Deleting Facebook

Recently as I go deeper into the academic rabbit hole, I have found the need to revive my blog just a bit. Many class assignments require writing up discussion points, so why not do it here?

Also, if I am to eventually obtain a PHD, it is important to build a body of work. Some of the none of you reading this may have noticed an influx of posts about various functions, database manifests, and so on. These are partially just notes so I can remember what I was doing five minutes ago – but eventually along with my OpenBOR work I am hoping to have a nice collection to organize and publish.

So what does this have to do with Facebook? Simple, part of reviving the blog sphere means reorganizing – switching to hashtags vs. loads of categories, revamping some old code, all that good business.

As it happens, Facebook is chained to this thing like Stevie Nicks, ergo my account needs cleaning just as bad. Fixing the albums, categorizing posts so I can find them, and frankly, removing a few faux pas. Not personal stuff – I was always pretty careful about that. I’m talking posts about code work that looking back now I must wonder what sick malaise struck me when crafting them! 🙂

Problem is have you SEEN what a pain it is to clean FB profiles?! Mine has been active since 2008, and I no doubt averaged ~1.5 posts a day. That’s a lot of extraneous excrement to sift through. It’s certainly doable, just not worth the time. Instead let’s go the way of a rookie call center tech: Format and recover!

Within the next week I am going to perform a full delete on my account. Afterwards I will restart fresh, though it might be a while since FB can take up to 90 days before a profile is truly cleared.

There you have it – sorry if I carried on like an Allen Collins solo. If you see me show up as a friend request in the next month or two, it’s really me and I hope you’ll accept. In the meantime, both of you who wish to keep up with me may do so here or through my other social venues. You shouldn’t have trouble finding them.

See you soon!

DC

Hashtag Hunting

 

Hashtags are a great tool – assuming they actually are used as a tool and not containers for pithy phrases and meme overload. As time passes I have found myself sometimes forgetting my own tags, and thus am creating this list to avoid and overlap.

#academic_alacrity

#adhd_adventure

#altruistic_activism

#animal_appreciation

#anorak_apogee

#artistic_affinity

#commerce_cacophony

#courthouse_courtship

#family_fracas

#fitness_foibles

#h20_hijinx

#history_hunting

#holiday_hoopla

#humorous_hubris

#musical_medley

#outdoor_opulence

#painful_puns

#signage_spam

#solipsistic_selfie

#technology_temerity

#training_tactics

#winter_wanderlust

 

 

Bic Pens vs. Women

I’d like to say foremost, I actually agree with Ms. DeGeneres on many issues, and for the most part find her hilarious. But when asked to write about the concept of Bic Pens for Women representing ingrained societal misogyny, I found myself having to hide a familiar and festering anger. But the source of my irritation is not what most would assume. Indeed, you might find it is support for women’s causes, not opposition.

As it happens, I was raised by a single mother. But she was not a “mother” – yes I am the most important entity in her life, but raising me was not and is not her identity. For while feeding, sheltering, protecting, and teaching me all of the things she could of courtesy, curiosity, and perseverance, she also worked herself to the bone as part of a growing family business. The latter task she continues to this day. She has been tested in every way a person can be and does not slow down. This she learned from my grandmother, who also built a clothing business even as she acted as the De-facto family matriarch through sheer force of personality. I might add my grandmother, though retired from her own endeavors, now works at my mother’s side and still commands ultimate respect of the family.

In my lifetime I never observed either of these two remarkable women lay claim to any privilege or detriment impressed upon them by society. The simple fact of the matter is they didn’t have time. A sign hangs on the door to my Mother’s office – “She who rows the boat has no time to rock it”. If you are running a race and someone tells you that winning is not possible, do you stop and argue so as to make them right? Or do you ignore the heckling and pass them by on your way to the finish line?

To look beyond my limited experience, one only needs a cursory glance through history. Marie Curie, Amelia Earhart, Eleanor Roosevelt… these women didn’t waste time or energy concerning themselves with barriers. They were too busy ignoring them and adding something to the sum of humanity beyond a bit of noise.

The truth is that Bic For Women is nothing more than another vapid flash in the pan marketing ploy. Yes, I think we can all agree it was a rather bone headed concept, and sure it’s a fine example of everything wrong with the cooperate hive mind. But a tool of oppression? That’s stretching things a bit I think. So it goes when something so meaningless in the grand scheme becomes a point of outrage for feminists, I feel as though my family and others like them are being belittled and insulted. Do women really need that level of support? Is the colloquialism “boys and girls” really worth more than a passing thought? Was an outcry over INK PENS warranted on any level? I’d like to think women are stronger than that – the ones I know and prefer to associate with certainly are.

