It makes me happy to see this entry on the Best Of list. This was my 1001st blog entry. For three years I’ve been plugging away every Monday through Friday and eventually, I ended up here.
I try to tie multiple topics together in my posts when I see random connections. This one may have set some kind of record: Rogue One, Schlock Mercenary, 1001 Arabian Nights. It was the perfect entry to kick off the second millennium of posts.
Dead Souls, Star Wars and Scheherazade
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I cringe as I read that headline, because the death of a child is the not “the best” of anything. This week I will be looking back at the year that was, and reposting the 5 most popular blog entries written in 2016: a “Best of” list.
River Ackley was my son’s friend. Her life was tragically taken in an instant back in April. I wrote about the pain of those left behind in an entry called Sixteen Is Too Young To Die.
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Today, is the last day of the year for me. Oh, I’m working next week, in that dead week between Christmas and New Years. I went on too many camping trips this year to take the entire week off. And, I’ll keep writing this blog Monday through Friday next year. But, today is the last original post for 2016. Next week I’ll be following my normal pattern of reposting the five most popular entries from 2016.
This was not my year. I’m typically an optimistic person. I think most people are generally good. I have a good job, a wonderful family who are all in relatively good health. I love where I live and enjoy my neighbors.
But, 2016 really landed some body blows. My favorite uncle passed away suddenly of a heart attack while out on a motorcycle ride. I still miss him. My car, Ironman, blew a headgasket and has been sitting forelornly in my driveway since March waiting on me to have the time and the money to fix him. I’ve had close family that had some severe reversals of fortunes. I’ve spent way more time in court than I would have liked.
I’m ready to be done. I normally love Fall, the leaves turning, the first snowfall, putting up the Christmas lights. And the food and the celebrations (my birthday, my daughter’s birthday and my anniversary are all in December.) But, this year, I haven’t been feeling it.
I’m looking forward to rolling over the calendar to a new year, a new start, a clean slate. I have some great goals for 2017. Some things that I’ve worked on for years that I hope will finally come about. In the meantime, I’ll go through the motions to finish out 2016.
To you, the readers, I say:
Thank you
Thank you
A thousand times, thank you
You cannot know how much your support and feedback have meant to me this year. I am constantly amazed that anyone finds these electronic scribblings entertaining or even useful.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Boxing Day (whatever that is) to those of you in Canada. And may 2016 be a cherished memory and 2017 be a bright light full of happiness and opportunity for you.
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Ever have one of those times where something seems like a good idea, or at least not a terrible idea, and then later you realize that you almost burned down a church?
So, Wednesday nights are when our boy scout troop meets. We have about a dozen 12 and 13 year-old boys. They are great kids. This was totally not their fault.
Next month we will be attending a district campout called the Klondike Derby. During the Klondike, the boys will have to work as a team to complete certain tasks. They will have to do lashings, and first aid, and pushups, and a number of other “scouting” type activities. One of which is to build a fire without using matches.
A cynical person might decide that since a lighter is technically not a match, we can just hand the boys a Zippo lighter and problem solved. Or, we can talk about flint and steel. It is possible to start a fire using a piece of flint and a metal scraper. A knife blade works great. You can buy flint and steel kits that include both.
Of course, it takes some practice and it doesn’t hurt to use some dryer lint. And if you soak that dryer lint with Vaseline, it works even better. Still, it’s not going to burst into flames the first time you scrape metal over your flint striker. You have to practice. We set out Wednesday night to practice.
The sparks from a flint and steel burn very quickly. You can strike the flint while standing and the sparks die before they get more than a few inches from your hands. So, striking flint and steel inside a building is perfectly safe. And that’s just what we did. We showed the boys how to get the steel at the right angle to maximize the sparks. And, of course, we had to show them how close they needed to get to the petroleum-jelly-soaked dryer lint in order to get it to catch. We placed the dryer lint on flat pieces of board that will eventually serve as our “stoves.”
And THAT is where we lost control. I’m still not sure how we went from throwing sparks to actual flames. The first one was
Oh, cool! It really works!
And then we quickly put it out. And then the one next to it was
We need to feed these twigs into the flame to keep it going.
And then we . . PUT IT OUT!!!
