<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:32:43.131-05:00</updated><category term='Startling Society'/><category term='Supplication'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Fun Facts'/><category term='Leadership'/><category term='Recognition'/><category term='Family Stuff'/><category term='Ponderation'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Struggle'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Communication'/><category term='Coverup'/><category term='The Market'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Ideas'/><category term='Humdinger'/><category term='Signposts'/><category term='Dialogue'/><category term='Meetings'/><title type='text'>Breathing</title><subtitle type='html'>Changing ourselves so we can change the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1855522586045547956</id><published>2010-01-07T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:32:48.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved!</title><content type='html'>Due to more control and that I want to post more often, I've moved to another &lt;a href="http://jcvaught.wordpress.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. Please visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1855522586045547956?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1855522586045547956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1855522586045547956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1855522586045547956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1855522586045547956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved!'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4276060121751737745</id><published>2010-01-05T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:07:18.831-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meetings'/><title type='text'>Skip the brainstorming meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You knew those meetings had something wrong with them, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. It's because you were involved in group-think, rather than group-analysis. Since when has the majority thought been the most creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://www.maniactive.com/states/2007/08/bag-boring-brainstorming-meetings.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;provides a better alternative to those brain-storming meetings in which the majority of the time is spent in group social dynamics rather than coming up with good ideas. The real value of the group is hearing different viewpoints when thinking critically and strategically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the article is when the author purposely puts out the worst idea he can think of, because "there are no bad ideas," and then insists that the moderator puts it on the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4276060121751737745?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4276060121751737745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4276060121751737745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4276060121751737745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4276060121751737745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/skip-brainstorming-meeting.html' title='Skip the brainstorming meeting'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1012997847966151790</id><published>2010-01-04T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:27:30.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signposts'/><title type='text'>Hope mongering</title><content type='html'>I love this &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2010/01/is-there-a-fear-shortage.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+typepad%2Fsethsmainblog+%28Seth%27s+Blog%29"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.com/sg/"&gt;Seth Godin&lt;/a&gt; on fear and the abundance of its use in the past couple of years. Let's hope there is more hope being spread than fear in 2010. That, at least, is what I am hoping for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1012997847966151790?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1012997847966151790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1012997847966151790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1012997847966151790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1012997847966151790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-mongering.html' title='Hope mongering'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5839941519077234154</id><published>2009-12-29T08:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:34:05.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gophila.com/assets/dmt/images/8.TheThinker-B.KristG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 401px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.gophila.com/assets/dmt/images/8.TheThinker-B.KristG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it is important to reflect on the past (NOTE: did not say whine about the past or sit on a problem on the past). This year was a tough year for my family, as transitions often are, but it is leading to exciting new adventures and new horizons. So this year I am keeping it simple with just two questions but ones that I think can be powerful as I enter the new year:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) What are the most important lessons I learned this last year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe these lessons came from books, people around you, and mistakes that you experienced. Make sure the lesson is about something that you can control, not general grouchiness over external issues. For example, "I learned that those people did me wrong" is not a good lesson to learn; "I need to have better discernment by doing &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; in these kind of situations" is a better lesson. They might have run you over, but just avoiding them isn't going to do you much good - there are plenty more of them out there! (And maybe you had something to do with it anyway.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) What can I celebrate from this last year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important question. Begin 2010 on a high note and find ways to recognize the good stuff and incorporate it January 1. That is the best habit you can make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5839941519077234154?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5839941519077234154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5839941519077234154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5839941519077234154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5839941519077234154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4473403374709128986</id><published>2009-12-24T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:32:32.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signposts'/><title type='text'>Need to blame someone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Looking back on 2009, it was a struggle at times; in fact, it may have held some of the largest trials of the 2000's for myself and my family. I need someone to blame. Fortunately, &lt;a href="http://www.blamesteven.com/"&gt;Steven&lt;/a&gt; says that I can blame him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were certainly circumstances and other people that helped contribute to some of the issues, and I will place some of the blame on them. But why should I take any of the blame when I can lay it off on someone else, especially someone so willing? Now I don't have to learn lessons or change my behavior or face hard truths; they are such downers. If I can only find someone to take the consequences as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4473403374709128986?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4473403374709128986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4473403374709128986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4473403374709128986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4473403374709128986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-to-blame-someone.html' title='Need to blame someone?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6783041474862717740</id><published>2009-12-23T12:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:30:30.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops!</title><content type='html'>The family and I recently were leaving a choir concert of my daughter's. It was cold and dark so we were bundled up and walking quickly to the minivan. I pulled out the keys and pressed the unlock button to find the car, and saw a Honda Odyssey blink in return. We opened the doors and all piled in. The first clue that something wasn't quite right was that the key didn't turn. The rest of the family was looking around trying to figure out what wasn't quite right when one of the kids piped up, "When did we get leather seats?" I think it dawned on all of us at the same time that we were in the wrong car. We quickly got out and saw another family watching us as they were approaching. We were wondering what the other family was thinking as they watched us quickly get out of their car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6783041474862717740?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6783041474862717740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6783041474862717740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6783041474862717740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6783041474862717740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoops.html' title='Whoops!'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6994372381157013113</id><published>2009-12-16T06:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T06:00:02.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention surplus disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Sygb36pPbaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cxqm_I6GKA0/s1600-h/Reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Sygb36pPbaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cxqm_I6GKA0/s320/Reading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609199362010530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Attention surplus disorder" is an amusing phrase I found in the book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Anathem-Neal-Stephenson/dp/006147410X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1260918094&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Anathem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (a fiction book which I just didn't get into after the first fifty pages, so I returned it to the library and maybe try again later; but I really like that phrase!).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my observations, this seems to be an extremely rare disorder - so rare I'm not sure that a case has been found since the turn of the century. We are trying to do the best that we can to eradicate this behavior by celebrating multi-taskers and providing as many distractions as we can to those who have found something worth concentrating on. We are providing water-coolers, email, twitter, blogs, Facebook, and Tetris for our workers as the main distractions with a world of preoccupation at their fingertips through the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our efforts to eradicate this from our youth seems to be working through our plethora of extracurricular activities - all of which must be attended during the same season - and stimulation of as many senses as possible at once, such as music in one ear and a phone on the other while watching TV and playing video games. Research is being done currently on adding the sense of smell to the mix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The central strategy was of course to attack the home - and we managed it with one of our best weapons: Guilt. Few parents can withstand the simple phrase "I'm bored" and have been brainwashed to immediately provide stimulation without much work from us. No longer are children playing outside are being entranced with natural wonders! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plan to extirpate this syndrome through constant interruptions must be continued, because let's face it, attention surplus disorder is really annoying. People start to ask questions when they start to think too long or too deeply about something. They start to explore and really get better at stuff rather than just being simply average. They get anxious about the status quo, and that really digs into our comfort zone! Keep up the good work friends, our work is well on its way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6994372381157013113?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6994372381157013113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6994372381157013113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6994372381157013113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6994372381157013113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/attention-surplus-disorder.html' title='Attention surplus disorder'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Sygb36pPbaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cxqm_I6GKA0/s72-c/Reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2025800167859455830</id><published>2009-12-14T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:04:00.458-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><title type='text'>Imagine your fears as wooden ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the book &lt;i&gt;Escape From Cubicle Nation&lt;/i&gt;, author Pamela Slim spends a good portion of the book talking about overcoming fears, a common reason why people stay in jobs that they hate. This quote in particular struck me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Habits expert &lt;a href="http://www.fluentself.com/"&gt;Havi Brooks&lt;/a&gt; [who, by the way, has a great way of using other words rather than the normal words] imagines her fears as wooden ducks, and observes them as they trail dutifully behind her as she walks through her day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a great technique to help change your perspective on situations and give yourself a chance to see it in another light. I used this technique as a kid when I had nightmares. When I would wake up from a bad dream, I would try to make the situation into a funny one by giving the scary character a tutu or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you have to have a conversation with your boss, or you have to talk to a friend about something they said, and this situation is causing some trepidation. Your mind is running through worst case scenarios and you can't make it stop. I still kind of like putting my fears into a ballet that is dances on the table in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what can you fun image can you change your fears into?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2025800167859455830?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2025800167859455830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2025800167859455830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2025800167859455830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2025800167859455830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/imagine-your-fears-as-wooden-ducks.html' title='Imagine your fears as wooden ducks'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4499935614713143722</id><published>2009-12-09T08:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:53:44.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Now on Twitter</title><content type='html'>I'm giving it a shot for a while. Think it will be fun since I can update on the go from my &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt;. The tweets will be different than what I usually do here. Check it out @jcvaught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4499935614713143722?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4499935614713143722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4499935614713143722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4499935614713143722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4499935614713143722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-on-twitter.html' title='Now on Twitter'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6646107271519891454</id><published>2009-12-09T08:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:45:47.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>What offends you</title><content type='html'>So I was reading this novel &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bad-Monkeys-Novel-Matt-Ruff/dp/0061240427/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1260365383&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bad Monkeys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and was enjoying it when I had to pause over this one section. Two characters are talking when one says:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Der schlechte Affe hasst seinen eigenen Geruch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tightly translated it is "The bad monkey hates his own smell." Loosely translated it means that people are most deeply offended by moral failings that mirror their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've heard this before. And I've even seen it in action. Knew someone a long time ago that was always angriest at his kids when he thought they were lying - and he had a problem with "the check is in the mail" type statements. You see it with preachers who lament the lack of moral standing in their communities, and are outed sooner or later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started thinking: What bothers me most about other people? Does it have a reflection on my own personal struggles? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tough on my oldest son every once in a while for not living up to what I think his potential is; probably don't have to mention that this doesn't set well with him. Eventually I will catch myself, or more likely Nancy points it out to me, and then I apologize to him and we get back to a place where we both are enjoying our relationship. Not too long ago I took an extensive personality test and one of the results was that I was highly critical of myself. Here is what it said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You recognize that self-improvement is the most important goal, because it is the means of achieving all goals. However, your strong interest in self-improvement combined with only a moderate level of self-acceptance indicates you may tend to be somewhat self-critical. Although at times you have healthy self-esteem, you may at other times make things a little difficult for yourself by being unnecessarily hard on yourself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe a little too hard on others close to me. Bad monkey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6646107271519891454?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6646107271519891454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6646107271519891454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6646107271519891454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6646107271519891454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-offends-you.html' title='What offends you'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3291851731061917282</id><published>2009-12-03T17:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:01:45.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><title type='text'>A leader on leadership</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The following is a presentation from General Colin Powell. My claim to fame: my wife was friends with his daughter when they were both very young. I feel like we are pretty close...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great points that are succinct and to the point. I believe these are important enough to post on each one over the next couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_102696"&gt;&lt;a style="font:14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif;display:block;margin:12px 0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/guesta3e206/colin-powells-leadership-presentation" title="Colin Powell's Leadership Presentation"&gt;Colin Powell's Leadership Presentation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=colin-powells-leadership-presentation297&amp;amp;stripped_title=colin-powells-leadership-presentation"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=colin-powells-leadership-presentation297&amp;amp;stripped_title=colin-powells-leadership-presentation" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;View more &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/guesta3e206"&gt;guesta3e206&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3291851731061917282?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3291851731061917282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3291851731061917282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3291851731061917282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3291851731061917282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/leader-on-leadership.html' title='A leader on leadership'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2927681353071328773</id><published>2009-11-25T07:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:49:23.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><title type='text'>You weren't meant to have a boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beijing07.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/beijing-zoo-lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://beijing07.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/beijing-zoo-lion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what venture capitalist &lt;a href="http://www.paulgraham.com/boss.html"&gt;Paul Graham&lt;/a&gt; says about working for a "boss" in this thought provoking post: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was in Africa last year and saw a lot of animals in the wild that I'd only seen in zoos before. It was remarkable how different they seemed. Particularly lions. Lions in the wild seem about ten times more alive. They're like different animals. I suspect that working for oneself feels better to humans in much the same way that living in the wild must feel better to a wide-ranging predator like a lion. Life in a zoo is easier, but it isn't the life they were designed for.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This doesn't mean that working for a large company is bad, or that there are not problems in small companies or working for yourself. This is essentially the problem when working for a "boss" (in quotes because you can have a manager that doesn't share this characteristic): you lose your sense of individuality and creativity. If you are only there to fulfill a predetermined task so that you are an asset or a liability, you are seen more as a robotic machine than a person who can bring much to the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just having lunch with a friend of mine who is a hard worker and incredibly smart. He left his company recently because his "boss" didn't think he sat at his desk long enough. But I've also had a "leader" when I worked for PricewaterhouseCoopers that it felt great to work for and encouraged us to grow and be creative. Size doesn't necessarily mean living behind bars, but size certainly increases the chances that bureaucracy starts building the paper walls for zoo development.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One attitude that seems to be distinctive between the "boss" and the "leader" is that the "boss" often tries to control while the "leader" challenges. This is not only true for profit-seeking companies, but for groups that require any amount of organization. There are plenty of not-for-profit organizations and churches that forget that they are there precisely to take risks and serve a greater purpose - and need people freed from zoos to be at their best. At the same time, loss of control doesn't necessarily mean lack of accountability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are the person in charge, ask yourself this question: Would these people follow me willingly, or are they doing this because they feel they have to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2927681353071328773?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2927681353071328773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2927681353071328773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2927681353071328773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2927681353071328773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-werent-meant-to-have-boss.html' title='You weren&apos;t meant to have a boss'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7404489766941321125</id><published>2009-11-19T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T06:00:08.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Socialnomics</title><content type='html'>Still not sure if all these social networks online are worth troubling about? You are already way behind the curve. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIFYPQjYhv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sIFYPQjYhv8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you trying to reach? Because that is where they are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7404489766941321125?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7404489766941321125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7404489766941321125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7404489766941321125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7404489766941321125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/socialnomics.html' title='Socialnomics'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7648036033288886555</id><published>2009-11-18T06:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:00:04.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Common sense is the enemy of sticky messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Do you want to know why that message that you sweated over and poured your soul into fell onto an audience that didn't seem to care nearly as much as you, and really not even as much as you expected? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You thought through it, your ideas and statistics and and bullet points were arranged just so that in the end you could come up with your big idea - but nobody understood why this was the big idea! Or maybe they said, Yeah, we agree, but so what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chances are your big idea that you worked over, found studies that agree with you, and you even know, you know, that people aren't really doing is something like "companies need great customer service." You just know that without this idea companies are going to struggle, and you have the proof that they are. But people in the audience, or your boss, or co-workers, or congregants, or your kids' sports team are yawning like it is no big deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Heath brothers want to tell you why no one is listening to your incredibly important message: They are thinking Duh. In &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400064287/ref=s9_simz_gw_s12_p14_i1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1HT712K9GKGX0Y1PB7J0&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Made To Stick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (72):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Common sense is the enemy of sticky messages. When messages sound like common sense, they float gently in one ear and out the other. And why shouldn't they? If I already "get" what you're trying to tell me, why should I obsess about remembering it? The danger, of course, is that what sounds like common sense often isn't... It's your job, as a communicator, to expose the parts of your message that are uncommon sense.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an example, &lt;a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/?cm_ven=google&amp;amp;cm_cat=keyword&amp;amp;cm_pla=exact&amp;amp;cm_ite=nordstrom&amp;amp;ef_id=1408:3:s_f6c90001a700321ea1d4b8bfacb1b884_3700467652:SwNJIdBbricAAAV5YIQAAALA:20091118010849"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/a&gt; wanted to explain to its employees that they need "great customer service." They could have said that, and employees would have yawned. Instead the chose to provide stories that are shocking if you have ever worked in retail (examples come from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Built-Last-Successful-Visionary-Companies/dp/0060566108/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1258506033&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Built To Last&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nordie who ironed a new shirt for a customer who needed it for a meeting that afternoon;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nordie who cheerfully gift wrapped products a customer bought at Macy's;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nordie who warmed customers' cars in winter while they finished shopping;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Nordie who made a last-minute delivery of party clothes to a frantic hostess;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And even the Nordie who refunded money for a set of tire chains - although Norsdstrom doesn't sell tire chains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nordstrom understands that customer service is important, but just saying that doesn't get you anywhere. Now all of a sudden you are comparing what you are supposed to do with the examples. Am I providing &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; level of customer service?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if instead your message was something more like "Customer Service Is The Only Thing" or "Customers Are More Important Than The CEO." What is the uncommon message, in story form or in a way that surprises or shocks the audience? What if you could tell your idea in a way that actually goes against the grain, yet solves a problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you have something worth sitting up and listening to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7648036033288886555?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7648036033288886555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7648036033288886555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7648036033288886555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7648036033288886555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/common-sense-is-enemy-of-sticky.html' title='Common sense is the enemy of sticky messages'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2400871394227108478</id><published>2009-11-15T17:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:32:20.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Stuff'/><title type='text'>Haiku challenge</title><content type='html'>My daughter and I decided to do a Haiku challenge this week to push our creativity, challenge ourselves, and have some fun. Each day of the week Autumn is going to pick a subject and we have till the end of the day to write a poem using that format. Here is our first one on "winter":&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitter wind rebukes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then snatches the breathe away;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See it floating by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autumn:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugary sprinkles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful white cupcake earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marshmallow snowmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2400871394227108478?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2400871394227108478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2400871394227108478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2400871394227108478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2400871394227108478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiku-challenge.html' title='Haiku challenge'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7624173628521715670</id><published>2009-11-05T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:16:33.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Anger and certainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Often when we try to influence someone, we try to do so in a "rational" manner by using stats and logic, because surely if they could only see the "facts" then there is no other conclusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we fail to see is that "facts" rarely convince or persuade anyone, they really just help reassure ourselves that we are right. The best way to convince someone of something? You have to tap into their emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't read that as manipulate. What it basically means is that you have to help them care. Which is why it is so hard to understand why we sometimes use argumentative language that only gets people defensive. If the person on the other side of your cause is guarded &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; of you, your cause is already lost. Check out this observation from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Made-Stick-Ideas-Survive-Others/dp/1400064287/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1257433929&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Made To Stick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (67):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Emotions are elegantly tuned to help us deal with critical situations. They prepare us for different ways of acting and thinking. We've all heard that anger prepares us to fight and fear prepares us to flee. The linkages between emotion and behavior can be more subtle, though. For instance, a secondary effect of being angry, which was recently discovered by researchers, is that we become more certain of our judgments. When we're angry, we know we're right, as anyone who has been in a relationship can attest.