Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Lessons from the new Star Trek movie


In the latest Star Trek movie, “Star Trek Into Darkness,” Captain Kirk is told to follow Star Fleet directive by Mister Spock and not expose a primitive civilization to their unauthorized and upsetting presence to avoid altering the primitive society's history. It means Spock will die and the planet may be destroyed but adherence to the rule is Spock’s main and only priority. Kirk questions destroying the planet rather than showing themselves and also wants to save his friend. It seems win-win to him but if he must adhere to rules, he can’t do it. Because heroes save planets and their friends, Kirk disobeys the directive and of course, loses his command. So it should be understood that there are consequences for making it up as you go along. A person making a decision to go against rules or morality or ethics or decency or laws will always have to pay a price. It is often the price of freedom. Free thought isn’t at all free. It never has been. What it came down to for Captain Kirk is a priori vs. a posteriori decision. One means true by rule, the other is true by observation. Objective vs. subjective. One means removing one’s own personal opinions from any decision making process. The other means to use your personal opinions or beliefs in the decision making process. Rules do tend to objectify any decision making process. Making the rule might have been fraught with the subjective evaluations of the law-makers but once established, it becomes a priori true and therefore closer to objective than subjective.  One example would be federal, state or local laws or regulations. You are given a job and told to follow the rules. No one pays you to think, you follow orders. Failing to do so subjects you to punishment. Here’s the thing. If you can only follow the rules, without question, there is no point to having a brain.


Are mass murderers, pedophiles, perverts, and dictators free thinkers? You bet they are. So there’s the rub. If Captain Kirk is a hero for using his powers of observation and logical thinking to disobey policy to save a civilization and a friend but serial murders who cut up their victims for fish bait are heinous and reviled sub-humans, is subjectivity safe?


Religion traditionally provided believers with an ultimate set of values that a believer could rely on when tempted by personal leanings. In the recent mass-murder bombing at the Boston Marathon, Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the surviving bomber, scribbled notes to himself in the boat he was later captured in describing his brother and co-bomber as a martyr who was in heaven enjoying the fruits of his jihad. Crusaders rode their horses through palaces in Jerusalem chopping the limbs off infidels to the greater glory of God. Societies provide laws for direction. Our society believes that “thou shalt not kill” until it becomes necessary to put murderers to death as punishment or declare war on another country when it feels threatened and reward medals to sanctioned killers. So even societal laws are not absolute. They are subject to the majority's subjective interpretation.


As rules go, I think the golden rule is pretty cool. Living to serve others in equal proportion to serving yourself, or if truly heroic, even more. Avoiding inflicting pain. Being a positive force for truth telling. Trying to listen and understand others. Being empathetic. That came from a religion.

But here’s the thing about religion. It needs to make sense. I also personally think it needs to make sense both globally and universally. Let me use an example. You are born and raised a Methodist, Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic, Presbyterian, Church of Christ or other flavor of Christianity. You have the one “true” God. You are promised ultimate forgiveness for sins if you believe in the resurrection of Christ and you are truly sorry for your sins. One other thing, you will have life everlasting for your belief. Also: other religions are just plain wrong. They worship false gods. Unless or until they reject their native beliefs and convert to yours, they will not achieve the kingdom of God and if they are sinners, may spend eternity in hell, being punished.


So let’s check the sense of this. There are 7,086,000,000 people on earth, 578,000,000 of which are some form of Christian. That leaves 2 out of every 3 persons alive on earth today left out of concepts and ideas some of them will never be exposed to. But Muslims believe their god is the one true god. Buddists, Jews, Hindus, Zoroastrians, Sikists and another dozen or so major religious beliefs tend toward a certain exclusivity of true knowledge of the metaphysical. If I were born in a society and raised a particular religion, it stands to reason I would hold my beliefs dear. If not then I would be one of those “free thinkers” I referred to above. I would not adhere to rules, I would reject my upbringing, disavow my parent’s core beliefs and using some personal exclusivity I have that my peer’s lack, adopt foreign orthodoxy as my own. So there we have it. If Christianity (to use as an example) is the one “true” religion, it means 2/3s of the world’s population needs to reject their core values and adopt the one “true” God. Not their own god, somebody’s else’s. It would be true not because Western Europeans and North Americans are like the rest of the world. No, it’s the opposite. it means their superiority of thinking, culture and beliefs trumps the rest of the world. It means the rest of the world, the 2/3s majority of people alive on earth are just plain wrong. Their societies are based on untruths. Their histories and cultural growth was misguided for centuries and centuries. If this makes sense to you, then God bless. It is on the face of it, exclusively chauvinistic, jingoistic and totally illogical but then if you only follow rules and don’t think about it, it doesn’t need to make sense, you need to follow it without question. I assume Western Europeans and North Americans want Muslims to abandoned jihad, even though it is, like, proselytization, a tenet of their religion. But of course some people are just "right," by rule and others are just wrong, again by rule. We stand by and observe the horrors brought on historically by religious differences but it just has to be that way until one religion finally wins out over all and then everything will get a lot better. Not sure how many millinea people will suffer through but still.


There’s another thing about it though. Go out at night at look up at the sky. Check out the stars.





You can't see them all, or course, but there are in the neighborhood of 300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 planets and stars surrounding earth in every direction. Much of what you're seeing no longer is active, it takes so long for the light to get to us, we are viewing the past. That means they no longer exist in a recognizable form and in some cases, reversed their energy and are eating the planets and stars around them. So here's the hubris part. Get ready. Several million to over a billion people believe in a document that says a big guy, looks like us, rolled up a ball of clay and created "heaven" and earth. You have to assume we're looking up at what must be considered heaven in that document (or not, up to interpretation). Anyway, the earth is the center of the universe and the rest was created as a side show for us to marvel at. Next, all you have to do is flip a mental switch and believe something and when all the rest of the show has burned out in trillions and trillions of years, you'll still be around, living eternally with God. Others, who disagree with you, will be gone or suffering eternally in a hot and hellish place, perhaps somewhere inside the core of our planet.

So human beings, who are likely to be extinct in a fairly short period of time, if you use a shelf life of 4,500,000,000 years for earth, during which between 50,000 and 200,000 years of which "humans" walked around. Since humans got intelligence, they now are in the driver's seat, controlling their universal destiny. Humankind will one day be gone. Might last another 100,000 years (a hiccup in the life cycle of the earth). Then, eventually, the Earth will be gone. The universe will be undergoing changes we can't conceive of and certain people, who read and understand certain orthodoxy will outlast it all. Wow. Individual human beings who might catch cold and die in 24 hours, will outlast the entirety of the universe, which is so vast we can't even begin to describe it's magnitude in our puny lifetimes. For me, I don't think so.

Is there a point to this? Yes. The more we learn, the less we realize we know. Any belief that excludes a majority of humanity is misguided. Any belief that claims eternal life for fealty is over-promising. That's an understatement. Exclusive religions that promote "us against them" and require everyone else to be wrong, are intolerant.

People need something to believe in? Believe in inclusion. Believe in an open mind. If you consider yourself a loving, decent person, adopt what you can of all the wisdom of humanity from Christ to Buddha to Mohammad. The Ten Commandments, zen koans, meditation, the golden rule, the reverence for all life of Hinduism, on and on. Listen. Absorb. Read. Seek understanding. Not just of your culture. Of others, too. Embrace the ideas of others as valid. Understand that an accident of birth put you where you are. Had you been born on the other side of the earth, you would be different. Stop believing you have the "truth" and everyone else is "wrong."

Do you seek eternal life? You have it. In the space/time continuum you are living your life over and over in another place in the universe no different than seeing a star that has burned out long ago. You will be spinning along at incredible speeds reliving every phase of your life somewhere out there for a long, long time. Is that not enough?

Fill your heart with joy, every day. Help others by listening to them and trying to understand them. Adopt from them what makes the most sense. 

This will require making it up as you go along. Learn from Captain Kirk. Abandon a priori truths and adopt a posteriori truths that tend to make the most sense. The ones that save your friends. That save alien societies. Because All Universal Truths are not always adequately defined by mortals. Some, like animal sacrifice, which was required in the old testament, no longer make much sense to us. We guess and we conjecture but a lot of the universe if still unknown. If we re-trench to old idioms and dogmas, it will stay unknown. Seek new truths. Adopt the things that work best. That's how you'll save your friends and others you don't know. Don't let old tired axioms rule your life. Reach beyond your current grasp. Life is a miracle and a fabulous gift. That's the best secret of our universe, as I know it. Open up to the promise of it all. Continue to learn all you can even if it seems foreign at first. Love your neighbor as yourself, while always understanding that your neighbors circle the globe. Embrace new knowledge for the gift it is. The rest will take care of itself as you "explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before."