If I am wrong, then logically the likes of Barbara Streisand, Whoopi Goldberg, and Hillary Clinton have been greater boons for women than Ms. Cuire, Earhart, or Roosevelt. Furthermore it would seem women have no need of feminine hygiene products. Come to think of it, why do men need facial razors? After all, anything marketed toward either sex is yet another sign of a skewed society yes?

To go even further, there are parts of this world where women truly are oppressed. Where education or even showing their faces in public can result in ostracism, torture, rape, or death – sometimes all and not always in the order listed. Yet here in the west we use the energy that might go to these real problems for quibbling about ink pens and maxi pads. Does no one see the shame in this?

Welcome to ADHD

Here is a somewhat self-pitying but still quite insightful article on the experience of ADHD by one Dr. Edward M. Hallowell. This was originally linked by Ty Brown on Facebook, and quickly caught my attention (no pun intended).

As my peers are aware, I was diagnosed in 7th grade, before calling every other kid ADHD was in vogue. For a short while I was even on the then new drug Ritalin, and it was quite effective (interesting note, Ritalin itself makes a workable if somewhat scary diagnostic tool. It has the intended calming effect on actual ADHD subjects, while simply giving “normal” individuals a variable euphoric high).

Due to side effects on my digestive system and the simple fact neither me nor the family liked the idea of my being on a pill my dosage was discontinued. Bad grades and (in some people’s eyes) a minor thrill seeking complex aside I have gotten along just fine without it.

Here is the actual article, also block quoted below should the link go dead.

Enjoy,

DC

What is it like to have ADHD? What is the feel of the syndrome? Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. First of all, I resent the term. As far as I’m concerned, most people have Attention Surplus Disorder. I mean, life being what it is, who can pay attention to anything for very long? Is it really a sign of mental health to be able to balance your checkbook, sit still in your chair, and never speak out of turn? But anyway, be that as it may, there is this syndrome called ADD or ADHD, depending on what book you read. So what’s it like to have it?

Some people say the so-called syndrome doesn’t even exist, but believe me, it does. Many metaphors come to mind to describe it. It’s like driving in the rain with bad windshield wipers. Everything is smudged and blurred and you’re speeding along, and it’s really frustrating not being able to see very well. Or it’s like listening to a radio station with a lot of static and you have to strain to hear what’s going on. Or, it’s like trying to build a house of cards in a dust storm. You have to build a structure to protect yourself from the wind before you can even start on the cards.

In other ways it’s like being supercharged all the time. You get one idea and you have to act on it, and then, what do you know, but you’ve got another idea before you’ve finished up with the first one, and so you go for that one, but of course a third idea intercepts the second, and you just have to follow that one, and pretty soon people are calling you disorganized and impulsive and all sorts of impolite words that miss the point completely. Because you’re trying really hard. It’s just that you have all these invisible vectors pulling you this way and that, which makes it really hard to stay on task. Plus, you’re spilling over all the time. You’re drumming your fingers, tapping your feet, humming a song, looking here, looking there, stretching, doodling, and people think you’re not paying attention or that you’re not interested, but all you’re doing is spilling over so that you can pay attention. I can pay a lot better attention when I’m taking a walk or listening to music or even when I’m in a crowded, noisy room than when I’m still and surrounded by silence.

What is it like to have ADHD? Buzzing. Being here and there and everywhere. Someone once said, “Time is the thing that keeps everything from happening all at once.” Time parcels moments out into separate bits so that we can do one thing at a time. In ADHD, this does not happen. In ADHD, time collapses. Time becomes a black hole. To the person with ADHD it feels as if everything is happening all at once. This creates a sense of inner turmoil or even panic. The individual loses perspective and the ability to prioritize. He or she is always on the go, trying to keep the world from caving in on top.

Lines. I’m almost incapable of waiting in lines. I just can’t wait, you see. That’s the agony of it. Impulse leads to action. I’m very short on what you might call the intermediate reflective step between impulse and action. That’s why I, like so many people with ADHD, lack tact. Tact is entirely dependent on the ability to consider one’s words before uttering them. We ADHD types don’t do this so well.

