Wild - Two More Times...

In The Minnesota Independent.

and in

the Twin Cities Daily Planet

Nothing all that groundbreaking, again, there you go.

Press!

I'm quoted in this Star Tribune article about the housing crisis

Not the kind of press I was always gunning for 10-15 years ago, but I’m inching ever-closer towards my mid-life dream of being considered an “expert” in something, for God’s sake.

For anyone who doesn’t want to read through the depressing, if impressively thorough and nuanced article:

…In addition, "heroic work" by the Minnesota Home Ownership Center's counseling network is helping keep the numbers down, said HousingLink research manager Dan Hylton. That said, he added, there is no easy end in sight to the wave of foreclosures, which could even get worse.
"The general sense is that we're in a small lull between waves -- and that the next wave is going to be worse, simply because it is based on the economy, rather than subprime loans/questionable choices/questionable business practices," he said….

Initial Thoughts as the Funeral Approaches

My father was a man I both admired and was fascinated by. I was born when he was 41 years old, and so missed the first half of his life - with various paths that led him to achieve a level of notoriety in semipro baseball, get drafted into the Korean War, and pursue a career (with family in tow) that took him across the sea to reside for a few years in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia and Lahore, Pakistan.

By the time I came along, the family had settled in the smallish midwestern town of Waterloo, IA, where he served for 24 years as an elementary school principal. That second stage of his life, where he touched thousands of young lives and commanded a respect that resulted in him being known as "Mr. Hylton" to all but his nuclear family, represented the man I knew as "dad." After retirement, he re-invented himself, transforming from the role of disciplinarian to jolly grandfather who exuded devotion and interest in his grandchildren with his every act.

I was always fascinated by that earlier, amazing time of his life, though, where he was seemingly bold, adventurous, and full of piss and vinegar; not the stolid and steady patriarch I knew in my youth. Fascinated to the extent that I actually recorded two 45 minute interviews with him for NPR's "National Day of Listening," about a year ago that are avabilable for download on the wold wide web. I am so glad now that I did this.

Coming from an avowed liberal peacenik this might seem odd, but I am very gratified and proud that dad will be buried with military honors, which includes a color guard, flag-draped coffin, taps, and, I believe, even a five-gun salute. He did not ask to be drafted into the service fresh out of high school, torn away from a budding baseball career and plans for college, and forced to move with his young wife and newborn daughter to a one-bedroom apartment just outside Fort Benning, GA. But he served wtih honor, and it was something that he appreciated more and more, the older he got. It's that part of the visitation/service/internment that will be hardest for me - the part with the formal military send-off; but something that's going to about the most likely piece of this experience to be able to push my psyche into processing it all a little bit. I'm certainly not there yet.

Details of My Dad's Passing

Thanks for offers of support so far. Below is the obituary that will be appearing in various papers, followed by a brief biography we "kids" wrote that will be appearing in a program at the visitation.


OBITUARY FOR: Jack Hylton
Age: 79
Address: 512 Olympic Dr., Waterloo, IA 50702
Died at: his home.
Day, Date of Death: Thursday, August 13, 2009
Date of Birth: December 15, 1929
Place of Birth: Dunlap, Kan.
Parents: Harvey and Pauline (Jenkins) Hylton
Marriage Info: married Lois Groom on May 20, 1951, in Council Grove, Kan.
Education: graduated from Council Grove High School in 1947 and received his BA and MA at Emporia State University in Emporia, Kan.
Occupation: educator for 41 years, including 24 years as a principal for the Waterloo Community School District. He was also a principal in Jidda, Saudi Arabia, for the Parents Cooperative School System of TWA and in Lahore, Pakistan.
Military: served in the United States Army for the Headquarters Division at Fort Benning, Ga.
Organizations: Member and former Board member at First United Methodist Church.
Activities: American Legion and semipro baseball in Kansas; coached and refereed multiple levels of adult and youth sports throughout Kansas.
Survivors: Wife: Lois Hylton, Waterloo, Iowa
Daughter: Laura (John) Allen, Marion, Iowa
Son: Lindon Hylton, Madras, Ore.
Son: Sean (Amy) Hylton, Cedar Falls, Iowa
Son: Dan (Sharon) Hylton, Minneapolis, Minn.
8 grandchildren: Neil & Natalie Allen, Marion, Iowa
Taylor & Jared Hylton, Cedar Falls, Iowa
Cody (Kiara) Hylton, Portland, Ore.
Zane Hylton, Corvalis, Ore.
Lucy & Rose Hylton, Minneapolis, Minn.
Sister: Jill (Eldon) Fitzgerald, Council Grove, Kan.
Preceded by: parents, and grandson Matthew John Allen
Services: 1:30 p.m., Tuesday, at First United Methodist Church in Waterloo
Burial: Memorial Park Cemetery
Visitation: 4-7 p.m. Monday, August 17, 2009, at Locke Funeral Home in Waterloo
Memorials: to the church or Cedar Valley Hospice
Condolences may be left at www.LockeFuneralHome.com