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Don't be surprised if your tongue gets nailed for jury duty

February 28 (almost a decade ago) I got called for jury duty. I had been in jury pools previously in Jefferson Parish, but never in Washington. We moved to the north shore of Lake Ponchartrain in 2000. That morning, rather than cross the lake to go to Metairie to work, I pulled over in Covington at the relatively new parish office building. I waited with my fellow potential jurors most of the morning in the jury pool waiting room. I then got voir dire'd (something like that) and rejected for a cocaine possession panel because I'm too white and too conservative. Prior to that rejection, I watched from outside the proceedings awaiting the Q&A. Like most people, I was interested in the proceedings. In Jefferson it seemed most of the time we were waiting for a civil case, which isn’t quite as interesting as criminal. Because this was my first criminal case exposure I had a heightened level of curiosity about what was going on. These were some interesting looking people in the courtroom. I was fascinated by the defense attorney, particularly. He was a bit of a performer and a pretty funny guy. Very entertaining. I would have liked to have stayed on a bit longer because the guy was both charming and authoritative. He definitely had a way about him. The defendant he represented this day was one guilty-looking dude (sorry but central casting would have sent him out for every cocaine possession role). In fact he looked more like a dealer. Since I was rejected from serving on that jury, I, along with my other rejected poolers, went back to waiting and reading magazines in the potential jury panel waiting room, the dullest place on earth. In Washington Parish, when you get called for jury duty, you are there for a week. By 5:00 PM all the panels had been assembled and the rest of the pool was released. After my first day of sitting around and waiting, I got in the Jeep and drove home to Folsom. Using the power of the internet that night, I looked up Marion Farmer, the defensive attorney. Turns out he used to be the DA for Washington Parish years ago. In fact he was the DA when Faith Hathaway was murdered and left in Fricke's cave by Robert Lee Willie and Joe Vaccaro. Needless to say, I spent a couple hours reading about the murder, the cave and putting it together with “Dead Man Walking.” Willie was one of two murder row inmates that were combined into the main character in the movie. It stared Sean Penn as the composite, fictional murderer and Susan Sarandon as Sister Prejean, his “spiritual advisor.” I had seen the movie. I hadn’t really read about what Willie and Vaccaro had done to Faith Hathaway. When you’re picked for a jury, you’re not supposed to go home and do independent research on that or any other case. Since I hadn’t been picked and since I was reading tangentially about Marion Farmer’s history, it seemed kosher. I must admit I wanted to drive up toward Franklinton and find Fricke’s cave but I didn’t have time. I had to go back to the courthouse the next day and get bored to death. It did focus my mind, however, about how serious some of this stuff was.

The next day I get called back down to court with about a hundred other potential jurors and again, the voir dire took several hours. As we sat in the the jury box and got asked questions about who we were and how we felt about various issues, including capital punishment, I (in retrospect) got stupid and asked a question about an issue that they were going over and trying to get us (as layman) to understand. I wasn’t sure I understood what they were saying and wanted it to be clear. By now I realize I should have looked grumpy and kept my cotton picking mouth shut. But I was confident I was a white fat cat that the defense would like to see back at work. Besides, they asked us to pick a number from 1 to 10 to indicate your enthusiasm for serving on the jury. Several people were very interested. Many weren’t that interested. I picked a 1. Not interested. Out of the 120 prospective jurors they took 16. Like Chevy Chase said in Nat Lamps Xmas vacation, I couldn’t have been more surprised if I’d woken up with my tongue nailed to the floor when I was picked. We were told to get our stuff and we would be taken home by deputies to collect what we’d need for a week or two of sequestration.

Ruth saw the cruiser pull up to our house in Folsom and watched as I was escorted by two deputies inside to get my clothes and toiletries. I wouldn’t be communicating with the outside world for at least a week and maybe longer.

Condensed version of what the trial was about:

Guy named Jesse Montejo (23, six feet tall, long ugly nose with sinus trouble, skinny, covered with tattoos from long prison sentence, shorts falling down around his waste showing his underwear, head bandana and "f" word every other word, this from video taping of the period just after his arrest, he cleaned up okay for the trial) is our defendant.  Louis Ferrari, Jr. (61, toupee, youngish-looking with dyed black hair, wearing sandals with socks, owns a string (22) of laundries called Corporate Cleaners in and around Slidell, Louisiana, one of which is run by his wife Pat) is our victim (we see Louis from his autopsy photos and crime scene photos wherein his right eye is a red blossomed Ojo de Dios (where the 357 magnum bullet penetrated his skull) looking out at us from the grave.  Ugly.

Jesse gets out of prison in Florida after serving six years for so many armed robberies my head swam trying to grasp them all after having been incarcerated at the ripe old age of 17.  Grows up in prison, eh?  He moves to Louisiana to get some help from his Mom and Dad who don't have the same name (they sat in court, apart, he wouldn't look at this Mom, he don't like her, eh?) and gets an apartment (we got shown pictures, he can't keep house) and drives around in a van belonging to his Dad but which he gets the full use of.  We see lots of pictures of lots of things over the course of the week, all blown up in a Powerpoint show.  We also watched over twelve hours of video of questioning of the "suspect."  The police can lie with impunity to any suspect.  They tell him every lie they can think of to confuse him.  "We can put you there.  We can time DNA evidence.  We got gunshot residue.  Others put you there.  They're talking right now.  And so on. Keep lying to him until he begins to think they might really have something.  They just can't promise him something they can't deliver and they can't threaten or intimidate him into a confession.  Why Montejo didn't immediately get an attorney is anybody's guess.  He did ask for one after about five hours and a detective jumps up and says, "okay, you're being charged with first degree murder, Jesse."  Jesse then pleads for them to let him finish his "story" about what went down.  Jesse is dumb, stupid and oh yeah, a murderer.  Kind of fits though, huh?

Meanwhile details of the crime as reviewed from the start.  Mr. Ferrari (the laundry owner) uses an ex-con (how many mistakes can Lou make?) named Jerry Moore to fix his dry-cleaning machines. Jerry's a crackhead, eh?  Beats his wife. Don't pay his traffic tickets.  Loses his driver's license.  Damn good at fixing dry-cleaning machines but quits fixing the dry-cleaning machines cause he's lazy and druggie.  Begs for advances from Lou Ferrari.  Lou has a buncha' cleaners and drives to each every day to check ‘em out and also to collect his daily receipts, checks, and oh yeah, cash.  Keeps the cash in a bag in the trunk of his white Cartier edition Lincoln Towncar.  When Jerry begs him for money, he opens the trunk of his car, takes out his blue Corporate Cleaners laundry bag (right in front of Crackhead Jerry), extracts a wad of cash and gives him 20-40 bucks and tells him he's going to have to "work this money off Jerry, this ain't a gift, okay?"  Soon they argue a lot over money.  Lou tells Jerry, "Hey, I ain't afraid of you." (uh, he should have been)

Meanwhile because Jerry's lost his driver's license because he don't pay his traffic tickets he gets picked up hitchhiking by our boy Jesse Montejo who works locally (immediately after moving to Slidell after being released from prison in Florida) for one week at changing tires at a tire dealer and two weeks as a roofer but gets discouraged at how hard all that work is.  Jerry says, "hey, Jesse, I make 40 bucks an hour fixing dry-cleaning machines but I can't get around to the cleaners because I can't drive, so how about driving me around for 50-60 bucks a day.  You'll be my "wheels" dude."  Jesse says, sounds like easy money Jerry, let's do it. He quits the roofing job.  But Jerry doesn't always pay up well.  He tends to smoke up all his money. Crack can get expensive, apparently.