There wasn’t actually a smoke alarm in the room we were using. And we never actually lost control of any of the flames. But, it got very smokey. To air it out, we opened the window and the door to the hallway. . .where the smoke alarm was located.
Fortunately, most of the smoke went out the window and not into the hallway. Looking back, it really wasn’t that cold outside. We maybe should have moved outside as soon as we started putting spark to lint.
As leaders we nervously laughed about what we would tell the firemen.
“It’s okay. We’re boy scout leaders,” probably wouldn’t have gone over well.
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Okay, maybe I bore some slight responsibility, but I’m pretty sure she was partly to blame.
It’s concert time for people with kids in school. With a half dozen high schoolers and a couple of junior high kids at my house, we have been to a lot of concerts in December: band, orchastra and choir. These are not the concerts you remember from when you were a kid. These are full on productions.
Pleasant Grove High School has nearly 2000 students. It’s a 5A school and excels in wrestling and volleyball. And at least 25% of the kids are involved in the music program at some level. The Junior High has 1400 students and probably about the same percentage. That’s hundreds of kids in each concert.
I know what you are thinking. How many times can you sit through a slightly off key version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town? Not at all what this is like.
My friend Caleb Chapman runs a professional high school band, The Crescent Super Band, here in Utah. While his is one of the few truly professional high school bands, the kids in our area are amazingly talented.
The high school “collage” concert was last week. It lasted about 75 minutes and featured 5 or 6 bands. Honestly, I don’t remember how many different groups performed. But, I do remember that there were countless entrances and exits. There were three conductors, often all conducting at the same time. There were hundreds of children moving around the performing hall. And the music never stopped. For 75 minutes the bands (and orchastras) moved seemlessly from one song to the next. Now we are hearing a percussion song. As they end, a jazz quintet picks up immediately. Then, an orchastra that has silently made their way on stage, picks up as soon as the quintet is finished.
As audience members, we were constantly being redirected to a different part of the auditorium. The only clapping allowed was to acknowledge a soloist. There simply wasn’t time between songs.
The choir concert was last night and it went nearly the same way. Seventy-five minutes, five choirs, 200+ performers, video interludes, and lots of moving pieces. And that’s where the poor kid almost died.
We were asked to keep the aisles clear. The performers filed on and off stage preparing for their chance to sing. These changes were typically performed in the dark as the lights were on the group currently performing. The performers also filed up and down the aisles. Okay, ran up and down the aisles.
I was holding my 18 month old granddaughter. The diaper bag wasn’t even that far out in the aisle. In fact, it was probably only the shoulder strap that the poor guy caught with his foot as he ran down the aisle at the front of column of also running teenage boys.
He didn’t fall, but just barely. The ones behind him also just barely didn’t fall.
I quickly handed the baby to my lovely wife.
Ah. . yeah. . excuse me. . .if I could just. . .and. . yeah. . .sorry. . .let me get that. . .
Ever seen that movie where the hero is trying to catch a ball that keeps getting kicked just out of his reach? Yeah, that was me fighting to collect up the bags of cheerios, extra clothes, diapers (clean!) and basically remove the tangled landmine out from under the feet of the boys just trying to get in position for their next number.
Yeah, sorry about that. Not what they meant when they said, “Break a leg.”
Great concert, guys!
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The movie started at 11:00am. . .on a Friday. And you have a chance to see it for free. . .and it’s Star Wars. Do you play hooky to go see it?
That was exactly the situation I had last Friday. I went. I didn’t play hooky. It was work related.
I saw the movie with my friend Howard. In addition to the other things he does, he publishes moview reviews. (His review of Rogue One is found here, and contains no spoilers.) So, for Howard, the issue of work related or not was not even a question. It literally is part of his job.
Anyone who’s read my scribblings over the years knows that I work in IT. I’m a computer guy. So, how could I possibly justify seeing a movie on work time? Well, it wasn’t to take notes on the project management aspects of building a death star. Although, I do have to admire the determination that Ben Mendelsohn’s character showed in tracking down a technical resource for his failing project. It’s not what I would recommend as a best practice, but in fairness, it did get his project back on schedule.
I was there at the invitation of Maxta. You have probably never heard of Maxta. Honestly, I had never heard of Maxta. They design hyperconvergence software. (I had never heard of that either.) They way these corporate events go, you get invited to a movie and they offer a short presentation at the beginning. Sometimes they give stuff away. Often it’s a slide show with a sales guy explaining what the software does. The company puts the event on, knowing you are coming for the movie, but hoping to spark your interest in their solutions.
