way to spend the weekend before it gets too hot and before we start the mad dash of summer trips.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
How the Kids are Growing
Over the last couple of days I've been thinking about the future. Specifically about the future when my kids are grown or almost grown. In the last couple of months I've had a couple of colleagues who have dealt with significant events in their kids lives. One lost his son at the age of 37, after he'd abused his body with drug abuse. Another has seen his teenage girl challenge the boundaries the family has used to raise their children. Finally today, my dad's best friend from high school stopped over for lunch and spent time sharing with mom and dad the plight of their own children.
These events have prompted me to think about my own children, the way my wife and I are raising them, and what we want for them as they proceed into life. I've been a firm believer that parents can do their best, but God's given each person free will to make their own decisions. At some point a parent has to rely on the grace of God to cover what parent's have missed. And when the children make poor decisions, our job is to love them and offer forgiveness.
Several weeks I heard a church class on raising girls. The presenters, a former business man and his wife, talked about how they used a "master plan" for their children. The plan was designed with increasing levels or responsibilities, so that when they were 17 years old they would be making their own decisions. Until that point the parents would ensure that they've progressively equipped their children so that they were ready to make those decisions. As a survey my own children, the oldest one almost ten, I'm nervous thinking that I haven't been equipping my children to be ready to make their own decisions. Obviously each parent does it differently, but I guess the realization is that our time with the children is fleeting. Once they are born, the clock is ticking. With each day, month, and year our influence is lessing. Honestly it's a bit overwhelming.
I'm prayer is that in twenty to twenty-five years, as I sit with old friends sharing pictures and stories, that I'll be proud and glowing about my children and maybe my grandchildren. Twenty years seems like a life time away, but I'm sure it will get here sooner than I think.
These events have prompted me to think about my own children, the way my wife and I are raising them, and what we want for them as they proceed into life. I've been a firm believer that parents can do their best, but God's given each person free will to make their own decisions. At some point a parent has to rely on the grace of God to cover what parent's have missed. And when the children make poor decisions, our job is to love them and offer forgiveness.
Several weeks I heard a church class on raising girls. The presenters, a former business man and his wife, talked about how they used a "master plan" for their children. The plan was designed with increasing levels or responsibilities, so that when they were 17 years old they would be making their own decisions. Until that point the parents would ensure that they've progressively equipped their children so that they were ready to make those decisions. As a survey my own children, the oldest one almost ten, I'm nervous thinking that I haven't been equipping my children to be ready to make their own decisions. Obviously each parent does it differently, but I guess the realization is that our time with the children is fleeting. Once they are born, the clock is ticking. With each day, month, and year our influence is lessing. Honestly it's a bit overwhelming.
I'm prayer is that in twenty to twenty-five years, as I sit with old friends sharing pictures and stories, that I'll be proud and glowing about my children and maybe my grandchildren. Twenty years seems like a life time away, but I'm sure it will get here sooner than I think.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Checking the Schedule for a Night Home
I can remember, when my first child was a baby, that my wife and I rarely left the house. Maybe part of that was the simple fact we were new parents and were entirely confident in running around town with a little baby. During that time, we could watch a whole session of television shows as they originally aired.
Now our schedules are packed with evening activities, and it's a rare occurrence when we find ourselves at home, together, for an evening. For example, this week I've not spent a single night at home. Monday night I had a business dinner. Tuesday night the girls had gymnastics. Wednesday night I was driving back home from a business trip to Dallas, where upon arriving I headed straight to church. Thursday night I had a monthly poker game with some buddies. Saturday night we are schedule to have a family dinner to celebrate my brother's birthday. Sunday night we have our monthly Shepherding group. As of right now, it appears that Friday night will be my only night home for the week.
It's pretty amazing to me the contrast between now and when we were young and inexperienced parents. It's also pretty striking how jammed packed our lives have become. I shudder to think how what our schedules will look like once my children start middle school.
