Showing posts with label My Real Job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Real Job. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I'm AA, Fly Me!

OK, I'm becoming a regular on American Airlines' ORD to DFW route (for me, "regular" means every other week or so.) So far, EVERY flight has (a) departed on time, (b) arrived early and (c) at the CORRECT DESTINATION!


Yikes. I better see if Hell has frozen over. Of course, now that I've said that I'm thrice-jinxed and, next time, should count on being (a) late departing, (b) late arriving and (c) diverted to some one-horse s**t-hole like BugTussle, Arkansas or Omaha or something.

At least if it's Omaha, I know a great little bistro...

Sunday, May 03, 2009

"Are These Three Words Ruining Your Life?"

I typically don't reproduce wholesale other people's articles and blog posts. But I'm making an exception with this great post by Jonathan Mead from ZenHabits;


Are These Three Words Ruining Your Life?
Article by Zen Habits contributor Jonathan Mead;
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Have you ever been annoyed by a successful person, because you thought you were more intelligent than them? Maybe it was a boss. Maybe it was a political figure or a leader.

It’s especially maddening when this person is creating rules that dictate your life. I can definitely relate. I’ve had my share of bosses that I thought were less than brilliant.

So what is it that makes them successful? That’s what I’ve always wondered and what has always bugged me. I mean, shouldn’t intelligence be a prerequisite to leadership? The answer… not really.

It turns out the biggest reason people are successful is: consistent action, not intelligence.

Then the question is, are these three words ruining your life…?

The unmagical words

Those words are: I don’t know.

It’s not drive, it’s not motivation, it’s not lack of passion that keeps people from doing what they want. It’s not knowing where to start, or how to get from A to B. That’s the single biggest reason people don’t take action to make their dreams a reality.

So how can we overcome this? How can we stop letting obscurity keep us from becoming successful? The answer is pretty simple: You have to develop the ability to stop caring about not knowing. (I’ve written about this before, where I call it “putting yourself on auto-response.”)

You have to cultivate the habit of doing before knowing. This seems like a daunting thing to do, but it’s really actually a very easy habit to create. And there are a multitude of possibilities that exist right now that you can practice it.

Easiest thing in the world

For example, how many time does your spouse or partner ask you “What do you want to have for dinner?” and you respond, “I don’t know.” (This happens to me all the time, and it’s maddening.) Next time, instead of using those three dirty words, just ask yourself, “What’s something I’d like to have for dinner?” and then respond.

Now do this when someone asks where you’d like to hang out, or what you’d like to spend the evening doing. Instead of re-actively saying “I don’t know,” take the time to come up with a response. Even if you’re not 100% completely stoked about the idea, just come up with something you’d be satisfied with doing. Anything other than I don’t know is an improvement.

Next, try asking yourself “How could I best use my time, right now?” or “What is the highest leverage use of my time, right now?” Take a minute to brainstorm and mentally prioritize. If you’re having trouble coming up with an answer, just pick whatever you think would be the most productive use of your time. Remember, anything is better than the three words we shall not speak of.

Just imagine all of the possibilities for you to practice actively making decisions based on your desires, rather than re-actively defaulting to unconsciousness. There are so many little ways you can practice this skill. I think you’ll be surprised at how often you’re able to rehearse it.

The difference between living and existing

Okay, so you’ve mastered it with the little stuff. Now it’s time to use it on the things that really matter. Stuff like your passions and career.

If you’re not doing something you love or at least like for a living, you’re selling yourself short. And I bet the reason why you’re not pursuing something better is because you don’t know what you’d rather do. Instead of allowing that not knowing to dwell in your psychic space, cast it out. Don’t tolerate it anymore. If you don’t know what you’re passionate about, move from not knowing to seeking a path that will allow you to explore what you might love to do. This might mean reading a book on different career pursuits. It might mean googling your hobbies for possible career intersections. Whatever it is, practice that until you move into a state of knowing.

The reason I’m so passionate about this is because I’ve seen so many lives unfulfilled because of not knowing. It saddens me to think that such a simple phrase can have such a devastating impact.