Meanwhile one day while driving him around, Jesse witnesses Louis Ferrari pay Jerry out of his Lincoln's trunk with a wad of cash.  Jesse remarks to Jerry, "I wish I had it like that."  (exact quote from the trial) Jerry says, you don't know the half of it, that old guy keeps more money in his house AND in the trunk of his car than you'll ever need dude.  He's loaded.  AND, He don't lock his house.  He don't even close his garage door.  One day if you feel like it, you might want to check that shit out.  I want a cut though, ‘cause I'm filling you in on a sweet thing.  Remember, Thursday is the day he has the most money from weekly receipts.  He even goes out for dinner every Thursday.  Look in his closet too.  Big stash there.  Remember me when you do it.

Oh yeah.  Jesse spends way too much money.  Oh yea, He is also shacked up with his step-sister and her illegitimate daughter, uh, an "extended family" if you will.  So he can't pay his rent and is being evicted and the little girl cries a lot.  He also can't pay his $538.00 cell phone bill (more than his $450 apartment rent).  He can't pay his utilities either.  Oh, and he needs to upgrade his stereo and buy drugs. These are economic imperatives.

So, in order to get well, he gets his 17 year old step-brother to drive him over to Lou Ferrari's house.  He will eventually give the boy a third of the proceeds of the robbery and a third to Jerry Moore.  He shorts both of them of course.  He keeps more than his share.  They are both eventually charged with murder one (accessory).  Their trials will come up eventually.

We get presented the crime something like this:  Thursday September 5, 2002 at 4:45 PM Jesse enters the Ferrari house through the opened (probably) garage door.  At 5:10-5:15 Mr. Ferrari comes home to drop off groceries he just bought before driving over to meet Pat and his son for supper at Cracker Barrel.  Montejo kills Ferrari at 5:15 - 5:20.  Takes Lou's car keys, steals his car, signals his step-brother to follow him out of the neighborhood.  Small neighborhood.  Lots of people see these strangers driving around.  Lou's car following a blue Chevy van with a cattle guard on the front.  Cleans the car out and dumps it three blocks from where he lives (phew, that's dumb).  Pat Ferrari finds the body at 5:50 or so when Lou doesn't show up for supper at Cracker Barrel. She drove around looking and went home to find him dead.  The police arrest Montejo at 3:30 PM the next afternoon and interrogate him for 12 hours.  Jerry Moore gives him up as the killer.  The family knows Jerry Moore might well have had something to do with it because it was pretty obvious he and Lou were falling out about money all the time.  At 3:30AM the next day, Jesse confesses on video tape.  He looks like a very tired, very lost kid finally trying to tell what he did.  Except his story is one of about nine he tells.  He is an ingrained, pathological liar.  When he took the witness stand he told another version.  Utterly ridiculous.  A black guy from the ghetto did it and said if he told on him he'd kill his family.  What it came down to was Mr. Ferrari scratched Jesse in a struggle and got his DNA under his fingernails.  Three shots fired in the house.  Two hit Mr. Ferrari.  One into the couch.  Several stories about how it went down.  I cried when Pat Ferrari took the stand and told her own, very personal, very difficult version of what happened.  Waiting for her husband at the restaurant where they ate every Thursday night with her son and daughter-in-law.  Re-tracing her husband's normal steps to backtrack him to their house in case he had a flat tire.  Finding his body slumped down in the kitchen.  Hard on her.  Very, very brave.  Tough autopsy photos blown up on a projector in the courtroom.  Tough crime scene photos.  Evidence envelopes with skull fragments in them.  I cried again the next to the last day (confined it to the jury room) when Scott Gardner, the assistant DA, cross examined Jesse Montejo.  I sorta believed Jesse's lie number seven or eight about Lou Ferrari catching him ran-sacking the house and during a struggle he shot Lou in the side and when he wouldn't stop coming forward, shot him in the head.  Then on the way out of the house the gun was cocked and he had to stick it in his pants and felt he had to discharge it first so he fires into the couch.  There was bullet hole in the couch, the (?third?) shot fired, according to Jesse's eighth or ninth version.  Version one: he wasn't there.  Version two: Jerry Moore did it.  Version three: it was an accident, and so on and so on.  But Scott got Jesse to re-tell lie number ten on the witness stand, about the black guy named "DP" who forced Jesse over to the couch and put his head down on the couch and warned him that if he ever told anybody, he'd kill him and all his family, and fired a shot, right next to this head into the couch to scare him.  And Scott said, hey Jesse, that's what you did to Lou Ferrari.  That was the first shot, not the third.  The one you used to try to scare him, intimidate him into giving you "the big stash".  And then it all came crashing down for me.  The confused, stupid, lying kid executed Lou Ferrari.  The third shot traveled through his right eye socket and through his brain, through a bag of potato chips and into the wall.  He'd served two co-terminus five and six year sentences in Florida for armed robbery.  He was identified by the people he left behind.  He now knew "never leave a witness behind."  It made me as sad as anytime in my life.  Sad for Lou.  Sad for Jesse.  Sad for humanity.  I wanted to believe he had had such a struggle and he had a gun in his hand and it was just something that happened.  I wanted to believe the kid wouldn't just kill like that, in cold blood.  And when it came to me, it bothered me.  Between the time he left Lou's body behind on the kitchen floor, lying in a pool of blood, looking out on the world with a huge big red right eye staring at eternity for Pat to discover and the time he was tracked down by a discount card he used at a local grocery store, he managed to buy a new stereo system for his van.  Big shaker speakers and amplifier.  What a fucking waste.  And yeah, everybody says, how stupid can you be to carry cash in your trunk, leave your house unlocked, with a 357 magnum in your bedroom (Lou was shot with his own gun).  I hear that.  I hear that.  But I can't think it.  I don't care if it's true.  Not after seeing what happened to Lou and Pat Ferrari.  I'm sorry but nobody deserves that.  I was an alternate juror.  Sat through the whole proceeding, right front row, immediately next to the witness box, but didn't deliberate.  Was sequestered for a week.  Took me home on a Friday with two deputies and more or less placed me under house arrest for a week at Holiday Inn.  We were in court Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and part of Thursday.  The jury found him guilty in two and half hours and sentenced him to lethal injection the next day in three hours.  I became friends with a few people on the jury including the foreman, an ex-Delta pilot.  We talked for a while about the deliberation.  I might have argued against the death penalty.  I don't really know but it just doesn't matter.  Nothing really matters for Louis Ferrari any more.  I can forgive Jesse Montejo, I guess. He really never had a chance to begin to understand how people are supposed to act. He learned most of what he thinks in prison. They revealed to us after the trail that Jesse had a prison tat on his back about never leaving a witness alive. I hope that one day Pat Ferrari can get some peace.  But I doubt it.  If they really kill Jesse in ten to twenty years after automatic appeal after appeal, I hope it brings closure for her.  I argued with another juror that a man's life isn't about its end, no matter how horrible, it's about what went on every day of those sixty one years. Lou had a lot of good days before his last.  That final day is really no more important than the day his son was born, or his daughter.  God, I hope I'm right.

Post Script

I learned that jurors get coloring books. That they throw up a lot in the bathroom. We ate well most every night at decent restaurants, one of which I took Ruth to to try out after the trial. One morning for breakfast two guys shouted out to us to fry the “guilty sumbich” and got arrested on the spot. They looked surprised. The judge told us to ignore it. Wasn’t hard. One of my juror mates, the retired Delta pilot, flew his Navy fighter jet over his carrier inverted (and went on report) and popped his back jumping a motorcross bike when he was a kid. Another one them (retired army) got run over by a tank (crushed his leg). He had also been cleaved in the head by a machete when he broke into a building occupied by rebels when we invaded Granada. Split his helmet but he emptied his M-16 into the guy. The guy had a very hard head. We played Texas Hold Em at night. While the jury deliberated (I sat through the whole thing but was one of the alternates who wasn’t needed for deliberation) I played pool with police officers in the lounge at the Holiday Inn. One or two of the deputies were pretty good if they were winning. One or two games I ran so many balls in on them that they started to hit me when I was going to shoot and picked up the pool balls before I could run them in any more. Made me feel pretty good. They also cheated the pool table so we wouldn’t have to continuously put in quarters. What can I say, they were the law. I got filled in on the robberies that had occurred in the area. I was fast becoming one of the boys. I ran on the treadmill a lot. When the jury came in, they all sought me out to share with me what had happened during the deliberation. The guy who flew the carrier jet (the Delta pilot) was the foreman. They didn’t need many votes. The big argument was over the death penalty, not over if he was guilty, just over whether to kill him or not. I’m glad I didn’t have to vote for the death penalty. Probably would have because I said I would when I was picked for the jury. But you never know. Getting picked for the jury was an inconvenience. I know if I had had the chance to get out of it, I would have. It would have been a terrible mistake on my part. The experience was one of the singularly most educational weeks of my life. Not everything I learned was pleasant but it was all important, especially to Lou and Pat Ferrari and their daughter. I won’t hesitate next time to serve but I'm sure if I show any eagerness to do it, they'll reject me out of hand. But that won't surprise me.