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humor opens us up to possibilities. Two-way conversation provides an avenue for people to find bridges into other possibilities. Persuasion is not a battle to be won, but a joining of arms in a cause. Be strong in your beliefs and wise with your words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7624173628521715670?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7624173628521715670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7624173628521715670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7624173628521715670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7624173628521715670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/anger-and-certainty.html' title='Anger and certainty'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5637897196281749391</id><published>2009-11-02T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T06:00:04.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't assume</title><content type='html'>People are unhappy in your organization, and you don't know it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-Customers-Are-Irrational-Understanding/dp/0814414214/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252694657&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;All Customers Are Irrational&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (73), the author talks about customers leaving and management rarely has a clue: "Several studies over the last few years have shown that, of the customers who recently left a company, only 4 percent ever bothered mentioning to the company that they had some sort of issue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've been there. You've switched services - phone, gas station, electric, whatever - and you didn't bother telling the old company why. You just moved on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, in the organization you are a part of now, people are unhappy and you don't know it. Unless a crisis occurs, you assume everybody feels the same way you do. But they don't. And they will express that unhappiness to everyone except you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume you know what is going on. Don't be the person who locks themselves in their office or stays stuck in their cubicle or refuses to take the temperature of the family dynamics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5637897196281749391?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5637897196281749391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5637897196281749391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5637897196281749391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5637897196281749391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-assume.html' title='Don&apos;t assume'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3270012063121789788</id><published>2009-10-30T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:00:16.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leadership'/><title type='text'>Setting Sail</title><content type='html'>I love this quote from John Shedd:&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A ship in the harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always a temptation to stay in the safe zone, the place where you are comfortable. But that is not what makes organizations great, or frankly, even of value. A ship that refuses to leave the harbor is a ship that is worthless, except maybe to the crew that is afraid to sail; and that never lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To continue the analogy, we like captains who can describe the adventures found on the sea, discovering new lands, and asking people to climb aboard for a trip that has risks but the journey is worth it. Perhaps you are one of those captains longing to lead people in a direction rather than sitting still collecting barnacles. Let me describe what you will inevitably find once you really begin to lead:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A "middler." What is a "middler"? Someone who stands on the shore doing all he or she can to hold the ropes so that boat doesn't go anywhere, all because they don't want to get wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how Edwin H. Friedman describes "middlers" in his book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Failure-Nerve-Leadership-Age-Quick/dp/159627042X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256826731&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Failure of Nerve: Leadership in the Age of the Quick Fix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In any type of of institution whatsoever, when a self-directed, imaginative, energetic, or creative member is being consistently frustrated and sabotaged rather than encourage and supported, what will turn out to be true one hundred percent of the time, regardless of whether the disrupters are supervisors, subordinates, or peers, is that the person at the top of that institution is a peace-monger. By that I mean a highly anxious risk-avoider, someone who is more concerned with good feelings than with progress, someone whose life revolves around the axis of consesus, a "middler," someone who is so incapable of taking well-defined stands that his "disability" seems to be genetic, someone who functions as if she had been filleted of her backbone, someone who treats conflict or anxiety like mustard gas - one whiff, on goes the emotional gas mask, and he flits.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of his description? Often the "middlers" are nice and charming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are going to be a leader, or a captain setting sail out of the harbor of status quo, then expect people to be hanging on to the ropes. Friedman's advice, which we'll explore more later, is to make sure that you are concentrating on your own integrity rather than thinking of the "middlers" as a problem to solve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3270012063121789788?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3270012063121789788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3270012063121789788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3270012063121789788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3270012063121789788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/setting-sail.html' title='Setting Sail'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-128534585081255955</id><published>2009-10-29T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:00:00.535-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Stuff'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Leaf Wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SuYcSS2lbtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ITAiVEsUwYk/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SuYcSS2lbtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ITAiVEsUwYk/s200/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032304074125010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reserve a part of the yard for my kids to find fun things to do with a large pile of leaves. This year they came up with "Ultimate Leaf Wrestling." These are the rules, unchanged from how they wrote them:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ULW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimate Leaf Wrestling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. No choking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. No holding someone under&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. No pinching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. No spitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. No throwing leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to win:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to push an oponent off the pile. You have 3 chances if you fall out by yourself. Last one standing in the pile of leaves wins. (if you run out chances you're out)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* ONLY TWO TIME OUTS PER MATCH *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Types of Games:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Royal Rumble = free for all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single match = 1 v 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag Team = 1 v 2 or 2 v 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tag team = if you need a rest you tag your partner, or the person out, and they go in. However, if you step out without touching your partner, there is no extra and the other two keep battling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single match = normal 1 v 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Royal Rumble = normal rules but more than two people can be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the games begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-128534585081255955?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/128534585081255955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=128534585081255955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/128534585081255955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/128534585081255955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultimate-leaf-wrestling.html' title='Ultimate Leaf Wrestling'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SuYcSS2lbtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ITAiVEsUwYk/s72-c/IMG_0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-8904845282557654029</id><published>2009-10-28T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:00:01.895-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humdinger'/><title type='text'>The Commander's Intent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I recently read a blog that said we should not plan. While I am aware that plans are not fool-proof (see previous blog post), plans do help you think through issues and hopefully help provide great questions (more on this later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What if, within your organization, people knew basically what to do without needing play-by-play instructions from their leaders? What if people could make decisions on their own and improvise when needed wherever they are and no matter the context? What if people were generating solutions, and this is the amazing part, everyone was on the same page rather than generating solutions that benefit different causes?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Made-Stick-Ideas-Survive-Others/dp/1400064287/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256574554&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Made To Stick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (26), the Heath brothers talk to Colonel Kolditz in the U.S. military about how plans can quickly become obsolete on the battlefield, nicely captured in the phrase "no plan survives contact with the enemy." For you that may be "no sales plan survives contact with the customer" or "no lesson plan survives contact with teenagers." The military adapted a new planning process called Commander's Intent (CI).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;CI is a crisp, plain-talk statement that appears at the top of every order, specifying the plan's goal, the desired end-state of an operation. At high levels of the Army, the CI may be relatively abstract: "Break the will of the enemy in the Southeast region." At the tactical level, for colonels and captains, it is much more concrete: "My intent is to have Third Battalion on Hill 4305, to have the hill cleared of enemy, with only ineffective remnants remaining, so we can protect the flank of Third Brigade as they pass through the lines."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The CI never specifies so much detail that it risks being rendered obsolete by unpredictable events. "You can lose the ability to execute the original plan, but you can never lose the responsibility of executing the intent," says Kolditz. In other words, if there's one soldier left in the Third Battalion on Hill 4305, he'd better be doing something to protect the flank of the Third Brigade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colonel Kolditz gives an example: "Suppose I'm commanding an artillery battalion and I say, 'We're going to pass this infantry unit through our lines forward.' That means something different to different groups. The mechanics know that they'll need lots of repair support along the roads, because if a tank breaks down on a bridge the whole operation will come to a screeching halt. The artillery knows they'll need to fire smoke or have engineers generate smoke in the breech area where the infantry unit moves forward, so it won't get shot up as it passes through. As a commander, I could spend a lot of time enumerating every specific task, but as soon as people know what the &lt;i&gt;intent&lt;/i&gt; is they begin generating their own solutions."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an example from a for-profit organization: Southwest. Any guesses on their Commander's Intent? "We are &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; low-fare airline." In the decision making process, you might have several options to choose from, but with the CI the decision making process has a filter question: which decision helps us stay &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; low-fare airline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the Combat Maneuver Training Center, the unit in charge of military simulations, recommends the officers arrive at the Commander's Intent by asking themselves two questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we do nothing else during tomorrow's mission, we must ___________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The single, most important thing we must do tomorrow is ___________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find the core of what this organization is about. Not two pages, not even two paragraphs. What is the core.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can, &lt;i&gt;and should&lt;/i&gt;, be applied to parenting, to religious institutions, to for-profit and not-for-profit organizations, to teams, etc. Two examples that I have used personally:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are training our kids to be capable and responsible adults by the time they leave our house at 18 years of age." Now there is a end-goal established with a definitive time-line. At each age we know we need to help them progress to being responsible for themselves; what should that look like at 18? How do we backtrack from there to where they should be at 13? This should also help make decisions about involvement in activities, family chores, etc. It is far more than just getting them to be behave like you want them to so they don't embarrass you in that moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This church exists to train &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt; to be every-day followers of Jesus." Training is more than lecturing, it also means helping people enact knowledge and behaviors into their lives. It can be applied to different demographics - how do we train students or parents or couples or seniors to be every-day followers of Jesus? It is far bigger mission than copying what you did last year so everyone is happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what is your Commander's Intent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-8904845282557654029?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8904845282557654029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=8904845282557654029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8904845282557654029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8904845282557654029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/commanders-intent.html' title='The Commander&apos;s Intent'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7359335149327127127</id><published>2009-10-27T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:00:00.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>El Farol Bar problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.automotive.com/f/news/9931848+pheader/0605_4wd_01_z+tecate_score_baja_1000+trophy_truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://image.automotive.com/f/news/9931848+pheader/0605_4wd_01_z+tecate_score_baja_1000+trophy_truck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this interesting game theory problem in the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256563571&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Traffic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (171):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Farol_Bar_problem"&gt;problem&lt;/a&gt; sketched out by the economist W. Brian Arthur, after a bar in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The hypothetical scenario imagines that one hundred people would like to go to the bar to listen to live music, but it seems too crowded if more than sixty show up. How does any one person decide whether or not to go? If they go one night and it's too crowded, do they return the next night, on the thought that people will have been discouraged - or will others have precisely the same thought? Aurthur found, in a simulation, that the mean attendance did indeed hover around sixty, but that the attendance numbers for each night continued to oscillate up and down, for the full one hundred weeks of the trial. Which means that one's chances of going on the right night are essentially random, as people continue to try to adapt their behavior.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting part of this problem, born out of a real observation of trying to have a fun night at the bar, is that while you are trying to act based on guesses of what others are going to do, they are doing the same thing about you. While you are modifying your behavior based on what they did last night, they are doing the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story? Today is a different day than yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We like static thinking. In the good times, and even in the times that are a little rough, we hope that everything will mostly be just like it was yesterday so that I can basically predict what today and tomorrow will be like. But you can't, not even for the people and the organizations and the circumstances that you think you know best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am all for making plans. But the problem is we like making plans based on static think. I heard this analogy, and unfortunately I cannot remember where the analogy came from; if you know, post it, and I'll give proper citation. The metaphor goes something like this (with a little of my own concoction thrown in): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people look at the future like a well-built highway -- straight roads, well-defined boundaries, and with the proper markings that show you where you are and how far you've gone. The beat of time is the stripes along the middle that are always the same length and look just like the last hundred miles that you've traveled. You can plan out your route with expectations that little will change along this road. People with this view of the future try to build their lives into lamborghinis - luxuriant, shiny, and it gets to the goal in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the future doesn't look like that, it's not static, and they run into obstacles that puncture the tires, dent the sides, if not an all out crash. The economy tanks, their 401 crashes, their kids have problems, they hate their new boss, etc. And here's the weird thing - we still hope that the future is static, either because we can navigate ourselves out of that world that we knew, or we happy just whining about what we know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a better view of the future: it's more like the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baja_1000"&gt;Baja 1000&lt;/a&gt;. You can see what is on the hill in front of you for a short distance, but other than that you have no idea what is on the other side. Be prepared for anything. You need grit and determination more than shiny and fast. You will get dents and scrapes, but that only helps prepare you for the next round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the expectations of your environment and circumstances down, and expectations of yourself up. Work your tail off for what is in front of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7359335149327127127?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7359335149327127127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7359335149327127127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7359335149327127127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7359335149327127127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-farol-bar-problem.html' title='El Farol Bar problem'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-8236570810085070935</id><published>2009-10-23T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:08:13.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humdinger'/><title type='text'>The question is more important than you think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This quote from the book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256222618&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buying In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (40) fascinates me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The vast majority of our brain's activities - 98% of it, by one estimation - happens outside of conscious awareness...Daniel Kahneman and Amos Tversky published work indicating that people make decisions about risk partly in reaction to how a problem is framed - their risk tolerance changes depending on the working of the question they are asked, even if the issue described is, in reality, identical.&lt;/blockquote&gt;What this means is that you can look at the exact same situation and make two very different decisions based on how someone asks you a question. Nothing about the reality of the situation is different, only the words used in the question asking you to make a decision - and that can change everything!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This means that you need to make sure that you are asking the best questions you can about important decisions for yourself, for your family, and for your teams. Brainstorm the best question that really needs to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's think through a scenario: &lt;i&gt;Your son just came home with a D on his report card.&lt;/i&gt; Here are two questions you can ask. Think through your initial response to the first question before you move on to the second one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) How are you going to punish him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How are you going to help train him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was their a difference in the possibilities that came into your head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is worth spending time making sure that you have the best goals for your family and your organization so that the right inquiries can be asked - your behavior and your activities are based more on the questions that you ask, and thus try to answer, rather than abstract concepts framed on a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a great example from the book &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1400064287/ref=s9_simz_gw_s0_p14_i2?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=02J8BVS8KDSJENGT83SC&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Made To Stick&lt;/a&gt;(186, 187):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Army food is just about what you'd expect: bland, overcooked, and prepared in massive quantities. The dishes are not garnished with sprigs of parsley. The mess halls are essentially calorie factories, giving the troops the fuel they need to do their jobs. An old Army proverb says, "An Army travels on its stomach."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pegasus chow hall, just outside the Baghdad airport, has developed a different reputation. At Pegasus, the prime rib is perfectly prepared. The fruit platter is a beautiful assortment of watermelon, kiwi fruit, and grapes. There are legends of soldiers driving to Pegasus from the Green Zone (the well-protected Americanized area of Baghdad), along one of the most treacherous roads in Iraq, just to eat a meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floyd Lee, the man in charge of Pegasus, was retired from his twenty-five-year career as a Marine Corps and Army cook when the Iraq war began. He came out of retirement to take the job. "The gook Lord gave me a second chance to feed soldiers," he said. "I've waited for this job all my life, and here I am in Baghdad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee is well aware that being a soldier is relentlessly difficult. The soldiers often work eighteen-hour days, seven days a week. The threat of danger in Iraq is constant. Lee wants Pegasus to provide a respite from the turmoil. He's clear about his leadership mission: "As I see it, I am not just in charge of food service; I am in charge of morale."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This vision manifests itself in hundreds of small actions taken by Lee's staff on a daily basis. At Pegasus, the white walls of the typical mess hall are covered with sports banners. There are gold treatments on the windows, and green tablecloths with tassels. The harsh fluorescent lights have been replaced by ceiling fans with soft bulbs. The servers wear tall white chef's hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The remarkable thing about Pegasus's reputation for great food is that Pegasus works with exactly the same raw materials that everyone else does. Pegasus serves the same twenty-one-day Army menu as other dining halls. Its food comes from the same suppliers. It's the attitude that makes difference. A chef sorts through the daily fruit shipment, culling the bad grapes, selecting the best parts of the watermelon and kiwi, to prepare the perfect fruit tray. At night, the dessert table features five kinds of pie and three kinds of cake. The Sunday prime rib is marinated for two full days. A cook from New orleans orders spices that are mailed to Iraq to enhance the entrees. A dessert chef describes her strawberry cake as "sexual and sensual" - two adjectives never before applied to Army food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee realizes that serving food is a job, but improving morale is a mission. Improving morale involves creativity and experimentation and mastery. Serving food involves a ladle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is my job, or What is my mission? How do we feed all these people, or how do we improve morale? How long must we work, or how do we make this incredible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The power of questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-8236570810085070935?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8236570810085070935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=8236570810085070935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8236570810085070935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8236570810085070935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-is-more-important-than-you.html' title='The question is more important than you think'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1951670756646074430</id><published>2009-10-22T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:54:01.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>The Curse of Knowledge</title><content type='html'>One of the best and by far the most useful books I've read in a long time is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Made-Stick-Ideas-Survive-Others/dp/1400064287/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1256141141&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Made To Stick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by the brothers Heath. I can't think of a profession or organization that could not benefit greatly by reading this book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the foundations of the book is wrapped around the idea of the Curse of Knowledge. Try this game with some people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick a song in your head, and then tap the beat on a table and see if anyone can guess what it is (p. 20 in the book).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go ahead, try it, quit reading ahead. OK, you're reading ahead anyway, so here is the result - they didn't guess it. In fact, they weren't even close. This despite the fact that you could clearly hear the song playing along as you were pounding away on the table thinking about what dopes they are for not easily figuring it out. What sounded like a simple song to you was meaningless taps on a table for them - because they couldn't hear the tune in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Heath brothers say the same thing is going on when we try to communicate thoughts and ideas. We have thought through the possibilities, the struggle to get to the conclusion, read the books, spoken with experts and it all came to this great conclusion. Yet it doesn't seem to be getting through precisely because the audience didn't go through the same process you did. They hear it and it doesn't stick. Why? And how do we make it stick? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will take a look at it over the coming weeks I'll keep adding posts from this book and others, as well as random thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1951670756646074430?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1951670756646074430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1951670756646074430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1951670756646074430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1951670756646074430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/curse-of-knowledge.html' title='The Curse of Knowledge'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6828684769837257165</id><published>2009-10-20T16:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:06:21.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>This is what you should tell your kid</title><content type='html'>First, let's start with what you shouldn't tell your kid after he or she does something well: "I'm proud of you."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, was that surprising? It was the first time I heard it. The problem with it, according to &lt;a href="http://www.screamfree.com/"&gt;Hal&lt;/a&gt;, is that it is really about you. Should they do things just to please you? While it may be nice to think that way, the answer is No. They should do things to please themselves, because it is the right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's turn the question a different direction - should they do things to please people? No. I don't want my kids trying to do things to please their friends, or just to please a boss. I want them to do it because it is the right thing to do, which may go against the grain and the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's turn it again - what happens when they don't do something that great? What happens when they strike out at the plate (and when they got a hit you said you were proud of them)? Are you now &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; proud of them? I hope not. I don't think too highly of those kind of parents. But if you only tell them you are proud of them when they do the great stuff, the implicit message is that you are not when they fail. I want my kids to fail, because at least it means they are trying, they are risking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last turn - what if, instead, you ask if they are proud of themselves? Help them to think through their accomplishments, especially their role in being responsible and taking steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to praise your kids, the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Narcissism-Epidemic-Living-Age-Entitlement/dp/1416575987/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1249502192&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Narcissism Epidemic&lt;/a&gt; (83) says to praise your kids for working hard, because then they will want to work hard. Don't praise your kids for being smart - if it comes to a situation that calls for hard work or one that confuses them, they will shy away from it to protect the "smart" label. In these studies working with kids and how words affect them, those that were told they were "smart" struggled when they got to a problem which was difficult for them; the label "smart" scared them more than helped them. Those that were told they were hard workers buckled down because they believed they could figure it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words matter. Be a hard working parent when it comes to your kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6828684769837257165?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6828684769837257165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6828684769837257165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6828684769837257165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6828684769837257165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-what-you-should-tell-your-kid.html' title='This is what you should tell your kid'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4792910181855693509</id><published>2009-10-19T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:27:58.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV and kids</title><content type='html'>Lawrence J. Peter: " Television has changed the American child from an irresistible force into an immovable object. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote from &lt;a href="http://www.screamfree.com/index.php"&gt;ScreamFree&lt;/a&gt; Parenting Tip of the Day and had to pass it on about the TV epidemic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My children can be incredibly creative, generous, helpful and kind. They can also be needy, greedy, self-absorbed, and whiny. I didn’t really catch on to an interesting little trend until our TV recently broke and we had to go without it for close to a month. What I noticed was quite phenomenal. My kids grumbled at first, but then they began to read more, play more, help more and laugh more. What I realized was that the mood in our house was directly proportional to the amount of television we watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average American child between the ages of 2-17 watches 25 hours of tv a week. 1 in 5 children watch 44 hours a week. As a busy parent, I get that. Turning on the TV is easier than “entertaining” your kids or listening to them whine about how bored they are. Period. It just is. But I am here to tell you the truth: You’re actually shooting yourself in the foot if you have this mentality. You’re making the chances of them cooperating less and the chances of them being lethargic greater. Just try it out for a week and tell me that I’m wrong: limit tv (both when and how much) and objectively observe your kids’ behavior. I have a strong hunch that you’ll be pleased with the results.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Let's face it - turning off the TV is difficult, and it will be doubly so if you and the people in your household are used to watching it. I think it will take more than a week to really feel the difference because the first week the kids will complain for the first twenty hours the TV isn't on and you'll wonder what to do. By the second week, you'll struggle with each other because you are not used to spending so much time together. By the third week, you'll wonder how you had enough time to watch that much TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't cut out TV completely, just sit down and plan it out at the beginning of the week (do the planning with the TV off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend I had conversations with friends about our agendas in life. When our agenda is to get through the day, TV is the easy answer. If your agenda is people, then you won't want the easy answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4792910181855693509?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4792910181855693509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4792910181855693509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4792910181855693509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4792910181855693509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/tv-and-kids.html' title='TV and kids'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4274985977754018091</id><published>2009-10-15T09:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:16:00.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Five Stages of Grief</title><content type='html'>I thought this would be helpful for people if they are struggling with an important loss in their life. The following is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_Stages_of_Grief"&gt;Elisabeth Kubler-Ross's Five Stages of Grief&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Denial&lt;br /&gt;2) Anger&lt;br /&gt;3) Bargaining&lt;br /&gt;4) Depression&lt;br /&gt;5) Acceptance&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While not everyone probably goes through all the steps, and it is not in any necessary order, I know I have certainly had some feelings of anger and depression after leaving my last position in the middle of a recession! I have to laugh at myself when I find that I'm bargaining somehow with fate to just let me have this or that and I'll somehow make it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acceptance of the situation or circumstances is certainly the best stage to be at, but acceptance of status quo is something I'll never accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4274985977754018091?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4274985977754018091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4274985977754018091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4274985977754018091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4274985977754018091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/five-stages-of-grief.html' title='Five Stages of Grief'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-207328570697463201</id><published>2009-10-07T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:03:22.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>The Proteus Effect</title><content type='html'>Perception really is reality. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your perception of the world around you, and of yourself, changes how you behave and the choices that you make. But interestingly, it isn't even necessarily how &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; perceive yourself, but your perception of how others think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Narcissism-Epidemic-Living-Age-Entitlement/dp/1416575987/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1249502192&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Narcissism Epidemic&lt;/a&gt; (119) talked about this phenomenon and a study called the &lt;a href="http://www.nickyee.com/daedalus/archives/001569.php"&gt;Daedalus Project&lt;/a&gt; that was done to test it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One fascinating study randomly assigned people to an avatar in a virtual world. In the first experiment, some individuals were given attractive avatars and some unattractive avatars. The attractive avatars were more socially confident; they walked closer to the other avatar and talked about themselves more. In the second experiment, people were assigned either a short or tall avatar and completed a negotiation task. People with a tall avatar were more competitive in the negotiation. The researchers concluded that the type of avatars people use actually change social behavior in a virtual world, which they called the Proteus Effect.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It certainly helps to explain why people might enjoy these games so much - they can take on a persona that they believe others will like and respect based on skills and looks from the virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also shows that you might be holding yourself back based on your perception of how you are viewed in the world. If you think others see you as weak in some area, then you are going to subconsciously make it so. All this leads down a spiral of never achieving as much as you could, and all because of a perception that may or may not be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a way to help you gain confidence and try to extend yourself, try this method: How would [use a name of someone you think would do well at this project] do this? You might be surprised at what you can accomplish, and the gains in self confidence that this can produce. After all, if you can imagine yourself being down, you can also imagine yourself being up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might be better than you think - if only you had the confidence to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-207328570697463201?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/207328570697463201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=207328570697463201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/207328570697463201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/207328570697463201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/proteus-effect.html' title='The Proteus Effect'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-826409425812053976</id><published>2009-10-06T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:28:22.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>The Pittsburgh Left</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been at a traffic light and when the light turns green, the car opposite you quickly turns left across the intersection  without an arrow while you are going straight? Apparently it is a common custom here in Pittsburgh. We kept seeing it happen, and every once in a while someone would comment about it. It is quirky enough that it made it into the book  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1248889365&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Traffic&lt;/a&gt;, 226):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pittsburgh_Left"&gt;Pittsburgh Left&lt;/a&gt; is "that act of of driving practiced primarily in the Steel City (but also in Beijing) in which the change of a traffic light to green is an 'unofficial' signal for a left-turning driver to quickly bolt across the oncoming traffic."&lt;/blockquote&gt;It makes me think of what a hurry many of us tend to be in, rushing to here and there to get this and that done. Have you stopped to think about what it is that you are such a hurry to get to? I know you might have these commitments, but how many of them? And to what effect?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we have created this sense of urgency and hurry to &lt;i&gt;keep&lt;/i&gt; from thinking those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-826409425812053976?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/826409425812053976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=826409425812053976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/826409425812053976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/826409425812053976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/pittsburgh-left.html' title='The Pittsburgh Left'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7483350168865085802</id><published>2009-09-29T08:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:11:35.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Facts'/><title type='text'>Have you had corn today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SsKTx1X7YhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VRpJIgbo4XQ/s1600-h/corn-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SsKTx1X7YhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VRpJIgbo4XQ/s320/corn-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387030588638847506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You did, whether you know it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this quote from the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Free-Future-Radical-Chris-Anderson/dp/1401322905/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254265076&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Free&lt;/a&gt; (47):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Historians often look at the great civilizations of the ancient world through the lens of three grains: rice, wheat, and corn. Rice is protein-rich but extremely hard to grow. Wheat is easy to grow but protein-poor. Only corn is both easy to grow and plump with protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What historians have observed is that the protein/labor ratio of these grains influenced the course of civilizations based on them. The higher the ratio, the more "social surplus" the people eating that grain had, since they could feed themselves with less work. The effect of this was not always positive. Rice and wheat societies tended to be agrarian, inwardly focused cultures, presumably because the process of raising the crops took so much of their energy. But corn cultures - the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_civilization"&gt;Mayans&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aztec"&gt;Aztecs&lt;/a&gt; - had spare time and energy, which they often used to attack their neighbors. By this analysis, corn's abundance made the Aztecs warlike.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It is an interesting theory. Of course, there are way too many variables to say that growing corn is the reason why those people groups were war-like, but it does lead you to think about what people do with their left-over energy. In fact, there are a lot of things you can do with your spare energy such as being altruistic, using your imagination, research and innovate, and artwork. But of course, that free time also means that you don't have to be as team oriented because you aren't as reliant on others. I certainly hope we are not destined, because we eat more corn than you ever realized.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, we use corn for more than just food. Between synthetic fertilizer and breeding techniques that make corn the most efficient converter of sunlight and water to starch the world has ever seen, we are now swimming in a golden harvest of plenty - far more than we can eat. So corn has become an industrial feedstock for products of all sorts, from paint to packaging. Cheap corn has driven out many other foods from our diet and converted natural grass-eating animals, such as cows, into corn-processing machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Michael Pollan points out in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Omnivores-Dilemma-Natural-History-Meals/dp/0143038583/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254265428&amp;amp;sr=1-1-spell"&gt;The Ominivore's Dilemna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, a chicken nugget "piles corn upon corn: what chicken it contains consists of corn [its feed], but so do the nugget's other constituents, including the modified corn starch that blues the thing together, the corn flour in the batter and the corn oil in which it is fried. Much less obviously, the leavenings and the lecithin, the mono-, di- and triglycerides, the attractive golden color and even the citric acid that keeps the nugget fresh can all be derived from corn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quarter of all the products found in an average supermarket today contain corn, Pollan writes. And that goes for the nonfood items, too! From toothpaste and cosmetics to disposable diapers and cleansers, everything contains corn, even the cardboard they're boxed in. Even the supermarket itself, with its wallboard and joint compound, linoleum and adhesives, is built on corn.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's worth it to know what you are eating - not only for the dietary reasons, but maybe so you don't find yourself thinking war-like thoughts with your neighbors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7483350168865085802?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7483350168865085802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7483350168865085802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7483350168865085802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7483350168865085802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-you-had-corn-today.html' title='Have you had corn today?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SsKTx1X7YhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/VRpJIgbo4XQ/s72-c/corn-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2884548396239304289</id><published>2009-09-29T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:00:05.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Knife, Red Dripping</title><content type='html'>A knife, red dripping.&lt;br /&gt;It reaches.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing you, then shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Look here, it says,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my edge, my smiling edge.&lt;br /&gt;Feel what I am made for.&lt;br /&gt;The rug clings to your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;It cries, Someone&lt;br /&gt;Has stained my coat!&lt;br /&gt;A piece of shirt lies choking and&lt;br /&gt;Gagging.&lt;br /&gt;The wall turns 'round,&lt;br /&gt;Silently shaking its head.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the body,&lt;br /&gt;You ask knowingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2884548396239304289?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2884548396239304289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2884548396239304289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2884548396239304289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2884548396239304289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/knife-red-dripping.html' title='A Knife, Red Dripping'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7645066177510232841</id><published>2009-09-24T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:37:06.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Market'/><title type='text'>Monty Python's letter to you masses</title><content type='html'>How many people have heard the music industry whine and complain about how their industry is changing? OK, you can put your hand down. I'm sure the horse and buggy industry talked about the downfall of everything if cars kept being produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the music industry isn't the only one being "hurt" by people taking intellectual property that isn't theirs and distributing it. Software and video have the same problem. What do you do if you can't beat them? C'mon, you know the answer - join them, but do it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Free-Future-Radical-Chris-Anderson/dp/1401322905/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1253750182&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Free: The Future of a Radical Price&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Anderson_(writer)"&gt;Chris Anderson&lt;/a&gt; talks about why we should embrace the coming price revolution and how to use it to our advantage. In the first chapter he describes Monty Python's response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November 2008, the surviving members of the original &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monty_python"&gt;Monty Python&lt;/a&gt; team, stunned by the extent of digital piracy of their videos, issued a very stern announcement on YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;For 3 years you YouTubers have been ripping us off, taking tens of thousands of our videos and putting them on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Now the tables are turned. It's time for us to take matters into our own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know who you are, we know where you live and we could come after you in ways too horrible to tell. But being the extraordinarily nice chaps we are, we've figured a better way to get our own back: We've launched our own Monty Python channel on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more of those crap quality videos you've been posting. We're giving you the real thing - high quality videos delivered straight from our vault. What's more, we're taking our most viewed clips and uploading brand new high quality versions. And what's even more, we're letting you see absolutely everything for free. So there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we want something in return. None of your driveling, mindless comments. Instead, we want you to click on the links, buy our movies &amp;amp; TV shows and soften our pain and disgust at being ripped off all these years.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Many people think about releasing their "stuff" for free, or even worse someone else doing it, and panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like Google's approach: let's do something great, and we'll figure out how to make money off it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were the results of Monty Python's response? Three months later, the results of this rash experiment with Free were in. Monty Python's DVDs had climbed to No. 2 on Amazon's Movies and TV best-sellers list, with increased sales of 23,000 percent. Did everyone buy a DVD? Of course not, probably very few of those who watched. But if you are doing it only for money, you are in the wrong business anyway. Their appeal and influence spread far beyond DVD reach and was available to new generations, some of whom wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic. Use your imagination, and do something great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7645066177510232841?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7645066177510232841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7645066177510232841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7645066177510232841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7645066177510232841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/monty-pythons-letter-to-you-masses.html' title='Monty Python&apos;s letter to you masses'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-8002085916781943542</id><published>2009-09-22T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:00:01.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Fate, Are We Clouds Shaped</title><content type='html'>Fate, are we clouds shaped, &lt;br /&gt;bent and rolling by the mere blowing of the wind?&lt;br /&gt;Of hardly any substance, just enough&lt;br /&gt;might we catch a sight,&lt;br /&gt;a lieu till another form assumed anew?&lt;br /&gt;Say, can we not, "No,&lt;br /&gt;I will not go with thee, O Wind, I defy&lt;br /&gt;direction, for a different path I intend to run!"&lt;br /&gt;Can we not hold back when&lt;br /&gt;a temperature high or low must incur&lt;br /&gt;the substance of our lives to spew in a dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold my energy from thee,&lt;br /&gt;O Land, do not call forth your lightning hand&lt;br /&gt;snatching my inner strength till I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I search tragically over this terra's girth&lt;br /&gt;for answers that are hidden lore:&lt;br /&gt;to expose the birth and death of this aging cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I&lt;br /&gt;be an endless pattern in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;hints of myriad movements,&lt;br /&gt;dry wetness in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-8002085916781943542?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8002085916781943542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=8002085916781943542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8002085916781943542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8002085916781943542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/fate-are-we-clouds-shaped.html' title='Fate, Are We Clouds Shaped'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6207937140866428008</id><published>2009-09-21T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:25:19.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recognition'/><title type='text'>The last career guide post I'll ever write</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SrgLPaniePI/AAAAAAAAAJI/czoTv1makWY/s1600-h/johnny-bunko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SrgLPaniePI/AAAAAAAAAJI/czoTv1makWY/s320/johnny-bunko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384065713992530162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Johnny-Bunko-Career-Guide/dp/1594482918/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1253570688&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Adventure of Johnny Bunko: The Last Career Guide You'll Ever Need&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_H._Pink"&gt;Daniel H. Pink&lt;/a&gt;. It is not your normal nonfiction/business book, even for the business books that tell a didactic story. It is written/drawn in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manga"&gt;manga&lt;/a&gt; style, which made it actually a fun read and something very different. While I am not much of a fan of manga - those Asian cartoons that are basically single drawings of kids with spiky hair that are always going "pow" or something - it didn't feel like a book you had to wade through. Kudos to Pink for trying something new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the gist of it by providing the 6 rules that the magic business fairy tells Bunko when he breaks open some chopsticks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is no plan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Think strengths, not weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's not about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Persistence trumps talent.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make excellent mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Leave an imprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read much from authors such as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Seligman"&gt;Martin Seligman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcus_Buckingham"&gt;Marcus Buckingham&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mihaly_Csikszentmihalyi"&gt;Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi&lt;/a&gt;, then it is mostly a rehash. But it is leftovers from a great meal. All of the "rules" are based on living your life from principles rather than trying to manipulate the future - which is basically the point of number one (my favorite). You never know what might happen, and if you aren't open to opportunities, then you'll miss out because you had a "plan." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that plans are bad, but they should be drafts based on values and principles rather than set in stone. The problem is that sometimes this comes at odds with the particular context. For example, rule number 5 says that you should shoot for the moon knowing that sometimes you will fail. But what happens if you are in a context that doesn't particularly like taking risks. Been there. Pink says that we shouldn't just be walking around on clouds hoping life works out, but we should be "enlightened pragmatists." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked what the book had to say, but it is certainly no short term fix for those struggling in this economy. Where you can take his advice is to volunteer your skills and passions or take a different look at how you fit into your current company. If you are interested in more, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.johnnybunko.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, Mata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6207937140866428008?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6207937140866428008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6207937140866428008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6207937140866428008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6207937140866428008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-career-guide-post-ill-ever-write.html' title='The last career guide post I&apos;ll ever write'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SrgLPaniePI/AAAAAAAAAJI/czoTv1makWY/s72-c/johnny-bunko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5443220362188397700</id><published>2009-09-17T08:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:08:23.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Stuff'/><title type='text'>Why not try?</title><content type='html'>This all started when Autumn told me a few nights ago as she was sitting in her bed before lights out: "I'm writing a letter to Vietnam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just can't walk out on a conversation starter like that. Now, my daughter has perfected the art of stalling before bed-time. She comes at it from many different angles - the slow drag towards the room, finding reasons to come back out, needing a drink, having something important to tell us - you name, she's tried it. And generally it works on me, but her mom seems to be immune to most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she really had just drafted a chain of two letters that she was sending out. She noticed that the journal she was writing in was made in Vietnam so she wanted to write them a letter thanking them for making the journal that she was writing in. To do that, she was also writing a letter to the company that sold the journal asking them to forward the other letter to the people who made it in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I love about my daughter - she has a why-not, go-get'em attitude. You have to explain, many times and many different ways, why you think she shouldn't do something because she has a lot of out-there ideas. But really, why not let her try? Most of the time she's very effective at getting it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, why haven't you tried some of those ideas that you've been sitting on but seem kind of out there? What do you have to lose? Life can be an adventure - make it something worth writing home about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5443220362188397700?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5443220362188397700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5443220362188397700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5443220362188397700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5443220362188397700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-not-try.html' title='Why not try?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1186220328355208906</id><published>2009-09-16T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:00:04.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant Waterslide</title><content type='html'>This one is just fun to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1980&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1980&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1186220328355208906?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1186220328355208906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1186220328355208906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1186220328355208906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1186220328355208906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/giant-waterslide.html' title='Giant Waterslide'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7403898647133594362</id><published>2009-09-15T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T06:00:02.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Where Are The Fields</title><content type='html'>Where are the fields&lt;br /&gt;that would shift&lt;br /&gt;with color, pieces coming&lt;br /&gt;and going&lt;br /&gt;in an exchange with the sky&lt;br /&gt;and would, of one moment,&lt;br /&gt;call out in echoing cries&lt;br /&gt;as it lifted into the heavens&lt;br /&gt;with a thousand flowing wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will look upon&lt;br /&gt;that giant wonder&lt;br /&gt;of white animation, &lt;br /&gt;seeming metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;on that overhead canvas:&lt;br /&gt;in majestic silence they come,&lt;br /&gt;a mighty avalanche&lt;br /&gt;of unfolding creatures and sights&lt;br /&gt;rolling past lingering eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old memories are the scenes&lt;br /&gt;of innocent beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7403898647133594362?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7403898647133594362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7403898647133594362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7403898647133594362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7403898647133594362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-are-fields.html' title='Where Are The Fields'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6850142827668295166</id><published>2009-09-14T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:00:04.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Pandemic</title><content type='html'>The word "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandemic"&gt;pandemic&lt;/a&gt;" conjures images of something very bad waiting to spread. In today's world, which is becoming urbanized and travel is easy and world-wide, this is a very real threat. Interestingly, games have popped up around this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the &lt;a href="http://www.crazymonkeygames.com/Pandemic.html"&gt;flash video game&lt;/a&gt; in which you are a virus trying to kill off the world. You are trying to mutate and spread before you can become contained. It's you against the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the &lt;a href="http://www.zmangames.com/boardgames/pandemic.htm"&gt;board game&lt;/a&gt; my wife and I played recently with the Willisses (Shayna - this is for you). In this version, you try and contain the virus. It was interesting because instead of people or teams competing against each other, everybody had to work together to try and stop the virus from spreading. Everybody wins or everybody loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wins or everybody loses. It is a very strange concept when we talk games, and really about our way of life. In other games, you race to get the most points or to get to the finish line. You do what you have to in sports to score more points than the other team. There are winners and there are losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it spills out into other areas of life. We do what we have to to get a better grade than the other people in class. We work harder than co-workers to get the promotion. Bonuses are dealt out by ranking. We compete for attention. Relationships have battlegrounds. If I don't take, someone else will and I will lose out. If I stay with the crowd, I remain average - and who wants average?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it be like if you played the game of real life as if everybody wins or everybody loses? You pull hard for that family member; because if they lose, you can't replace family. You go overboard to help the struggling co-worker; because if they get left behind or are fired, the company loses money and you lose learning how to be a great team member. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing over others may be the loneliest spot, and ultimately the loser - by making everything a competition we are spreading a pandemic of individuality. Using diverse talents and gifts to help raise the group makes everyone a winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6850142827668295166?