Every presidential election is about the Supreme Court
This past week has proved that more than ever.
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We have a Christmas tradition at our house. Every year I buy my lovely wife a poinsettia. You know, the pretty “Christmas Flowers.” Funny thing about poinsettias, they aren’t naturally red. And they don’t have petals. Those are leaves. And they are naturally green. They raise them in the dark and that makes the leaves turn red.
You might think that June is an odd time to be talking about Christmas traditions and poinsettias. It’s not. We have another tradition. I attempt to keep the poinsettia alive as long as possible. My lovely wife told me I should throw it away today.
But, it’s still alive.
Yeah, but it’s ugly now. The purpose of a flower is to be pretty to look at.
No, the purpose of a flower is to wage a fruitless war with death to see how long I can keep it alive.
I threw it away. I do think June is the longest I’ve ever been able to keep one alive.
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It was a busy weekend. And there was a little bit of everything for everybody.
Let’s start with the obvious. It was Father’s Day on Sunday. And I am blessed to have all my kids in the state. My wonderful daughter is back from her deployment in South Korea. And a lot of other kids came by as well. And the family BBQ was well attended by grandkids as well.
I got some very thoughtful gifts. We had great food and there was no drama. Some of my kids didn’t make it, but with 13 I’m not sure they will ever all make it.
Plus, Sunday was Juneteenth, the newest federal holiday. Juneteenth celebrates the day (June 19, 1865) when Union troops arrived in Galveston, Texas and informed the last group of slaves that they were free. Many of my children and grandchildren are black. We don’t make a huge deal about Juneteenth, but that doesn’t mean we don’t understand what a big deal it is.
And June is Pride month. None of my immediate family are members of the LGBTQ community. But, extended family and friends are. Lots of celebrations.
But, this has also been the Pleasant Grove city celebration, Strawberry Days. Not only is Strawberry Days a 101 year old tradition, this year was extra special for the Bliss family. My beautiful daughter Ruth is a member of the Strawberry Days royalty.
The parade was Saturday morning. It was a proud moment to see Ruth on the Pleasant Grove float. But, there was another Bliss descendant in the parade. My grandson was voted one of the cutest babies. He and his mother got to be in the parade too.
And then, Saturday night we attended the Strawberry Days Rodeo. And the rodeo starts with mutton busting. Little kids ride sheep and get judged. One of the mutton busters was my grandson. He made it about 3 seconds. But, then, he’s 5 years old. I expect he’ll be back next year.
His sister is also part of the city festivals, just not Pleasant Grove’s. She is in the Spanish Fork Mini-Miss royalty. Their parade is next month.
Good thing, because June has become pretty full.
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I wasn’t at work for two days this week, Monday and Tuesday. On the books at work it’s listed as PTO: personal time off.
Was it?
I guess so.
So, it was a vacation?
Sure.
So, what did you do?
Nothin.
Waddaya mean, nothin? You must have done something?
Well, we went to Palisades State Park in Southern Utah.
What did you do there?
Nothin.
Stop saying that. You must have done something.
Not really. Family came down. My dear mother came in from Arizona. A bunch of my kids and grandkids were there.
And y’all just sat around doing nothing?
Pretty much.
Can I come next time?
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We had a great time. . .doing nothing.
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And then there was a loud bang and the AC quit working!
My daughter was describing her most recent car trouble. We were getting ready for a family vacation. She planned to drive her own car to Palisade State Park in Southern Utah. The day before she was running errands and heard the bang and the AC quit.
Naturally she brought it my house. Daddy’s Garage. It turned out that she had a broken serpentine belt. The serpentine belt transfers power from the engine to other things like the alternator, the water pump and the air conditioning compressor.
My daughter has long beautiful hair extensions. Her broken serpentine belt bore an uncanny resemblance to her hair extensions.
Fortunately a serpentine belt is not particularly expensive or difficult to replace.
After a trip to the auto parts store and a few minutes under the hood, she was good as new.