After posting this story, I became aware that the capital murder case, on which I was a jury alternate, eventually made it's way to the Supreme Court, for appeal. The unsuccessful appeal is chronicled here:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montejo_v._Louisiana

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Be the person you can admire

13 Immutable Laws for Living

II

Temper thine aggression

Most of us become aggressive as a defense mechanism. i.e.: I'm not being aggressive, I'm just reacting to others who are overly aggressive and I'll be pushed down, cut off, never be able to get out, etc., because everybody else is so aggressive. Besides, why are they so slow, anyway? Don't they know the speed limit is actually the minimum? Then it catches on and everybody’s wound up now. Don’t they know we’re in a hurry? All the time. Even when there’s no reason for it. We’re in a hurry! I'm sorry people but I have to push you out of my way because I’m in a hurry. Interesting. Especially when you see people being aggressive all the time because they've practiced their defense mechanism so long its become habitual, and of course, eventually endemic. Culturally endemic. So then you can't tell the naturally aggressive from the defensively aggressive because we're too busy pushing on each other. So how do we stop it? Or you can ask, why should we stop it? We're a competitive society, often living in large communities where there's an ongoing race for space.

I’ve worked with enough planners to know urban planners want people to live in densely populated areas. It’s easier to plan for. Eliminate cars. Put in transit. Consolidate services. Build up, not out. But I digress. Today it seems there are too many cars, not enough roads, too many people, not enough space, housing, good fresh produce, etc. My planner friends say, "see?" I might have to shove you out of the way to get that last fresh ripe tomato, who knows? It's the natural order of things in cities. Because in rural communities life is slower, because it can be slower and naturally aggressive people can run amok and not bump into anybody else, causing no defensive aggression. So we just adjust to our current situation and... wait a minute. When I see an open road at night and there's only three cars on the road and they're each six inches off each other's bumper and each driver is grinding on a bite block and sitting up in the beg position behind the steering wheel giving it the grip of death with eyes fixed and staring and have a water bottle ready to take another Valium, I question whether that's healthy. Yes, and by the 21st century, they’re talking on the phone as well. It seems being distracted by the phone relieves the liability of cutting somebody off. I can’t be held responsible for boorish behavior. Can’t you see I’m distracted?

I got stranded at the old Stapleton airport in Denver over Thanksgiving week flying from Salt Lake City to Omaha because of a snow and ice storm in November, 1979. All flights were canceled. Literally thousands of people were given chits for a cab ride, a meal and a hotel room. There were not enough cabs. People flooded out of the doors of the airport to que up for a cab. After the first few minutes it was obvious only the most aggressive were going to get a cab ride. They were willing to push their way through and quickly jump into the cabs pulling up. They also managed to shove a bit to get an advantage. Lines formed but there was no organization and the crowd grew in the cab loading area and it got way too dense. Older people tried to move up to get closer and got pushed over. I saw an older couple go down and watched as people walked either onto or over them to get to a cab. Their bodies made good roadways to the waiting cabs. If you hesitated to help somebody, you wouldn’t get a ride that cycle. I waited a long time for a cab. By the time I got to a hotel, there was no more food. I did get a room and got up at the crack of dawn to go back to the airport to stand by. I rented a car and got turned around by a Colorado state trooper in the white out. I finally flew down to Wichita, over to Lincoln and drove a rental from Lincoln to Omaha. I got home before the weekend was over but it was close. I was persistent but I hope not overly aggressive. BTW the aggressive people who pushed and shoved to get a cab first just waited longer at the hotel, rather than waiting longer at the airport. For this privilege some walked onto and over the bodies of fragile old people. Their reward was minimal at best. Mainly they didn’t have to watch other people go ahead of them while they ground their teeth. It was a stressful situation but a decent response was to develop a sense of community with those other travelers. Talk, sing, complain, whatever but patience was the watchword not aggression. If you disagree with this and would have walked over anybody to be first, you can stop reading now and prepare for your first stroke or heart attack by making sure your health insurance is paid up. Otherwise, let's posit this. It's healthier and easier on the nervous system for everyone to relax and you can't relax while you in the throws of raw aggression. You'll be late to work? Late to the opera? Late to Jimmy's recital? And there's this guy in front of you who only wants to go five miles per hour over the speed limit and the flow here is ten to fifteen over the limit? After a meal one day a friend began to bleed from his lungs. He was drowning in his own blood. I put him the back seat and began driving like a maniac toward a local hospital. Other cars began to compete with me to see if they could go faster. I’m serious. Something's wrong here.

There is one other coefficient of this intemperate aggression. It is anonymity. If you know someone and need to continue to have relations with them, you don’t normally shove them down and walk over them. Family, friends, acquaintances, like most people, frown on jerks. But behind the wheel, in an airport, on an airplane, in a crowd, most people don’t know you. So you’re relieved of the responsibility of being a decent human being. You grow fangs and extra facial hair. The moon becomes full. Right?

No. It’s not right. It’s time to treat your fellow man with respect, whether you know them or not. Grow up and accept the responsibility for your actions in any circumstance. Temper your aggression for aggression’s sake. Think about it. Apply some reason here. You should know it's unhealthy, intemperate, rude, impolite, unwelcomed and dangerous, because it is. So work at ratcheting it down for your own sake and the sake of others. You can open up your following distance a little where only one out of every ten cars can cut in front of you. You can let somebody out now and again. You can leave a couple of minutes earlier and enjoy your ride better. You can slow down with your shopping cart a little and read a magazine while you wait in line. If you don’t get your carry-on into the overhead space first, maybe the flight attendant will find a place for you. Smile about it. It’s no biggie. Maybe you won't have to use your bite block nearly as often and maybe sleep a little better at night if you can practice relaxation and temper the aggression. Exercise daily to relieve the tension. Take power naps to relax. Do deep breathing exercises. Eat less red meat. Talk less. Listen more. Smile whenever you can. Laugh whenever possible. It will become increasingly obvious that aggressive driving only gains a matter of a minute or two in a daily commute. Going with the flow will get you there in plenty of time. it’s a disease, not a strategy. Recognize it. It's only a thought. Up to you, like everything else. But the important thing is recognition. Be aware of it and try to adjust. You'll live a little longer and enjoy it a little more, I can guarantee that. And remember, everything is incremental. A little temperament adjustment is all it requires once you recognize that raw aggression isn’t a positive character trait. Be the person you can admire.