Now our schedules are packed with evening activities, and it's a rare occurrence when we find ourselves at home, together, for an evening. For example, this week I've not spent a single night at home. Monday night I had a business dinner. Tuesday night the girls had gymnastics. Wednesday night I was driving back home from a business trip to Dallas, where upon arriving I headed straight to church. Thursday night I had a monthly poker game with some buddies. Saturday night we are schedule to have a family dinner to celebrate my brother's birthday. Sunday night we have our monthly Shepherding group. As of right now, it appears that Friday night will be my only night home for the week.
It's pretty amazing to me the contrast between now and when we were young and inexperienced parents. It's also pretty striking how jammed packed our lives have become. I shudder to think how what our schedules will look like once my children start middle school.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Mixing Work with Play
Early this morning, at 4am I pulled out of the employer's parking lot with a SUV full of colleagues and golf clubs. Three and half hours later, I was approaching the number 9 tee box at the Tribute. It's a rare occasion that members of my staff can get away from the office to spend a day on the links, especially at a location that boast the best of holes on the British tour. What's more advantageous was that this little escape was hosted by one of the vendors we work with.
I'd love to say that my golf game was impressive or that I carried our team to the best score. However the reality is that my game had fleeting moments, surrounded by a multitude of lost balls in the high grass. I thought I played okay for someone with no formal training and who's last round was 18 months ago.
Despite a seven hour car trip and a 7:30am tee time, it was a pretty good day. Each of my colleagues won something from the raffle, and more importantly the office didn't stop functioning while we were away. Sounds like a well deserved quick get away.
Friday, April 25, 2008
"Don't cross the beams"
Do you remember the movie Ghostbusters from 1984? There's a conversation that occurs between Bill Murray and Dan Aykroyd as they check out their proton-packs for their first gig at the Sedgewick Hotel. In that exchange the Ghostbusters are informed that crossing the beams of their proto-packs is bad.
In many sense, I find that crossing my vocation and family is bad. I'm not sure how lawyers, pastors, accountants, and nuclear physicists handle this, but for a technologist like myself I don't enjoy spending a day at the office solving computer network issues only to be greeted by my wife and kids upon returning home that the computer isn't working.
This past week, my lovely bride had a printing issue. So reluctantly I took a look. After losing an hour of my evening removing drivers and rebooting her laptop countless times, I finally hand her the laptop and the her desired print out. Needless to say my attitude after this heroic battle between myself, our HP deskjet 4200, and her Dell laptop with Vista (insert a "groan") is sour. I quickly retire to the front porch to bask in the freshly rained environment to collect myself and recenter my attitude.
On the porch, I ask myself whether other professionals find themselves in similar situations. Do accountants come home to balance their own check books? Do lawyers come home to review their personal contracts and ponder litigation aspects of their homeowner's associations? Do chefs come home to prepare an elaborate meal for the wife and kids?
I'm sure the answer to all these is yes, and I should be thankful that we aren't shoveling out $75/hour to the Geek Squad.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Working Together
Several years ago, a friend of my wife and I inquired if we would be interested in serving at a wine tasting event in Buffalo Gap. We shuffled the kidos off to the grandparents and spent an entertaining and informational day pouring wines for this tasting. For the last three years we've continued our participation with this annual event. Each year we meet new wine makers, get introduced to some fascinating wines, and learn a little more about the art of pairing wines with dishes.
What's more important is the enjoyment my wife and I find in sharing time together at these events. There's something to be said for finding a interest you and your spouse share, and investing in that interest. Despite the fact we are actually working the events, we typically come away enriched. Our knowledge about wines and food pairings is enriched, but what's more is that our relationship is enriched. We actually spend hours talking with each other for days following the event. We talk about the people we meet, the wines we encountered, and the food we tasted. We talk about how the event seemed to flow, the other volunteers we meet, and conversations we had with patrons that attended these events.
Now I would not recommend that all couples volunteer to serve at a wine tasting, but I would recommend that couples identify a shared interest and identify ways to invest in these interests. Our experience has informed us that it doesn't matter as much what the activity is, it's the shared interest and how it is able to grow that matters.