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6850142827668295166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6850142827668295166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6850142827668295166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6850142827668295166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/pandemic.html' title='Pandemic'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6382581215014584231</id><published>2009-09-11T09:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:37:11.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Facts'/><title type='text'>You don't think the way you think you think</title><content type='html'>I love this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bertrand_russel"&gt;Bertrand Russell&lt;/a&gt; quote: "It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is take a good look at the G-20 convention and protests going on this week in Pittsburgh to see that often we have no rational idea of why we do the things we do. For example, how do &lt;a href="http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/pittsburghtrib/news/pittsburgh/s_644908.html"&gt;destructive actions&lt;/a&gt; promote change to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; people? "The atmosphere turned destructive along Forbes Avenue, where storefronts, including Pamela's Diner, were smashed in. Windows at the campus police station also were damaged. Businesses on South Craig Street also were vandalized, including Irish Design Center and Quiznos." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go to vandalism to find irrational behavior. You can pretty much look anywhere you want. In the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-Customers-Are-Irrational-Understanding/dp/0814414214/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1252694657&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;All Customers Are Irrational&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (5), the author talks about how, if you really want to predict future behavior, you absolutely do not try to answer with rational explanations. As it turns out, the answer to predicting future behavior is quite rational - you look at past behavior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Trying to find a rational answer for why you do things is much more difficult than you think. Rather than the subconscious being that part of the brain that kicks in here and there but usually handles the most basic stuff and our conscious part of the brain being, well, the brain of the operations, it is the other way around - only about 5% of the conscious portion of our brains being used to make decisions, and it is usually being notified after the decision has been made. &lt;/blockquote&gt;What that means is that you don't really know why you often do things, instead you are generally justifying why you did that after the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash: we humans are pretty complex creatures. We are far more emotional and communal, sometimes in strange ways, than we are rational. Understand this, and we may have something that can help our businesses, our jobs, and our relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6382581215014584231?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6382581215014584231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6382581215014584231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6382581215014584231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6382581215014584231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-dont-think-way-you-think-you-think.html' title='You don&apos;t think the way you think you think'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6079490091389487585</id><published>2009-09-11T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:19:33.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Master your art</title><content type='html'>There is probably no more famous teacher of writing screenplays than &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_mckee"&gt;Robert McKee&lt;/a&gt;. If you are not sure who he is, maybe you saw him portrayed in the brilliant movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adaptation."&gt;Adaptation&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Story-Substance-Structure-Principles-Screenwriting/dp/0060391685/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1252673785&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Story&lt;/a&gt;, McKee says this near the front: Story is about thoroughness, not shortcuts. It is about mastering the art. You can see when people have short-circuited the process, have gone for the easy fix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to do that in real life? Aren't there times when we just need to take the shortcut at work because of deadlines and the every-day minutia that beats you down? Aren't there times when we should just go for the easy fix because the alternative means pain and a long haul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard answer is is no, there is no good time to go for the shortcut. Even in deadlines, there should be a struggle, there should be sweat, blood, and tears to give it the best; and then work hard to understand how it can be better next time. It is what separates great companies from the pack, your favorite products from the has-beens, the best friends from the acquaintances, the growing parents from the oh-well ones. And the great movies from that fourth installment just trying to make money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6079490091389487585?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6079490091389487585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6079490091389487585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6079490091389487585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6079490091389487585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/master-your-art.html' title='Master your art'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5922946231034051149</id><published>2009-09-09T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:00:00.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Listening to unlikely sources</title><content type='html'>Who do you go to for advice when you really need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting quote from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serena_williams"&gt;Serena Williams&lt;/a&gt; about the &lt;a href="http://www.usopen.org/en_US/index.html"&gt;2009 U.S. Open&lt;/a&gt; in this &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/tennis/open/2009-09-04-usopen-day5_N.htm?csp=usat.me"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; from USA Today:&lt;blockquote&gt;With the way things are going, some of the top women might be open to advice. Even the younger Williams listened to some unsolicited tips at Arthur Ashe Stadium. "I heard a guy in the crowd saying, 'Stop hitting lobs!' So I didn't hit any more lobs after that," she said with a chuckle. "My lob was not working today."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I love that she was actually listening to the crowd! I really thought professionals try to tune out anything but cheers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose tuning things out is difficult to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many of us really have anyone to go to when something is pressing and you need to know: do I continue going this way, or take another path? I have asked different people in my life over the last 15 years to do this for me - to listen to my issues and help me think through them, to help me set life goals, etc., with mixed results. But it generally helped having someone to talk to that comes from a different vantage point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think we need to be careful about handing out advice. Is your advice really what is best for them, or is it self-serving in some kind of way? Is it really the type of advice they need, or when they need to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually give the soccer parents for teams that I am coaching an opening lecture on not giving sideline advice during a game. Their direction may be contrary to what the coaches have asked the boys to do, and at best it is distracting them from what is going on. And frankly, the parents don't have the same vantage point that the boys or girls do (an eight-year-old in the middle of a game with a ball flying around and trying to remember everything from practice). But the best reason is that the boys or girls need to learn to make soccer decisions &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; come gametime rather than learning to follow constant directions. There is time for advice and time to just cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to unlikely sources - you may need to hear something that puts it in a different perspective. And provide advice carefully, when it is asked for - you may be more influential than you realize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5922946231034051149?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5922946231034051149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5922946231034051149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5922946231034051149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5922946231034051149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/listening-to-unlikely-sources.html' title='Listening to unlikely sources'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6403450002340146527</id><published>2009-09-08T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:00:01.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Shall I Speak</title><content type='html'>Shall I speak now of a colored rose&lt;br /&gt;or flowers melded in full bloom&lt;br /&gt;in a valley whence the cool breeze flows&lt;br /&gt;in a soft embrace for the languorous releasing &lt;br /&gt;of the untamed essence of Nature's perfume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I would of my sweet sorrow sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I then reminisce of days now past;&lt;br /&gt;echoes of then, when to be was enough,&lt;br /&gt;as time stood still but the moment would never last;&lt;br /&gt;of a soul warmed in the radiance of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;a grasping of that which dreams are made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All memory is in that parting kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I hope for Hyperion to rise again,&lt;br /&gt;will he break the darkness with his chariot alight;&lt;br /&gt;should I attempt to steal, to the God's chagrin,&lt;br /&gt;that spark that sets my world on fire&lt;br /&gt;breaking the fear of my ever-midnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hope is there in mortal desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6403450002340146527?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6403450002340146527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6403450002340146527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6403450002340146527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6403450002340146527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/shall-i-speak.html' title='Shall I Speak'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-670454342035761274</id><published>2009-09-04T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:00:01.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Stuff'/><title type='text'>You did what?</title><content type='html'>So my seven-year old came home with a paper on what he did the first week of school. It said: "We did adding. We did writing. We did subtracting. We did morning meeting. We did &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;groping&lt;/span&gt;." After a little more careful examination we find out that it was "graphing." I know kids are learning lots these days, but I'm thankful he wasn't holding more than his paper and pencil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-670454342035761274?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/670454342035761274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=670454342035761274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/670454342035761274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/670454342035761274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-did-what.html' title='You did what?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1279890361076412046</id><published>2009-09-03T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:00:00.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>There's Another Mall I'll Never Visit</title><content type='html'>There's another mall I'll never visit,&lt;br /&gt;There's another credit card I'll never use.&lt;br /&gt;Technology is outproducing the consumer:&lt;br /&gt;More toys, forthwith artifacts, that bamboozle the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another way to arrest my mind and waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;What choice do I have but to refuse to choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1279890361076412046?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1279890361076412046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1279890361076412046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1279890361076412046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1279890361076412046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-another-mall-ill-never-visit.html' title='There&apos;s Another Mall I&apos;ll Never Visit'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7589861718690943288</id><published>2009-09-02T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:00:06.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Startling Society'/><title type='text'>Entitlement</title><content type='html'>What do you deserve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Narcissism-Epidemic-Living-Age-Entitlement/dp/1416575987/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1249502192&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Narcissism Epidemic&lt;/a&gt; (232) showed a study in which the results were startling - not because you didn't expect them, but for how prevalent they were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A survey of college students published in 2008 confirmed these perceptions [students now believe they deserve good grades rather than having to earn them]. Two-thirds of students believed their professor should give them special consideration if they explained they were trying hard. One-third believed they deserved at least a B just for attending class. And one-third thought they should be able to reschedule their final exam if it interfered with their vacation plans.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So what do you deserve? And based on what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder about the correlation between a sense of entitlement and a sense of responsibility. As a parent, I also wonder how you teach your kids that life doesn't come on a silver platter, yet also provide loving gifts. I'm sure there is a balance, yet I think most people believe they are in that middle ground. Maybe if I just explain to my kids that I tried really hard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7589861718690943288?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7589861718690943288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7589861718690943288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7589861718690943288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7589861718690943288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/entitlement.html' title='Entitlement'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-120034995006893972</id><published>2009-09-01T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T06:00:02.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Look At The Boy</title><content type='html'>Look at the boy&lt;br /&gt;choking the air with dust as he runs&lt;br /&gt;in and out&lt;br /&gt;among the briars and branches,&lt;br /&gt;brown and musty green mixing&lt;br /&gt;in a humdrum pattern,&lt;br /&gt;suiting this inverted taco with a tail&lt;br /&gt;perfectly.  As the armadillo rests&lt;br /&gt;amazingly hid, &lt;br /&gt;the boy looks&lt;br /&gt;he knows his goal is near.&lt;br /&gt;The mask is removed,&lt;br /&gt;the mad chase continues&lt;br /&gt;as the animal goes&lt;br /&gt;here and there&lt;br /&gt;weaving the untraceable.&lt;br /&gt;Almost, oh so close, comes the boy&lt;br /&gt;to grabbing the tail. But the armadillo,&lt;br /&gt;antagonizing, moves quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone cheers the boy on,&lt;br /&gt;knowing he can't win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-120034995006893972?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/120034995006893972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=120034995006893972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/120034995006893972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/120034995006893972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-at-boy.html' title='Look At The Boy'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5195152886748806999</id><published>2009-08-31T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T06:00:02.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Facts'/><title type='text'>Say NO to blindspots</title><content type='html'>Here is a neat trick I learned from the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1251677264&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Traffic&lt;/a&gt; to get rid of blindspots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting in the driver's seat, lean your head against the driver's side window. Now adjust your mirror so that the edge of your sight barely touches your car. Lean right so that your head is between the driver's seat and the passenger seat and do the same thing for the passenger side mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit back upright, the mirrors will probably be facing further out than you are used to, but it should show cars in the side mirrors that you can't see in the rear-view mirror. This is all assuming you actually use the mirrors...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5195152886748806999?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5195152886748806999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5195152886748806999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5195152886748806999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5195152886748806999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/say-no-to-blindspots.html' title='Say NO to blindspots'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2609641531901846896</id><published>2009-08-28T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:00:05.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>A solution to congestion (you're not going to like it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vivid.ro/images/88/congestion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.vivid.ro/images/88/congestion.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a solution to all that congestion. It's going to cost you find out what it is. From &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1248889365&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Traffic&lt;/a&gt;, (148):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Parking may be part of the problem of urban traffic congestion. Cars spend 95 percent of their time parked. One survey found that a third of cards entering lower Manhattan were headed to free or subsidized parking spots. If those spots were not free or subsidized, there would be fewer drivers during the morning rush hour. Ironically, near the Department of Transportation itself, the streets are filled with DOT vehicles bearing special parking permits.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;When the city of Copenhagen was looking to reduce the number of cars entering the central city in favor of bicycles and other modes of transportation, it had a very crafty strategy: Get rid of parking, but without anyone noticing. From 1994 to 2005, Copenhagen cut parking spaces in the city center from 14,000 to 11,500, replacing the spaces with things like parks and bicycle lanes. Over that same time, not accidentally, bicycle traffic rose by some 40 percent - a third of people commuting to work now go by bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the time when you are driving down congested downtown streets, many of the cars are looking for parking. Garages are around five times more expensive than street parking; therefore, many people cruise around causing congestion looking for cheaper spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Donald Shoup and his researchers tracked cars looking for parking near UCLA (they rode bikes, so other cars would not think they were looking for parking and throw off the results), they found that on an average day cars in one fifteen-block section drove some 3,600 miles - more than the width of the entire country - searching for a spot. One car stopped on a two-lane street creates a bottleneck that cuts traffic capacity in half.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Shoup's solution - charge more for parking on the street. Then people will use the garages rather than getting in my way. I like the idea most of the time - except when I am going to eat at Lulu's downtown and only want to park for an hour. Then I am one of those annoying people slowing everyone down, waiting for cars to move, and backing into a spot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a better solution - let everyone work from home at least two days a week. Stop making "time sitting at a desk" a performance review; start making results as what really counts. People can make results happen from all over the place, and often results happen the least in the cube. But more ranting on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2609641531901846896?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2609641531901846896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2609641531901846896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2609641531901846896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2609641531901846896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/solution-to-congestion-youre-not-going.html' title='A solution to congestion (you&apos;re not going to like it)'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5357234248494635552</id><published>2009-08-26T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:00:00.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Facts'/><title type='text'>Roundabouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SpLaTSWCVcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HU1B3_V2rE8/s1600-h/overzichtsfoto-laweiplein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SpLaTSWCVcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HU1B3_V2rE8/s320/overzichtsfoto-laweiplein.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373597330283058626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've loved roundabouts from the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; driving. They seemed to make sense because when you were at an intersection, many cars could be moving to their destinations whereas at a stop sign only one or two generally go at a time. Many people that I have known over the years don't like them, and some even fear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I finally feel vindicated (lately I have to derive some kind of pleasure even from the small things). The pictured roundabout from Laweiplein is a cool one that incorporates cyclists and pedestrians in a high volume area - and was incredibly effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1248889365&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, (124):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"A properly designed roundabout can reduce delays by up to 65 percent over an intersection with traffic signals or stop signs. Sure, an individual driver who has a green light may fly through a signalized intersection much more quickly than through a roundabout. Roughly half the time, however, the light will not be green; and even if it is green there is often a rolling queue of vehicles just starting up from the previous red."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5357234248494635552?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5357234248494635552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5357234248494635552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5357234248494635552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5357234248494635552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/roundabouts.html' title='Roundabouts'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SpLaTSWCVcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HU1B3_V2rE8/s72-c/overzichtsfoto-laweiplein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3353826255063692078</id><published>2009-08-25T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:00:04.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Winter Past</title><content type='html'>Search me now and see me gently&lt;br /&gt;idle into that soft green meadow&lt;br /&gt;where the spring breeze is whispering softly&lt;br /&gt;to the lazy rows of lush grass weaving&lt;br /&gt;of an elusive past; but now the meaning&lt;br /&gt;this wake-up call is singing is of a time to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside at the water barely ripple&lt;br /&gt;moving slowly towards the outlying earth&lt;br /&gt;to encompass the pond while the minute movements trickle&lt;br /&gt;in remembrance; but at the moment&lt;br /&gt;it is enough to have your energy spent&lt;br /&gt;in circling the water and measuring its girth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be still, my heart, in peace and tranquil ease;&lt;br /&gt;but stir not that dark memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3353826255063692078?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3353826255063692078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3353826255063692078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3353826255063692078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3353826255063692078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/winter-past.html' title='Winter Past'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-158929745280187052</id><published>2009-08-24T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T06:00:03.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Stuff'/><title type='text'>Parental delegation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SpAV8-H-zZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zy-CXBRFtfg/s1600-h/sumo_mismatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SpAV8-H-zZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zy-CXBRFtfg/s320/sumo_mismatch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372818492665810322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the beginning of the week the kids were arguing and I was on their case about and we were all upset. We have spent a lot of time together this summer, much of it in close quarters and it is bound to happen. Overall, our kids get along very well. But it had been going on consistently lately and we had to do something about it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came up with my best parental solution of the summer (which may not be saying much) - the kids were all sent to one room and were not allowed to leave until they figured out a better solution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty quiet the first thirty minutes. After that, I could hear some laughing. After about an hour, they came out and showed me their solution. It was very good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They created a chart with their names on it. For each time that they are rude or are raising their voices, they get an X next to their name. When they get three Xs, they have to work for an hour or they lose screen privileges (computer, TV, video games). They had lines for each of them to sign their signature saying that they agreed to the stipulations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part - it was a deterrent that they bought into. When they are caught using words that are not nice, they know and accept the result. It also doesn't punish every single mistake, but gives them a chance to see what is happening over time. It also keeps me from grumping at them every single time something happens, a standard parental response that really does very little to help train them in new behavior patterns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also signed off on the agreement. So far this week I'm doing pretty good - only one X.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-158929745280187052?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/158929745280187052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=158929745280187052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/158929745280187052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/158929745280187052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/parental-delegation.html' title='Parental delegation'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SpAV8-H-zZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Zy-CXBRFtfg/s72-c/sumo_mismatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1653658448216758499</id><published>2009-08-21T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:00:00.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coverup'/><title type='text'>Cellphone driving coverup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/So16E2A__BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/m7kh4OlCIsI/s1600-h/mobiles-and-driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/So16E2A__BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/m7kh4OlCIsI/s320/mobiles-and-driving.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372084154160643090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you talk on your cellphone while driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is an interesting expectation that we can drive thousands of pounds of metal at speeds humans are not meant to go while distracted - and assume nothing will happen. But accidents do happen. The problem is that we do it once and nothing serious results so we take that to mean that nothing ever will. Near misses for some reason do not compute. But for the sake of myself and to be a model for my children, who are future drivers that are only a few years away from license (gulp!), I'm trying to wean myself from the phone while driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is so convenient. There are all those ten minutes here and twenty minutes there when I can have a conversation. Or when someone calls and it is easy to justify just chatting briefly. It really is hard to remember when we didn't have phones in our vehicles and somehow we managed to survive (as a teen driver, "survive" is probably the best grade that you could have given me even without the cellphone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an amazing fact about technology - people can leave messages. Or even if they don't, I still know who called and can call back again soon. If it is an emergency, I can pull over and make the call. So if you see me talking on the phone in the car, you have permission to give me a kick in the rear (after we've gotten out of the car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is amazing is that there may be a coverup on the risks. A study on the risks of driving with cellphones is &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/21/technology/21distracted.html?_r=2&amp;amp;scp=10&amp;amp;sq=cell%20phones&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;being covered up&lt;/a&gt; reports the New York Times. Somehow money must be involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1653658448216758499?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1653658448216758499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1653658448216758499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1653658448216758499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1653658448216758499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/cellphone-driving-coverup.html' title='Cellphone driving coverup'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/So16E2A__BI/AAAAAAAAAIw/m7kh4OlCIsI/s72-c/mobiles-and-driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2281517678393350229</id><published>2009-08-20T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T06:00:03.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>there are those quiet moments &lt;br /&gt;in life, where time passes slowly, &lt;br /&gt;that I can soak &lt;br /&gt;in the beauty of a stroll &lt;br /&gt;through a garden. You know &lt;br /&gt;of my retreats where I take passage &lt;br /&gt;in my secret gardens, those places &lt;br /&gt;not so hidden:&lt;br /&gt;the butterfly &lt;br /&gt;eden, the hinterland &lt;br /&gt;view, the encroaching &lt;br /&gt;deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;br /&gt;capture my thoughts &lt;br /&gt;in those refreshing pauses &lt;br /&gt;where I can gather myself; &lt;br /&gt;a still moment of beauty &lt;br /&gt;that is a joy, a drink &lt;br /&gt;from a private and pure fountain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;“Dear lover and friend, you’re a secret garden, a private and pure fountain.” -- Song of Solomon 4:12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2281517678393350229?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2281517678393350229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2281517678393350229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2281517678393350229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2281517678393350229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-secret-garden.html' title='My Secret Garden'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3641541452821472417</id><published>2009-08-19T07:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:46:00.