The Better Student's Primer with minor reference to Bill Murray


In Most Ways, I am You

    The day is cobalt blue, bright and clear. The main lawn of a spacious campus is green with lush grass. Hundreds of students in cap and gown are aligned in precise rows of chairs across the lawn, their eyes intently focused on one of their own. She stands on the podium fingering her phi beta kappa key having paused a moment to reflect. Momentarily she continues to speak with poise and dignity about their future, as she sees it. The future of the class in which she excelled to number one. Her class embodies both great and general academic success. Hundreds of different courses of study and degrees are represented in their number. On the periphery of the seated graduates are their families, friends and visitors. In that audience are a group of young people, who aren't actively texting, that ponder their future. Some wonder how this particular honors graduate managed it. She must really be smart, right? But then, you know, what's his name, that guy Kenny, he's really smart but he's dropping out of school. There doesn't seem to be a rhyme or reason why some people make it and others fail. It's like some people are lucky and others are just brainiacs. It's insane. You sure can't guarantee what happens to people, can you? So much of it is random. Failing at school is just a fact of life for some unlucky ones. You know even some smart ones, sometimes. That's crazy, isn't it. Others just fall into gold mines they don't deserve. No rhyme or reason and well, you just go with the flow and wait for it all to be over. What else can you do? Then they join the rest of the crowd by going back to texting with friends about what to do later. So is that right? Its random. Some are lucky and others not so much. Some born with gifts and others doomed before they start.
    In the journey of our lifetimes we inevitably will taste both success and failure. That's true of everyone. Even the valedictorians. Believe it. Everyone struggles at something. There is another constant. To grow we must learn. To learn is to struggle. The term learn implies a journey. A journey from not knowing to knowing. If you don't know something and you must learn it anew, it will require work. The work of learning. Work requires tools. Methods. Blueprints. Instructions. Pathways. Avenues of least resistance.  Struggling students, or students who want to be better students can have a better chance of success if they follow methods and pathways just as water follows least resistant paths. It is a natural law. In the movie Stripes Bill Murray asks his mates with rhythm seated around their group to help those who didn't have much. And so it is. Those who have struggled in the past and found better ways of making learning work, draw up blueprints to help others.
    What follows below is an outline of methods, tools, parables and blueprints. You can put together a complex piece of machinery without instructions or blueprints but it's a hell of lot harder and there's much less chance of success. These methods are aimed at college level students but of course can be applied to secondary school and even middle school. In fact, the earlier, the better. Why struggle for years if you don't have to. It was written by a former student who failed, was removed from the rolls, then returned to the same school with the same classes and became a 4.0 student. The only change was in the way the task was approached. The IQ was the same. The aptitude, thinking processes and logic were all unchanged. It was the application of methods and priorities that made the difference. Knowing up front that learning is a struggle that will require time and effort and won't come easy needs to be understood. But what's crazy is once the methods and blueprints and priorities are applied, it gets a lot easier, over a period of time. Not right away but consistently better the better you are at applying it. The truth is almost anybody can profit from this path, whether they are a student or not. It works in business too.
    If you are reading this and you know a student who wants to improve, who needs to improve, let me say this at the outset. You can't do it for them. You can read this and validate it but it's the student themselves who will have to read this, probably at least twice. It isn't quick or easy but it will work. If you can provide motivation to the student, do that. If you are the student, this primer will give you the tools to be a better student. In fact you can be one of the best. Read this. Then read it again. Then get a pencil and a piece of paper and begin to write out your plan for success. Begin by:
Showing Up
    "The world is run by people who show up." Benjamin Franklin is often credited with the that cogent quote. It is also true by observation. How can you participate if you aren't there?  Never skip a class. Never. Never.
Writing it Down
    Once there, watch how leaders take notes. 1% remember everything intrinsically. Everybody else has to write it down. So let's add one more theme. The world is also run by people who write things down or have a perfect memory. You likely don't have a perfect memory. Few do. So get a book with a blank calendar:
 

AT-A-GLANCE QuickNotes Recycled Weekly/Monthly Appointment Book, 8 x 10 Inches (76-01-0


or similar and write down all your scheduled classes and or appointments. All of them. Even the repeating ones from week to week. Write down every day's events, in advance. This isn't hard. It's just repetitive. It allows you to succeed at something right away and focus on the important. You will find exceptions and denote them as they occur. Do it assiduously. Pay attention. Write them all down. Be prepared to change them, as you will be updating constantly. It will help you show up. Believe it. It will help you remember to show up. The format is less important than the habit. Write down what you've committed to doing. Write down your classes and appointments. Then we'll schedule time to study for each class. Every morning, before you begin your day, review your calendar, make sure it is accurate and plan your day by writing down what you need to accomplish in the next book I'm going to recommend. Have an action plan in mind before you begin your day. Prioritize your time, making sure you accomplish the most important things first. At the end of your day review what you've done and begin planning for tomorrow. Planning and prioritizing are important. Write down what you need to do for each class or appointment. Make a list. In something like this:
 

Mead Cambridge Action Planner Pad (06368)