This event was a little different than previous ones I’ve attended. I expected a 300 seat theater. The room we were in had 48 extra-wide, super-comfy recliners.
I’m pretty sure the theater designed this room specificaly for these type of events. It worked. Unfortunately the threat of snow on Friday kept many people away. The room was only half full.
Hyperconvergence sounds like something out of Star Wars. . . and it sounds like something bad. Like maybe the hyperdrive is failing do to convergence.
Actually hyperconvergence is much simpler, and infinitely cooler than a movie plot point. It took me a while to wrap my head around it, and frankly it wasn’t until Howard googled the term, that I started to understand it. The easiest way to think about hyperconvergence is to look at your cell phone. You can use apps from many different manufacturers, and they seemlessly share data and most importantly a single interface.
But, Maxta doesn’t make cell phones. The hyperconvergence software they sell is for datacenters. They do for a datacenter, and especially the storage in a datacenter, what your cell phone does for the applications on it. It lets you manage from a simplified user interface and take advantage of many different storage solutions. (Stay with me, last bit of techno-jargon coming up here.) It means you don’t need a Storage Area Network, or SAN.
Okay, who cares, right? I’m guessing that your eyes sorta started to glaze over in that last paragraph and you were thinking, “Get on with the movie, already!” Well, once I figured out what hyperconvergence did, I was very interested. My company runs multiple datacenters. At my previous company, I was responsible for maintaining the datacenter. This is a product that not only didn’t I know existed, I didn’t know I needed.
After the holidays, I’ll be inviting these guys back to have lunch with some of our VPs who own the datacenters. As Humphrey Bogart once said, “it might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
And that is why these events are valuable. That’s why these events, despite the fact that it’s to see a popular movie, are work related.
(And the movie wasn’t bad either.)
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I think his soul just died a little.
My friend, Howard Tayler was describing overhearing an author answer the question “Where do you get your ideas?”
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I’ve been thinking about his particular blog entry for months. I always intended to use this post to talk about “Where do ideas come from.” But, then life interfened.
On Friday, I went to see the new Star Wars movie, Rogue One for free. I only needed to sit through a “short presentation.” Have you ever been offered a “3 days, 2 nights vacation” in some exciting sounding location if you were willing to sit through a “short presentation”? Did you go? Are you now the proud owner of a timeshare condo?
I was struck how both Maxta (the company that sponsered the movie on Friday) and timeshare companies use the same tactics. In one case, I’m happy to sit through the presentation. (It was actually interesting and I’m going to follow up with the company about a more indepth demo of hyperconvergence.) In the other, you have to endure the presentation and more than once think, “Is a couple of days in Vegas really worth this?”
I thought this would be an excellent topic to explore in more depth in a blog entry.
I attended this movie with my friend Howard. It’s a business meeting for him. He writes movie reviews. (His Rogue One review is here. It contains zero spoilers.) A year ago I wrote a series of posts about Howard and his comic Schlock Mercenary. It contains my all time most popular blog post. “New Maxims Revealed for the First Time.” I thought how it would be great to write a follow-up to that article since Howard has now released all 70 maxims.
In fact, the 70 maxims are going to be published in a dead-tree edition. He let me hold a copy of the dead-tree edition. It was gorgeous. I thought about how it would be an excellent topic to cover here. He even provided a story “hook.” In the front of a book that belongs to him and was written and published by him, in blue pen he wrote
This book is the property of Howard Tayler
It ties perfectly into the idea that he’s publishing a version of the book that is full of handwritten notes.
Scheherazade was the original blogger. “1001 Arabian Nights” is a collection of stories, including the story of Alladin, that Scheherazade tells Shahryar, the king each night so that he won’t kill her in the morning. She tells 1001 stories before the king finally agrees to spare her life.
As I think of coming up with a new entry tomorrow, I’m reminded of Scheherazade. She claimed, after 1001 nights that she had “run out of stories.” I don’t know that I’m a good enough storyteller that I could tell an engaging story that would spare my life, but Scheherazade illustrates a problem that everyone who creates content daily has to deal with,
Where do you come up with your ideas?