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humdinger'/><title type='text'>The road you are on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Soauq8Fs8bI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-2okwQKTsvc/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Soauq8Fs8bI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-2okwQKTsvc/s320/road.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370171658393678258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Roads are what we make of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those words struck me and I can't get them out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come from the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1250339237&amp;sr=8-3"&gt;Traffic&lt;/a&gt; by Tom Vanderbilt (181) from a chapter in which he is describing a trip he took in Spain. One road he mistakenly took was through rural Spain that turned out to be "a climbing, twisting, broken-asphalt nightmare of blind hairpin turns." One of the few signs he saw said PELIGRO. How did he do? Just fine - because he took it incredibly slow and was intently focused on trying not to drive off the edge of a cliff. Later he was on a smooth, flat road with plenty of visibility and plenty of signage. What happened? He was so bored he started to fall asleep and almost ran off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions like this are examples of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peltzman_effect"&gt;Peltzman Effect&lt;/a&gt;: the idea that when given warning signals or when provided with a safer environment, people tend to then offset the safety efforts by behaving in riskier ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be on a safe road and make it dangerous by our actions, or lack of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can have a care-free day and fill it with worry. We can drive along with great company and fill it with silence. We can take a challenging road and grow with it, or avoid it all-together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our parenting, marriages, relationships, work, recreation, school, abilities, styles ... are what we make of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roads are what we make of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3641541452821472417?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3641541452821472417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3641541452821472417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3641541452821472417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3641541452821472417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-you-are-on.html' title='The road you are on'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Soauq8Fs8bI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-2okwQKTsvc/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6878156122311699073</id><published>2009-08-18T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:00:00.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Swinging</title><content type='html'>Sitting high, freedom calling;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gripping tight to earth-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bound chains.&lt;br /&gt;Chest forward, ground rushing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ripping wind over face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;past blur of soft green.&lt;br /&gt;Legs reaching, sky entreating;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;falling to the smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of sweet honeysuckle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6878156122311699073?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6878156122311699073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6878156122311699073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6878156122311699073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6878156122311699073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/swinging.html' title='Swinging'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7831752612826993746</id><published>2009-08-17T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:00:04.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>As part of my desire to be some shape other than round, I'm trying to swim laps once or twice a week. I've been working on a new &lt;a href="http://www.fourhourworkweek.com/blog/2008/08/13/total-immersion-how-i-learned-to-swim-effortlessly-in-10-days-and-you-can-too/"&gt;swimming technique&lt;/a&gt; and so far it has been fabulous. I'm getting the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743253434/ref=s9_simz_gw_s0_p14_t1?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;pf_rd_s=center-2&amp;pf_rd_r=12GQ40RRZ0RCND3TBMNS&amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;pf_rd_p=470938631&amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; from the library, but so far I can swim at least twice as far as I could previously and with much less effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7831752612826993746?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7831752612826993746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7831752612826993746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7831752612826993746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7831752612826993746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5431424440290322586</id><published>2009-08-14T06:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:00:08.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Stuff'/><title type='text'>In some kind of shape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SoL_K1sj_EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uWiQ65F9TVA/s1600-h/Race.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SoL_K1sj_EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uWiQ65F9TVA/s320/Race.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369134267456814146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently been working on my physical condition. Not too long ago I was running in place with my oldest son using the &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/wiifit/launch/?ref=http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&amp;rls=en-us&amp;q=wii+fit&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8"&gt;Wii Fit&lt;/a&gt; when he thought it was funny that he left me behind. I tried to make myself feel better by pointing out some flawed techniques with his running style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest son was emboldened by the spanking I received from his older sibling so the seven year-old challenged me to a race with the Fit. He totally dominated me. I resolved to get back into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off by jogging around the track with my ten year-old daughter. Now, she is in great shape. She scampers up the climbing wall and plays year-round soccer on a cup team, the top level for our area. I like a pretty fast pace but I thought I would take it easy on her and stay with her so it could be a bonding thing. Turns out it was all I could do to keep up with her at her pace. She was always five steps ahead and looking back telling me to hurry up. After about a half a mile at her pace I knew I couldn't last much longer, so I thought I would be funny if I passed her. As soon as she saw me coming she took off and lapped me before I could finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and I went again earlier this week. This time I kept up with her for the first .75 of a mile run, and then she just took off. She kept going around until I finished, and on the last lap I was proud of myself because we sprinted to the finish line. While I was leaning over trying to catch my breath, she was adjusting her flipflops. I may need another month to keep up with her if she wears running shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5431424440290322586?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5431424440290322586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5431424440290322586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5431424440290322586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5431424440290322586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-some-kind-of-shape.html' title='In some kind of shape'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SoL_K1sj_EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uWiQ65F9TVA/s72-c/Race.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2610238791354625360</id><published>2009-08-12T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:30:33.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Struggle'/><title type='text'>You are not special</title><content type='html'>I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.pixar.com/featurefilms/incredibles/"&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/a&gt; (gotta love &lt;a href="http://www.pixar.com/"&gt;Pixar&lt;/a&gt;) with my daughter the other day while reading the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Narcissism-Epidemic-Living-Age-Entitlement/dp/1416575987/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1249502192&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Narcissism Epidemic&lt;/a&gt; at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the line from Buddy, the Incredibles' nemesis, when he talks about selling his technology to people so that when everyone is super, no one will be. Poor Buddy, his feelings were hurt when Mr. Incredible told him as a kid to fly home - he works alone. Basically Mr. Incredible didn't need help because he was bigger and stronger than anyone else - he was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great movie where the family pulls together, the kids get to use their talents and skills (as long as they aren't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sticking it&lt;/span&gt; to the other kids), and the good defeats the bad in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did you feel when I told you in the title of this post that "you are not special"? I'm not sure that is the prevailing thought for most people, unless they have extremely low self-esteem. Haven't you ever had the thought that you are at least more important than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; person? I know you think you are a better than average driver; I know that, because almost everyone thinks they are a better than average driver (more coming on this later). You've sized yourself up at some point, maybe while standing in line somewhere or in the midst of humanity, and thought, "I deserve better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that what leads us to think that we deserve more than someone else? Isn't that when we decide that other people shouldn't live in our neighborhoods and shouldn't attend our schools, and ultimately it leads to the decision that some people don't deserve to live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of us haven't been going around wishing death on people, but it all stems from the same thought - I'm more special, I'm inherently more valuable. Maybe because you think you contribute more, or you value your skills more. This is what keeps me from becoming a materialist, from an all-in evolutionist (although Christians can certainly exhibit a "holier than thou" attitude). I don't believe that any one of us should decide that. It is what is at the bottom of most conflict - we both think we deserve it [whatever it is] more than the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Handlebars_(song)"&gt;quote&lt;/a&gt; from the Flobots' MC Jonny 5 (a.k.a. Jamie Laurie) about the song "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuK2A1ZqoWs"&gt;Handlebars&lt;/a&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The song "is about the idea that we have so much incredible potential as human beings to be destructive or to be creative. And it's tragic to me that the appetite for military innovation is endless, but when it comes to taking on a project like ending world hunger, it's seen as outlandish. It's not treated with the same seriousness."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book "Narcissism" (191) talks about this growing trend for people to act as if they are entitled and are special. Special means above average. You don't have to be a math genius to figure out that if everyone is special, no one is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a parent, you may not like their advice at first: the book talks about the problems of parents telling their children that they are special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know if you are a parent, and you love your kids, it doesn't quite feel right telling your children that they are just average. "Goodnight, Davey, goodnight, Matilda. Remember - you are just middling, undistinguished, unexceptional children!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that they are special &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to you&lt;/span&gt;. Tell them that. Tell them that you love them. Tell them that they have unique personalities and wonderful gifts. But the authors believe that we may be raising socially destructive people if they grow up really believing that they are inherently better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every life has potential, and every life has value. It may not be realized at the moment, but maybe with the right community support and training, everyone can contribute, in different ways, and be a part of something bigger than themselves rather than themselves being the biggest concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be unique, you can have certain gifts that are above average. But even being too unique can cause problems for teens; those that see themselves that way don't have close friends and relationships, and are more apt to be depressed and face suicidal thoughts. We need a healthy dose of understanding our strengths and contributions that make us unique and realize our commonality and web of connections with others. Like a team of diverse people working together to do something special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2610238791354625360?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2610238791354625360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2610238791354625360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2610238791354625360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2610238791354625360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-not-special.html' title='You are not special'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6355341400706204270</id><published>2009-08-10T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:00:04.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>What's different?</title><content type='html'>A few years ago my daughter Autumn and my son Jonathan were playing the game "What's Different?" In this game, one player turns around and the other changes something about their appearance. The other player then turns around and tries to guess the change. For example, maybe a button was undone or glasses were removed. After playing a few turns, Jonathan was having a hard time figuring out what was different with Autumn. Eventually he gave up. When he asked, she responded, "My name is Rico."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes change is pretty easy to see. When we show people pictures of our wedding day, the general comment is to Nancy, "Who was your first husband?" I looked very young; in fact, not long after we were married and owned our first house, someone knocked on the door. When I answered, the person asked if my mother was home. Today I have some grey hair which I choose to see as distinguished, weigh a little more, and can feel it more after a workout (when those actually happen). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes change is difficult to see. The changes that I want other people to see are not quite as evident as the wrinkles around my eyes. A year from now I want my kids to see a better parent, my wife to see a better husband, and I want to see myself as the person that I want to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't be the same a year from now, with the only difference in that my name was changed to Rico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6355341400706204270?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6355341400706204270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6355341400706204270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6355341400706204270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6355341400706204270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-different.html' title='What&apos;s different?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1225019110454458011</id><published>2009-08-05T16:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:38:09.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>Aspriations, squared</title><content type='html'>Vocational aspirations keep popping up, so let's keep chatting about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Narcissism-Epidemic-Living-Age-Entitlement/dp/1416575987/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1249502192&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Narcissism Epidemic&lt;/a&gt; (93), the authors talk about how American cultural trends are pushing people towards more and more narcissistic behavior. If you are on the fence about this, just watch the first month of &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt; and watch thousands of people line up to get a shot at fame, 99.9% of which have little signing talent and will be given the boot. Or take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, or the people competing to have the most friends on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/a&gt;. Or go to the malls and shopping centers, asking people how much they spend on clothing a year. On cosmetics and surgeries. Or read the book on many more ways that we Americans try to say: "Look at me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 2006, 51% of 18- to 25-year-olds said that "becoming famous" was an important goal of their generation - nearly five times as many as named "becoming more spiritual" as an important goal. The most popular answer was "being a celebrity." "Good looks" and "being rich" rounded out the top three, making for a perfectly narcissistic triumvirate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Who is to blame? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easy answer is the media, but I'm not buying (or trying not to buy it, literally). Media is just my fantasies played out because the media just feeds what we want. We have to take some kind of responsibility for our choices. I can't complain about the dire effects of fast food to my spouse while in the drive-thru at &lt;a href="http://mcdonalds.com/"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/a&gt;. I can't complain about TV advertising with the TV on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another easy answer would be the government. While I think the government is pretty incompetent in many areas, if we don't like what is happening then all we have to do is elect someone else. It is up to us. Change 10 seats in the house and it would be a big swing in either direction and a statement. If we aren't happy about the current state of affairs, it's like looking at your reflection and saying, "You're not very good looking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my first answer has to be us parents. Not because we aren't telling the next generation any different, but because we aren't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;showing&lt;/span&gt; them any different. We aren't going against the growing trends, we aren't making the hard choices, we aren't living by different standards. There are many wonderful things happening in today's world, maybe we just need some more discriminating voices and actions to lead a grassroots movement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1225019110454458011?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1225019110454458011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1225019110454458011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1225019110454458011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1225019110454458011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/aspriations-squared.html' title='Aspriations, squared'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4743950131095398351</id><published>2009-08-05T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:00:05.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Cutters go to the back of the line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Snh0W4rfHkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ybs263mlnIQ/s1600-h/queue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Snh0W4rfHkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ybs263mlnIQ/s320/queue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366166892532670018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess something about you - you don't like it when people cut in line in front of you when they didn't wait their turn. Maybe it isn't just the line at the store or at the DMV or at the amusement park (have you ever just wanted to throw your cotton candy at them?), but it is also who gets the promotion, who gets the job interview, which of your peers is doing better, which students get the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Vanderbilt says that it is not only a phenomenon that happens as you watch cars go by to get to the front of the line while you patiently wait in the middle (from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1248889365&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Traffic&lt;/a&gt;, 42):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What really seems to rankle us is seeing people get ahead. This is why, says Richard Larson, director of the Center for Engineering Systems Fundamentals at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and one of the world's leading authorities on queues, any number of companies - from banks to fast-food chains - have switched from systems in which multiple lines feed multiple servers to a single, serpentine line... Why? Social justice, says Larson. "If you have the single serpentine line, you're guaranteed first come, first served. If you have the multiple lines, you have what happens at McDonald's at lunchtime. You have the stress of joining a line with high likelihood that somebody who's joined a queue next to you will get served before you. People get really irritated with that."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can do something about it, maybe it is better to think about the system, or any system that you can do something about, and to figure out who needs to get what. How can we optimize it for everyone? After daydreaming about the proper punishment for those people, figure out what you can do about it in situations that really matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4743950131095398351?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4743950131095398351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4743950131095398351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4743950131095398351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4743950131095398351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/cutters-go-to-back-of-line.html' title='Cutters go to the back of the line'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/Snh0W4rfHkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ybs263mlnIQ/s72-c/queue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-572337630383901463</id><published>2009-08-03T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:00:01.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SnMQV1BdZYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vyYv90aV7gw/s1600-h/Rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SnMQV1BdZYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vyYv90aV7gw/s320/Rooster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364649548324889986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you want to do when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people would ask my oldest son Jonathan his vocational dream when he was four-years-old, he had an amazing occupational aspiration. Most kids want to be a fireman, or a policeman, or an astronaut. My son, when you asked him, would respond, "I want to be a chicken!" He would then proceed to run around waving his arms around and making squawking noises. Isn't it great to have high hopes! At least he could have said something cool like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barn_owl"&gt;Barn Owl&lt;/a&gt;, something a little higher up on the food chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask him now as an almost-teen, he's likely to tell you that he wants to play video games for a living. Articles like &lt;a href="http://videogames.yahoo.com/events/plugged-in/making-money-from-video-games-it-s-child-s-play-/1339010"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; don't help my cause to limit his playing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that you want to be when you grow up? Is it what you are doing right now? Maybe reality has a little something to do with that, but is there any reason that you couldn't use some of your spare time to learn something along those lines, take some classes, join that organization, learn a new language, make new connections, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can. Maybe you might have to watch your time, a little less tv, a little more productivity, but you will feel better about life if you are swimming after a dream rather than just floating downstream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-572337630383901463?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/572337630383901463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=572337630383901463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/572337630383901463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/572337630383901463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SnMQV1BdZYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/vyYv90aV7gw/s72-c/Rooster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3842347696391796462</id><published>2009-07-31T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:00:03.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>I'm getting passed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SnGoCWstQWI/AAAAAAAAAII/7H-A8vCHpFA/s1600-h/27419583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SnGoCWstQWI/AAAAAAAAAII/7H-A8vCHpFA/s320/27419583.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364253389581271394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost done reading a great book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traffic-Drive-What-Says-About/dp/0307277194/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1248889365&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Traffic&lt;/a&gt;: Why We Drive The Way We Do (and What It Says About Us) by Tom Vanderbilt. It is fun reading because all of the aggravations and behaviors that people exhibit while driving heavy machinery is discussed. Is it better to take the first available parking spot, or wait for the one right in front of the door? Where do those phantom traffic jams come from? Why is it weird catching someone's eye in the car next to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull out some of the observations that are interesting to me, and we'll have a great time learning why we both think we're above average drivers. Here is one that seems relevant to most of my life at the moment (42):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Drivers spend most of their time - anywhere from 80 percent to over 90 percent, studies have found - looking at the forward roadway. This includes, of course, the adjacent lane; estimates are that for every two glances we make at our own lane, we make one glance at the next lane - simply so we can actually stay in our lane. This means we are highly aware of vehicles passing us. We spend only about 6 percent of our driving time looking in the rearview mirror. In other words, we're much more aware of what is passing us than what we have passed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;You know you've thought the same thing as you sit in a lane of traffic, apparently the slow one. So you change lanes, and of course this always happens to you - now you are getting passed again! Well, you really are feeling more pain by cars passing you than the joy of passing others (admit it, there is a little ego boost as you wave "So long Sucker!" to the cars you are passing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't think this is just a car phenomenon. It is easy to feel like people are passing me by in life as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh look, another person got that job in front of me."     "There is someone else who has hit it big."     "I wonder who is building that gargantuan house in our neighborhood?"      "Why does it seem like everyone has a bigger dog than us?" (Ok, everyone does have a larger dog than us, but I'm actually pretty happy about that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something to counting your blessings. I've got it pretty good. Comparing myself to others is a losing proposition, no matter where I end up. What is the best that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; can do, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; circumstances? And stop counting those passing cars, turn up the radio and sing (some of you should probably roll up the windows).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3842347696391796462?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3842347696391796462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3842347696391796462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3842347696391796462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3842347696391796462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-getting-passed.html' title='I&apos;m getting passed!'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SnGoCWstQWI/AAAAAAAAAII/7H-A8vCHpFA/s72-c/27419583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7095159933249417191</id><published>2009-07-30T05:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:34:00.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Struggle'/><title type='text'>Naked</title><content type='html'>My daughter Autumn was two and in a naked stage of life. Clothing was not her thing. As soon as we would leave the room, she would shed the clothes and be one with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, we were upstairs when we heard the doorbell ring. We heard Autumn, who was downstairs, scamper to the door. We were coming down the stairs when we heard the four-year-old boy next door say, in a tremulous voice, "Mommy, Autumn is naked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to America, Joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite happy that my daughter is now a little older and a little wiser, and has learned the value of clothing (although she may haven taken it to an extreme with shoes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a discussion with a friend not too long ago about people who have openly confessed to having some issue or struggle in their life that they are trying to overcome, and the resulting reaction from people around them. Of course, there will be some who are graceful and compassionate, there will be those who would rather just not hear it, and those who will shun the confessor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this such a tough thing for people to handle? I think of our little neighbor boy who was unfortunately exposed to my daughter in an unexpected moment, and it worried him. Does bad news set us up on a path of negative thinking, now expecting the worst and wanting to hide from it? Does it remind us of our own frailty and hidden struggles, and we'd rather not think about our own exposure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation covered the wistful freedom of being able to be completely honest and exposed to our closest friends, and the fear of being completely honest and exposed to our neighbors and the possibility of hearing footsteps running in the other direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7095159933249417191?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7095159933249417191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7095159933249417191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7095159933249417191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7095159933249417191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/naked.html' title='Naked'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4704900700524875621</id><published>2009-07-29T05:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:59:15.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Struggle'/><title type='text'>Expectations and tutoring</title><content type='html'>I had several tutoring sessions with a bright young fellow that was having a little bit of math trouble. It was interesting talking to his grandmother about their own efforts to tutor him. I guessed right on some of their trouble - being able to sit down and help &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with patience&lt;/span&gt;. I know, because my emotions sometimes get in the way when I try to help my own kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was easier for me to help the young man with some of his work than his relatives, not because they didn't know the material, but because they knew it and struggled with the learning curve. The difficult part of that curve is not necessarily getting from point A to point B, from staring at squiggles on a page to comprehension, but the gap in between them which is measured in time and in struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are on the other side of point B it is sometimes hard to remember what that gap was like - you just see the two points and think that Scotty can &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beam_me_up,_Scotty"&gt;beam you&lt;/a&gt; from one point to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult watching people we have a strong relationship with labor in that no-person's-land between the points, fighting off doubt, trudging through misconceptions, sweating to build connections, swatting away distractions. We see it, and it is so easy to just say: "Here it is! Here is the treasure, here is Point B. No worries. No hassle." Yet the hassle may mean more ultimately than the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly it wasn't really that hard for me to say, "How do you think it should be done," and then watch him struggle. And wait. All the while Grandmother is fidgeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my own struggle right now between points. I would love for someone to hand me Point B. Conceptually I know that the struggle will make me a better person, but I really like this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers. - Homer Simpson&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4704900700524875621?