    Let's go over why. Studies show adults/young people retain information better when they write that information down. Plain and simple. Having a written record of your schedule also leads to independence. You make a commitment, both to yourself and to others, to show up. You keep a record of that commitment. You exhibit responsibility. It is a big step. You are now prepared to follow through without asking somebody else when and where you're supposed to be at a given time. In fact, others may begin to ask you when and where because they know you reliably write it down. It shows independence. it shows commitment. It shows competency. Be consistent. Write it all down, every time. Every time you remember a task, write it down in your book. Add a place to check it off when it's done.  This does two things.  It documents what you need to do, which by itself is quite powerful but it also allows you to check off what you've accomplished. That allows you to refer to it later to see how much you've managed to accomplish. It also serves as a record of your accomplishments to reinforce your competency to yourself and if necessary, your supervisor, teacher, mentor, parent, et al. Be consistent where you keep your book of appointments and things to do. Make sure it is with you when you arrive. Always have a writing implement with you and with your book and calendar. Without fail. A backpack is fine to keep it all in but check on its location each morning and have it with you consistently and put it in the same place all the time. Be responsible for keeping track of your valued possessions. It can and will get to be habitual and you will feel naked without it. Good habits and planning are the foundation of success. Once you consistently show up, schedule yourself for future events, write down your assignments and tasks, you are ready for the next step.
Making Notes
    Let's review. Adults retain information better if they write it down. In grammar school students repeatedly write things over and over. It helps them retain it. That doesn't change. When you are between scheduling classes, appointments, time to study and making a list of items for goals, i.e., things to do, make notes on what's going on in each class, each day. Write down as much as you can between listening intently. Especially information you need to retain. This isn't news to most people, I realize, but it is essential. Practice listening and writing. You can get good at it with practice.
Setting Aside
    Schedule time to study for each course taken. Always show up both at times for class and times to study for class and be on time for both. Schedule both. It is equally important to set aside time to study as it is to attend class. So there's your planning. Your structure. Always show up. Always write down your schedule. Write down your assignments and things to accomplish. Make notes during class for reference and to help you retain the information. Schedule time to study. Set aside a time and a place. The place needs to be quiet and distraction free. Libraries work fine. No cell phones, video, music, TV, computer (unless the studies require it). Work toward this goal. Follow through. A time. A proper place. Add it to your schedule.
Completing Assignments on Time
    Read assigned texts. Complete all assignments. That's what you're setting aside time to do. Participate in class. Begin early. Keep up. At least make a valid effort every day to set aside the time necessary to work on your school work and do it.
Preparing your mind and body
    What's next? Once you've prepared yourself by scheduling and writing down, you will follow through by paying attention in meetings and classes. You will write down important facts as they are presented. Next: getting proper rest at night so you can concentrate during the day. Which means cutting back on caffeine and sugar in the afternoon and evening. Lay off stimulants in the evening. Studying as much as possible between classes in library during the day for college students. The earlier, the better. Get your assignments done as early as you can. If you don't begin early enough, you run the risk of running out of time when it gets late. Schedule it as early as you can. It is more important to get a decent night's sleep than it is to stay up all night studying. Plan properly. You need your sleep to be alert the next day.
Committing
    Students who struggle lack the personal commitment required to learn or the proper environment in which to do it. I can't change your environment but I will address the need for commitment, whatever the environment.
"They aren't teaching me anything.  I show up (most of the time anyway) and sit there and I get nothing out of it." 
    Maybe. Maybe not.  Let's see.  You must be prepared.  You must be prepared from the first day.  You must show up, on time, with writing materials, pay attention, write down your assignments and work at doing the work until it's done.  The learning process is like most other processes, the more you put in, the more you get out.  Teachers try to maintain a learning environment and present the subject matter to students who then must apply themselves by independent study involving lots of reading, writing and memorization.  Is it easy?  No.  Is it simple? It should be but often isn't.  Once you get way behind and aren't trying very hard, will you succeed?  Probably not.  Do students who apply themselves diligently and give it their best shot profit the most?  Yes.  Do students who have no faith in the process, who have no respect for themselves or their teachers and refuse to participate profit at all?  No, they don’t.
    It is true that early on in any year or semester you will be very busy.  Quite often time for other things will be scarce to non-existent.  If you don't have the motivation to take the time to do the work, you won't succeed.
    If you give up something else (fun?, time killer, brainless entertainment, etc.) to learn something new or challenging, will it be worth it?  I think people who have succeeded at improving themselves would be hard pressed to second guess giving up TV or video games for their lifetime achievements.  Is it easy?  Not particularly.  Fun?  Not at first.  Will it become rewarding?  Absolutely.
    Here's the thing.  There are very, very few people who don't have the native intelligence necessary to succeed at school.  What they lack is fundamental tools for success.
Expecting setbacks
    You'll get sick and miss. There will be days you won't succeed at your goals because of your flaws. We all have them. Nobody is a One-Hundred-Percent do everything all the time. Nobody. There will be days you won't succeed at your goals through no fault of your own. Life isn't fair. Even when you try your hardest you won't succeed all the time.
    But that's okay. In the long run having a commitment and following through and consistently showing up and doing the assignments and studying will pay off. That's guaranteed. It's a fact.
Having Faith
    Have faith in yourself. You will get negative input from others, all the time. This is the noise you will hear, mainly from people who lack any faith, in anything.
    •    Why show up?
    •     I can't do it.
    •     You can't do it.
    •     Nobody can
    •     Nobody should have to
    •     This is just wrong.
    •     What do the expect from us?
    •     This is f*cked up.
And:
    •    I don't have the time.
    •     Even if I do, they won't help me, nothing helps me.
    •     Nothing seems to work for me, I can't get it.
    •     Besides, I don't want to get it.
    •     Let's get wasted instead.
    People want to forgive (excuse) themselves for not growing. We fear change. Learning is sometimes difficult. It's natural to want to round off the edges. If you don't care or don't try, then you can't be blamed for not growing or not learning. It's understandable. But don't fall into the trap of thinking all that noise is true. The only way to grow and to learn is to persevere. There are an extreme minority of people who have true genius who remember everything and don't need to write things down or work hard. Bill Gates remembers everything and many subjects didn't interest him. He didn't finish his curriculum. He left school. He still ended being driven and working hard even though he didn't have to. To many people that isn't fair. To learn and retain without a lot of grunt work. But 99% of everybody else has to train their mind to remember. Don't think everybody else gets it and you don't because they're just smarter than you are. It's not true. You must believe in yourself and in your own ability. You must have faith.
    You must have faith in yourself and you must believe you can succeed, because ultimately you can, but only if you believe it yourself.  You have to understand that you won't be wrong, you can't be wrong if you are willing to do what it takes to learn.  Understanding what it's going to take is often the problem.  Here's a short parable to serve as a metaphor for moving from being average or below average to highly competent. It will allow us to take a break from all this learning stuff for a paragraph and get us out and about for some air.
A Parable
    Most adults and young people who are not runners can run a six minute mile.  Few do.  What most lack is the training required.  But they need something else first.  They need to want it.  You can tell who will do it.  It's easy.  Let's line up a group of non-runners and ask them to run a six minute mile.  The first time anybody who doesn't run tries to run a mile in six minutes, they can't run a single city block fast enough to run even a twelve minute mile.  They can't run a mile at all much less a timed mile.  So they get out of breath, pause and start walking because they're not prepared to run that far.  Most will finish the mile, the rest will laugh and shake their heads and quit.  "Runnings not for me."  So at first we see what's initially required: Motivation.  Without motivation, no one does anything that takes time and effort.  But we'll go on.  We'll challenge those who finished to show up again the next day and time them again.  Within a week or so a handful will drop out.  "I don't have time for this."  The following week a group will form.  Some will come for the outing, some for the companionship, some because they don't have anything better to do, some because they want to be a runner.  But it takes months to run a mile in six minutes for most people.  It takes more than motivation at this point, it takes determination.  Most people can learn to jog a mile in under ten minutes after three or four months of continued running.  Some will pick it up and run under nine after a while and with effort in less than that.  But a funny thing happens when you try to run under seven.  It gets harder.  Taking off even a second during daily training becomes a challenge.  Your lungs need to increase oxygen capacity greater than just casual jogging, your circulatory system needs to modify itself.  Jogging alone won't get it done.  It's going to take pain and oxygen debt.  You can't jog a six minute mile.  You're running ninety second splits.  Ten miles an hour.  That's a decent bicycle pace.  As you push yourself faster and faster to approach the necessary speed, your brain cries out, "Stop!" but you must not stop.  You must run even harder.  You must visualize immediate disaster for a close loved one to find the kind of motivation you'll need to run harder than you thought you could or that can overcome your own brain's cries for cessation.  How can you tell the one person that not only can do it but more importantly will do it?  It's easy.  See the one who won't quit.  See the one who runs through all the pain.  See the one who not only knows it can be done but who is also ready to apply themselves to the discipline required to actually do it.  Over and over again.  Even if it takes more time.  Even if it means eating less.  Even if it means pushing yourself beyond your comfort zone.  It takes discipline.
    That's what separates people.  Those who can but don't and those who can't but do.  Can't but do?  That's because they couldn't, remember?  To start out they couldn't run a block.  They couldn't but they had something going for them that allowed them to do it anyway.  Wasn't easy.  Wasn't quick.  Why then do only a few continue beyond that threshold?  What do they have that the others don't?  Now remember, we're not just talking about coming back every day and trying again.  Many people repeat behavior.  Few push themselves beyond what they understand as their own capability.  How can we define the qualities that allow people who can't do something eventually to do it anyway.
    First was motivation.  Second was determination.  Third was discipline.  Continued application of personal discipline develops an internal bond of trust.  Soon, after you find the motivation, grind it out through the determination and eventually develop and understand the discipline you must apply, you develop the quality that will stay with you and empower you as long as you live.  That quality, which precedes all difficult human struggle is the magic word.  That magic word is faith.  The belief in something unseen.  In a quality not known but understood.  A belief beyond casual understanding that what doesn't exist now will exist some day.  How do you detect and or exemplify faith?  The casual observer would say that people who have faith exhibit confidence but some fools exhibit confidence too, so it's not just confidence, it's not braggadocio.  We can define it as an understanding of historical record applied to the future.  Its true that you can't always predict the future based on the past.  And not everyone who has faith succeeds.  But what's most important is few succeed beyond reasonable expectation without it.
    If you are reading this, it is my hope that you are striving to better yourself.  You have taken a positive step.  You'll read beyond your threshold of anticipation of instant reward.  You want to expand your knowledge base.  Because knowledge is powerful.  And it's transferable.  If you listen and you study and you apply yourself, you can learn.  All humans learn from the time they're born.  But just because everyone is capable of learning doesn't mean that they respect their potential or they even begin to understand why they learn.  But it's there.  No different than the potential to run a six minute mile.  You can do it.  I just told you the truth about it in the form of a parable.  I may have convinced you that if you wanted to, you could.  It would be painful.  It would be time consuming.  It would challenge you and you would be asked to make sacrifices and want to quit.  But if you wanted it badly enough, it would be yours.  But the group that began that first day trying to run a block and couldn't, didn't hear my parable.  They won't read beyond a first paragraph either if there's no instant reward.  If I ask many of them if they can run a mile in six minutes, they'll just laugh.  "Not me, brother."  And they'll be right.  They have no chance of doing it without faith in themselves.
Here are the keys to success:
Be consistently organized
    •    Write down what you need to learn and set specific goals
    •    Take notes in class, write down what you'll need to retain to help you retain it
    •    Schedule time as early as you can during the day to work - your mind works best when it's rested
    •    Be prepared to eliminate non-essentials from your schedule replacing them with things that profit you most (learning new things)
    •    Prepare to spend your day both attending class and in a cubicle in the library going over your notes and doing lessons - you must find a quiet place to study - do it
    •    There is a strong connection between understanding your own needs in regard to knowledge absorption and doing it - conceive first - execute second
    •    Even slow people learn, they just learn more slowly but they often retain it longer
    •    Speed isn't the issue.  Learning is.
Pay attention
    •    Show interest
    •    Keep up and if you struggle to keep up double your study time and take more notes
    •    Not everything you hear or read will make sense immediately, that's normal, that's why it's "learning"
    •    If you already knew it, or it was intuitive to you, you wouldn't be learning anything
    •    Teachers don't "teach" they present the subject matter to you and define what you need to read and understand
    •    Write it down, say it aloud, ask questions and do research outside of class
    •    The "learning" part is up to you
        This is a very important point.  Say it aloud:  “The learning is up to me.”
    •    If you struggle over and over, ask for time to meet with your instructor
    •    Always emulate success - isolate winners in your class and pick their brain
    •    One day somebody else will be picking yours because you can and will succeed
    •    Listen twice then ask a question if you don't understand - be persistent - you may be helping your classmates here - they may not get it either but they lack the confidence to speak up
    •    Make a scene if you don't get it and if they must move on, ask for a tutor
    •    If you always show interest and stay positive - people will be willing to help you
    •    Teachers do respect effort - Remain respectful in your requests - Put in the work and they will help you especially if there is mutual respect - Remember that - mutual respect
Write down what you don't understand and research it
    •    Just don't let it go, plug at it
    •    The things that you don't understand, when finally understood, constitute learning
    •    The things that are the hardest for you to learn provide the greatest growth for you as a person when you break through - embrace the difficult things
Persevere
"To persist in or remain constant to a purpose, idea, or task in the face of obstacles or discouragement."
    •    Don't quit until you have it - this above all else is the key to learning
    •    People validate what they know and struggle to learn what they don't - expect to struggle
    •    Significant learning like any challenge must be met with enthusiasm and determination
    •    Use every resource at your disposal
    •    Ask other successful students how they are doing it and listen to the answer
    •    Be prepared to learn that they work harder than you do, for a longer period of time (they're in better shape, remember the six minute mile)
Try hard to do your best but be understanding when you don't
    •    Always self motivate, don't wait for others to push you, push yourself.
    •    Forgive yourself and your mentors for your (and their) lack of perfection.
    •    If you set high standards, others often won't meet them, that's what high standards mean, they're hard to achieve.
    •    You will let yourself down, be prepared to come back the next day re-determined.
    •    If you fail again, seek help from leaders you can identify, whomsoever they may be.
    •    Don't be surprised if not everybody wants to help you - they probably just don't "get it."
    •    If others tell you you can't, understand just how very wrong they are and find somebody else to ask.
Never blame others for your lack of success but always help others to succeed
    •    Learn it, win it, not because of others but often in spite of others.
    •    Other people are their own cheerleaders, so you must also be your own.
    •    Arrive early, if at all possible.
    •    Be the "firstest with the mostest." - see: Nathan Bedford Forrest
    •    Once you understand a concept, modestly work with others to help them.
    •    Working with others will allow you to explain what you understand and often verbalizing ideas that you have to others will         light up a bulb for you too. We often don't know what we know until we share it with others. This is important as you grow.
    •    Once you succeed, and you will if you show up, pay attention and don't quit, show leadership not only by tutoring others but leading them to success.
Fear
    They can kill you. They can eat you. They can make a pencil box from your shin bone. But they can't make you afraid. Conquer your fears. If you believe in yourself, have lived a moral, ethical, and predominately (watch those speed limits) legal life and work hard at being the best person you can be, you have nothing and no one to fear. Respect everybody. Fear nobody. Stand up for yourself. Why not run the six minute mile? Just saying.
Never Forget
    •    You are valuable.
    •    You don't need to be the smartest, you are smart enough. Believe it.
    •    You are capable enough to succeed at anything you want badly enough.
    •    You will be the person you admire for your strength and perseverance.
    •    You will help others achieve their goals whenever and wherever you can.
    •    Your faith, your commitment and your ability is unquestioned. Always stand up for yourself.
In Most Ways, You are Me
I am a Very Good Student & Leader
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Forgiveness is more Powerful than Perfection