on the cover:
He put His arms around him and whispered "come with me"
on the inside:
God saw that he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around him
and whispered "come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched,
Suffered and saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

bio for the back cover:
To the casual eye, Jack Hylton was a man molded to be a principal. A hard-working educator for 41 years -- including 24 at Waterloo schools named Kittrell, Whittier and Emerson -- it was in Jack's nature to obsess about about the small details and tiny souls that filled his hallways every school year. A hands-on principal who gave more than his share of hours to the job, Jack made elementary school a well-rounded experience -- academics, after-school basketball clinics, even pizza parties and ballgames for chair crews. His job started in Kansas and took him to far-away lands like Saudi Arabia and Pakistan, and walked hand-in-hand with his love of sports, coaching and refereeing. However, Jack's role as a principal wasn't his ultimate calling. Instead, Jack saved his best for the end of the day. A loving husband, dad and grandfather, Jack was a man who gave his true devotion to his family by serving as a perfect model for a life lived with love, integrity, accountability, compassion and faith.

Next Up, My Brain

I've made a living as a "my life is an open book" type of guy, so why stop now?

After years of lamentations on an aimless "career" path, and then subsequent entry into a nonprofit field at a job in my neighborhood (yada yada - you know the song & dance - I'm suddenly the luckiest guy in the world), you'd think everything was wrapped up in a nice little bow, huh?

Well...the fact of the matter is that I am fucked up.

I can dig down a lot deeper (and have, in many conversations with Sharon in recent months), but on the surface - this appear to be the case:

In my early 20s, I was an emotional rock. Not in the stoic sense, but in the "life rolled off my back" sense. I had no crappy jobs, no prospects, next to no money, and few cares in the world. Over the years (and this is probably no rare thing), as I added cares and burdens of one sort or another, my emotional and psychological state has gotten increasingly more fragile. Particularly, in the past couple of years, I have found that going from "here" (calm, everything's OK) to "there" (I'm losing it) is as simple as a minor setback, and that my highs (and though I can still have highs, and find enjoyment in life) are less high, and my lows lower and longer-lasting, often accompanied by a feeling of despair. My "resting place" is at a general level of mild malaise, and it is almost like a fixed point to which I am tethered, and unable to fully escape. Very, very un-Dan like, the way I think of most of you knowing Dan. I am not myself.

I had some dark, dark moments last mid-summer (like, curling up on the ground dark moments) but, for the most part, things have really been at another level since the layoff last spring. It's not hard to trace the series of factors that have likely contributed in recent times, since I have been subject to a very identifiable and continuing barrage of stresses. There was not having a job, obviously - for which I bore the brunt of stress on behalf of my four-person family. Then there was/is the stress of a new job with not a single day of relaxation between job-search and new-job modes (it has been suggested by Sharon that there is actually a clinical term for this condition, called "adjustment disorder"). And, of course, all along - the declining health of my father. Sharon has actually coined a somewhat less clinical term to encompass the breadth of these, and other, of life's stresses (kids, other obligations); referring to my "ambient stress level."

Whatever it is, and whatever it's called, it's real.

And the fanciful notion of the "Dan Day" (relaxing day biking about town, relaxing in the coffee shop, and taking care of myself) being a cure-all has long since passed. As a wise man once said, "I feel like butter, scraped over too much bread." But I need more than a holiday. And I'm actually going in for psychological counseling two weeks from today.

Some other thoughts and considerations related to this topic are a little touchy to go into in this forum (even for me!), but I'm happy to talk more by phone or whatnot, one on one.