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4704900700524875621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4704900700524875621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4704900700524875621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4704900700524875621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/expectations-and-tutoring.html' title='Expectations and tutoring'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5035594072000948849</id><published>2009-07-27T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:00:05.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Let there be stoning!</title><content type='html'>Do you hate boring lectures? Not as much as Lehr! In this &lt;a href="http://www.geol.wwu.edu/rjmitch/stoning.pdf"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; he says that we must punish boring speakers so that they stop punishing us. I've done my best to learn to speak well, but hopefully if I get a little boring the audience will only have access to old fruit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5035594072000948849?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5035594072000948849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5035594072000948849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5035594072000948849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5035594072000948849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-there-be-stoning.html' title='Let there be stoning!'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4642336404091133469</id><published>2009-07-24T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:51:10.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signposts'/><title type='text'>Another post on Perspective</title><content type='html'>Check out this blog from Seth Godin on &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2009/07/hes-doing-his-best.html"&gt;perspective&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4642336404091133469?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4642336404091133469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4642336404091133469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4642336404091133469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4642336404091133469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-post-on-perspective.html' title='Another post on Perspective'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1070122798620823557</id><published>2009-07-24T08:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:21:38.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Perspective is an amazing thing. My wife was having a conversation with our 7 year old son and 10 year old daughter as they were asking about the word "generations" and "centuries." She said that she and I were of one generation and the kids were another generation. But my daughter, Autumn, was born right before the century mark and Hunter was born in the next century. Hunter asked when she was born and she said 1969. He goes: "Wow. Did they have cars back then?" Nothing like kids to make you change your perspective on how old you feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also reminded me about how powerful perspectives are in controlling our emotions. Since I mentioned in a recent blog that controlling our emotions is actually not that difficult, maybe we should talk about how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality shaped by Perspective -&gt; Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in that camp that says that you cannot separate how you interact with reality without shaping it through your perspective. So you might as well take advantage of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed that as soon as something changes your perspective on a circumstance, your emotions totally flip like someone turning a switch? I distinctly remember a situation when I was a newlywed and my wife went into the store to get a few things. She said she would be right out. Fifteen minutes later I was annoyed. Twenty minutes later I was working up what I was going to say because it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her fault&lt;/span&gt; that I was really worked up. When she finally got back into the car, I just let her have it, about how inconsiderate she was of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; time. She started crying and pulled out the gift for me that she had spent a few extra minutes looking for. Oh boy. My perspective changed quickly about who was the jerk. I can also tell you that my mood didn't take more than an instant to change along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to think that we are at the mercy of our emotions and that they are caused by events out of our control, but it's just not true. You are angry because of your perspective of what happened - and you are totally in control of it. Anger doesn't have to settle out slowly - you just want it to. Jealousy doesn't have to sit there squeezing your heart - your view of what is really good in life is letting it linger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is why questions such as: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would this person that I admire handle this situation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would it be like if you knew this about the other person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work so well because they are asking you to change your perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the story of David and Goliath because while all the Israelites were focused on how big that spear was and how much it was going to hurt if they stepped out on the field, David was ranting about this Philistine loser who wasn't so big in the larger scheme, then he found the tools and skills that he could use and attacked the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the person that focuses on the opportunities when everyone else is looking at the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1070122798620823557?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1070122798620823557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1070122798620823557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1070122798620823557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1070122798620823557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6805282230127059187</id><published>2009-07-22T06:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:54:58.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Dissent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SmTUsgy4DCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/b1cwCxf0nFM/s1600-h/zax_argue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SmTUsgy4DCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/b1cwCxf0nFM/s320/zax_argue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360643317660388386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you do when someone disagrees with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want to do - get upset because they don't see it my way. Get indignant because surely they are being hard-headed when it is obvious that I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, there are an amazing number of times when people disagree with me - like every day with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, one person argues that there really is no such thing as wrong or right in a disagreement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;About seventy years ago, an American political scientist, Mary Parker Follet, said that when you have dissent in an organization, you should never ask &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;is right. You should not even ask &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;is right. You must assume that each faction gives the right answer, but to a different question. Each sees a different reality. (Peter Drucker &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Managing-Nonprofit-Organization-Peter-Drucker/dp/0060851147/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1248121969&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Managing The Nonprofit Organization&lt;/a&gt;, 124)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as simple as trying to understand that the answer or position of the other person makes sense to them, possibly through a number of reasons: their past, their environment, their education, their views of themselves, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than winning, our task should be mutual understanding. Why does that person think that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly doesn't mean that they will end up agreeing with you. From a 10-year old's perspective, cleaning the room doesn't make a lot of sense and I'm probably not going to convince her that it should. But we can come to a mutual understanding, and decide on action from there. It's not easy (she'll tell you the same!) but maybe we'll learn a more important lesson - the value of listening, because the other person is worth it. And the dissipation of negative energy and time is far more productive than venting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6805282230127059187?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6805282230127059187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6805282230127059187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6805282230127059187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6805282230127059187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/dissent.html' title='Dissent'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SmTUsgy4DCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/b1cwCxf0nFM/s72-c/zax_argue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-79714076072332957</id><published>2009-07-20T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:00:06.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signposts'/><title type='text'>Do you really know what is going on?</title><content type='html'>Oh sure, you have an opinion about how things are going at work/family/religious institute/etc. And it may be going pretty well for you, you are quite happy with it, thank you. But if you are serving in some form of leadership, you desperately need to know how it is going for the people who it is supposed to serve, you being only a small part of it. Check out this quote from Peter Drucker (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Managing-Nonprofit-Organization-Peter-Drucker/dp/0060851147/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1247976092&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Managing The Nonprofit Organization&lt;/a&gt;, 120):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Force your people, and especially your executives, to be on the outside often enough to know what the institution exists for. There are no results inside an institution. There are only costs. Yet it is easy to become absorbed in the inside and to become insulated from reality. Effective non-profits make sure that their people get out in the field and actually work there again and again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the real customers for your product or service? Take a look at what bloggers are saying, take a look at customer service records, and actually try to use the service yourself to get a real look. Ask a friend to try it out and see what others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may like it, but how is affecting your family? Are they having to put up with it just for you? Take a look at what they are saying on their social networks. Ask a good friend who isn't afraid to give you the truth, and then don't punish him or her for telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the real cost of self assuagement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a tendency to make our surroundings convenient to our own comforts without thinking about the repercussions on the people who also are affected. It is possible to have it work for you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; for them. But chances are your real satisfaction will come when you know that customers are satisfied/family members are served/you are making a real difference in the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to think the world revolves around us. There is only one you, and that is a good thing. But it also means others don't necessarily see what is going on through your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-79714076072332957?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/79714076072332957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=79714076072332957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/79714076072332957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/79714076072332957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-really-know-what-is-going-on.html' title='Do you really know what is going on?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5955731399037452485</id><published>2009-07-17T10:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:52:24.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>You Are In Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SmCIe2fn4CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d7PbTJXP1CU/s1600-h/Remote+Control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SmCIe2fn4CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d7PbTJXP1CU/s320/Remote+Control.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359433620176494626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you actually have very little control over most of the things that you want to manipulate. How did you like that word "manipulate"? It has that sort of greasy type of meaning and feeling, especially if we think it is directed at us, yet the vast majority of our frustrations in life are associated with a failed attempt at manipulating someone or some thing. Yet Goethe says we are in control:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote in a daily email that I receive from &lt;a href="http://www.screamfree.com/"&gt;ScreamFree Parenting&lt;/a&gt;, a group that espouses the need for parents to grow up if they want to be influential in the lives of their children. The message is difficult to swallow because we all want the easy fix or the easy technique that doesn't really push me around but gets me what I desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want to be the bulldozer, not the bulldozee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this, yet it is so stinkin difficult, until I realize that it is also easy. The difficult part really isn't controlling your emotions, it's being consistent enough about it that you create a brand new way of being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5955731399037452485?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5955731399037452485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5955731399037452485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5955731399037452485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5955731399037452485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-are-in-control.html' title='You Are In Control'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SmCIe2fn4CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/d7PbTJXP1CU/s72-c/Remote+Control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4934196885505752659</id><published>2009-07-16T08:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:25:46.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>I was out for a while because my vocation was in flux. Well, it still is, but I'm itching to get back and write again. Posts will hopefully come at the pace of 2-4 per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly helps me to remember and distill ideas as I think through them on this blog, and hopefully and readers that happen to wander this direction will have something to chew on. Look for something tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4934196885505752659?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4934196885505752659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4934196885505752659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4934196885505752659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4934196885505752659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1897530619139213296</id><published>2008-10-15T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:36:34.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with my 6 year old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SPXjxJ2XykI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4LawjSbj0cY/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SPXjxJ2XykI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4LawjSbj0cY/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257358573621987906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a chat with my son Hunter is rarely boring. Here are some of our conversations this morning while getting ready for school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Come here, Cutestuff.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Like I always say, there is no such thing as Cutestuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then you must not exist!&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Now why would I be such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: What is for lunch today on the school menu?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: No.&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Chili.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: Peppy pizza salad.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy: I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Hunter: Ok, then no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1897530619139213296?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1897530619139213296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1897530619139213296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1897530619139213296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1897530619139213296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversations-with-my-6-year-old.html' title='Conversations with my 6 year old...'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SPXjxJ2XykI/AAAAAAAAAGU/4LawjSbj0cY/s72-c/IMG_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7998772496284632535</id><published>2008-10-03T09:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:35:35.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Are You What You Buy?</title><content type='html'>I finished the book &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1223039375&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buying In&lt;/a&gt; by Rob Walker and thoroughly enjoyed it. The last chapter ends with the question: does what you buy define who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the belief that every person is intrinsically valuable. If this is true, then what you buy or what you have does not make you more valuable as a person. But the objects that you surround yourself with does answer another question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why advertisers tell stories now rather than promoting the practical usefulness of their item. They are working on your insecurity. You know this. I know it. It works anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;As one contemporary ad agency executive has put it: "Few stronger emotions exist than the need to belong and make meaning. And brands are poised to exploit that need." (257)&lt;/blockquote&gt;We need food, basic clothing, and basic shelter. Everything after that is novelty that wears off fast because of our adaptive behavior. We adapt to the object, and it isn't as exciting for as long as we thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But, I asked, what exactly does it mean to say "the wrong reasons"? If someone creates a symbol that has meaning, if it's Polo or Ecko, and I buy into it and it makes me feel more classy or urban, isn't that okay?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yeah," they answered in unison, and Andrew clarified: "You're spending the money to pay for the advertising that they paid for to make you believe that. That's the snake-eating-its-own-tail of it all." (260)&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's okay to buy things, to own things. But before we do, we need to really think about who we intentionally want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7998772496284632535?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7998772496284632535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7998772496284632535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7998772496284632535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7998772496284632535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-what-you-buy.html' title='Are You What You Buy?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3314117024523590756</id><published>2008-09-18T05:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:00:02.303-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialogue'/><title type='text'>Did You Really Learn Anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SNAQ9_AiayI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VEbQkZNJYYc/s1600-h/162_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SNAQ9_AiayI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VEbQkZNJYYc/s320/162_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246712222958381858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for you to go through a course or a class and not learn anything? Oh yeah, we've all probably had an experience like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it possible to go through a course, enjoy the teacher, get a good grade, and still not learn anything? Read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about the following experiment in the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-Best-College-Teachers-Do/dp/0674013255/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221595635&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What The Best College Teachers Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (22-23):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In the early 1980s, two physicists at Arizona State University wanted to know whether a typical introductory physics course, with its traditional emphasis on Newton's laws of motion, changed the way students thought about motion. As you read this account, you might substitute for the line "think about motion" any other phrase that fits your subject. Do you the students in any class change the way they think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out, Ibrahim Abou Halloun and David Hestenes devised and validated an examination to determine how students understand motion. They gave the test to people entering the classes of four different physics professors, all good teachers according to both colleagues and their students. On the front side, the results surprised no one. Most students entered the course with an elementary, intuitive theory about the physical world, what the physicists called "a cross between Aristotelian and 14th-century impetus ideas." In short, they did not think about motion the way Isaac Newton did, let alone like Richard Feynman. But that was before the students took introductory physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the course change student thinking? Not really. After the term was over, the two physicists gave their examination once more and discovered that the course had made comparatively small changes in the way students thought. Even many "A" students continued to think like Aristotle rather than like Newton. They had memorized formulae and leearned to plug the right numbers into them, but they did not change their basic conceptions. Instead, they had interpreted everything they heard about motion in terms of the intuitive framework they had brought with them to the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloun and Hestenes wanted to probe this disturbing result a little further. They conducted individual interviews with some of the people who continued to reject Newton's perspectives to see if they could dissuade them from their misguided assumptions. During those interviews, they asked the students questions about some elementary motion problems, questions that required them to rely on their theories about motion to predict what would happen in a simple physics experiment. The students made their projections, and then the researchers performed the experiment in front of them so they could see whether they got it right. Obviously, those who relied on inadequate theories about motion had faulty predictions. At that point, the physicists asked the students to explain the discrepancy between their ideas and the experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they heard astonished them: many of the students still refused to give up their mistaken ideas about motion. Instead, they argued that the experiment they had just witnessed did not exactly apply to the law of motion in question; it was a special case, or it didn't quite fit the mistaken theory or law that they held as true. "As a rule," Halloun and Hestenes wrote, "students held firm to mistaken beliefs even when confronted with phenomena that contradicted those beliefs." ...The students performed all kinds of mental gymnastics to avoid confronting and revising the fundamental underlying principles that guided their understanding of the physical universe. Perhaps most disturbing, some of these students had received high grades in the class.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how hard it is to really convince someone by arguing? People have to be receptive to new ideas for them to really change. It sometimes takes tectonic shifts to get people to change their worldview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, either the person needs to be at a point where they want to learn, or they have to be at a point of disillusionment with their worldview. Far more important than providing new information is showing why they should care in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3314117024523590756?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3314117024523590756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3314117024523590756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3314117024523590756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3314117024523590756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-you-really-learn-anything.html' title='Did You Really Learn Anything?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SNAQ9_AiayI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VEbQkZNJYYc/s72-c/162_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2064417692715859319</id><published>2008-09-17T05:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:00:01.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>Salience Matters</title><content type='html'>Are the things that matter to you relevant to anybody else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, before you assume that they are just not smart enough to have it figured out, you might want to first ask if it has entered their radar. Maybe it has been buzzing around your territory enough that you had a chance to think through it, to see it as something that belongs rather than just a minor blip or an extraterrestial passing through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221592967&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buying In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (58) has this quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Even today, salience matters: You are in no position to desire an iPod if you have no idea what it is. The more you see something, the more familiar it becomes - not as a result of the thing changing, but as a result of your brain changing through repeated exposure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this true when I am teaching. Sometimes there are ideas that I've been aware of for a while that I wonder if I should even bother talking about. I do, and watch people get an aha moment or struggle with it. I have to remind myself that I might have come across it a while ago because of my specialty, and that it hasn't hit their radar yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the same happens to me. I'll find something and think, "Wow!" and the person next to me is like, "Where have you been?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to watch this happen with my kids, watching as stuff hits their radars and they take notice: "Did you know that 100 times 100 is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10,000&lt;/span&gt;?" "Did you know that an earthworm has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 hearts&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salience matters. If it is important to you, find the simplest way to communicate it to those that you believe might care. Throw it out there so that it hits their radar screens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2064417692715859319?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2064417692715859319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2064417692715859319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2064417692715859319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2064417692715859319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/salience-matters.html' title='Salience Matters'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3927667744018776305</id><published>2008-08-27T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:42:11.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Market'/><title type='text'>Just Because You Can?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SLVHD87lmQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wgqNWkN6n78/s1600-h/suv_pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SLVHD87lmQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wgqNWkN6n78/s320/suv_pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239171874736675074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just because you can sell something doesn't mean you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose that as long as there are a couple of people that will pay for it, there will generally be a couple of people selling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was in the market for a car. For most of us, that means we need to think about what it is that we are really buying. I know ultimately we are buying a means of transportation, but it certainly must be about more than that. Which, I think, is really strange considering how much money we are actually putting into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder why SUVs were so popular, that is until gas became more expensive than having kids? Roughing it, for many SUV owners, is going to a Holiday Inn. Camping? Out of the question - there are icky things like bugs out there, and you might get dirty. Actually using the 4-wheel drive? Well, they do drive in the snow &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; 10 out of the 365 days of the year. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1219839786&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buying In&lt;/a&gt; (p 49) says you bought in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One reason SUVs became so popular is that they felt so safe: all that metal surrounding you as you towered over the punier cars all around. But of course, the data show rather convincingly that SUVs are far less safe than smaller cars. (And in fact, the feeling of safety may contribute to this, by lulling drivers into carelessness.) Before you blame this on big companies victimizing helpless, passive consumers from the old days before the recent revolution that gave us the power to hold them accountable, it's worth noting that journalist Keith Bradsher tells a somewhat different story in his definitive book on the SUV phenomenon, "High And Mighty." The SUV evolved largely in response to research into what consumers wanted and to what succeeded in the market. Carmakers conducted massive and detailed surveys, involving tens of thousands of consumers and research efforts "backed up by many interviews with consumers in focus groups," on a scale that dwarfed such efforts by politicians or media outlets. Consumers wanted four-wheel drive even though hardly any used it; they wanted to sit high in the vehicle because it felt safe, even though it wasn't. Auto executives seem to have been perplexed by and the engineers almost comtemptuous of what consumers wanted - but of courrse, they sold it to them anyway and in fact crafted advertising that played directly to consumers' dissonant desires.