I urge you to practice moving in the direction of knowing, when you feel stuck in a state of indecision. All it takes is one little shift.

It could mean the difference between making a dying and making a living.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Go Blackhawks!

Dinner with Tri-Daughters in the Great Suburban Outback tonight. Off to Dallas in the AM for a long weekend of fun in the sun and consulting presentations. Light blogging. No "mouse hockey" but I will be paying attention to the Blackhawks' quest to vanquish the psychotic Mike Keenan and the Calgary Flame-Outs.


Also checking out the triathlon training and racing scene in that "Great" state of Tayx-uss.

Go HAWKS!!!

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Fundraising In the 21st Century



I'm not Catholic and I'm not giving up anything for Lent (and if I was I'd give up depriving myself of things I really want.) Anyway, this Bud's for all of you who've sworn off swearing for a few weeks (thanks for the heads-up to Flatman via Project Procrastination!)

Whoever said advertising is just the rattling of a stick inside a swill pail?

Oh yeah, turn the sound WAAAY down before you watch this at work.

iPod Shuffle: "Cuts You Up" by Peter Murphy, from "Wild Birds 1985-1995." Rock 'n roll meets the viola. And "Judge, I'm Not Sorry" by Jorma Kaukonen, from "Land of Heroes." Jefferson Airplane's guitarist happily gigging his bluesy way around the world. And "Red Hill Mining Town" by U2, from "The Joshua Tree." Before they decided it was a good idea to channel KC & The Sunshine Band. And "Let's Make It" by Canned Heat and John Lee Hooker, from "Hooker 'N Heat."

Are All Customers Worth Keeping?




Cathay's staff were remarkably composed during this meltdown though one staffer filmed the whole thing, probably to keep the airline from being sued if the woman claimed injury. She's lucky she didn't pull this stunt in a U.S. airport. I doubt the TSA woulda been so long-suffering.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

New consulting contract today!

New consulting contract today, helping another org grow!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Hell Comes At You From the Northwest


I'm cocooning in the Great Suburban Outback today, busy rescheduling what was supposed to be a full slate of business meetings in Chicago.  Roads between here and there are sheets of ice.  One Interstate is closed completely in both directions; apparently black ice is making it difficult for trucks to surmount a very small hill.  


Winds of 40 MPH are driving wind chills well below zero.  I think the trains are running, but the nearest South Shore terminal is still 30 miles away and the GSO's roads are worse than Chicago's.  Blech.

So I'll pray the power stays on, make a pot of strong coffee, fire up the wireless internet and a fire in the fireplace.  Got some Miles Davis on the hi-fi.  Maybe I'll fire up Camden the Wonder Dog for a mid-morning run and try not to fall on my ass.

I wonder what Tr-Daughter #4 is doing in Arizona right now?  Hmmm.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

I Blog HERE. I Blog THERE. I Blog...

...everywhere!  And now in the two months since inception, my other blog - the one written by the "respectable" side of my meager brain - is seeing a steady rise in traffic.  StatCounter tells me that, after only 82 posts on a variety of subjects, it's now more widely-read than is Life Is A Tri.  And it doesn't appear to be former employers checking up on me!  Who knew?


But, dear readers, I still love you best.  And it's here that I make all my money!  Hah!

One or both of those statements is a lie.  I'll let you figure out which.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

We Will Never Be Here Again

I like this guy.  He does what he feels like doing, even if it's lying by the side of the road.  He lives life on his own terms.  He kicks ass.


About all we have in common is the freedom to break the mold, to call an idiot, well, an idiot.  Good for him...and for me.

Friday, January 30, 2009

What I Do When I'm Not Training Or Racing...

I'm having a good time at my other blog.  Found it yet?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Let's See... Snare On Two And Four?

I typically don't count the beat when playing drums.  I should, but I guess I'm not very good at multi-tasking, not when it involves numbers.  I do have a little metronome thingie that fits in my ear; I don't use that much either.