The Deed Is Done

2009

Well, the deed is done. With a minimum amount of hassle, and a loan we expect to be able to pay off in full come tax time, we have -at home - a car that should give us a smooth, relatively worry-free ride for the next 10 years or so. It's got a 10-year warranty, anyway. A little research since the purchase has also bouyed my already-good feelings about this car. With this crazy "fuel economy package" that we threw in, it truly is the most fuel efficient non-hybrid currently in the compact field. AND, it somehow manages to have a lot more interior space (both trunk & passenger) than just about any of the other sedans. And then there's all the fun stuff.

Anyway - hope to cruise by and pick one of you jokers up for an iPod-shuffle-laden excursion sometime soon!

1996

Introducing: The Forte

Dudes: Looks like we’re gonna be buying this car. Probably this week.

What we really were looking for was the Holy Grail combo of fuel economy and space to fit a four person family comfortably, plus luggage. What the Forte (new for 2010) offers us is:

- Interior space & trunk space compared to any other sedan in the compact category: there’s no comparison.

- Gas mileage amazingly good for its size: up to 36 mpg with an optional "fuel economy package"

- Features (from 100k mile warranty to crazy things like electronic tire pressure detector and iPod jack) that are INSANE for the price.

My research has been fast and furious, but the bottom line, as I see it, is this: South Korean companies seem to have the formula for making great cars for less, in a way no other country seems to have mastered. And this car in particular (actually, a totally re-engineered “Spectra”) seems like one of a kind. It’s going to feel like we’re not driving a compact car, and not getting good gas mileage, even when we are.

For more information than you necessarily need to know, read below:
It’s gonna cost us in the low $17,000s before we get a $1000 discount for trading in a “competitor” (Saturn SW) and getting whatever trade-in value we can get for it ($695 even in “fair” condition, according to the Kia website). We’ll be plunking down $12,000 on the spot (most of my remaining severance), and financing the rest. My severance’s lump sum came to me at about 52% of gross, so hopefully we’ll be getting an enormous tax return next year and can just finish it off, then.

Like Stephen, I've always considered myself a person that simply hates cars, and wishes we didn't have to deal with the infernal machines at all. But - I am not immune to the notion of comfort; and this last trip down to Waterloo in one of our two crampy, un-airconditioned cars (both over 11 years old) was just about the last friggin' straw. Life is too short for putting up with that kind of crap, especially with a wad of cash uncharacteristically sitting there in my bank account.

For years, in many different ways and on many different levels, I've lamented not really being the beneficiary of many of life's little breaks. Brothers, things appear to have changed. Please, all, don't let me get cocky.

Update on my Dad

So - I may have given a positive report around Christmastime. My dad's health experienced a turn for the better when they put him on a continuous flow of oxygen; however, since the beginning of summer, he has again been on the decline. And in a visit this past weekend, it appears he's in worse shape than they've been able to convey to me over the phone. A simple move across the living room is cause for gasping, wheezing, and sometimes dizziness. And he simply does not look good - which is an unscientific but unmistakable evaluation I feel I can make, having seen him only one other time since last Winter.

The other thing is, neither he and my mom are under any illusions with respect to where this is headed. To a point where it was a little chilling to hear. My dad pulled me aside and shared with me, as he has to my two siblings who live in IA, some wishes for how he would want things to be handled, were he to become confined to a hospital bed with no hope of coming home. He even used the "I've had a good life" line, which is an amazing, iconic statement that somehow straddles the negative/positive notions of resignation and peace. I've spent so long thinking of my dad's condition in clinical terms, "How long will he live? Will this shatter my mom?" etc., that I've not really stopped to internalize what this is going to do to me.

It really, really hit home as I saw him giving my two daughters hugs goodbye (telling Lucy, in very uncharacteristically emotive terms, "You give the sweetest hugs"). It was the actions of a man who is not sure if he will see them again. I was not sure how many times I would see him again, alive. Five, two, never? We had already turned to get into the car, but by the time I sat down, tears were streaming down my face. I mean, of course they were. I'm that kind of a guy.

Check-In #10 (the final check-in)

Well, if the last one was long-overdue...