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My favorite car that I have owned was a Jeep Wrangler with a soft top. I loved that car. For the ten years that I owned it, it went on beaches, dirt roads, no roads, through the rain, and almost all of that with the top off (including the rain). It was a sad day when we traded it in. On that day, I realized that I was now truly domesticated: we traded it in for a minivan. A few years later I tried to regain my manhood by buying a motorcycle. I supposed it worked; that is what I called the stitches I received from laying it over once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my tastes are changing somewhat. Although I craved getting the 4-door version of the Wrangler, gas prices are making me aware of how much money I'm leaving on the roads, and my brain has turned a shade greener over the years. We went just about as functional as I can imagine: a Honda Fit. It's cheap, it has great gas mileage, and it will last long enough until an electric version of the Wrangler is available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3927667744018776305?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3927667744018776305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3927667744018776305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3927667744018776305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3927667744018776305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-because-you-can.html' title='Just Because You Can?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SLVHD87lmQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wgqNWkN6n78/s72-c/suv_pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2230658974766501897</id><published>2008-08-22T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:00:01.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>How Women Work</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://people.howstuffworks.com/women.htm/printable"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; purports to explain women. Never fear, it is not 900 pages long. Not that it is the final answer, but it does give a little scientific data on the feminine half of the population. And really, guys, don't expect scientific data to help explain what's going on in their heads. But at least its a conversation starter: "How has your amygdala being working these days?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2230658974766501897?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2230658974766501897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2230658974766501897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2230658974766501897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2230658974766501897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-women-work.html' title='How Women Work'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-989542790207049805</id><published>2008-08-21T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T07:00:00.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Looking For?</title><content type='html'>What is it that you really want in life? My friend Richard Beck thinks that you can look at pretty popular books and get a pretty good read on the populace. I think he makes a pretty good point as he &lt;a href="http://experimentaltheology.blogspot.com/2008/08/therapeutic-culture-of-american.html"&gt;reviews&lt;/a&gt; the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Your Best Life Now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Beck is an experimental psychologist who teaches at the university from which I received my Master's degree. Besides being pretty stinkin' smart, he's also just fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have minds that hike along negative and neurotic trails when it gets a few quiet moments. But would our minds do that if we didn't have billions of dollars of marketing all around us constantly telling us that we should be dissatisfied with life? Probably, because you would still have neighbors, friends, and even family around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you be satisfied with? And when should you work against the status quo? Making a list might make it easier to get up in the morning, ready for a content life that is still challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-989542790207049805?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/989542790207049805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=989542790207049805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/989542790207049805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/989542790207049805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-are-you-looking-for.html' title='What Are You Looking For?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-9149755747804039648</id><published>2008-08-20T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:00:01.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signposts'/><title type='text'>The Word Shamus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKt-1BmAhYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TkHSr2KVov0/s1600-h/Shamus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKt-1BmAhYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TkHSr2KVov0/s320/Shamus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236418441174353282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to examine a new word. Well, it's not really a new word. But I would like to reexamine the word "Yes" because I'm not sure it means what it used to. And also because I really like the word "shamus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I believe, is still pretty concrete in its meaning. Although we might not like to hear it, I think we still pretty much know what it means when we say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, there was more than one entry on the definition of "yes" on &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/yes"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;. I thought "an affirmative reply" would pretty much sum it up, but I should have known that it would need more than one line to let us know what it means. Fortunately for us, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yes"&gt;wikipedia.org&lt;/a&gt; (the fount of all knowledge) gives the additional information that it is the opposite of "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that we have that cleared up, why do so many people have such a problem with saying "yes" and really meaning it? As in: "Will you do this?" and the reply: "Yes" ... "I'm getting to it" ... "I really meant to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mean yes, really mean yes. Don't capitulate, don't mean maybe, don't pinky-swear or on your mother's grave. Say "yes" and do it. That might mean you really need to pause before you answer, you might need to think about your schedule or if your pet needs a bath or whatever it is you got going on. And really think about this - don't just say "yes" because you think we really want to hear it. I'd rather here "no, thank you" than "yes" and later be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there some "yes"'s that you need to get done? Are there some "yes"'s that you've been putting off? Don't just do it for them, do it for you. To be that better you that everyone can count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bold but reassuring synonym for "yes"? "Undoubtedly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-9149755747804039648?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9149755747804039648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=9149755747804039648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/9149755747804039648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/9149755747804039648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-shamus.html' title='The Word Shamus'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKt-1BmAhYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/TkHSr2KVov0/s72-c/Shamus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-8832092798271365873</id><published>2008-08-19T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:22:47.167-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signposts'/><title type='text'>Nobody Knows Nothing</title><content type='html'>This may sound strange, but a bad place to be in is when things are easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, a bad place to be in is when things are going wrong and when things are breaking, especially if you were the one that is the cause of the break. But if something is going wrong or is breaking, or for example when someone or some group is going through a period of anomie, then something new or something better was needed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are usually the times when our creativity and energy are the highest, when we perform the best. If you don't crack under the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the article "Innovative Minds Don't Think Alike," Janet Rae-Dupree speaks of the dangers of actually thinking you know what you are doing, that you've got this one down pat. You enter a state when change becomes difficult because "Why break something that isn't broken?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The danger is that something that is working pretty well doesn't stay that way for long. But when we are doing something pretty well, we get in this mode of static thinking - it will stay this way forever. Why shouldn't it? Meanwhile, the world moves on without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example the horse and cart. There were people who had developed some pretty nice ones. When you've got one this good, why take risks on trying anything new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But businesses and churches do this all the time. It is hard to move people from comfortable. But you don't grow in the big comfy seat - you become a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew S. Grove, the co-founder of Intel, put it well in 2005 when he told an interviewer from Fortune, “When everybody knows that something is so, it means that 'nobody knows nothin’.” In other words, it becomes nearly impossible to look beyond what you know and think outside the box you’ve built around yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so-called curse of knowledge, a phrase used in a 1989 paper in The Journal of Political Economy, means that once you’ve become an expert in a particular subject, it’s hard to imagine not knowing what you do. Your conversations with others in the field are peppered with catch phrases and jargon that are foreign to the uninitiated. When it’s time to accomplish a task — open a store, build a house, buy new cash registers, sell insurance — those in the know get it done the way it has always been done, stifling innovation as they barrel along the well-worn path.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groove is on the other side of easy - when you are being challenged to grow and learn again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-8832092798271365873?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8832092798271365873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=8832092798271365873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8832092798271365873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8832092798271365873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobody-knows-nothing.html' title='Nobody Knows Nothing'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4548059073760379672</id><published>2008-08-18T09:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:04:54.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKmBT9J1nII/AAAAAAAAAF0/8ApZiKxBmFc/s1600-h/Beach_volleyball_ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKmBT9J1nII/AAAAAAAAAF0/8ApZiKxBmFc/s320/Beach_volleyball_ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235858221628234882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is a good thing to walk in someone else's shoes. Yesterday I did that literally as I played two-on-two beach volleyball with some friends. I came back sunburned, aching, and with a mouth full of sand. It was fun, but I'm not quitting my day job to train for any summer Olympic sports. Maybe I could be ready for curling by the time the winter Olympics get here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4548059073760379672?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4548059073760379672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4548059073760379672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4548059073760379672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4548059073760379672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKmBT9J1nII/AAAAAAAAAF0/8ApZiKxBmFc/s72-c/Beach_volleyball_ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2087984320560971888</id><published>2008-08-15T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:00:02.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><title type='text'>Zero Gravity Thinkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freakingnews.com/pictures/35000/Zero-Gravity--35418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.freakingnews.com/pictures/35000/Zero-Gravity--35418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you stuck in a rut? Do you find yourself doing the same things over and over again, or are you struggling to find a new solution that seems to evade you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often think that innovation comes from those creative types that sit around throwing pencils at the ceiling most of the time, but every once in a while some moment of brilliance happens. Well, that scenario is probably true, but anyone can be part of the innovation process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you begin? By asking questions. Usually, just starting to ask questions can be a good start,but these kind of questions can get you down the right path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the article from a &lt;a href="http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-that-you-are-tapping.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, the author writes about this point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In her 2006 book, “Innovation Killer: How What We Know Limits What We Can Imagine — and What Smart Companies Are Doing About It,” Cynthia Barton Rabe proposes bringing in outsiders whom she calls zero-gravity thinkers to keep creativity and innovation on track.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;“I would ask my very, very basic questions,” she said, noting that it frustrated some of the people who didn’t know her. Once they got past that point, however, “it always turned out that we could come up with some terrific ideas,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ms. Rabe usually worked inside the companies she discussed in her book, she said outside consultants could also serve the zero-gravity role, but only if their expertise was not identical to that of the group already working on the project.&lt;br /&gt;“Look for people with renaissance-thinker tendencies, who’ve done work in a related area but not in your specific field,” she says. “Make it possible for someone who doesn’t report directly to that area to come in and say the emperor has no clothes.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes, we are our own problem. Past success usually means future stalemate, because the future is dynamic yet it is hard for us to let go of something that has worked for us previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask basic, simple questions that you think are probably petty and beneath you, and then start writing down answers or more questions. Ask other people, especially people outside of your organization. You might be amazed at the new paths that open up in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2087984320560971888?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2087984320560971888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2087984320560971888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2087984320560971888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2087984320560971888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/zero-gravity-thinkers.html' title='Zero Gravity Thinkers'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5698640459732209305</id><published>2008-08-14T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T07:00:05.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>What Is That You Are Tapping?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKMMGqhI4AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CGl6DdzU9E4/s1600-h/telegraph1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKMMGqhI4AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CGl6DdzU9E4/s320/telegraph1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234040500566679554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you think that your point is getting across? Communication is much more difficult that we think it is or should be - like trying to throw a baseball to someone in a thick fog, all the while you think it is only a cloudy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nice article from Janet Rae-Dupree titled "Innovative Minds Don't Think Alike," she has this paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Elizabeth Newton, a psychologist, conducted an experiment on the curse of knowledge while working on her doctorate at Stanford in 1990. She gave one set of people, called “tappers,” a list of commonly known songs from which to choose. Their task was to rap their knuckles on a tabletop to the rhythm of the chosen tune as they thought about it in their heads. A second set of people, called “listeners,” were asked to name the songs.&lt;br /&gt;Before the experiment began, the tappers were asked how often they believed that the listeners would name the songs correctly. On average, tappers expected listeners to get it right about half the time. In the end, however, listeners guessed only 3 of 120 songs tapped out, or 2.5 percent.&lt;br /&gt;The tappers were astounded. The song was so clear in their minds; how could the listeners not “hear” it in their taps?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a professional speaker, so this catches my attention like a wild cat high on catnip being thrown in my face. But it should be relevant to anyone that has to communicate at all - teachers, business people, stay at home moms, people in any kind of relationship, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I am trying to communicate, but what I see in my mind has connections, both conscious and unconscious, to my life experiences and thoughts in a complex web. When I am brave enough to ask for feedback from people in the audience, what they heard connected in some way to an experience or thought that they had. It may go in the same general direction that I was thinking, but it may not. Which is ok. For my own purpose, getting people to think and ask questions is better than getting people to agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In future posts we will explore ways to make communication clearer, but in the meantime a healthy dose of realism about communication can keep your feelings from getting hurt and assumptions realigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5698640459732209305?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5698640459732209305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5698640459732209305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5698640459732209305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5698640459732209305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-that-you-are-tapping.html' title='What Is That You Are Tapping?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SKMMGqhI4AI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CGl6DdzU9E4/s72-c/telegraph1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7731120684440856038</id><published>2008-08-13T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:00:05.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Baby Fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pittsburghzoo.org/upload/Image/Amur%20cub%20web%203(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.pittsburghzoo.org/upload/Image/Amur%20cub%20web%203(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my brother, his wife, and their baby came to visit. While they were here we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.pittsburghzoo.org"&gt;Pittsburgh Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. At the zoo we showed my baby niece the baby tiger cub and two baby elephants. It was baby day for the Vaughts at the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody waits in lines to see these babies. People seem to have a natural baby fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it about them that is really that fascinating? You always hear comments such as: "Awww, isn't that the cutest little thing!" Really? Have you really taken a long, close look at a baby hippo? They look like a 5 year-old went crazy with some clay. And while you're at, have you taken good luck at a baby of any kind? C'mon, they really aren't that great. And newborn humans look more like E.T. from the Spielberg movie than a miniature adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal opinion? It's the newness. It's a visual reminder of the mystery and beauty of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were watching the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/swf/l.swf?video_id=8O3rOADz8ZY&amp;rel=1&amp;eurl=http%3A//www.pittsburghzoo.org/zoo.asp%3FContentID%3D485&amp;iurl=http%3A//i1.ytimg.com/vi/8O3rOADz8ZY/default.jpg&amp;t=OEgsToPDskKuO-X0elgNtGbQLTtnSI83&amp;use_get_video_info=1"&gt;tiger club&lt;/a&gt; play with a trainer, everyone was snapping photos of this new creature frolicking around, playing and having a good time. We love that. We love their curiosity, their fresh eyes, and their playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same token, we love those aspects in all ages. We love being around others who are curious, who have fresh eyes, and who are playful and fun. But those characteristics are so easy to lose, it is so easy to get into a rut and just plod your way around. But you don't have to. So take your cue from a cute little tiger cub - enjoy today, be curious, and see life with some fresh eyes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7731120684440856038?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7731120684440856038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7731120684440856038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7731120684440856038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7731120684440856038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-fascination.html' title='The Baby Fascination'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-760868460520891255</id><published>2008-08-12T06:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T06:50:00.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><title type='text'>The Desire Code</title><content type='html'>I have been posting thoughts as I go through the book &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218495417&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buying In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: The Secret Dialogue Between  What We Buy and Who We Are&lt;/span&gt;. This week I would like to examine his idea of what he terms the "desire code." And no, it's not about whatever just popped into your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Walker states that there is a fundamental tension between two desires that is shared by almost every human being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;We all want to feel like individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;We all want to feel like a part of something bigger than ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we generally resolve the tension is by joining a group that seems distinctive because it represents our own individuality. Yet it is still a group. But it makes us feel important as an individual. I hope you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uses the story of skateboarders, who felt like they were outsiders and started forming groups. These groups provided a distinctive identity that made them feel good as an individual but also gave them a group of friends and a network of like-minded people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know as I read those two bullet points, I was like "Yeah, I want to feel like I'm unique and not just a part of the Borg. The last thing I want to feel like is some statistic that represents the average Joe (sorry Joe) that gets lost in the crowd. Forget Where's Waldo - where's John?" And then, "Man, I don't want to do this by myself. I kind of like people, especially when they aren't annoying me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker's point is that in an age in which there is very little qualitative difference between products, brands help provide that connection with distinctive groups and identities that we wish to be a part of. As we do so, we also help interpret and create the identity, and the identity can can evolve beyond the control of the people who produced the product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to ponder is the identity that I am pursuing. It certainly isn't a linear or singular identity - life if far more complex than that. But am I happy with the my own personal brand that people identify with me, or am I just settling for a common denominator that surrounds me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a game called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buffalo-Games-175-Imaginiff/dp/B00000JKWY/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;qid=1218499641&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Imaginiff&lt;/a&gt; that is quite fun. You and your friends write down the names of people on the board, and when it is time for that name to be used, a card is drawn and something like this is read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imaginiff ______ were a breakfast. What would she/he be?"&lt;br /&gt;1. coffee and the wall street journal,&lt;br /&gt;2. muesli and fruit,&lt;br /&gt;3. croissant and cafe latte,&lt;br /&gt;4. sausages, bacon, and eggs,&lt;br /&gt;5. vitamin b injections,&lt;br /&gt;6. pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everybody who is playing chooses the number that corresponds to what they think ___________ is, and put it upside down on the table. When everyone decides, you flip them over to see which one got the most votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you emailed your friends and asked, "Imaginiff I was a brand. What brand would I be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it might be good to go shopping every once in a while to see if there might be a better brand, maybe an upgrade. Go for the best quality brand that you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-760868460520891255?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/760868460520891255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=760868460520891255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/760868460520891255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/760868460520891255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/desire-code.html' title='The Desire Code'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7530064364010446553</id><published>2008-08-07T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T07:00:22.972-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Tragedy of the Commons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SJpVWpyHF3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lmoR_IUwA78/s1600-h/cartoon_commons2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SJpVWpyHF3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lmoR_IUwA78/s400/cartoon_commons2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231587764805769074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tragedy_of_the_commons"&gt;"Tragedy of the Commons"&lt;/a&gt;? As I understand it, it was first described by biologist Garrett Hardin. The cartoon basically describes the situation (if someone can tell me where the cartoon came from, I'll give them credit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic situation is that if any one of the four shepherds chooses to be the nice guy and only stick with his 4 sheep, or only let his 4 sheep graze on equal grass, then he will feel trapped thinking that maybe one of the other shepherds might take more. It is a way of thinking that encourages you to take while you can, because no one else is going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This explains why we would make decisions that we know would ultimately hurt others, and thus ourselves. We know that we are relational creatures, yet we constantly make decisions that harm those relations - and thus, ultimately ourselves. Because sometimes we get the mistaken illusion that sometimes, someone else should sacrifice or get out of the way so that I can prosper. But it never works that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Tragedy of the Commons is a common reality, but that is not the way that life has to work. When you realize that being a Giver rather than a Taker provides for everyone, then we all prosper. But you have to trust, and you have to give first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7530064364010446553?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7530064364010446553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7530064364010446553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7530064364010446553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7530064364010446553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/tragedy-of-commons.html' title='Tragedy of the Commons'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SJpVWpyHF3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/lmoR_IUwA78/s72-c/cartoon_commons2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-4552635138850151390</id><published>2008-08-05T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T19:16:08.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>The Last Batman Post, Ever</title><content type='html'>At least, until maybe the next movie comes out. I just saw it in Imax with my brother and his wife, and the Imax version was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is another conversation that fascinated me. Especially since I have a talk coming up about how we must be careful about making plans for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joker: [speaking to Harvey] Do I really look like a man with a plan, Harvey? I don't have a plan. The mob has plans, the cops have plans. You know what I am, Harvey? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do if I caught one. I just *do* things. I'm a wrench in the gears. I *hate* plans. Yours, theirs, everyone's. Maroni has plans. Gordon has plans. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I am not a schemer. I show schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are. So when I say that what happened to you and your girlfriend wasn't personal, you know I'm telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;[hands Dent a gun]&lt;br /&gt;The Joker: It's a schemer who put you where you are. You were a schemer. You had plans. Look where it got you. I just did what I do best-I took your plan and turned it on itself. Look what I have done to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple bullets. Nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plans are horrifying. If I tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds! Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey? It's fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is right: it is pathetic how much we try to control things. Our relationships. Our time. Control over our environment. You name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just something in the human person that gets antzy about the thought that there is mystery  totally surrounding us at all times. We try so hard to peer into the fog of the future, get it wrong constantly, fail miserably, and just keep trying. These are just an amazing small &lt;a href="http://wilk4.com/humor/humore10.htm"&gt;sample&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home." - - Ken Olson, president, chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp., 1977&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us." - - Western Union internal memo, 1876.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular?" -- David Sarnoff's associates in response to his urgings for investment in the radio in the 1920s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worry and stress about ridiculous stuff of which the vast majority of never happens. Frustration is basically the realization that you don't have control. Realize it now, and maybe you save yourself some trouble - but it means being ok with mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-4552635138850151390?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4552635138850151390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=4552635138850151390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4552635138850151390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/4552635138850151390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-batman-post-ever.html' title='The Last Batman Post, Ever'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6900531824932600590</id><published>2008-08-05T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:00:01.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>What's Your Take On My "Conversation With Stuff"?</title><content type='html'>In reference to &lt;a href="http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/dialogue-with-stuff.