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Will I remember?

The American and Soviet armies were still massed in Europe, trained and ready to fight. The ideological trenches of the last century were roughly in place. Competition in everything from astrophysics to athletics was treated as a zero-sum game. If one person won, then the other person had to lose. And then within a few short years, the world as it was ceased to be. Make no mistake: This change did not come from any one nation. The Cold War reached a conclusion because of the actions of many nations over many years, and because the people of Russia and Eastern Europe stood up and decided that its end would be peaceful.

Sometimes I think I ought to spend my writing time exclusively documenting things that I know, so that thirty years from now, when the political machines have finished rewriting history, I'll still have something true and good to read about my nation.

The quote above comes from my commander in chief--via a column by Liz Cheney--who apparently believes that the world cast aside the Soviet regime and its policies much as children on a playground may reject a rope swing in favor of a basketball--"This no longer amuses; let's do something else." In doing so, he dismisses the thousands and thousands of Americans (and our allies) who dedicated (and occasionally lost) their lives to our security during the Cold War.

The disconnect from reality is stunning--or would be if the last few months hadn't made me somewhat numb to it.

In April, I posed a question on the bulletin board I used to frequent asking whether our President had so far turned out as everyone had hoped. I think it a little telling that other than "hope" comments, the highest praise offered him at that time was that he wasn't W and thus wasn't in the news all of the time for his gaffes. Apparently, the bar for our nation's leadership is pretty low.

Sig

Dear Video Game Makers

However, as much as I'm enjoying your game, I have a minor nitpick. It's very dialogue-heavy, with a lot of character and plot exposition going on in dialogue. I love that, truly. No arguments there. The voice acting is good, and I really am getting into it, far more so than the last few Star Wars films, for example. However, there's a teensy little problem.

An update on my friend

Turns out there's a freaking web site with all (well, some) of the details you could wish for. I still haven't talked to him directly, though I was able to get the number for his room. He's expecting to be released on 05 June, but it will be months before he can return to duty and a year or more before he will be at full throttle again.

One note for concern: his memory is a little... off. One of our mutual friends and drinking buddies in the company called him, and Scott didn't know who he was or where he knew him from. It rattled us more than a little.

Your prayers would be greatly appreciated.

Sig

Frustration

So before anything else, let me sincerely thank Dave Buckingham, H. L. Kurt, and Brian Mounce for investigating a crash in the middle of the night and taking prompt action which saved the life of my friend, who hunts bad guys in Burien as a county mountie when he's not hunting bad guys in the remote mountains of Afghanistan. Your nation and community are blessed for your concern.

I suspect he makes better coffee, too.

One of the reasons I haven't been posting much is that a lot of my writing energies go into my work. I write between 40 and 100 e-mails a day--usually around 80. Many of these are writing to persuade someone to do something for me, or to do it more expeditiously than they might have otherwise. Examples include getting the pay people to research pay problems for my soldiers, do those administrative actions beyond my power to get issues fixed, research things in databases I can't access, etc., etc. There's a definite art to this. I'm pretty good at it--I can fake "humble" in print, less easily in person--but it is work.

Work update

I've been dreaming about delinquent NCOERs.

My job kind of sucks right now.

Sig

Internet Dads and Nuclear Purple Poo

I have mixed feelings about this. I feel vaguely guilty for not diligently taking advantage of the era in which we live to share the joys and highlights of Ian's discovery of the universe around him, especially on behalf of family several time zones away. On the other hand, it's not like he gave me a consent form to write on the Intarweb about the nuclear purple poo he's going to have when he finishes processing the blueberries he just ate. And thanks to the magic of the age, such stories will be around for all eternity, or at least until after the point where he gives up trying to have a serious political career because pictures of him in a hat box keep surfacing.

It's a remarkably popular office, some days.

Work continues to be interesting. My minion has been having some health problems, so she's been out a fair bit. While she was waiting at the ER late the other evening, we texted back and forth and she told me what I which databases I would need to update if she were to die on the table such that our monthly reports didn't get screwed up too badly. That's dedication to duty right there.

Perverse thoughts

I've recently subscribed to Victor Davis Hanson's feed after seeing him constantly quoted in some of the other blogs I read. I appreciate his ability to succinctly summarize some of the same problems I keep running into:

I do not understand at all this going into debt for almost another trillion dollars, and then immediately promising to balance the budget soon (like blowing off your foot near an emergency room), or how “stimulate” differs from “borrow”, or why the more noble victim is the one who sought to borrow too much for too much house and then defaulted, rather than he who chose to borrow less for less house and paid his mortgage on time each month and now subsidizes the less responsible. (The former apparently will still have the larger house, the latter the smaller.)

That from Perverse Thoughts About This Perverse Recession, which I recommend in its entirety.

We live in interesting times.

Sig

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