Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Playing Desert Golf in Phoenix

I've come to the realization that playing golf in Phoenix is really hard on a set of golf clubs.  You should see my freaking lob wedge.  The rule here is, if you hit into the desert, you gotta play it.  If you take a penalty stroke, you get two club lengths.  And that's it.  And there are times when taking two club lengths doesn't get you to a playable lie.  That's why I try to avoid desert courses.

If you're going to follow the rules to a T, here is how it goes.

I hit a wayward tee shot into the desert.  There are some open spots over there, but I hit a provisional just in case I can't find it.  The provisional is a great shot, but it doesn't matter because I end up finding my tee shot.  It's in an unplayable lie, and two club lengths doesn't get me to a playable lie.  Two more club lengths?  Nope.  How about two more?  Yeah, I can find a place here where I *could* hit from, but I don't want to.  I'm probably going to take two more club lengths.  Ahh....good old rocks to hit off of.

The only option at that point is to go back to the tee and hit another shot with a stroke-and-distance penalty, but that's not an option because there is another group on the tee.  Obviously, the words "I found my tee shot, so I'm not allowed to play the provisional" will come out, and they won't understand.  I don't want to have that kind of a conversation on the golf course, so I break the rules.

Now if I'm wrong on the rules, I hope someone can correct me.  But also keep in mind that desert areas, with rare exceptions, are not staked.  There is one course in the valley where the desert area is protected, and the score cards says to treat them like implied green stakes.  Everywhere else, though, the desert area is "in play".

Speaking of "in play", you should see my golf clubs.  I need a new set because I've really worn out both of my sets from hitting off of rocky turf.  Those freaking things cost a lot of money, and I don't feel like spending that again.  My shortest wedge, a 56*, looks like it got stuck in a garbage disposal.  Even my fairway wood, my newest club, is beat up.  I just hit off of the rocks with it last weekend.  It was a great lie, so I'm going to put some wear and tear on my club to get a good shot.  Of course, I hit it a bit fat, and doing that on rocks has disastrous results.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Colin Kaepernick and the National Anthem

I've spent the last few years commenting about how rude and disrespectful it was for professional athletes to fail to remove their headgear during the National Anthem.  I mean, the person over the PA speakers even says "please remove your headgear".  I don't really do it out of respect for the country, the flag, or anything like that.  I do it out of respect for the people around me.

Now before I continue, I just want to go on record as stating that this is one of the most polarizing issues in the United States today, and it's one that tends to get overlooked because no one ever dares to take the opposite side of the aisle for fear of being publicly ostracized.  With that said, I want to emphasize that my goal is to attain and maintain civil discourse.

Before we can delve further into this topic, we need to establish some baselines.  For starters, conflict is positive.  Repeat that ten times.  Conflict is positive.  If people never disagreed, then we would never accomplish anything.  I am truly blessed that I currently work on a small team of people where constant disagreement is the norm, but we do it in a way that leads to productive results.  I love every minute of it.

Disagreement and conflict are practically synonyms, and one of the keys to success in life, no matter what one is trying to achieve, is effective conflict resolution skills.  There are four different ways that a person can deal with conflict, but there is really only one right way.  The four ways are:

1.  Aggressive
2.  Passive
3.  Passive-Aggressive
4.  Assertiveness

People who pursue conflict aggressively tend to cause problems.  Aggressiveness tends to cue one of two common responses.  The target will either cower in fear, or the target will lash back.  Neither one of these situations leads to anything productive.

People who attend to conflict passively aren't doing anyone any favors because they aren't making their voices heard.  I firmly believe that everyone on this planet has the obligation to make his or her voice heard in the topics that he or she is passionate about.  Extreme passiveness, also called avoidance, tends to not work to avoid conflict at all.  It only prolongs the inevitable, oftentimes making it worse.

Passive-Aggressive people act aggressively in a passive way, and they tend to cause the most problems due to the miscommunication that oftentimes results.  The only time passive-aggressiveness should even be an option is if it is done mockingly or as a joke.

Assertiveness is really the only way to manage conflict effectively.  People should always go into arguments with a desire to be heard and an ability to compromise.  If you don't possess both of these qualities, then get the fuck out of the way so that the rest of us can make some progress.

Colin Kaepernick's decision to sit during the Star-Spangled Banner was an extremely effective and assertive way to address a disagreement that is happening right now in this country.

He could have been aggressive and burned a bunch of American flags.  Because that sure does accomplish things.  He could just let things keep on keeping on, but that's no way to live if you feel passionately about something.  He could have been passive aggressive and went along with the status quo while mocking it.  None of those things accomplish anything, though, so he chose to take the assertive route.

Colin Kaepernick probably spent the last six months thinking that he was a dwindling NFL player in the twilight of his career who probably won't ever get a chance to see the national spotlight again.  He has something that he needs to say.  What can he do to accomplish that?

He chose pretty much the only thing he had in his arsenal.  The backlash has been astronomical, but I have to wonder if it was because of the action or because of the message that he intended to send.

Given the fact that I see at least a dozen NFL players refusing to doff their headgear every time I see the national anthem being played, I have to believe it was because of the latter.  And that makes me fear that America is a far more racist country than I ever imagined.