13 immutable laws for living

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Forgiveness is more Powerful than Perfection

I hear it all the time. "They're not doing it right." My translation for this is you disagree with the way things are being done. Somehow that doesn't surprise me because few of us control anything.

Let me reinforce that.

We can't change the past.

We can't predict the future with any real certainty.

We can't slow down the present in order to hold it still to control what happens at all.

So, things don't go according to plan and plans are made based on inadequate intel. All plans. As a consequence, most results of human endeavor are flawed because most people are flawed and most of man and woman's daily toil don't always work out "just right." That shouldn't really surprise you. But here's the other thing. We're all different and we all like to have things our own way. Thus, if six people get a chance to do something, they'll likely do it six different ways. Does any of that surprise you? Can you pull back a minute and agree that different people see things differently? Then why is it "wrong" the other way? Because you know better, right?

Then here's a challenge. Change everything you can to agree with your own world view. Get educated, work your way up, find a way to get yourself placed in charge. Then make all your changes and let other people critique it for you. Then you'll find out just how flawed things can be. If that takes too long or you lack the ambition to take over, the best way to deal with "them" and "their way" is to deal with it by rationalizing it and accepting that different isn't necessarily wrong. If you can't change it, work toward accepting it. Happy people have lower expectations. I'm sorry, but that's a fact. You want to be miserable? Fine. Find fault, complain constantly, whine about "the man" and "those people" and feel superior, if not consolable. Besides being miserable adds to the tone of complaining so nicely. Don't expect sympathy though. There are alternatives.

Let the past go. Now. Start fresh. Clean your mind.

Thou shalt forgive and strive to forget.

Let it go. Begin with your parents, who, trust me, are flawed. Your siblings got more time, attention, money, love, trust, education, warmth, whatever.

If you trust others, and you should because trust is essential to forgiveness, then you come to realize that we are all struggling to please and struggling to succeed. We often don't "win" (whatever that means) because frailty is a human trait, and mistakes are inevitable. Science bears this out by the way. The smartest and best motivated humans can generate about a 96% error free record of achievement over time. Maybe some phenom somewhere can do 99%, who knows? But by rule that means sooner or later they're going to screw up. And that's the best of us. I don't know about you but I often find myself with the rest of us somewhere down below a constant 96%.

So begin by trusting yourself to achieve and almost always in a different way than others. But that achievement will not always be at everything, every day, either to your own or to other people's standards of perfection. Begin to accept missing the target now and again. You may not be a ninety-six per-center, you can work on that but allow for errors, because we know they're inevitable. Then start to forgive yourself. We all fret and worry over those errors in judgment, in calculation, and in disappointments we afforded ourselves or others when we screwed up. We lost money. We failed to perform to expectations. We're not welcomed there any more because of what we said. We have to find a new job, a new car, a new house, a new spouse, a new life, whatever. So what's the first thing you do to make today the best day it can be? Forgive. Thou shalt forgive. Once you learn to forgive yourself, understand that others expect the same courtesy. Why not give it to them and begin to see how much easier it is to live and how much more comfortable everybody else is to be around you. Don't stop striving. Don't stop encouraging others to try. But expect screw-ups. Don't get excited when they occur because they're going to occur.

You're afraid if you don't push yourself and others past the breaking point you'll lose your power?

There is more power in forgiveness than in perfection. You can quote me on that.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

A Friend for Life



Sarge fell off his roof after Katrina. He didn't survive his injuries. He was an ebullient and well muscled man with an easy smile and a great laugh. I hesitate to say he was short of stature because he was a big man in many ways. For the record he was a brother (southern for African American). I began work at Louisiana Transit in 1975. Hired as safety director. The company was going to go under if our accident record didn't improve. Back then paying $250,000 a year for auto liability was a lot. Any more and we wouldn't be able to buy insurance. I took the job seriously and got into it with bus operators who knew a lot more about operation than I did. They didn't like being told what they were doing was mis-guided. Especially from a kid. I was in my late 20s and had been in the Air Force but was viewed as wet behind the ears. I was trained as an operator because that's the way things were done at Louisiana Transit. But everybody knew I was green. The problem was we needed to drive more defensively. I had to get that point across. I struggled to get their respect. Unlike other supervisors I didn't run from anybody when they threatened me but I needed to build bridges of trust.

Sarge was a 25+ year army retiree. He did things his way. He was loud and he was direct. The riders either loved or hated him, there seemed to be no middle ground. He gave orders to the Jesuit High kids getting on at Carrollton and Tulane on the Airport Express, which he drove daily. Told them to line up orderly and have their fare in their hand when he opened the door or he wouldn't open the door. Some people didn't like the tone of his voice. Back then a black man dictating to white kids rankled some people. The kids thought it was kind of funny. Of course they thought everything was a joke outside Jesuit including acting a fool when they boarded. They needed a little comic relief but Joe would have none of it. The kids got the message and lined up when they saw he was driving. The word was out. You didn't mess with Sarge, or you walked home.

When I first went to work I re-ordered the duty roster when somebody called in sick. Joe (what his friends called Victor Joseph or "Sarge" to his riders) had been in an accident recently and was taking a few days off. The word was he was milking an insurance claim because he had been rear-ended. Most of the operators would get a check with a release to sign that they had settled all claims arising from an accident. It was cheaper for the insurance companies to pay a little cash out to get a release. Lowered their reserves. The riders all did the same, of course. Automatically injured to get a quick check. So the supervisors treated him badly and considered him a malingerer. We never had enough operators even with a 7 man extra board. Back then we ran charters along with line service. A lot of charters. When King Tut came to town we ran 30-40 charters on top of our regular schedule each Saturday and Sunday. We had all the NFL teams. We hauled the Saints around. Did Superbowls. It was busy.