Many of us with ADHD crave high-stimulus situations. In my case, I love casinos, the high-intensity crucible of doing psychotherapy and having lots of people around. High stim situations can get you into trouble, which is why ADHD is high among criminals and self-destructive risk-takers. It is also high among so-called Type A personalities, as well as among manic-depressives, sociopaths and drug users. But it is also high among creative and intuitive people in all fields, and among highly-energetic, highly-productive people. Which is to say there is a positive side to all this. Usually the positive doesn’t get mentioned when people speak about ADHD because there is a natural tendency to focus on what goes wrong, or at least on what has to be somehow controlled. But often once the ADHD has been diagnosed, and the individual, with the help of teachers, parents and colleagues, has learned how to cope with it, an untapped realm of the brain swims into view. Suddenly the radio station is tuned in, the windshield is clear, the sand storm has died down. And the child or adult, who had been such a problem, such a nudge, such a general pain in the neck, starts doing things he’d never been able to do before. He surprises everyone around him, and he surprises himself. I use the male pronoun, but it could just as easily be she, as we are seeing more and more ADHD among females as we are looking for it.

Often these people are highly imaginative and intuitive. They have a “feel” for things, a way of seeing right into the heart of matters while others have to reason their way along methodically. This is the person who can’t explain how he thought of the solution, or where the idea for the story came from, or why suddenly he produced such a painting, or how he knew the short cut to the answer, but all he can say is he just knew it, he could feel it. This is the man or woman who makes million-dollar deals in a catnap and pulls them off the next day. This is the child who, having been reprimanded for blurting something out, is then praised for having blurted out something brilliant. These are the people who learn and know and do and go by touch and feel.

These people can feel a lot. In places where most of us are blind they can, if not see the light, at least feel the light, and they can produce answers apparently out of the dark. It is important for others to be sensitive to this “sixth sense” many ADHD people have, and to nurture it. If the environment insists on rational, linear thinking and “good” behavior from these people all the time, then they may never develop their intuitive style to the point where they can use it profitably. It can be exasperating to listen to people talk. They can sound so vague or rambling. But if you take them seriously and grope along with them, often you will find they are on the brink of startling conclusions or surprising solutions.

What I am saying is that their cognitive style is qualitatively different from most people’s, and what may seem impaired, with patience and encouragement may become gifted. The thing to remember is that if the diagnosis can be made, then most of the bad stuff associated with ADHD can be avoided or contained. The diagnosis can be liberating, particularly for people who have been stuck with labels like “lazy,” “stubborn,” “willful,” “disruptive,” “impossible,” “tyrannical,” “a space shot,” “brain damaged,” “stupid,” or just plain “bad.” Making the diagnosis of ADHD can take the case from the court of moral judgment to the clinic of neuropsychiatric treatment.

What is the treatment all about? Anything that turns down the noise. Just making the diagnosis helps turn down the noise of guilt and self-recrimination. Building certain kinds of structure into one’s life can help a lot. Working in small spurts rather than long hauls. Breaking tasks down into smaller tasks. Making lists. Getting help where you need it. Maybe applying external limits on your impulses. Or getting enough exercise to work off some of the noise inside. Finding support. Getting someone in your corner to coach you, to keep you on track. Medication can help a great deal too, but it is far from the whole solution. The good news is that treatment can really help.

We who have ADHD need your help and understanding. We may make mess-piles wherever we go, but with your help, those mess-piles can be turned into realms of reason and art. So, if you know someone like me who’s acting up and daydreaming and forgetting this or that and just not getting with the program, consider ADHD before he starts believing all the bad things people are saying about him and it’s too late.

We’re Back!

After thoroughly breaking DC Current with a botched bit of custom code to the point my database was in need of a rebuild, I had put off fixing everything for quite a while. But today I finally buckled down and got everything back online.

Unfortunately it meant blowing away all the customization and feature adds I had done prior, so now it’s time to get started reinstalling the plug-ins, themes, widgets, etc. Ugh…

DC

Around The Sun Again

Tis my birthday. Figures I would forget and have to be reminded by Nichole. No big anyway, who really looks forward to a birthday after 21? For that matter, 21 was pretty meaningless to me since I don’t drink. So yeah, 18 for voting was about the last time I really looked forward to or cared about my own birthday. That said, I’m not above leveraging it for some food. 🙂

Nichole fixed hand breaded drumsticks for supper, one of my favorites. Man that was the stuff. Also, is it any coincidence the A-TEAM premieres today? I don’t think so. Though I seriously doubt it will live up to the old show (how could anything compare to Mr. T?), we’ll definitely be there tomorrow night.