What's more important is the enjoyment my wife and I find in sharing time together at these events. There's something to be said for finding a interest you and your spouse share, and investing in that interest. Despite the fact we are actually working the events, we typically come away enriched. Our knowledge about wines and food pairings is enriched, but what's more is that our relationship is enriched. We actually spend hours talking with each other for days following the event. We talk about the people we meet, the wines we encountered, and the food we tasted. We talk about how the event seemed to flow, the other volunteers we meet, and conversations we had with patrons that attended these events.
Now I would not recommend that all couples volunteer to serve at a wine tasting, but I would recommend that couples identify a shared interest and identify ways to invest in these interests. Our experience has informed us that it doesn't matter as much what the activity is, it's the shared interest and how it is able to grow that matters.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Don't Judge a Book by it's Cover
Maybe you have driven by what some would label a "dive" and curiosity caught hold of you to the point that against your better judgment you stopped to check it out. If this is the case, I applaud you.
In a recent trip to the Hill Country of Texas my beautiful bride and I were on a search for an evening experience. Having completed an afternoon of wine tasting, I pulled out the crackberry and performed a google search for "steak fredericksburg texas". One resulting eatery was closed that Sunday evening, so we searched again and came up with a placed called "Hill Top Cafe". A quick call to verify they were open and we were on our way uncertain what to expect. A short drive up Hwy 87 we came to the crossroad of FM648 to an old fillin station. It's the only building for several miles and definitely the only neon lit. To be honest, the placed looked like the definition of a dive and we were a bit anxious as we entered the establishment. The greeting by the staff was friendly and the other patrons didn't look deathly ill. So we sat and were directed to a chalkboard above our table that listed the specials. What caught my wife's eye was crab meat covered flat steak.
The decor was eclectic to say the least, and I swear I saw the final destination of an early 1970's kitchen table my folks had when I was a kid. Even the chairs adjoining this particular table were metal and vinyl. The ceiling was covered with old concert posters from blues and swing acts that I've only seen on the Texas Country Reporter.
Surprising to us, the food was more than we could have dreamed of. The steaks were prepared to perfection and the portions were rightly sized. The fact their desert list was paired back to only pecan pie because they were out of bread pudding, should have told us that this was a popular place. It was only after we left did we realize that this eatery in the middle of nowhere was infamous, featured in Texas Monthly, Southern Living, and Country Home.
So let me add my own recommendation. The Hill Top Cafe is a must see, eat, and enjoy. Come in for the food and leave filled and enriched by the conversation, decor, and Texas hospitality at its best. Who ever said, don't judge a book by it's cover, could have been talking about this cafe on the hill.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Progress
I was visiting with a friend this weekend who chastised me for not keeping up with this blog. He's right that one a post a month is pretty bad, but as I've always said coming up with compelling content is a difficult process. Excuses aside, here's one dedicated to him.
This weekend the wife and I took a relaxing trip to the Hill Country of Texas. On our agenda was a visit to a winery that we'd visited some eight years ago. Our first visit to this winery was actually only the second time we'd ever visited a winery. The property had vineyards in front of a stone building that looked like a two story house. As we entered the facility we were warmly greeted by a middle age woman standing behind a bar. We were among a group of friends, and the group received a quick introduction to the winery and the process used to great the selection of wines that were created there. After we'd finished our first tasting, an older gentleman appeared from the back room and eagerly greeted our group. He was dressed in a khaki jump suit that you'd expect out of a grandfather figure. We learned he was the owner, winemaker, and patriarch of this estate. As my wife commented upon our departure, the older gentleman reminded her of what her grandfather would be like if he'd owned a winery.
We especially enjoyed the Fume Blanc wine from this establishment and about a year later I made a short detour upon a drive to San Antonio to pick up a bottle of Fume Blanc for my beautiful bride. Since then we'd not visited the winery until this past weekend.
So fast forward seven years. This weekend we eagerly waited to visit this vineyard that provided such fond memories. As we prepared we'd been online to see that the vineyard hosted a bed and breakfast, which we seriously considered staying at while in the area. On a brief visit to the Austin for a wine tasting event we picked of book by Wes Marshall on the Texas Wine Trail. The book offers a page on some 80 wineries in the state providing a brief history, wine picks, and general details of the experience the author had at each winery. We read the passage on the winery we had fond memories of and the encounter with the original owner as very similar to ours. Then we learned the gentleman passed away four years ago, and a San Antonio business man had purchased the winery.