Other than the heat, it wasn’t a bad way to spend part of an afternoon.
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Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. Order Miscellany II, an anthology including his latest short story, “The Mercy System” here
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Swann’s Way is by Marcel Proust. If you are like me, that didn’t mean much. To certain people it means a lot.
Swann’s Way is the first book in the “In Search of Lost Time” seven book series. Although, technically, I think they are all one book. Just published in separate volumes. And that makes sense because the most noticeable trait in Proust’s writing is that it’s long. His words are long. His sentences are long. His paragraphs are long. It makes perfect sense that his book is long.
As a writer it’s important to me to know at what level I’m writing. This post is written at a 7th grade reading level and has 9.9 words per sentence. That’s pretty much what I aim for. Editors will tell you that 5th to 7th grade reading level is where you should be aiming for.
Proust’s editor must have missed that lesson because Proust is written an advanced collegiate reading level. In fact, the Flesch Kincaid Calculator puts it at College Graduate (Very difficult to read.)
I read Swann’s Way because I’m working my way through the greatest novels ever written. “In Search of Lost Time” is considered by the web site I’m using to be the greatest novel ever written.
I would be lying if I told you I understood very much of Swann’s Way. I do know who Swann’s was. And his love interest is Odette. And I understand who the narrator is. I think I could also identify a few other of the characters if I met them.
And I got a lot of exposure to the rooms that these people were in.
But, other than that? I’m not sure I understand the themes. I struggled to hold the narrative. Some of Proust’s paragraphs run to several pages. His longest sentence is
But I had seen first one and then another of the rooms in which I had slept during my life, and in the end I would revisit them all in the long course of my waking dream: rooms in winter, where on going to bed I would at once bury my head in a nest, built up out of the most diverse materials, the corner of my pillow, the top of my blankets, a piece of a shawl, the edge of my bed, and a copy of an evening paper, all of which things I would contrive, with the infinite patience of birds building their nests, to cement into one whole; rooms where, in a keen frost, I would feel the satisfaction of being shut in from the outer world (like the sea-swallow which builds at the end of a dark tunnel and is kept warm by the surrounding earth), and where, the fire keeping in all night, I would sleep wrapped up, as it were, in a great cloak of snug and savoury air, shot with the glow of the logs which would break out again in flame: in a sort of alcove without walls, a cave of warmth dug out of the heart of the room itself, a zone of heat whose boundaries were constantly shifting and altering in temperature as gusts of air ran across them to strike freshly upon my face, from the corners of the room, or from parts near the window or far from the fireplace which had therefore remained cold—or rooms in summer, where I would delight to feel myself a part of the warm evening, where the moonlight striking upon the half-opened shutters would throw down to the foot of my bed its enchanted ladder; where I would fall asleep, as it might be in the open air, like a titmouse which the breeze keeps poised in the focus of a sunbeam—or sometimes the Louis XVI room, so cheerful that I could never feel really unhappy, even on my first night in it: that room where the slender columns which lightly supported its ceiling would part, ever so gracefully, to indicate where the bed was and to keep it separate; sometimes again that little room with the high ceiling, hollowed in the form of a pyramid out of two separate storeys, and partly walled with mahogany, in which from the first moment my mind was drugged by the unfamiliar scent of flowering grasses, convinced of the hostility of the violet curtains and of the insolent indifference of a clock that chattered on at the top of its voice as though I were not there; while a strange and pitiless mirror with square feet, which stood across one corner of the room, cleared for itself a site I had not looked to find tenanted in the quiet surroundings of my normal field of vision: that room in which my mind, forcing itself for hours on end to leave its moorings, to elongate itself upwards so as to take on the exact shape of the room, and to reach to the summit of that monstrous funnel, had passed so many anxious nights while my body lay stretched out in bed, my eyes staring upwards, my ears straining, my nostrils sniffing uneasily, and my heart beating; until custom had changed the colour of the curtains, made the clock keep quiet, brought an expression of pity to the cruel, slanting face of the glass, disguised or even completely dispelled the scent of flowering grasses, and distinctly reduced the apparent loftiness of the ceiling.