The first three weeks (actually, each of them only four-day weeks, for one reason or another) at the new job have been a whirlwind; with an entirely new industry to try and digest, and the shock to my family's system of me getting back on a regular work schedule.

But looking back at the last check-in, it's amazing how much I'd really figured out in the mere - what - two and a half months since I'd first gotten my notice? The three "things" that I'd found (everybody knows everybody in the nonprofit world, the nonprofit world energizes me, and I'm more connected than I initially realized) all ended up coming into play, and may all be - to a great degree - why I ended up where I did.

In many ways - I could not have drawn up a more satisfying conclusion to this odyssey. I'm working in the North Side of Minneapolis. At a nonprofit. In a research/data capacity (as opposed to on the "front lines" - as a program manager or case worker or something else I'm not sure I'm cut out for). And - miraculously - brought in at a salary that's around 90% of my Big Buy salary.

Somehow, I managed to find a lateral way into this sector without having to pay the dues of going back for years and year of school, or "working my way up" through the industry. And - while I consider myself the beneficiary of good fortune, here; part of my learnings I had over the past number of months was to trust in what I had to offer a prospective employer. Early on, I saw lack of a "professional" background in the nonprofit world as a game-breaker in making a transition over; but by the point I participated in this particular interview, I had come to realize that I had a lot to offer an employer, and it was just a matter of me having a chance to convince them.

In this particular instance, my for-profit background was a positive. The idea that I had survived seven-plus years in that environment and was able to passionately convey my interest in finding something more meaningful. The years of volunteer work in theatre and my neighborhood - something I've undertaken with a relatively selfless objective - ended up really helping to make my case, as did the extensive networking I'd done over the past couple of months (and, really, with Northside movers & shakers for years prior). I don't want to say "for the first time in my life," but...it sure felt like for the first time in my life, all the groundwork that was laid, incidentally, over a lifetime of simply doing the right thing came back to reward me. It was my own little "It's a Wonderful Life" moment.

Funny - cause, for a number of people working at my new organization - they're into it & all; but for me - this is, in some ways, the last major missing piece to a perfect life (I say that realizing there's LOADS of petty frustrations & works in progress still abounding in my life; but I feel like the major bases are now kind of covered). I'm currently still a bit overwhelmed at the tsunami of information I need to wrangle, surrounding an industry at which I have next to no experience. But I'm determined to excel.

Signing out, for now, from the check-ins. Back to your regularly scheduled blog.

The Sweatiest Day

OK - trust me, the final check-in is on the way.

But in the meantime, let me just pass this along: today was the SWEATIEST day of my life.

And that is saying something. This is no exaggeration: aside, perhaps, from being around T-Clog, it's been years since I've not been the sweatiest guy in the room. I simply sweat buckets. And not only that, but I put myself in situations (mostly, running) where the sweat lets fly.

Anyway - today: cooler temps than the past couple, but still temps in the 80s humidity in the upper 80s.

1. B-Ball. Woke up, first thing, and played in my basketball league. Three four on four games up to thirty in an uncooled gym. So sweaty that, following the game, I took my shirt off and hung around outside for about twenty mintues, then put a beach towel over my car seat, and STILL soaked the seat by the time I got home.
2. Run. Immediately after work, went on a 7-mile run in the sun. OK - this was not a great idea. Sopping, sopping wet, to the point of my shorts going "flap, flap" against my skin, like running in a swimsuit after climbing out of a pool. I was that wet. And - after the dehydration of the morning, and the already-worked muscles, I was starting to fear I wasn't going to make it home. Or at least that I wouldn't be back in time for....
3. Kickball. Not the most demanding workout in the world, but still in the blazing glory of still-up summer sum; and I sweated buckets.

Sweaty, sweaty, sweaty.

...and he ran...

Crazy, humbling times, to be sure. But the thing I can do - have always been able to do - is run. Run and run and run. And I love to run.


As I finish up a humbling few hours on any given day groveling at the feet of individuals (gracious as they may be) in my ever-increasing network, I need an escape. And I have been finding it, in the form of running - short & fast, long & steady, over hills or down by rivers, in the Urban Core or through vast expases of woods & prairies, my time of unemployment has seen me lace up the old sneakers and simply just go.