As we turned into the winery we quickly learned many changes were in store for us. The original building that we'd visited was no longer the tasting room. A new large bell tower marked a new entrance with a windy road that cut through the vineyard. There was a whole complex that marked the tasting room with an adjoining event center. The tasting room hosted three bars and a large gift shop area. Our favorite selection was no longer offered, and the number of wine selections had increased by at least two fold.
Honestly the new face of the winery felt a bit commercial compared to our initial visit. My bride commented, if we hadn't know the original owner/winemarker had passed, we'd been impressed with how far he'd come. However, knowing that the winery had changed hands and such changes had taken affect made us feel that some of the charm of this little winery had been lost. I guess that's progress.
This weekend the wife and I took a relaxing trip to the Hill Country of Texas. On our agenda was a visit to a winery that we'd visited some eight years ago. Our first visit to this winery was actually only the second time we'd ever visited a winery. The property had vineyards in front of a stone building that looked like a two story house. As we entered the facility we were warmly greeted by a middle age woman standing behind a bar. We were among a group of friends, and the group received a quick introduction to the winery and the process used to great the selection of wines that were created there. After we'd finished our first tasting, an older gentleman appeared from the back room and eagerly greeted our group. He was dressed in a khaki jump suit that you'd expect out of a grandfather figure. We learned he was the owner, winemaker, and patriarch of this estate. As my wife commented upon our departure, the older gentleman reminded her of what her grandfather would be like if he'd owned a winery.
We especially enjoyed the Fume Blanc wine from this establishment and about a year later I made a short detour upon a drive to San Antonio to pick up a bottle of Fume Blanc for my beautiful bride. Since then we'd not visited the winery until this past weekend.
So fast forward seven years. This weekend we eagerly waited to visit this vineyard that provided such fond memories. As we prepared we'd been online to see that the vineyard hosted a bed and breakfast, which we seriously considered staying at while in the area. On a brief visit to the Austin for a wine tasting event we picked of book by Wes Marshall on the Texas Wine Trail. The book offers a page on some 80 wineries in the state providing a brief history, wine picks, and general details of the experience the author had at each winery. We read the passage on the winery we had fond memories of and the encounter with the original owner as very similar to ours. Then we learned the gentleman passed away four years ago, and a San Antonio business man had purchased the winery.
As we turned into the winery we quickly learned many changes were in store for us. The original building that we'd visited was no longer the tasting room. A new large bell tower marked a new entrance with a windy road that cut through the vineyard. There was a whole complex that marked the tasting room with an adjoining event center. The tasting room hosted three bars and a large gift shop area. Our favorite selection was no longer offered, and the number of wine selections had increased by at least two fold.
Honestly the new face of the winery felt a bit commercial compared to our initial visit. My bride commented, if we hadn't know the original owner/winemarker had passed, we'd been impressed with how far he'd come. However, knowing that the winery had changed hands and such changes had taken affect made us feel that some of the charm of this little winery had been lost. I guess that's progress.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Taking Center Stage
This is a video clip of my two oldest as they participated in a variety show put on by my alma mater. Each year this variety show featuring students also has one song where they have children as extras. For weeks prior, the children practiced their steps and hand motions twice a week. This evening was the "dress rehearsal", and they'll perform in three shows spanning the next two days.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Vacation Days
One of the benefits for working for my current employer is that I get a ton of vacation days. Because if my tenure, I currently garner 120 hours of vacation a week. Three whole weeks, pretty nice. I also have the luxury of carrying over 80 hours of vacation from one year to the next. The first couple of years I quickly accumulated the 80 hours to carry from one year to the next. So now I'm faced with having to consume those 120 hours of vacation, otherwise I will loose them. Over the last couple of years this has posed a problem.
