You Can Do It...Or You Can't

Thursday, October 19, 2017
More and more, I see people who are afraid to try, afraid to experiment, afraid to touch something as yet unknown.

There's an old saying that goes, "You won't know until you try." And that's so true. Think about it, if people didn't experiment, we'd probably still be living in the dark. We might be chewing gum (the result of a fortunate accident), but we'd still be peeing outside in the dark.

I can do a lot of things. Most of those things, I do mediocrely, but some things I do pretty well. I learn by doing, by experimenting, by testing, by touching. I taught myself guitar. I took piano lessons for a year, then self-taught after that. I can skate, surf, box, and juggle, among other things. All learned from trying.

People who experiment are proven to be the best problem-solvers. I bet you know someone who's afraid of computers. They might be older, and they may be afraid that if they push a button, it's the equivalent of this:


It's not! Go ahead and push those buttons to find out what they do. You most likely won't break anything, so go ahead and just...experiment.

Look, even the bunny isn't afraid! Here he is, examining some code he's just written:


Now,  clearly there're some experiments that aren't ever a good thing to attempt. You shouldn't experiment with obvious danger, like bringing anything into your body that can kill you, or by learning to walk a tightrope by stringing a thread across Niagara Falls and taking that first (and last) step. Putting questionable and potentially flammable things in microwaves is a notoriously terrible idea.


And maybe messing too much with DNA can bring about some horrific consequences, like a spider with enough intelligence to follow you from room to room like a terrifying little brother who constantly bites you.

Or equally awful, but more on the annoying side:


And again, one last example of something no American should EVER try:


Oh. Crap. We already did. Remember, some things you experiment with (but shouldn't) could have lifelong consequences...or at least eight years of awfulness.

But, as for almost everything else, don't be afraid to push buttons. Find out what happens when you push the button on the upper right corner of your remote control. Experiment with features in MS Word, or Apple iMovie. Try out that new mohawk. Pick up a paintbrush and paint. It doesn't have to be good. God knows, my painting is horrible. But, the thing is, I try. I experiment, and I let my curiosity take me where it wants to go without self-imposed limits.

I think gamers have an edge on success, if they take what they learn from their games and apply it to daily life. Although, just one of those buttons on Trump's desk is way too dangerous.

Gamers are expert problem-solvers. They inherently know the game must progress, and so when they encounter an obstacle, the experimentation begins (for those who don't use cheats available online). They try, fail, and try again, not giving up until they've found the weakness in that thirty foot tall ogre, or until they've pressed the right sequence of buttons to call their dragon out of the sky.


If they apply those problem-solving skills to everyday life, they're more likely than not to discover the truth in "where there's a will, there's a way."

They will succeed, and have fun doing it.

Whether you find joy in cooking, video games, hiking, or golf-- experiment. Don't follow the recipe. If it's safe, go off the trail. Don't let golf pros tell you how to swing a club if you hit the ball just fine your way.

So, don't be afraid to try. Be afraid of DNA-altered spiders that can fling it's multitude of babies in your face (that would be the worst). And be afraid of vegetables. But don't be afraid to do things yourself, to push buttons, or let your curiosity guide you.

Still, it doesn't hurt to be just a little cautious...


Oh, and James, remember this post when you see my hair tonight. :)





Soooo...hello again

Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Look, some cruel parent (probably a dad), taught the family bunnies a trick while the kids were at school.



I've taken a couple weeks off to work on another project, and to let my hand heal a little. It's coming along nicely, and I think the doctor lied (or was just incompetent since he wasn't an orthopedist) when he said I'd need 6-8 weeks in a cast for my tiny fractures. Dr. Kollmer told me the brace would be fine, and I hardly ever need it anymore, but still wear it sometimes.

I took the sand bags out of the heavy bag and re-stuffed it. It's much softer now. So, I've been shadow boxing , jump-roping and half-swimming for exercise. I want to go skating this weekend if James is up for it.

We've been spending a lot of time with Joe driving us around in the car--he'll be able to get his driver's license soon. Since he has such limited driving experience, we're also enrolling him in driving school since the driver's ed class was full when we registered him at school.

I've been working on some writing projects which are mostly in the market research phase right now. I've learned so much during the past few years, and there's a lot of ideas swirling around in my head.

I'll be posting some wittier posts in the near future...I just have to sort out a ton of information and think about what tidbits of current thought I want to give out.

I miss the medical field. I mean, I really miss it. I miss x-ray and the clinical environment, so I put in some applications for some part-time or full-time positions.  Sometimes you have to try something new to see if it's for you or not. And I'm not confident the eBay thing is for me. My passion has always been the medical field, and writing, and animals, so that's maybe I should concentrate on one or all of those. I've been working on my resume, and it looks really, really good.

Not much else is happening. We spent a quiet weekend at home, watching movies and doing some household things.

One thing I did this weekend was attempt to find the combat artist/war correspondent, the mysterious "JF." So far, I haven't been able to find someone with those exact initials, but this guy's drawing looks similar.


I've also been reading about symbology. One of the many interesting things I learned was about how every authentic Persian rug is unique. The rug makers had patterns to follow, but they would deliberately weave in a "mistake," so that none were ever "perfect."

Also, some of the patterns were drawn without the designer's hand ever leaving the page--a sure sign of a "magic" symbol. Hidden symbols were also a key part of the rugs. Symbols included carnations (happiness), parrots (love), camels (wealth), and pomegranates (abundance). 

Even the colors held rich meanings. For example:

Green represented hope, paradise, and spiritual renewal. However, they ususally used very little green, because it was a color the Persians associated with someone in power, like Mohammed. When they did use green, they'd use it in very low-traffic areas.


Yellow and gold 
represented the sun, life, power, and wealth. Since these dyes were rare and expensive, weavers usually reserved these for royalty. Some weavers even integrated strands of precious metals, such as gold and silver, into rugs. 

The rich red colors come from the madder root (genus Rubia, as in ruby). The vibrance of this highly desired color made those fortunate owners associate it with courage and good luck.

Even the more common colors had significant meaning:
  • Blue: power or solitude
  • Brown: fertility
  • Orange: humility, piety, and worship
  • White: cleanliness and purity
  • Black: destruction and mourning (usually used in outlines)
I thought that was pretty cool. Those rug makers took their job seriously, and I wonder if rug makers today are just as meticulous...