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Recently I have been upset with a number of things not the least of which is my hosting service shutting down The Average Man web site because of robotic traffic. After dealing with the administrators at my hosting service and finding a plug-in to reduce the annoying robotic attempts at crashing this web site, I decided to move to a new host.
bluehost.com has been a recommended WordPress host for a long time and their rates seem reasonable. The old host had a three year contract which was expiring in several months and with the heat of all the trouble they put me through I decided to jump ship. With all of the turmoil of moving the web SITES to a new host I have actually been inspired to write more and now have a bit more incentive to pay attention to this presence on the Web.
So, you can expect more frequent posts now that I have moved and I will be working diligently on the look and feel of the web site. Looking around for a professional help to get the theme of the web site looking the way I want is interesting too. You all know I need professional help so this comes as no surprise to many of you.
Stay tuned to the further adventures in an average man’s life. Actually, you can relax because while life is whirling by the rest of us are just observing and laughing at all of the chaos. By the way, the photo is of George Essex Evans the author of the poem, “The Average Man” which this web site is based on. Check it out.
I like it………True Americans even if one is an Ausie
My buddy Janes Cary Nurse Anesthetist par excellance
The most recent project is at Brew Tiger a web site dedicated to home brewing beer.
The biggest thing I have been doing has been as a member of Crown of the Valley Brewing Society, my brothers.
Recently a dear friend of mine asked me about my Onion. What? She was talking about her life and struggles at work contemplating and reflecting on her reactions to stress and all of the interactions that surrounded her. Together it is our kismet. She finally asked herself, really more than me, “Where is the Onion?”
If you peal an onion it all the way down – is it at the center? For cooking most of us know that the onion is a wonderful aromatic addition to many things. The outer tough skin is removed and maybe the the first layer or so before the gastronomic concoction begins. I personally have never found an Onion at the center of that aromatic goodness and I have sauteed fried basted and chopped a few. However, she got me thinking. Where is my Onion?
The movie, “So She Married an Axe Murderer” which came out what seems like a long time ago featuring Mike Myers, left me with such a lingering memory. Just a peal of the Onion that is still really pungent in my memory. I was recently widowed and found myself in love with a beautiful wonderful woman. I was left with three young children teenagers -sort of – and she had three young children. I remember, no its more than memory, its burned into my soul, that movie and how much in love I was with Erin. I still love her and always will. The Onion or several layers are tied to the loss of my wife and all of those feelings afterward. These are all triggered by that movie. Does it ever really go away, those feelings of love and loss – regret despair or frustration? I am still digging down further pealing off layers to find the Onion.
Its now 18 years later and a new life with wonderful relationships. During these so many years I have achieved so much graduating from Cal State University Los Angeles First in my class and going on to two graduate degrees one from UCLA and another from the University of Southern California Keck School of Medicine and enjoy such a wonderful career as a nurse anesthetist and faculty member as clinical instructor in anesthesiology at USC. These onion layers are so diverse involving multiple and various work growth situations that the onion has grown very large the more I keep pealing. The chopping block is overflowing now. Have I left out anything. Of course I have. The onion is huge and today all I am thinking about is my friend at work and the lingering taste of the “Woman, Woman, Woman Thing” Ala Mike Myers.
My life, like the onion, has had numerous layers. Is this what the Onion is all about? Really I have to say no. Well maybe – partially at least.
OK, coming back to the original situation at work in which my friend and I have been caught up in. We work together and deal with an array of personnel all having their own agenda’s with personal demands and goals. Its really tough dealing with conflict in interpersonal relationships especially when they are tied to role identity and professional performance. Hence, the Onion. Its kind of a matter of He Said, She Said whipped up into a frenzy by a monster food processor. Here is just one idea about this layer of the Onion.
When I feel attacked or threatened at work or in my personal life my first reaction is either defensive self justification or anger. Often if I get really upset its followed by depression. Its almost a Kubler-Ross thing. There are a couple of onion layers there to peal. After I get past those, its a lucky day when I can see or peal outside of myself. I had an Ah-Ha moment the other day when I was able to see a piece of some one else onion. This got me thinking about writing.
A major Onion layer was revealed when I was able to see or appreciated what others were dealing with in these conflict’s. Conflict always has these multiple layers. All I can say now without being too cryptic is that for me a major step forward in pealing the onion of conflict down is appreciating the other side and seeing their Onion. People are amazing when they are onions.
Today I feel a little pensive like the Milton poem, “Il Penseroso“. You remember this from high school no doubt? Well I do and other great poems. Winter season is creeping in to southern Cal today with a little rain and wind wiping up all the news casters into a frenzy of adjectives. When California gets a little weather its a big deal. We get so little real weather that the broadcasters have work it hard.
Its just the gentle drizzle of fall and the promise of things to come we are all hoping for. Weather is great in Southern Cal. Now all the talk is about the potential mud slides, reminds me of “Mud Slide Slim and the New Horizon”. Maybe that’s what got me thinking about Robert Frost and his “Stopping by Woods” thing.
Another incidence that has got me into this somber mood is the return of a good friend from the East Coast following a funeral of a family member. Young man, 30 something, too tired to be driving. You know the rest of the story. He left a young wife and family behind him on that blind turn that he was too tired to pay attention to. He stopped by woods on snowy evening too.
So today is a good day to be alive and grateful of all the things around us that are exciting and new. Its also a good day to be pensive if necessary and read a little poetry; so I leave you with this classic by Robert Frost.
In an unexpected announcement this morning, sitting President Obama was elected the Nobel Peace Prize winner for 2009. Wow!
The New York Times Opinion section had a great statement today concerning this announcement,
“Mr. Obama has bolstered this country’s global standing by renouncing torture, this time with credibility; by pledging to close the prison camp at Guantánamo Bay, Cuba; by rejoining the effort to combat climate change and to rid the world of nuclear weapons; by recommitting himself to ending the Israeli-Palestinian conflict; and by offering to engage Iran while also insisting that it abandon its nuclear ambitions.”
Only months after resigning her Governorship in Alaska our beloved Sarah has written her memoir. The book, “Going Rogue: An American Life” will be published by HarperCollins and released this coming November. Can’t wait to get hold of one the these beauties!
I may not be a gun toting NRA member but I respect her moxy. Anyone that can come dressed to kill and sign up to be Vice Pres in an evening hot pant gown has got to have something going down good. At least that’s my assessment.
Meanwhile back on the ranch we are brewing up some outrageous IPA.
Seth called today. His little sweet monster of a dog ran out of their apartment door in San Francisco straight into traffic. OH NO MR. BILL!!!! That dog must take after another family, yes? Car creches later the dog is at the vets with a dislocated hip. How much will this cost you ask. Don’t ask is a better option.