I think Howard described the author as “dying a little” because the answer is “Where don’t you get ideas from?”
When I started writing this blog three years ago, I kept a list of topics, “In case I ran out of ideas.” As I got better, and wrote more, I referred to my list less and less. I still write things down, but not because I’m afraid of not having enough ideas, but because I’m afraid I won’t remember all the ones that come up during the day.
Today, is a perfect illustration. I have too many ideas for a single day.
Ideas are where you find them. You only need to look.
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18-26-37-39-66
And the Powerball was 15.
Those were the December 14 Powerball winning numbers. It was worth a cool $100,000,000 if you picked them all. (Although the lump-sum payout was only $59,800,000.) Do you know what number almost won?
01-02-03-04-05 with a Powerball of 06
And yet, no one picks those numbers. Why? Because we’ve convinced ourselves that that sequence is too unlikely. One of the things about math is understanding statistics. 01-02-03-04-05 is just as likely as 18-26-37-39-66. How do I know? Well, first because of math and second because legally it has to be. The lottery commission can’t be playing around with which numbers are more or less likely.
Numbers, especially numbers in sequence, or numbers with a lot of zeros after them are viewed as significant. Don’t believe me? If you are older than 30, ask yourself how often as a kid you calculated how old you would be in the year 2003? Never did that? Of course not. Why would you? But, I’ll bet you calculated how old you would be in the year 2000. (36 for me, but since my birtday is at the end of December, I was 35 for most of the year.)
A few years ago, I called my younger brother. I got his voicemail.
This is Rodney. Yeah, I’m driving through Montana right now, but I thought you might like to know that my car is right. . . NOW . . .rolling passed 250,000 miiles. Talk to you later.
The funny thing? He was interested and happy I’d thought of him at that “historic” event.
Here’s a video I made when a car I had rolled passed 200,000 miles.
And yet, these are just numbers. One number is no more significant than the number right before or right after it. But, we still get excited when we see all of those zeros.
By the way, this is the 1000th blog entry on www.staging.rodneymbliss.com Just thought you might like to know that.
(Thanks for reading over the past 3 years.)
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They are in pristine condition. As flawless as the day they were printed. I didn’t even trust them to a shelf. Instead I tucked them away in a box for safekeeping.
My prized collection of Schlock Mercenary books.
Sharp eyed readers will notice volumes 1-9, with a few extra copies of a couple. These are no ordinary books. Anyone who wants could visit www.schlockmercenary.com and order a complete set. It will put you back about $200 and it’s well worth the price.
Howard Tayler, is the brilliant creator, writer and cartoonist responsible for creating these bundles of entertainment. Schlock Mercenary is an online comic. Every year or so, Howard collects the online stories, adds some additional content to make them unique and has them bound into truly beautiful dead-tree editions.
I have been collecting these since he released the very first one, Under New Management, many years ago. Fortunately, I live close enough to have a chance to occasionally help Howard and Sandra, his business and life partner, ship out new copies to fans all over the world.
As a generous token of their appreciation, I’ve been able to collect copies of the books.
These books are not like the books that get shipped out in mailings so large they warned the post office, “You need to bring the big truck.” This collection, my collection, is probably the most unique and possibly valuable collection of Schlock Mercenary books in existence. The following pictures indicate why.
When Howard gets ready to release a new book, he gives his fans a chance to order them in advance. And for a small number of fans, they can order a copy that is autographed by him and has a personalized sketch of one of the characters in it. Howard refers to it as “vandalizing them.” These books, my books, are all what are known as “Sketch editions.” That would make them valuable enough. But, with the exception of #3, these are sketch editions that are all unvandalized.
If you are not a Schlock fan, it might not mean much. To Howard’s fans, one of which is me, these books are rare enough as to be considered non-existent. And I have a complete set: 1-9 (with the exception of 3.) I had a thought at one point of waiting until the series is complete (somewhere around book 18 is the current estimate) and then imposing on Howard to create a custom story for me with 18 panels in it (although, the 3rd panel would have to be Tagon.)
At that point, I would have all the things, and the most unique collection of Schlock books every assembled. I knew I would have to wait a long time for it, so I made sure to keep the books in pristine condition.