Another nice touch was a message from my mother about how proud of me she was. It’s a really nice thing to hear. I know the family loves me, but I can’t help wondering once in a while if I disappoint them.

On a last note, what had to be the coolest part of this day was Connor and Caydence coming home with a cake. They were so proud of finding one for daddy. I usually worry more about preparing them for adulthood then entertaining their levity. But to see how they took such pride with everything reminded me to relax a bit and just enjoy them for once.

All in all it is just a nice evening home with the family. Lame? Perhaps. Trite? Probably. And I say so be it. The best things in life are free, simple, and right in front of us.

DC

P.S.: After posting this, I checked my personal mail, and found a gaggle of birthday wishes over on facebook. So let me address each of you who took just a few seconds out of your day for me:

@Michelle Martin: One more year removed from the ketchup packs. Remember how long ago it seemed when we were thinking about how long ago that was? Ahh well, that’s part of life. You’ve always been a dear friend and I’ll never forget all the silly stuff we pulled together.

@Hunter Pratt: Yes little cousin, I am in fact 33. You seem surprised. I’ll take that as a complement, and don’t forget that 33 or not, I can still waste you and the other HHH crew on the track. 🙂

@Matt Dillon: Kind of ironic that you and I are cousins yet you and Nichole know each other better, especially with us both working on campus. That’s the price of a busy life though. We need to start hanging out more; feel free to shoot me a mail or stop in my office sometime.

@Tori Earlywine: Good times in elementary no? It was always cool having you as a neighbor, even if two miles away. I’m glad to see you are doing great these days. Thank you and stay well!

@Sarah Bumgardner: What are you doing posting about my birthday. You have a new arrival of your own any day now. I’m excited for you and the difficult but rewarding world you are about to enter!

@Teli Perkins: In some way I always thought of you as kind of a big sister I never had. You know, having the wisdom of two whole years to pass down. Funny how back then that was a lifetime. Have to say it was pretty cool of you to cart Brandin and I around too. Some of my favorite memories were just chillin with you guys in the world’s coziest living room. It was great to see you and meet your children. Here’s hoping to again soon with you back in state!

@Jessica Fugate: Anyone related to anyone else that can put up with my mother for five days a week has to be one of the good people. You have a beautiful family Jessica, and I hope good things keep heading your way!

@Tiffany Sprague: Tiffany, I always thought you were amazingly put together. A straight man amongst the eccentric extemp crew if you will. Except in the guise of a lovely young woman. Likewise I was happy to see you too, and hopefully the next time won’t be 15 more years down the road.

@”Mister” Huff: You, me, and Rough Tuff Jimmy Cluff at a Pondo show. That’s all I’m saying. Well, except that my girl, makes you wanna have it. Yo’ girl, got paid like Danny Havak!

@Melinda Fox: You have ever been a leader, and proved it again in organizing Ms. E’s send off. I always admired and look up to that quality in you. Also, don’t forget what I said about caring. It is what makes you you, and distinguished from those who don’t. If you ever need anything, just give me a shout.

@Nichole Caskey: It goes without saying I cannot imagine life without you. You have given my the gift of your love and the most wonderful children a man could ask for. But really now. Slaving over a hot stove to make a cake? You must have really gone all out to mold up that plastic covering it came in too. I’m impressed. 😉

@Rebecca Craft: Looking back, it always seemed as if you made an effort to draw me out of the so called shell. I find that especially admirable considering the obvious crush I had on you all through Sophomore year; that had to be embarrassing. But then, getting peeps involved was just kind of your way yes? A great quality. I also have to thank you for teaching me the appellation of “moreheadian”. I still snicker saying that out loud.

@Ryan Perkins: You too are one of the good people. Not once can I think of a time when you didn’t have a smile or grin. I hope that hasn’t changed. You, me, Brandin, and the rest of the gang need to get together!

@Rachel Kingsland: It would be pretty pointless to sing praises here, because you already have the best endorsement I can possibly give to a person; entrusting you and your family with our children. What else can I say?

Thanks everyone for the well wishes. Small gesture though it may be, just taking the time to do it made an already great day fantastic! Now that’s enough sappy talk from me. It’s actually Saturday morning as I write this extension and time for breakfast. I can already smell the leftover drumsticks, oh yeah…

Cheers!
DC