I've sort of finally figured it out - that, similar to many other cowboys, I simply have a worried mind. Or an active mind. And it doesn't want to settle down. But running is, and always has been, my meditation. Within the past week, I have run a nine mile route, pushing Rose in the stroller; and an 11 mile route, the day after running a race (see below). I've actually lost about 10 pounds, and I'm getting to be in some of the best running shape in which I've ever been (though I may never again quite hold a candle to '96).

On a side note: I did run a race over the weekend, utilizing official warm-up techniques for the first time in my life. Boy, what a difference it made. The race was finally painful at the end, but only at the end. This may just be a new lease on my 5k life. Hey, and I came in 28th out of 369 total runners - not bad! (admittedly, this was an all-comers race, and there were a lot of youth in it. But still...)

Post Star Trek Reflections (SPOILER ALERT)

First off - I will simply say, I was pleased; at least as much as I'd hoped I would be, and maybe more. As the resident "purist," and one who's felt the franchise has totally lost its way in the years following the death of Gene Roddenberry. there was certainly the possibility that the producers would allow the least common denominator trash everything about the original series which I held dear. And I have to say - there was very little about it that entered that territory; and nothing that really sticks in my mind. So kudos, overall, to the filmmakers for successfully balancing that tightwire of making a product that sells and throwing out numerous, obligatory bones to the likes of me.

Other ruminations

• The casting of everyone but Sulu and Uhura seemed superb. As Mixdorf said, Karl Urban did an uncanny McCoy; and I thought the two principals were just what they needed to be. Chekov, suprisingly good - not just in the accent, but in the actual timbre and inflection of the voice. Wow. But I gotta say, Uhura and Sulu both appeared to be cast by someone who thinks that all black people and Japanese look alike. Uhura was a little more "supermodel-ey" than seemed appropriate for the character.
• Sulu: a lot more badass than in the TV series, and Chekov, waaaaay more competent.
• This is geeking out a bit, but....in no reference from the original series do I recall any mention of the fact that the Planet Vulcan was destroyed, and that only 10,000 or so Vulcans survived. Was that merely invented for this movie and - if so - wow, what liberty taken! Not that it seems totally wrong or anything - just, wow.
• Geeking out a bit more: Knowing simply of the appearance of the line, "I have been, and always shall be, your friend," in the film, I decided it might not be a bad idea to acquaint Sharon with Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, wherein lies the origin of that line. And of course, if you're going to watch STII, you'd better precede it with Space Seed, from the original series, which introduces the character of Khan (played by Ricardo Montalbon, of course). I could not believe the number of references lifted directly from that episode and that movie. Even for the non-freaks, I would highly recommend watching the episode, Wrath of Khan, new Star Trek movie sequence; in order to add a little context, almost in "special features" style. An awful lot of Star Trek history and characterization is laid out in those two works.
• A lot of those "bones" tossed out; references from the original series. From the more obvious "I'm a doctor, not a..." line for the almost casual fan, to the acknowledgement that Kirk grew up in Iowa, for those of us a little more versed in episodic lore.
• So what - in addition to the planet Vulcan; we are to assume that Romulus (on the edge of The Neutral Zone, not on the edge of Detroit; though that one may be seeing its last days as well) will be destroyed just a couple of generations into the Star Trek future?
• Save the Federation or not; that was a mighty quick ascendancy to the command of the flagship of Starfleet.
• On the overall plot: I don't see a lot of action flicks these days. Truly, the crux of the plot (alien from future, wreaking vengeance; "red matter" creating black hole; good guys having to land at high velocity and kick a lot of ass on the edge of high-up mechanical precipeces; etc. etc. could really be swapped out with dozens...(hundreds?) of other plots of sci-fi/action films. And that's cool, I suppose. All I ask is that the dialogue and personal interactions between characters not make me roll my eyes. Anything better than that is generally cake & ice cream for me. And I did think there was some really nice, solid dialogue tying together the somewhat par-for-the-course plot, which was really just background noise for how these characters came together.
• Speaking of which - what is it about battling on high, mechanical bridges? And why does every action movie nowadays require a scene (this one has two!) in which the protagonist is hanging by his fingertips at a high altitude with a bad guy trying to step on his fingers? Folks, we're entering hottie-falling-in-the-woods-while-chased-by-axe-murderer territory here. Surely, there's another way or two bring an action sequence to its climax. Let's get creative and work on it.
• Really geeking out, here; but a nitpicker one right here: There is an old Star Trek episode that introduces Romulans; who make a reappearance about 50 years following their first contact with humans, which was an armed conflict. In that episode, it is said that the original conflict predated ship-to-ship visuals; and so no human or Romulan had ever seen the other. Main purpose with that was one of Gene Roddenberry's lessons on race & tolerance, as the ship of the Enterprise discovers that Romulans- surprise! - look just like Vulcans and share common anscestry. Anyway - that's a little inconsistant with this episode, which Kirk battling Romulans in hand-to-hand combat.
• Spock and Uhura romance - wow, wonder what that came from, and if they plan to explain how it ends, sometime in the future.
• No Nurse Chapel (though you hear her being called for in the background). No Yeoman Rand. No Transporter Chief Kyle, but (ok, starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel here, but get THIS); Transporter Chief Kyle was on the bridge of the Reliant in Wrath of Khan. Never noticed that before.
• Too much Leonard Nimoy!!! Appearing at first, wonderful (but yet another nod to Star Wars, as the Obi Wan parallel is uncanny). As the movie goes on, though, it becomes increasingly apparent, that Future Spock, like a creepy old grandfather, just refuses to go away. People not familiar with the series might expect all the episodes to include this ancient Spock double to be there, continually offering up mystical Dungeon Master-styled advice and quips. Anyway - a brief cameo would have been fine.
• Brilliant, almost perfect (and, as Mixx suggested, emotional) birth story for Kirk, at the beginning.
• Also like Mixx, I look forward to future installments.