My family taught me to treat people with dignity and respect. It's an interesting theory some people have that others don't deserve respect. That's not what I was taught. I also grew up smaller than average. By the time I was grown I was bigger than average but growing up I was younger than most of my peers. I learned not to lip off. The brothers will tell you that being weak can get you killed. We all also know being strong also gets you killed but you die with respect. My life was always a bit better when I was friendly than when I was contentious. I didn't feel I had to buffalo people to get respect. Having a good family and being taught how to act helped me enormously throughout my life.

It was toward 5:00 pm on a weekday when Sarge called to book off. He was used to speaking to Byron, the Operations Manager who gave him a hard time. Byron gave everybody a hard time and loved Sarge though at the time Sarge was put off by being accused of malingering. What many people might not have guessed was that Joe's back was hurting him. In any case, I was the new guy and Joe knew I was giving everybody a hard time about their driving record and well, Joe's driving record needed improvement. He drove too fast. Our schedule was impossible to keep but still, he drove too fast. He fully expected me to give him a hard time about booking off because we were constantly short. He was curt with me and told me had to have off. I don't know what he expected but I told him in all sincerity that I hoped his back felt better and that I'd book him off as long as he wanted me to until he made a full recovery and we were all hoping he felt better soon.

He didn't say much, just kind of grunted. I think he was actually put off and surprised at my attitude. He wasn't used to being treated as a family member. A few days later when he came back to work he was pretty quiet as he got ribbed by the other drivers for sand-bagging it to collect a check. After things calmed down he started coming by the operations office to just say a few words to me now and then. Ask how I was doing. Tell me a quick story about his day. Since he got a lot of customer complaints about being abrupt, I had to counsel him now and again. I always asked for his cooperation and again, treated him with dignity and respect. 1975 marked the first year of a 30 year friendship with Victor Joseph. He always came in to talk to me when he had the time. He always treated me as an equal even though he was much older and knew a lot more about transit than I did. When I was having it out with a recalcitrant operator, Joe would back me. After a while I realized he would be my friend for life. The cost? Being nice to him. If only that one small lesson could be learned universally. All people want is to be treated with dignity and respect. To be given the benefit of the doubt. To ask how they are once in a while and give them a smile. What power we have to heal each other. I was repaid almost daily for three decades for that one minute of kindness. From a few short words to a man who appreciated being shown some respect. Didn't cost me anything. I can't express how much I valued Joe's good opinion. He was a retired Army top sergeant and tough as nails. Not an ounce of fat on his body. After he retired from being a bus operator (his eye sight wasn't too good in his 70s or he would have worked until he dropped) he came by to talk every few months. Katrina killed a lot of people both directly and indirectly. Joe was fixing his own roof and slipped. He went quickly and hopefully without much pain. And he went working at something, which was his way. I will always remember him as a friend and with great respect and dignity. Victor Joseph was my friend for life.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Why You Can Only Eat the Rich Just So Long

 Nothing's simple save this: The need for mother's of invention


What happens in a democratic society when a majority of voters become dependent on a government job or a government subsidy for the essentials of their life? Today essentials include smart phone, high speed internet, cable or satellite TV, fast food, and gourmet coffee but that's another subject. Moving on, what's developed in other social democracies is massive debt because not only are a majority of voters dependent on support, half of all workers either work directly or indirectly for government. When government "stimulates" the economy that number goes up. All of this increases the basic economic engine's (government's) recursion. Government paying people to work, then collecting a minority of the payment in taxes then paying them again from those taxes but always in a downward spiral of income to expenses. The hope of course is the creation of more "true" jobs and a growing economy to offset some of the recursion. That's not happening or at least not fast enough. The speed of job creation would need to be rapid, indeed and the hope would be a lot of job creation would motivate people to work for private industry and the elimination of some of the recursion. Since that's not on any economic adviser's near horizon, it appears the United States of America is headed in the direction of France, Italy, Greece, and Spain. Which is just fine for most social democrats who have always wanted more social services, community health for all and economic equality for all. There is no need for an economic formula. Social truths are are true a-priori (by rule) and there's no need debating the a-posteriori realities (our economy can't currently support our spending requirements). Economics just don't matter when human lives and conditions are at stake. Core value beliefs not effected by any economic reality. From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs. And many ethical people are willing to go to their grave voting for and believing in such values. They are right by rule. Of course that's different from economic dependence on government but the one issue feeds the other. You don't need an absolute majority of people dependent on government as long as it's true by rule that we must spend whatever is necessary to help people. Thus the passing of the hurricane relief bill to spend billions we don't have. MOST citizens would borrow money to pay for the relief because the economic impact seems more theoretical than actual. We don't have the economic will to cut spending somewhere else to afford to do it. So unless our economy starts growing rather rapidly again (driven by a new technological boon no different than the rapid adoption of the internal combustion engine and a use for crude oil from a century ago) we're headed for insolvency. But that's no secret. The current promotion/solution to growing debt is to eat the rich, which is a common placard seen on the street by demonstrating true believers banging on drums and blowing whistles. This is also a revolutionary theme. Let's redistribute the wealth. I note that Gerard Depardieu is moving across the border from France to Belgium and applying for Russian citizenship as the French are now taking 75% of his total income to achieve the redistribution. Belgium will only take 25%. The recursion of collections will begin as more and more citizens who are taxed at higher and higher rates vote with their feet. It's also interesting to watch the effect of higher taxes on higher income. Some workers choose (or find themselves spending more than they earn normally) to work 60-80 hours a week and when they go into overtime begin to pay higher and higher tax rates the more they earn. Higher taxes to support social welfare help some and punish other non-rich people. But again, that's another subject.

Is there a point to this screed? No more so than that which is evident to most of us. There is a problem. But I do have a prediction. American voters have always been reasonably practical. As the economic policies of social democrats begin to cause more and more financial hardship for the country's balance of payments and as our credit rating declines, there will be a gradual shift toward more common sense economic values. Voters will hold politicians responsible for fiscal as well as social issues. But our economy is based on growth. Until a new paradigm (service economies are woeful when it comes to bringing in new true investment capital) emerges to drive economic growth, world wide recession likely will lead to some hard times which few of us are willing to accept. The downward spiral won't be arrested by spending cuts alone because there is recursion to those cuts as well. The recursion of collecting a percentage of taxes from government workers kicks the can down the road. The recursion of citizens with no jobs who pay no taxes but need food, shelter and housing is a more immediate problem, unless we're willing to watch people starve. We aren't. More government spending is required in either case and just cutting spending helps today but that alone won't bring about a thriving economy. Cut taxes? How can we afford to cut taxes when we can't pay our bills, some of which we earned by cutting taxes years ago to stimulate the economy? These aren't solutions, they're themes.

Nothing's simple. You can quote me on that. Luckily I'm not a politician who has to have simple answers.

Posited:

Our young people need to understand what actually drives our economy and encouraged to do everything they can do to help. They feel pretty good about protesting social ills, volunteering to feed the homeless and chasing dollars. Becoming doctors, lawyers, venture capitalists or teachers and bureaucrats. All well and good. But we badly need a new Steve Jobs or a Bill Gates (Thomas Edison, Henry Ford?) to give us the personal robot which will be demanded world wide. We need imaginative young people to develop new engines of power generation. To discover new sources of energy. To explore new worlds we only imagine today. We need to begin to produce something the world needs that we can export. To refine raw materials in a better way. To engineer a more elegant design. Social democrats say I am making their point. More government spending on better schools for all will bring us what we need. I think our teachers (who are quasi-governmental employees) could explain to our young people that until we reward practical, creative endeavor with meaningful value, indolence will thrive. Will government workers engender it in others even though they don't always practice it themselves? Some few do, of course. And I hope others start but realistically government isn't the solution. The current panacea of eating the rich is very temporary indeed. Market forces will realign pretty quickly to reduce those payments, ala Depardieu. After that "solution" what we badly need is hustle and initiative. If you are a teacher or a parent, teach that. Show that. And we need to start encouraging, hustling and inventing ways to reward others for their initiative. That's a good start. Where are you "new Steve?" Our future depends on you.