Friday, April 25, 2008

Weird Imagery

I ran across a literary metaphor that disturbed me terribly. Actually, it made me laugh, especially since there is a good possibility that I've used this metaphor myself.

The metaphor is:

Giving birth to an idea or concept

Perhaps, it's just me but the visual imagery far outweighs and overpowers the intended concept.

Imagine if you will:
A nurse smiles as she wraps a blanket around a roll of soiled documents, which she hands to the doctor. Cradling the swaddled documents in his arms, he approaches the woman exhausted and covered in sweat, lying on the table.

"Congratulations Mrs. Quagmire, it's the theoretical sketches for the Turbo Vacu-tattoo."

The beaming dad takes the documents from the doctor and brings it closer for his wife to dote on it.

"It's beautiful," he says.


"Isn't it? I want more pain meds" she says.

"Just think, just a few minutes ago it was growing inside you, and now...." he says.

"Did I mention that I want pain meds?" she says.

"This baby is going places. Just think of all the fun we'll have shaping it and helping it grow."

"Actually, I was hoping to sell it," she says.

"Sell it? No way, this is a labor of love," he says.

"I just went through labor, so I think it's got all the love it needs from me," she says

I could go on for hours with this one, but I'll spare you, and just skip to the point. This is a dumb metaphor. Giving birth is a terribly difficult process and it's extremely messy. The labor alone takes hours.

In contrast coming up with ideas isn't difficult. Anyone who's participated in a brainstorming session can attest to the ridiculous number of ideas which can be produced in a single hour. Granted most of the ideas are ridiculous, but the usability of the ideas is irrelevant. The fact remains that idea production is very easy and therefore cannot be accurately compared to giving birth.

A more accurate metaphor for the whole "idea" thing should be laying an egg. I don't know how easy it is to lay an egg, but considering that the price of a dozen eggs is cheaper than a gallon of milk, I'm going to assume that egg laying is fairly common place for chickens. And maybe we should reserve the birthing metaphor for something a little more complicated, like taking an idea through all the challenges, frustrations, and set-backs and actually making it happen.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Springtime Blues

It's springtime in New England. All the signs are here. Trees don't look quite as dead as they used to. Brightly colored WWII amphibious assault vehicles (aka Duckboats) carry tourist around to all the sights. You can even shed your heavy winter coat (provided you replace it with a heavy fleece jacket).

But the most telling sign that it is spring is that I wake up at 6:00 AM. Since mid-March, without any help from my alarm clock my body shouts, 'wakey, wakey' a good hour earlier than I would like. Some people may find this wonderful. I find it down right annoying. I like sleep. I particularly like staying asleep.

So imagine my surprise this morning when I woke up and saw the giant red numbers 7:03 on my alarm clock. I had slept an hour and 3 minutes past my automatic wakeup call. This obviously was going to be the best day ever. I rolled out of bed and carried out my normal morning routine, and headed out the door.

As I walked into my office, I noticed there was no one at the front desk. Since it appeared that I had also beaten the two other assistants into the office, I knew I'd need to cover for the receptionist until she got in. As I quickly went to my desk to drop off my things, I was stunned to see my boss in his office typing away on his computer. He's usually teaching when I get in on Tuesdays.

My mind raced to figure out why he was here, until I looked at the phone on my desk, where the clock blinked 8:00 AM.

"NO WAY!!" I said. My boss jumped out of the chair, and nearly died of shock.

So how did it happen? My alarm clock was off by an hour and I had never bothered to correct it since I don't use it much anymore.

Moral of the story: don't let mistakes go uncorrected, or you too could be early for work.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Mediation on the Go

Going back to the multi-tasking storyline, I forgot to mention another exercising snafu.

Due to an excessive amount of stress in my life, I decided that I needed to do some meditation. You know, clear my mind and release all of the built up tension. So I found a decent meditation album on itunes, and added it to my ipod. The only problem now was finding the time to actually do the meditation.

After an extremely brief contemplation, I decided that my mind is basically unoccupied while I'm on the treadmill, so I'd figured that would be a good time to mediate.

Imagine the following (my thoughts are in blue, mediation instructions are in red):

I stepped up on the treadmill, adjusted the speed and incline. Put on the headphone and began the mediation.

First find a comfortable place to sit or recline.
Uh-oh.
Now close your eyes.
I better hold on to the handles
(remembering the last exercise snafu).
Tense your feet, and release. Let all of the stress flow out of your body.
I'll just pretend I did that.

The tensing and releasing continued for the entire body. It became a little easier once we got to the upper extremities. Then we move onto breathing.

Breath in deeply. Feel the air sink deep into your lungs. Hold the breathe....
I'm going to die.
Then breath out slowly.
Air, I need air.
Now breath in again, allowing the air to fill your body with energy.

Wonderful beautiful oxygen! Oh how I've missed you.
Hold the breath again....
This was a really dumb idea.

Oddly enough I did finally figure out a way to control my breathing while walking briskly on the treadmill.

Then I got curious about my heart rate. I looked at the heart monitor on the treadmill. My heart rate was about 15 bpm slower than normal. At first I was impressed that I could slow my heart rate while exercising, then it hit me. Why is heavens name would I want to slow down my heart rate! I'm exercising to get my heartbeat up!

And that was the end of my attempt at mediation on the go.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Verizon is Stalking Me.


4 months ago:
Stopped Verizon service and signed a 2 year contract with AT&T

3.5 months ago: Received letter from Verizon saying they missed me and wanted me back.

3 months ago: Started getting annoyed with AT&T dropping my calls.

8 days ago: AT&T cell phone vanished.

7.5 days ago: Tried calling AT&T service for help. No customer service reps on Sunday.

7 days ago: Called AT&T, got annoyed with the rep, and asked about canceling contract.

6.5 days ago: Called AT&T got a different rep and ordered replacement phone. Purchased a piece-of-crap AT&T Go Phone to use until my replacement phone came in the mail.

6 days ago: Verizon Wireless called to do a survey about my service with Verizon and why I chose to leave.

5 days ago: Received replacement phone in the mail. Turned it on. Instantly hated phone. Instantly got another call from Verizon. This time with a survey of the politeness of previous surveyor.

4 days ago: Discovered that I could not retrieve my address book from my lost AT&T phone. Annoyed with AT&T service and AT&T phone.

3.5 days ago: Went into Verizon Store and switched back to Verizon.

3 days ago: My old Verizon contact list appeared on my new Verizon phone.

It could be a simple coincidence that Verizon contacted me so soon after my phone vanished. It might be chance that Verizon called again just as I considered tossing the AT&T replacement phone out the window. Or (and I like this theory best) it might be a conspiracy.

Perhaps Verizon has been stalking me for months waiting for the opportunity to win me back. If that's the case my phone was never "lost" it was taken by a Verizon Wireless operative who purposefully made me think that a small child had mistakenly picked it up. That same spy had been monitoring my conversations with AT&T and watching my mail and knew exactly when to contact me in order to catch me when I was at the height of frustration with AT&T.

I don't normally subscribe to conspiracy theories, but this one was a lot of fun to develop. ;)