For me to take a vacation day, my preference would be to leave town. Here in lies the rub. Typically out-of-town trips the family takes are usually during the summer months, when schools aren't in session. Summer time is also the busiest time of year for my vocation, so to take three weeks off is unlikely. When I first started with my current employer, I typically could use up vacation during the week between Christmas and New Years. Several years ago my employer chose to eliminate this week in an effort to reduce overhead costs (lighting, heating, etc) and provided this week as holiday leave. This year my employer chose to do a similar thing with the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, again another day I typically take as vacation. So now I have less days in which to account against my vacation days.
I'm sure many do not feel the predicament I am in. My own brother-in-law is one who doesn't have the same number of available vacation days, and so was very stingy with his allotment since he had a new baby due this year. To compound my vacation day situation, I have like five months worth of six days. So when my bride had our kids, I simply counted these as "family sick" days and it didn't impact my vacation allowance.
My bride often tells me that I should just take a couple days off and go fishing or something. Given the fact we have one car and the cost of gasoline is averaging $3 a gallon, even this advice is falling on deaf ears. Of course her response is that she could simply provide me with enough "honey-dos" to consume my available vacation distribution. Again, not something I'd like to do on a day off.
I am thankful I have the availability to use vacation and the liberty to take it when I want, but finding the right fit of purpose and timing is what complicates the equation for me. I hate to loose these days, but I also would hate to waste the wonderful opportunity of a day way from the job. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much, and just need to take a day of vacation to put it all into proper perspective.
For me to take a vacation day, my preference would be to leave town. Here in lies the rub. Typically out-of-town trips the family takes are usually during the summer months, when schools aren't in session. Summer time is also the busiest time of year for my vocation, so to take three weeks off is unlikely. When I first started with my current employer, I typically could use up vacation during the week between Christmas and New Years. Several years ago my employer chose to eliminate this week in an effort to reduce overhead costs (lighting, heating, etc) and provided this week as holiday leave. This year my employer chose to do a similar thing with the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, again another day I typically take as vacation. So now I have less days in which to account against my vacation days.
I'm sure many do not feel the predicament I am in. My own brother-in-law is one who doesn't have the same number of available vacation days, and so was very stingy with his allotment since he had a new baby due this year. To compound my vacation day situation, I have like five months worth of six days. So when my bride had our kids, I simply counted these as "family sick" days and it didn't impact my vacation allowance.
My bride often tells me that I should just take a couple days off and go fishing or something. Given the fact we have one car and the cost of gasoline is averaging $3 a gallon, even this advice is falling on deaf ears. Of course her response is that she could simply provide me with enough "honey-dos" to consume my available vacation distribution. Again, not something I'd like to do on a day off.
I am thankful I have the availability to use vacation and the liberty to take it when I want, but finding the right fit of purpose and timing is what complicates the equation for me. I hate to loose these days, but I also would hate to waste the wonderful opportunity of a day way from the job. Maybe I'm thinking about it too much, and just need to take a day of vacation to put it all into proper perspective.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Black Friday
For several years, my family has enjoyed a rich shopping tradition the day after Thanksgiving. As we watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, we'd comb through the newspaper advertisement, and make our Christmas wish list. Then my mother, her sister, and my uncle (who loves to sniff out a great deal); would develop their strategic plan to capture as many of the wish list items at ridiculous low prices. This typically would involve rising before the sun on Friday, and waiting in line to enter stores at 5am, 6am, or 7am. Once I greeted my own bride to this strike team, the baton was passed to the next generation. List are made divided by stores and opening times, and assignments are handed out. Cell phones and SMS messaging has enabled enhanced communications in the event an item isn't available at one location, the other squad of shoppers can be notified in time to pickup an item at the secondary target. You may think the tactical analogy is taking this event too far, but I assure you it accurately depicts this family ritual.
In recent years the Internet has fueled this ritual. With websites such as bfads.net, the family no longer has to wait for the Thursday paper to determine what items can be captured on Black Friday. Beginning in late October, once a week I've found myself searching for leaks of what to expect in the full color advertisements destined to be delivered to us on Thanksgiving. With this bit of advance intel, we can be completed by 11am and ready to spend the remaining hours on Black Friday vegging out on the couch watching college football and congratulating ourselves on the amount of money we saved with our early morning exercises.