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, I am providing a list of the stuff that I bought over the last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;breakfast at Panera's with a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;dinner at Bob Evans (chicken-fried steak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;a Gameboy Advance used game for my youngest son (in exchange for work that he did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;2 disc golf frisbees (one is tie-die, if that helps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;a custard and icee mix at Rita's with the fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;dinner at Denny's (I was there for 3 hours late at night finishing a talk; they are one of the few local places that are open 24/7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Dunkin' Donuts on the way to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Thousand Faces Of A Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;That is pretty much standard fare for purchases. I rarely buy clothes, although I do need to get a pair of jeans. Even when I do that, it is the exact same brand and style that I've been buying for the last two decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a little more exciting, like maybe tickets to New Zealand or scuba gear. I am planning on doing sky diving for my birthday, so it's not completely boring. Track your expenses and post them on your blog, if you have one - see what people can deduce about you from your purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6900531824932600590?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6900531824932600590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6900531824932600590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6900531824932600590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6900531824932600590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-your-take-on-my-conversation-with.html' title='What&apos;s Your Take On My &quot;Conversation With Stuff&quot;?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-6060099481110627008</id><published>2008-08-04T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T07:00:00.948-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signposts'/><title type='text'>Comic Strips Stripped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXOb8qwbqocpdGCnPW_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXOb8qwbqocpdGCnPW_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXObhao2iyH8kPDQHa_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXObhao2iyH8kPDQHa_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXOaal6xld5E9APaRg_r1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/fSymsOGXOaal6xld5E9APaRg_r1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://garfieldminusgarfield.net/"&gt;Garfield Minus Garfield&lt;/a&gt;, the tag line is: Who would have guessed that when you remove Garfield from the Garfield comic strips, the result is an even better comic about schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and the empty desperation of modern life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, are they right! Jon is one sad, pathetic character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be one of the funniest things on the web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-6060099481110627008?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6060099481110627008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=6060099481110627008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6060099481110627008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/6060099481110627008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/comic-strips-stripped.html' title='Comic Strips Stripped'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-567662699655130485</id><published>2008-08-01T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:00:01.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Stuff'/><title type='text'>What's That Droning Noise?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIftFaxJz0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ZQoAVGOXiY/s1600-h/tornado_warning.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIftFaxJz0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ZQoAVGOXiY/s200/tornado_warning.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226406569927364418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family and I were watching the TV show &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/wipeout/index?pn=index"&gt;Wipeout&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesday. There is just something funny about watching normal people bouncing off these huge balls and landing in mud. I don't know why it's funny, but bring me some more Wipeout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were right in the middle of pitying the fool that volunteered to jump through moving rings on a small platform high over water when the weather man broke in. I hate the weather man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went on for 40 minutes on the possibility that there may be tornadoes a county and a half over. 40 minutes of "Can you hand me that report? Yes, yes, it looks like clouds, and sometimes clouds can make tornadoes. Can you hand me another report? The clouds have moved 5 inches since the last report!" This went on for at least 40 minutes. Apparently, most people can't read the ticker going on at the bottom of the screen. Take 2 minutes to tell me that you haven't seen a tornado yet, and then leave until you really spot one! Avoiding the local news might be worth the cost of cable. I hate the weather man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-567662699655130485?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/567662699655130485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=567662699655130485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/567662699655130485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/567662699655130485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-that-droning-noise.html' title='What&apos;s That Droning Noise?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIftFaxJz0I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2ZQoAVGOXiY/s72-c/tornado_warning.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-897568276025833439</id><published>2008-07-31T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:00:01.223-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ponderation'/><title type='text'>I've Been Godin'd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/head-clickme2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/head-clickme2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/"&gt;Seth Godin&lt;/a&gt;. I think he is an innovative genius for his ability to simply express remarkable ideas. (He really likes the term "remarkable," maybe I can score some points with him if I use if a few times in my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I subscribe to his blog and read it daily. But this &lt;a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2008/06/the-magic-of-lo.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; I just didn't get, maybe you can help me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Imagine that half the cars in the US get 10 miles per gallon. And half get 40 miles per gallon. Further stipulate that all cars are driven the same number of miles per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you get one wish. You can give every low-mileage car a new set of spark plugs that will increase fuel efficiency by 5 mpg, up to 15. Or you can replace every 40 mpg car with a car that gets 75 mpg, an increase of 35 miles for every gallon driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is his answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the 5 mpg increase is far better for overall mileage than the 35 mpg increase, even though it's smaller both as a percentage and absolutely. That's because the 10 mpg hogs use up so much gas. They're the low-hanging fruit, not just easy to fix, but worth fixing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, math wizards, here is what this question looks like to me. You have 100 cars. 50 of them get 40 mpg (car X) and 50 of them get 10 miles per gallon (car Y). You can add 35 mpg to car X or 5 mpg to car Y. To me you get a higher overall mpg if you add 35 mpg to car A and you are saving more gasoline. So Just Don't Get It. Learn me something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you want to talk about what might be more efficient or what might get you more bang for the buck, that is a different question. Buying a $5 spark plug to improve 5 mpg rather than spending $20,000 for half of the cars might make economic sense, as well as an easy way to make an improvement that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get the point that we can look for easy ways to improve what we are doing. I'm all over that point. And this is my easy way to improve my consternation - rather than spending weeks fretting over it (OK, I really wouldn't do that but it helps with my point), I can do the easy thing and ask the knowledgeable readers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-897568276025833439?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/897568276025833439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=897568276025833439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/897568276025833439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/897568276025833439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-godind.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Godin&apos;d!'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-8761636868159273197</id><published>2008-07-30T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:00:01.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>You Bought What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SId-MsoMWHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fI_lpcTUqeM/s1600-h/golf+knickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SId-MsoMWHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fI_lpcTUqeM/s200/golf+knickers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226284649190021234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you choose what you are going to buy? Let's face it, you didn't just buy that _________ because it was the only one available and you desperately needed it. Did you realize that you just participated in building meaning into a cultural symbol? All those cliques and groups from high school are alive and well, with maybe a few more wrinkles and scars. You're still trying to take your school lunch and sit at the table with the geeks/jocks/cheerleaders/kickers/goths/etc. No one likes sitting alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Walker, in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1216839291&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buying In&lt;/a&gt; (5), says that there are basically only a few rational (rational is a big assumption, but let's just go with it) ways to choose a product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Price&lt;br /&gt;2) Convenience&lt;br /&gt;3) Quality&lt;br /&gt;4) Pleasure&lt;br /&gt;1/2) Ethics (more on this later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when there is very little difference between the products among these rational ways of choosing? For example, how much difference is there really among handbags? At amazon.com, there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32,363&lt;/span&gt; choices. Is there a clear choice of number one based on quality? Apparently there is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buying a $5,000 handbag just because it's a status symbol is a sign of weakness," states fashion icon Miuccia Prada (5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what you purchase, if you live in the USA, is based on your perceived identity, and thus brands. You might as well tattoo them on your head, Stephon Marbury style, 'cause you're already wearing them, carrying them, talking/listening to them, driving in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really escape it, but you can be aware of it, and choose thoughtfully rather than as if you're trying to push your way onto that last seat at an already crowded table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-8761636868159273197?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8761636868159273197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=8761636868159273197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8761636868159273197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8761636868159273197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-bought-what.html' title='You Bought What?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SId-MsoMWHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fI_lpcTUqeM/s72-c/golf+knickers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-3195442992502996288</id><published>2008-07-29T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:00:00.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A New Word For Our Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIev1wGwJiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0qT7cROk8g4/s1600-h/Drama+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIev1wGwJiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0qT7cROk8g4/s200/Drama+Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226339230567900706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I've posted on my daughter's creativity (such as &lt;a href="http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-you-might-hear-at-vaught-household.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2007/06/poetry.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). But the other day she came up with a good one that seems appropriate to describe everything from presidential elections and Olympic fervor to teen-age girls. The word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drama-matic." I really don't know if she meant to say it, but I like it. Rather, I like the word, but I'm not usually up for automatic-drama. Such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Telling my three kids to pick one movie - drama-matic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Leaving a cake in the office fridge with a note to leave it alone - drama-matic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Going shopping. Period. Drama-matic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;I'm sure you can come up with a longer list of drama-matic moments. They're like appendicitis - something useless that hurts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-3195442992502996288?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3195442992502996288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=3195442992502996288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3195442992502996288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/3195442992502996288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-word-for-our-times.html' title='A New Word For Our Times'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIev1wGwJiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0qT7cROk8g4/s72-c/Drama+Logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-8892251438295017885</id><published>2008-07-28T07:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:00:03.195-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>White Knights?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIkM-G1AA6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/P6yrl2zZ7fQ/s1600-h/dark-knight-joker-intl-post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIkM-G1AA6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/P6yrl2zZ7fQ/s200/dark-knight-joker-intl-post.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226723103664505762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my favorite quotes from the new Batman movie, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468569/"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bruce Wayne: That man in Burma, did you ever catch him?&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Pennyworth: Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Wayne: How?&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Pennyworth: We burned the forest.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the big questions in the movie is: Do the ends justify the means? Perhaps you've heard of that question before. Honestly, I'm not sure many of us are sure of what ends we are even surely heading for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of Enron, when you think of the Rwanda genocide, (you should think of &lt;a href="http://videogames.yahoo.com/feature/playstation-2-component-incites-african-war/1231745"&gt;coltan&lt;/a&gt;), when you think of oil, its easy to see that sometimes we make deals with the devil so we can have what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know it's easy for me to say. I complain about $4/gallon as much as anybody. But maybe it isn't an either/or situation. Maybe there are ways that we can continue to grow in wealth without it being at the expense of others. Maybe there are ways that we can  have our industrialized society without it being at the expense of the earth. Maybe we can still have good and fast transportation without fighting over a finite commodity. It's possible, and it's happening in some corners. Maybe we could do something great without having to be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no ends that are worth sacrificing the value of people and our environment. But maybe we don't have to. So often we justify our own darkness to use it against the other darkness. We need more "white knights" out there that can help us with the ends without sacrificing our humanity with the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-8892251438295017885?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8892251438295017885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=8892251438295017885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8892251438295017885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/8892251438295017885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-knights.html' title='White Knights?'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIkM-G1AA6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/P6yrl2zZ7fQ/s72-c/dark-knight-joker-intl-post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-2242639685855387973</id><published>2008-07-25T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:00:03.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>You Are In Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIcwCDRwlRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HOFuJ3L5fDI/s1600-h/moneykey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIcwCDRwlRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HOFuJ3L5fDI/s200/moneykey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226198704384414994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1216818001&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buying In&lt;/a&gt;, Walker quotes the experts as saying that the "new consumer" is now in control of the marketplace. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; have all the information, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; have the power to choose rather than a brand being foisted upon us. Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walker goes on to ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So what would constitute proof that the consumer is "boss" and "in control" in some way that's new and unprededented? Lower credit card balances? A conspicuous absence of logoed apparel on city streets and in malls? A disappearance of consumer fads, trends, and crazes? A decreasing amount of advertising? Shrinking landfills? Bigger and more effective boycotts of unhealthy or ethically suspect products? Increased saving rates? Maybe - but of course, none of this is happening. Instead, one thing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; happen between 2000 and 2006 - right as the new consumer was said to be bossing corporate America around like never before - was that the profits of Fortune 500 companies soared; indeed, companies in the "consumer staples" category of that famous index saw their profits more than double. This despite the fact that the real wages of most Americans were, at best, flat. During precisely the same period, the personal savings rate actually fell into negative territory for the first time since the Great Depression.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but that depresses me. I think I need to go buy some Twinkies, or maybe some new jump-man sneaker, to make me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is the thing - you are in control. No, really. I may not be the trendiest guy ever (probably not even in your top 25 trendiest people you know), but my guess is that buying practically may even be its own trend. In a future post, we'll chat about Walker's point that there really isn't much difference between the products, so then it becomes a matter of which brand do I want to associate myself with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many choices, that sometimes it can be paralyzing; this is the subject of the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paradox-Choice-Why-More-Less/dp/0060005696/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1216821561&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Paradox of Choice&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, the thought never enters our head that we don't have to buy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many boxes of stuff do you have that you never use anymore? What if you got rid of  everything you didn't use in the last month? Heresy! Next week we'll chat about how to decide to buy something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-2242639685855387973?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2242639685855387973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=2242639685855387973' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2242639685855387973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/2242639685855387973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-are-in-control.html' title='You Are In Control'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIcwCDRwlRI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HOFuJ3L5fDI/s72-c/moneykey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-9157603729352088840</id><published>2008-07-24T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:00:03.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Addicted To Secrets</title><content type='html'>Every week I go to &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;. The basic gist is this: people send in an anonymous postcard with images and words that tell a secret of their life. I'm not sure exactly how I feel reading these deep secrets - the closest thing may be like how you stare at an auto accident as you drive by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the secrets make you just hurt for people, some are joyful, and some make you cringe. But you almost can't help but wish that your secret was right there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that blog is like being at an archaeological dig, uncovering a culture. Except that culture is your neighborhood, maybe even inside your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling your secrets isn't a new thing. It's mandated by the letter from James in the New Testament! The problem is trusting the people around us with this part of us, that part that isn't the smiley face and "How ya doin' Just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst that could happen if you really just told people that secret? Rejection. It's just another indicator of how much we need community, yet at the same time we hold back from full communal envelopment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone that you feel you could tell anything? Do it. If you have to, send a postcard first. You are definitely not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-9157603729352088840?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/9157603729352088840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=9157603729352088840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/9157603729352088840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/9157603729352088840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/addicted-to-secrets.html' title='Addicted To Secrets'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-267302088858435275</id><published>2008-07-23T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:00:04.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>It's A Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIZ0lLBe8qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7Nq_gMB7EbQ/s1600-h/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIZ0lLBe8qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7Nq_gMB7EbQ/s200/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225992599573033634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, just saw the movie and it was stunning. I didn't think I would go see a movie based on a comic book hero and it actually make me think. It's a good thing, and a great movie. But it was dark and disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not one for the kiddos. The Joker is not just a weirdo with makeup, but a demon trying to help people off the ledge. I could understand why someone would have a few nightmares filling in his shoes for a while. They outdid the last movie (we are a long way from Mister Mom wearing a cape!); it will be interesting to see how far they go the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting in that it explored just how depraved we as a society are, and it barely gives a glimmer of hope (we don't ultimately blow each other up, but we would like to). It seems to want to bring up that old question - is humanity getting better or worse? - but I don't think it goes in one direction or the other, or even sits in the middle. It is not an either/or answer, but a both/and. We have our moments when we have that spark of goodness light up, but there is an ocean of darkness around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joker may get the spotlight, but TwoFace is the symbol - we want to be good, but sometimes it's just easier not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-267302088858435275?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/267302088858435275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=267302088858435275' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/267302088858435275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/267302088858435275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-dark-knight.html' title='It&apos;s A Dark Knight'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SIZ0lLBe8qI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7Nq_gMB7EbQ/s72-c/dark-knight-why-so-serious1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-1136671306747201652</id><published>2008-07-21T20:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:50:30.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humdinger'/><title type='text'>String Theory and My Lost Socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/string_theory.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/string_theory.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed listening to a number of TED talks lately, and today was no different. &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/brian_greene_on_string_theory.html"&gt;Brian Greene&lt;/a&gt;, a physicist, gave a talk on string theory. It is basically the search for a unification theory for the universe. Apparently, the answer doesn't revolve around ice cream sundaes on a warm summer evening. At least, for physicists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a former physics genius (I once taught, or maybe a better word is "stumbled through" a basic physics lab for one semester), let me give you a basic summary: there are more dimensions out there than the three dimensions of space + time. How do we know this? Because it makes our cool looking calculations work if there are 11 dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for it. I mean, those socks go somewhere. And they reappear as lint in places that must come from some freaky dimension. If anyone asks me why I'm investing in the company &lt;a href="http://www.littlemissmatched.com/Catalog/boys-socks"&gt;Little Miss Matched&lt;/a&gt;, I say it's because there are too many dimensions for me to keep track of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if 4 wasn't enough. Just watching people drive should convince us to at least go back to 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently below the atoms and within all that empty space of neutrons and protons and those zippy electrons, there are vibrating strings at the core of everything. These strings vibrate in different ways to produce what we are. This is actually a pretty cool image - Jimmy Hendrix is himself a complex guitar. It also gives me something to say the next time I blow it: "I'm just a little out of tune at the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-1136671306747201652?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1136671306747201652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=1136671306747201652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1136671306747201652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/1136671306747201652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/string-theory-and-my-lost-socks.html' title='String Theory and My Lost Socks'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-7952300398880173138</id><published>2008-07-21T13:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:11:46.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialogue'/><title type='text'>Dialogue With Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SITRWkycODI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GxxAvYBoiAo/s1600-h/bullhorn.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SITRWkycODI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GxxAvYBoiAo/s200/bullhorn.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225531653419186226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had previous posts about dialogue - a must for us humans. But I've just started reading the new book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Buying-Secret-Dialogue-Between-What/dp/1400063914/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1216661470&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buying In&lt;/a&gt;: The Secret Dialogue Between What We Buy And Who We Are&lt;/span&gt; by Rob Walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven't thought about having a dialogue with stuff. When I go to the grocery store, I don't think "Sorry Kellog, but General Mills and I have been having an affair - I'm secretly addicted to those Lucky Charms." It is somewhat of a boring chat at times, but I suppose what I buy not only says something about me, but I'm communicating something back to the marketplace and to the public. It is certainly true that I'm communicating something when I wave my new &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/"&gt;iPhone&lt;/a&gt; in front of my jealous Mac friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this quote (p. xii):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I use the word dialogue because what I'm talking about is not a one-way process. It's not simply about the intrinsic elements of, say, Red Bull. It's not just about what a product is made of or what it's supposed to do. Nor is it just about a brand image that is invented by experts and foisted on the masses, who swallow it whole. Any product or brand that catches on in the marketplace does so because of us: because enough of us decided that it had value or meaning and chose to participate. Because of the dialogue between consumer and consumed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you made a list of what you've bought over the last week or month and handed it to someone? What would they deduce about you? It might be a fascinating social experiment to post that list and see what people have to say; and it might not be what you are trying to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-7952300398880173138?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7952300398880173138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=7952300398880173138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7952300398880173138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/7952300398880173138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/dialogue-with-stuff.html' title='Dialogue With Stuff'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TH63f4_gKGs/SITRWkycODI/AAAAAAAAAEc/GxxAvYBoiAo/s72-c/bullhorn.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404149.post-5362175015353754178</id><published>2008-04-15T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:41:26.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><title type='text'>Conferences</title><content type='html'>Last week I was at a conference for my profession, but I'll leave the conference unnamed. As has been the case for most conferences that I have attended, several sessions were very good, several were ok, and a number of them were real snoozers. One of the especially irritating aspects is that one very well known minister and author (who has written a book that was on the best-selling list for quite a while) spoke one night - the exact same speech he did at a different conference last year. At least at that particular session, I was far more productive going into the lobby and writing notes on changes that I would like to see in my own context. The best part of a conference is finding the one or two great sessions and using the others to map out your thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best conference that you have attended?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404149-5362175015353754178?l=vaughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5362175015353754178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404149&amp;postID=5362175015353754178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5362175015353754178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404149/posts/default/5362175015353754178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughts.blogspot.com/2008/04/conferences.html' title='Conferences'/><author><name>John Vaught</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14866568450621220181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