But Coldplay's "Clocks" is a song that's much easier to play when you do count.

ONE-and-two-AND-three-and-FOUR-and-ONE-and-two-AND-three-and-FOUR-and...

See?  Now wasn't that easier?

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I Read The News So You Won't Have To

Speaking from personal experience, sometimes life swings for your 'nads...and misses!  What a great feeling!


Here's what I had for dinner last night.  I made enough for several days of lunches and snacks.  Yummy!

My goodness.  Add Mom, Dad and a neighbor kid and you've got your own football team.  (Reportedly, Mom plans to breastfeed.  Now, it's true I'm a guy and the mechanics of such things occasionally escape me, but isn't she, like, a little short on breasts or something?)

New research says playing in a lotta dirt may be good for you.  They should come to my house and meet CtWD.  He'd happily play ringleader and show you the Outback's best dirt...mostly in my kitchen.

iPod Shuffle: "I Forget You Every Day" by Chris Whitley, from "Living With the Law."  Roots music with a Daniel Lanois patina.  And "I Need To Know" by Tom Petty, from "You're Gonna Get It!"  Great drum warm-up track.  And "Monday" by ALO, from "Roses & Clover."  A modest little effort that hardly sucks at all.  And "Fotzepolitic" by Cocteau Twins, from "Heaven Or Las Vegas."  Swirling, textured soundscapes.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Sometimes M.D. Means Something Else...

An interesting debate is raging on the Wall Street Journal's editorial page.  Apparently, several advocates of what's called Complementary and Alternative Medicine (CAM) published a recent editorial extolling the virtues of alternatives to expensive, western-style medicine.


And now the letters are rolling in, like storm clouds before a summer rain.  One in particular, from a physician, caught my attention.  The writer referred to CAM users as "scientific illiterates..."  Well, alrighty then.

As an aside, is there another industry, anywhere, of any type, where leaders routinely get away with such dripping, loathing condescension toward customers?  If so, they're mostly crafty enough to avoid being quoted in a major newspaper.  

And is there an industry with leaders LESS prone to examining their OWN blind spots before spewing such cretinous thoughts?  Oh wait.  Doctors don't have blind spots; medical school told 'em so.  

Nope.  Pharma companies are all about the SCIENCE, never skewing research in their own self-interest.  

And, if medicine is deeply scientific, what exactly PRECEDED the recent focus on "evidence-based medicine"?  Don't ask, but it ain't always about the SCIENCE.  

And med school libraries must not stock that pesky Dartmouth Atlas, showing in stark relief the differences in treatment patterns between adjacent towns...each pattern surely supported by lavish, footnoted SCIENCE.  

And physicians too are all about the SCIENCE, never acting in their own financial self-interest; just ask all those companies trying to sell 'em their own MRIs.

Science, just science and nothing but the science.  Right, thank you Doctor.  I hope I never run into you in an ER somewhere, you and your smug, arrogant attitude, not realizing you're making it up as you go.

But back to the point at hand.  Several years ago, while training for the Steelhead Half-IM, I began to suffer excruciating lower back pain on longer bike rides.  Now, thanks to my real job (if 'thanks' is the right sentiment here...) I know enough orthopedic surgeons to have gained easy access to any number of prescriptions for painkillers, muscle relaxants, Prozac, probably an MRI or two, maybe even surgery, all scientific, legitimate and generally-accepted treatments for back pain...well, maybe not the Prozac.

Instead I refitted my bike and tweaked my riding position, revamped my core training to strengthen the offending area's muscles and, at CoachKaryn's recommendation, started acupuncture, yoga and getting weekly massages (all paid for out-of-pocket.)  Presto!  Problem solved!

Not so fast.  If you believe the good doctor, I might've said 'goodbye' to pain and 'hello' to a great race, but I also said 'buh-bye' to half my IQ, most of my personal credibility and all my scientific literacy.  My "solutions" weren't, not really.  No medical imprimatur, no double-blind studies, no JAMA articles, not part of the standard medical school curriculum, nothing to lend credence or respectability.  Probably just the placebo effect...as if that should END the debate.  