However this new bit of information, also robs us of the jubilation that can be found as we pour through the print ads in hopes that the kids toys or dad's electronics maybe available at lower than low prices. We still check the print ads, know full well that our intel may have been compromised or a legal order may have prevented our source from acquiring the goods for a certain big box retailer.
Last year one of my wife's friends, who got a kick out of this family ritual, got the last laugh when she bunked the whole system by taking the advertisements to her local big box retailer that offered price matching. At 11am, armed with the print ads, she simply waltzed into the price matching retailer, and collected the goods she desired at the advertised price of the other outfits. In one fell swoop she dismantled the tactical approach by using the published rules of engagement. She systematically refuted the whole system, and probably saved more because she didn't expend the extra gas running from retailer A at 5am, then retailer B at 6am, as well as not having to purchase the Cinnamon Dolce Latte to ensure she was prepared for the tactical exercise. Although she may have found a more efficient method, did she have the same euphoria of the hunt?
In recent years the Internet has fueled this ritual. With websites such as bfads.net, the family no longer has to wait for the Thursday paper to determine what items can be captured on Black Friday. Beginning in late October, once a week I've found myself searching for leaks of what to expect in the full color advertisements destined to be delivered to us on Thanksgiving. With this bit of advance intel, we can be completed by 11am and ready to spend the remaining hours on Black Friday vegging out on the couch watching college football and congratulating ourselves on the amount of money we saved with our early morning exercises.
However this new bit of information, also robs us of the jubilation that can be found as we pour through the print ads in hopes that the kids toys or dad's electronics maybe available at lower than low prices. We still check the print ads, know full well that our intel may have been compromised or a legal order may have prevented our source from acquiring the goods for a certain big box retailer.
Last year one of my wife's friends, who got a kick out of this family ritual, got the last laugh when she bunked the whole system by taking the advertisements to her local big box retailer that offered price matching. At 11am, armed with the print ads, she simply waltzed into the price matching retailer, and collected the goods she desired at the advertised price of the other outfits. In one fell swoop she dismantled the tactical approach by using the published rules of engagement. She systematically refuted the whole system, and probably saved more because she didn't expend the extra gas running from retailer A at 5am, then retailer B at 6am, as well as not having to purchase the Cinnamon Dolce Latte to ensure she was prepared for the tactical exercise. Although she may have found a more efficient method, did she have the same euphoria of the hunt?
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Making Your Mark
This evening I took my lovely bride to a college theater production. It's been sometime since we ventured to a theater arts production. We once had season tickets, an outgrowth of my bride's experience in college as a theater major. Kids helped to refocus our finances in other areas, and season tickets were some of the collateral damage. As we took our seats, we looked up to see an old professor of mine with his wife. Now this specific professor is famously known around campus for his effort to know each of his students by name. For 15 weeks each semester he crawls the aisles of his four classes to greet each student by name.
As we conversed prior to the opening curtain, I offered that I used to be one of his students. At this point the professor seemed a bit embarrassed that he didn't remember me. The reality is that I've been out of college for eleven years, following the completion of my master's degree. I also only had one graduate course with this professor, so I didn't really expect him to recall my name.
On the drive home, my wife and I commented on how embarrassed the older professor appeared to be. I added that I didn't really think he'd remember, because I never went out of my way to be memorable. Then I recalled a conversation with one of my old bosses, which he declared that I needed to toot my own horn from time to time. In many ways the evening's encounter highlighted the fact that in certain circumstances I tend to blend into the crowd. This defense mechanism could be construed as a weakness. There are times when being a face in the crowd is acceptable, but at other times there exist a need to be noticed. The difficulty as I see it is determine when to do either.
As we conversed prior to the opening curtain, I offered that I used to be one of his students. At this point the professor seemed a bit embarrassed that he didn't remember me. The reality is that I've been out of college for eleven years, following the completion of my master's degree. I also only had one graduate course with this professor, so I didn't really expect him to recall my name.