Check-In #9

Long overdue, this one.

So, "Any luck on the job front?" has become the new "So, what sort of music does your band play?" question. The one I hate to answer, because I feel like a simple sentence, or two, doesn't dive into the complexity of the issue and the (at the risk of getting floofy) "personal journey" I've been on over the past two and a half months.

Short answer: "no." In that, I'm not employed.

Longer answer: I'm currently going through a process where I'm letting go of some assumptions and cynicism to which I've held fast over the 16 years of my post-college adulthood. Assumptions and cynicism which, I now realize, have really gotten me nowhere. In and around the expected ups and downs of day in-day out living without employment, I've have been a networking fool. On a path of self discovery and career exploration, I have been talking to people I know associated with organizations (mostly local government and nonprofit) in which I am interested. I am starting to get this weird sort of focus on non-profits and agencies involved with revitalization/planning/housing issues.

On the surface, "planning" is kind of a sister field to GIS. But in the real nitty gritty, there is an entire other discipline of study required (usually, an advanced degree) in order to become a"planner," proper (as in, "City Planner"). But, I've found that there's all sorts of individuals, community organizers to policy wonk researchers and everything in between, that make the guts of this public sector world go. And I've found three other things:

1. In the public sector, everybody knows everybody. Unlike in the Fortune 500 world I was in previously, the folks in this new arena I am exploring partner with each other, share data, and do collaborative research and projects.

2. The nonprofit world totally energizes me! Something I might have suspected; but without a social work (or related) degree, I always figured employment in that sort of field was beyond my wildest dreams, so I didn't entertain the thought all that much. But damn, if my networking isn't leading me in that direction and confirming for me -yes - this is where my future lies, by whatever path.

3. I'm more "connected" than I initially realized. Serving on my neighborhood board for a few years? Being a current board member of a 501c3 neighborhood theatre company? Being a regular at the coffeeshop, doing the annual Earth Day cleanup at the creek? I had a "network" and I didn't even know it. A lot of these folks have connections with community development corporations, The City, etc., etc., and I am meeting people and having discussions, and just generally getting out there.

So where are things at? Realizing there's still a need to simply put food on the table, I've got a handful of resumes out there for jobs at private firms doing general data jockey sort of things. But whether or not I end up having to take that less desirable option in the short term, this "network" is continuing, and - and I truly believe this (and both of my career counselors have me totally believing this) - it is truly just a matter of time before something comes through in this realm. I've actually got a couple of things in the works where I'll be doing some pro-bono research/GIS work for a couple of local nonprofits; with the idea that I'll get to know the people there better, and their connections, etc. etc. - plus be building up a portfolio and base of experience working in an industry that excites me.