But I - clueless, illiterate bastard that I am - LOVE debates, the longer the better!  I'm also pain-free and speedy as hell!  And, Doctor?  I do hope I run over you, er, into you, on a race course some day.

UPDATE:  Ann Althouse takes the doctor's side.  Go figure.  A lawyer agreeing with a doctor under a full moon.  I better buy a lottery ticket.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Barely Bear and DW Drums

"Barely", my DW bear.  He's "Barely" cuz he can barely reach the pedals.  If you see the two of us together, he's the quiet one.  Doncha love that awesome Paiste Signature 20" 'Dry Ride' cymbal?  It sounds as good as it looks and it looks pretty darn cool.  Hear it in action here.

iPod Shuffle: New iTunes download stuff, like "Bloodhounds On My Trail" by the The Black Angels, from "Passover."  Lotsa bands THINK they're channeling The Velvet Underground.  Most are wrong.  We'll see about the Angels.  Regardless, it's a great, pounding drum track.  Listen to the little floor-tom triplets and off-beats.  And "Nowhere Again" by The Secret Machines, from "Now Here Is Nowhere."  I had this song on an old iPod but it went somewhere I can't find so I forked over another 99 cents to learn the drum track.  Cool.  And "Take Back the City" by Snow Patrol, from "A Hundred Million Suns."

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

This Is What Happens When I Ruminate

I've been thinking.  Always dangerous, I know.  But several of you, dear readers, have pointed out in comments and e-mails how cranky I've been lately.  And even though I kinda like being cranky, I've done enough self-reflection to come to a conclusion:

We - you and me -  don't drink enough wine.

Yep.  So henceforth, before I flay somebody - even somebody from the New York Times - I'm gonna invite 'em to the Great Suburban Outback for a home-cooked dinner and a good bottle of wine or three.  We'll discuss the state of the world and issues big and small.  I'm betting we'll agree more than we'll disagree.  We'll enjoy the fireplace and the sun setting over the lake.

I'll send 'em home with a coupon for anti-Camden the Wonder Dog dry-cleaning.  And then I'll report on what we AGREED upon instead of ranting about a DISAGREEMENT with someone I've never met.  

Of course they may not show up, but if they refuse my invitation I'm gonna do what I do best and light 'em up.  They had their chance.  Of course if they DO show up they're free to complain about the wretched food.  Fair's fair.

Call it a New Years' resolution, the first I've ever made except for the annual promise to never make an annual promise.

The big question is who to invite first.  Any suggestions?  It seems that the only interesting people I can think of are all, well, dead.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Is 'Eternity' A MapQuest Destination?

Not too long ago, I facilitated a 2-day retreat for 75 pastors and clergy on the topic of church growth.  I can't help comparing that group with the physicians and hospital leaders making up my usual audience.


Simply put: physicians will tell you to go to hell.  Pastors will supply you with turn-by-turn directions.

Friday, November 21, 2008

New Blog Alert

My "other" blog is now live. Readers appreciated...

E-mail me if you can't find it the Google-fashioned way.


iPod Shuffle: "Falling Up" by Rickie Lee Jones, from "The Sermon On Exposition Boulevard." She still sounds high but it's a cool song.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Monopoly Money Not Accepted Here

More than half of physicians admit to prescribing "placebo" treatments.  I'll bet they still wanna be paid in "real" money though.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Now THAT'S Dedication

So I'm cocooning in my home office, working on the computer. Outside it's cold and drizzly. With no wind, the lake is shiny and steel-grey, dappled with raindrops and ringed with the reds, yellows and oranges of fall.

And what else do my wondering eyes behold? A fishing boat trailing a silvery wake, carrying two poncho-wearing fisher-persons up to their favorite fishin' hole. Wow. They must really be biting. Maybe the steelhead are running.


Me, I'm brewing another pot of coffee, throwing another log on the fire and putting my feet up. There's no place I need to go and I'm pretty sure the fish are content right where they are.