That sentence is 599 words long. And while it’s the longest in the book, it had plenty of company.
What I Liked
Proust wrote in French, so naturally I was reading a translation. But even in a translation, Proust’s command of language comes through. At times I ignored the story and simply enjoyed the way that Proust was using the language. And at times, the story did come shining through, and I followed eagerly the actions and plotting of the various characters.
What I Didn’t
If you fell into an impressionist painting, your description might be written like Swann’s Way was written. The language, while beautiful was overpowering. It was nearly impossible to follow the story for much of the book. And the plot was nothing earthshaking. It was a fairly pedestrian plot about French elites and their endless series of parties and conversations.
What It Means To You
Do you enjoy laboring over books? Spending an hour of a single chapter as you peal back the layers of prose? Then, Swann’s Way will absolutely appeal to you. But, if you are interested in reading a story and seeing the action move from one scene to the next, Swann’s Way is going to be frustrating.
My Rating
Three out of four stars
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Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. Order Miscellany II, an anthology including his latest short story, “The Mercy System” here
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There’s nothing really wrong with “How Will You Measure Your Life.” (HWYMYL) Just as there’s nothing really wrong with a drive to the grocery store. The issue is that it’s not memorable. And typically you don’t want your drive to the grocery store to be memorable. “I was nearly killed on my way to WalMart” is never a good sentence.
But, with a business book, you not only expect it to be memorable, you need it to be. The best books, whether business or fiction, stay with you. They force you to think. They force you to reexamine previous ideas. They offer you unique perspectives on the future.
HWYMYL did none of that for me.
I really wanted to like this book. It came highly recommended by my dear mother. Clayton Christensen, the lead author, is one of my favorite writers. He wrong the brilliant “Innovators Dilemma,” a book full of concepts that I continually return to even though I haven’t read it in years.
I finished reading HWYMYL about a month ago. It’s been sitting on my desk waiting for me to write this review. And yet, as I started I couldn’t remember a single story or concept. I had to review the book just to remember what it was about.
It’s not badly written. Christensen’s voice comes through strongly. And James Allworth and Karen Dillon bring solid contributions. Like many of Christensen’s earlier works it includes a collection of stories about businesses and how those businesses identified and then solves a business problem. (Honda corporation building motorcycles. McDonalds corporation figuring out how to sell milkshakes.)
Where the book breaks down is in trying to take lessons from those businesses and applying it to your life, or my life. Ultimately it was just a well written collection of business anecdote. Entertaining but ultimately forgettable.
What I Liked
HWYMYL reads like a short story collection. And I love short stories. Each company profile gives an interesting perspective of a business need and a unique, although not often intuitive solution. The pacing and the writing are well done. The Acknowledgment section was fascinating. As a Clayton Christensen fan from his earlier work, it was fascinating to hear how Allworth and Dillon met him and ended up working with him.
What I Didn’t
Like plain pasta without any sauce or cheese, HWYMYL, was ultimately forgettable. The individual company stories did not tie together in any meaningful way. The attempt to tie the lessons together via a more personal narrative simply didn’t work. At 221 pages it felt substantial in my hand, but I kept looking for the “ah ha” moment. Ultimately I got to the end of the book before I found it.
What It Means For You
If you like reading about how some of the most successful products and companies took an unlikely path to success, HWYMYL has those. If you are searching for a book to help you decide how to set priorities and ultimately decide what’s most important for you in your life, this book probably isn’t going to offer you that insight.
My Rating
Two out of five stars.
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Rodney M Bliss is an author, columnist and IT Consultant. His blog updates every weekday. He lives in Pleasant Grove, UT with his lovely wife, thirteen children and grandchildren. Order Miscellany II, an anthology including his latest short story, “The Mercy System” here
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