There's also a couple of more strictly GIS/mapping things that are out there - not sure if anything will come of either. The first is another GIS specialist job with a metro county, but this one I appear to be much more qualified for than that one where my hopes were dashed. The pay would totally be on the low side of what it would take for us to make ends meet; but taking the job would be a no brainer for many reasons. And I've long since resigned myself to the notion that I'm not in this (and by "this," I mean "life") for the money. The other thing - and this one is kind of crazy - is a job in a St. Paul suburb working for the US Forest Service. Without a natural resources degree, I'd have never thought it possible; but for whatever reason, that didn't come up (in so many words) in the extensive application process. And lo! and behold, I just got an email from the government essentially telling me that I've made it past the first round of the selection process: they've deemed me qualified. What is really unknown, however; is whether one other person or 150 other people have been deemed similarly qualified. Time will tell. Anyway - that job is a mere 13-month assignment, but the local office reserves the right to extend it to four years; and by that time, I'm assuming new doors would have/will have opened. And in the meantime, I would have worked for Barack Obama!

Not sure what else I need to say at the moment - I'm probably missing a lot but it seems a good time to stop.

To All Mothers, Everywhere

from Dan, Lucy, and Rose

Happy May!

Did I mention I love my city?

This past weekend, our family headed out to Powderhorn Park in south Minneapoils to attend what one of Lucy's teachers calls, "The Best Thing About Living in the Cities." (high praise, indeed!) For the first time ever, we went to the annual May Day celebration; site of a huge festival, parade, vendor-filled gathering of tens of thousands of peace-loving-types in an enormous urban greenspace for general frivolity and a Tree of Life pageant/spectacle that, we'd heard, must be seen to be believed.

Now, from the comforts of your respective corners of the globe, YOU TOO can see it. And believe it, or not.

May Day 2009

Spam of the Day (courtesy of Bootylicious24)

I do know I'm not supposed to open up spam emails and respond to the offers, but in this instance....have pity on me for my weakness! Am I not flesh and blood!?

"Count Me In With the Hollyweirds"

As we all know, message boards on news websites are a cesspool of humanity, bringing out the absolute worst qualities from the laziest cowards in society. To the point where, if I - in a moment of weakness - happen to check in on one, I almost invariably end up becoming depressed at the lack of meaningful discourse. So I generally don't bother.

Except when I can't resist. It's sort of like discovering there's a Vin Diesel action movie playing in your hotel room. Somehow, sometimes, I can't resist just checking in.

So anyway - you can imagine the rancor abounding in the Franken-Coleman trial debates. We know that accusations that fly from ideologues on both sides; but I just happened to check in on a board today and caught one of those one-in-a-thousand amazing comments left by some random guy who addressed that ongoing, strange right wing fury about Hollywood being in the back pocket of liberal politics:

The question one should ask themselves is...
what these donors expect to gain by their contributions. Do Hollywood actors and other celebrities who donate to Franken expect government handouts, or business tax breaks, or federal contracts? Or do they simply think Franken is more likely to promote the type of government and society in which they want to live? Last I checked, these celebrities were not corporate bigwigs looking to receive more favorable tax treatment and government contracts. Nope, but that's what motivates Norm's donors, who would prefer to further bankrupt the government for their own individual good. So basically we have one set of donors who want a more open, tolerant and freer society vs. another set who want to pay less in taxes or garner some other lucrative government contract and think giving a Republican a lot of money will help them get this. Seems pretty clear who I'd rather have in D.C. Count me in with the Hollyweirds.

Well-done, jonnyonspot.

Everything I Know About Parenting I Learned From LOTR

Among the lines used in various iteractions with child:

- (when rounding up the girls to get them out the door - with thanks to PGibb) Find the halflings!!!
- Strange that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing.
and
- DO NOT TAKE ME FOR A CONJURER OF CHEAP TRICKS!!

others, Gibb? Missing some here? No doubt, but those three came to mind first.

Happy Birthday Little Girl Getting Bigger

Lucy Age 6

Check-In #8

Apparently, the aerial imagery company is calling my references. I've heard from two of them now that they've been contacted and have given their best on my behalf.

If this job was offered (at a living wage) I would accept; and there are definite good points about the company, the industry, and (potentially) the future - were I to end up there.

Cross your fingers on my behalf.