On the drive home, my wife and I commented on how embarrassed the older professor appeared to be. I added that I didn't really think he'd remember, because I never went out of my way to be memorable. Then I recalled a conversation with one of my old bosses, which he declared that I needed to toot my own horn from time to time. In many ways the evening's encounter highlighted the fact that in certain circumstances I tend to blend into the crowd. This defense mechanism could be construed as a weakness. There are times when being a face in the crowd is acceptable, but at other times there exist a need to be noticed. The difficulty as I see it is determine when to do either.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Birthdays aren't ordinary days
It has been my experience that at some point in my adult years, birthdays loose their significance. Whether this is by design because we don't relish the thought of growing older or it's a factor of inconvenience given the breath of busyness that we are involved with, birthdays just don't seem to be as big a deal as they were when we were kids.
Or at least that was what I thought. Thankfully my children haven't surrendered to this notion. Last week I celebrated a birthday. The night before my six year old approached me with the information that tomorrow would be my birthday. I responded that this was true, but that it would be just an ordinary day. Apparently this was a challenge for my children, and one that I am thankful they took on. The morning of my birthday, my wife rolled over at 7am to wake me up, but cautioned that I was to remain in bed because my children had something special for me. Fifteen minutes later, I was greeted with a tray of waffles, coffee, and blackberrys. It was most unexpected, first that my children were up that early and secondly because I'm not normally a breakfast eater. So with tray in hand, all three of my children accompanied by my bride climbed into bed to observe me partake into this birthday breakfast. As they watched wide eyed, I consumed the entire breakfast.
For lunch, I was called home again to a special birthday luncheon with the family. My wife pulled out all the stops preparing a special entree, and for desert the children had assisted in making some yummy cup cakes. Not to be out done, there were candles on most of the cup cakes. I had a hint that something was up when my eight year old made the comment that she hoped I could blow out the candles. So you guessed it, after the traditional birthday song, I attempted to blow out the candles only to have them re-ignite. All three of my children were beside themselves with laughter, although I think the two year old was just mimicking his older sisters.
That evening we had a church event, but my children continued to tell everyone they saw that it was my birthday. Several people inquired my age, at which I responded, "I younger than I look, but older than I feel." Such a vague response didn't pacify some and my children were glad to provide the requested information.
To say the least the day was not ordinary by any stretch of the imagination. All thanks you my children who firmly believe that birthdays are special. Honestly I agree with them, but too often the demands of job, chores, and a litany of other items seem to usurp the priority of celebrating my own birthday. To my kids I am thankful that they saw fit to provide me with a reality check.
Or at least that was what I thought. Thankfully my children haven't surrendered to this notion. Last week I celebrated a birthday. The night before my six year old approached me with the information that tomorrow would be my birthday. I responded that this was true, but that it would be just an ordinary day. Apparently this was a challenge for my children, and one that I am thankful they took on. The morning of my birthday, my wife rolled over at 7am to wake me up, but cautioned that I was to remain in bed because my children had something special for me. Fifteen minutes later, I was greeted with a tray of waffles, coffee, and blackberrys. It was most unexpected, first that my children were up that early and secondly because I'm not normally a breakfast eater. So with tray in hand, all three of my children accompanied by my bride climbed into bed to observe me partake into this birthday breakfast. As they watched wide eyed, I consumed the entire breakfast.
For lunch, I was called home again to a special birthday luncheon with the family. My wife pulled out all the stops preparing a special entree, and for desert the children had assisted in making some yummy cup cakes. Not to be out done, there were candles on most of the cup cakes. I had a hint that something was up when my eight year old made the comment that she hoped I could blow out the candles. So you guessed it, after the traditional birthday song, I attempted to blow out the candles only to have them re-ignite. All three of my children were beside themselves with laughter, although I think the two year old was just mimicking his older sisters.
That evening we had a church event, but my children continued to tell everyone they saw that it was my birthday. Several people inquired my age, at which I responded, "I younger than I look, but older than I feel." Such a vague response didn't pacify some and my children were glad to provide the requested information.
To say the least the day was not ordinary by any stretch of the imagination. All thanks you my children who firmly believe that birthdays are special. Honestly I agree with them, but too often the demands of job, chores, and a litany of other items seem to usurp the priority of celebrating my own birthday. To my kids I am thankful that they saw fit to provide me with a reality check.
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