Then, a funny thing happened. My kids started getting interested in the comic. I’m embarrassed to say that they didn’t know it was an online comic. All they ever saw were the dead-tree editions. Not the ones pictured here, of course. These books were practically under glass with a sign saying, “In case of fire, save these first.” But, I had other copies of the books that my kids liked to read.
This week, I pulled out my collection. I marvelled at how vibrant the colors still are after so many years. I took pride in the fact that these don’t have a scratch on them. Not one dog-eared page. No creased pages. Certainly no tears or stains. Yup, I had effectively taken a product my friend made and rendered it completely useless for its original purpose.
What was I thinking?
How stupid is it to buy a book and then not let anyone read it? To hide it in a box? To forbid anyone to touch it for fear it will be somehow damaged?
I realized I didn’t want a complete set of museum pieces. I wanted a set of books that my kids could pull off the bookshelf and lose themselves in for an hour, or an afternoon.
I realized that I no longer wanted to collect all the things. I didn’t want to anxiously wait for Book 18 or 20 or whatever the final number was, only to have my own personal stamp placed on them. So, what’s to do?
I’m returning them to the manufacturer. I reached out to Howard and said,
I have this set of pristine, unvandalized, sketch editions. Could I trade them for similar copies out of the scratch and dent pile?
I have no idea what Howard will do with them. He’s pretty good at thinking up innovative marketing or charity things. Maybe he’ll offer them for auction. Maybe he’ll reward some of his most loyal fans. Maybe, he’ll keep them in a box as a reminder of the early days of his career. I honestly don’t know. All I know is that they became a “thing” to me. Or rather several things. And I no longer wanted to be collecting a thing just to be collecting it.
I’ll get replacement copies, that even if brand new, will soon be dog-eared, and creased, and possibly slightly ripped and perhaps even stained. They will be dropped, and stepped on, and piled onto a shelf and drug back off of it. They’ll eventually get to the point that the’ve been opened and closed so many times that the binding literally falls apart.
At least I hope so.
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I think I was about 5 years old, maybe a little older. That would have made my brother about 7. We shared a room. And like most children, especially, young children, our room was often messy. My mother, I’m sure, used all the typical parental methods for getting us to clean it up.
One day we came up with a great idea. I don’t remember whose great idea it was, mine or my brother’s, but even 45 years later, I remember thinking it was a great idea.
We had a lot of games, Monopoly, Sorry, possibly even an early copy of Risk and a bunch I cannot remember. The games had a lot of little pieces. It was always a challenge to ensure that each little piece found its way back to the correct box. So we came up with this great idea of how to make it easier to fix.
We dumped the contents of all of the games into a big pile in the center of the room. We figured, in our elementary thinking, that somehow this would make it easier to sort them. We could “start over” and it would go better.
You can imagine how it went.
Yesterday, I talked about the need to “break things to fix things.” Some readers questioned if I was suggesting you had to always break things to fix things. Absolutely not. In fact, as my childhood experience shows, there are times where you should definitely not break things in your effort to fix them.
A few years ago, Bruce Willis and Justin Long starred in Live Free or Die Hard. The movie was significant for a couple of reasons. First, it was a Die Hard movie that wasn’t rated R. I try to avoid R-rated movies, and certainly don’t want my kids watching them, so I was happy to see a John McClane film that I could watch with my kids.
But, more importantly for this discussion, the movie was about “resetting” the America’s computer networks. The criminals wanted to destroy the country’s computer infrastructure so they can then step in and take control. The idea being if you control the flow of information, you control the world. Justin Long’s character describes the terrorists’ plan, called a “fire sale.”
A three-step systematic attack on the entire national infrastructure. Step one: take out all the transportation. Step two: the financial base and telecoms. Step three: You get rid of all utilities: gas, water, electric, nuclear. Pretty much anything thats run by computers, which today is almost everything. That’s why they call it a fire sale: because everything must go.
Later he describes the attraction that wannabe anarchists like him had to “reset the entire system.” Part of the arc of the movie, in addition to lots of gunfire and blowing stuff up, is Long’s character’s realization that as attractive as a “reset” appears, it’s actually a really, really bad idea.
Sure, sometimes you need to break things to fix them. Other times you don’t. The key to being an adult, and not a 5 year old in a room full of Monopoly pieces is knowing the difference.
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.
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