Sunday, August 28, 2016

Grass


It seems like I've come full circle.

One of the biggest reasons why I moved from Fargo, ND to Phoenix, AZ a few years ago is because I'm allergic to grass.  It was so awesome to get away from grass.  Period.  Now, here I am in Phoenix with a newly purchased home, and guess what I'm doing?  That's right.  I'm trying to grow grass.

I have a very small yard, but there are two reasons why I want grass cover in my backyard.

1.  It will stop the mud from splashing up on the patio when it rains
2.  It will give me a place to practice my wedge game.

The fact that it will also look better is a distant third.

My first attempt was rather lackluster.  I just figured I'd throw a bunch of seed out, water like crazy, and see what happens.  Well, nothing happened.  I think the reason why is because there were some 30 years of oleander droppings in the backyard that I don't necessarily think anyone had ever bothered to clean up.

Now keep in mind that I already missed the opportune growing moment for bermudagrass in this part of the country.  I was trying to plant in early June when the window really officially exists in early to mid-May.  But I figured I would try again.  I bought a thatching rake and thatched up piled of ole oleander crap.  I think I thatched a good inch off the top.  I filled four large garbage bags, so there was a significant amount of plant debris removed.

For the second try, I bought some sand to use as a dressing over top of the seed.  The results were actually better, but I was still lacking something.  I ended up growing four small patches of grass, three of which died about a week after poking its head through the soil.  So I called a couple of golf course people to see what I was doing wrong.  It turns out, I was doing a lot wrong.

The third try involved in using an aerator to loosen the soil.  Then I threw down some seed, and then I put some dressing over top.  I had much better results this time.  I would say that half of the yard that I planted has splotches of thriving bermudagrass that would need a full season to creep into a full fledged lawn.  However, the reason why that area just isn't making any more progress is simply because the dirt here is so weird.

Back home, dirt acts like a sponge.  It expands when it gets wet, and most rainwater is absorbed.  Here in Phoenix, the dirt is like concrete.  A guy I golfed with a couple of years ago called it "moon dust", and I think that is a very good description.  It's hard, it's rocky, it's brittle, and it does not hold any water.

The bare parts of my yard right now are bare primarily because that's where the runoff flows.  You see, the dirt might not hold any water, but the dirt most certainly clings to the water.  My yard is full of little tiny arroyos.  Grass won't grow in the arroyos because water erosion carries the seed away.  Grass won't grow on the high points, either, because the dirt doesn't hold any water.

So I made a fourth try, but this was only on the half of my yard where the oleander tree was removed.  I had a huge hole in the ground, and I needed to buy some dirt to fill it.  I ended up buying garden dirt, and I spread it around the whole area to try to make the place where the hole was look less obvious.  Then I used an aerator to kind of mix that garden dirt with the crappy phoenix dirt below.  I threw down the last of my seed partly because I just didn't want to keep it all winter, and I put down sand as a dressing over top.  The result, considering the fact that I didn't have enough seed to cover the whole area adequately, has been pretty good.  It's too late in the year to go buy any more seed now, but it is pretty obvious that I'll be buying more dirt when I overseed this fall.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Pop Culture

People like to bemoan how horrible pop culture has become.  I think this criticism is unjustified because, quite frankly, all pop culture sucks, and it always has.

The definition of pop culture is essentially any entertainment or artistic medium that exists for the sole purpose of being produced and consumed in mass quantities in order to make a profit for its creator.  It is not to be confused with high culture, which is any entertainment or artistic medium that exists for the purpose of personal expression.  Pop culture didn't truly exist until after World War II, when the television became the norm and people could afford to go out because there was one car in every garage.

So let's take a look at some of the media pop culture has produced over the years.

Music

Music is perhaps the oldest medium that currently exists in the realm of pop culture.  Humans have quite possibly been making music for longer than there have been humans.  Frequently, there is music that blurs the line between pop culture and high culture.  For some reason, the band Queen is the first artist that came to mind, but there are others.  The whole grunge movement of the early '90s was all about bands who just wanted to express themselves accidentally becoming famous, but I don't know if I agree completely with the accidentally part.

I will totally submit that the music that is on the top 40 radio stations today is pretty horrible.  The robotic drown of the auto tune sometimes makes it difficult for me to tell the difference between what's playing on the radio and my car shifting gears.  I will also submit that the pop culture that existed before my time was pretty horrible as well.  The pop songs of the '60s, like Rockin Robin, Tiptoe through the Tulips, Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie...., and Monster Mash were absolutely horrible.  Don't even get me started on the disco from the 70s.

But the pop music from the era when I was growing up is good.

And I'm willing to wager that nearly anyone you ask will say that (I know of a few exceptions).

However, I will also freely admit that I have bias.  When I think of the pop music from my time, I think of Whitney Houston, Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, Madonna, Elton John, Huey Lewis and the News, Hall & Oates, Billy Joel, Lionel Ritchie, Cindi Lauper, Stevie Wonder, and the like.  These people were all very talented, and they were all very successful.  But they combined for a tiny fraction of what constituted the music scene at that time.

There are a lot of songs from the '80s that I like that people who weren't alive during the '80s would think are very strange, to put a positive spin on it.  We Built This City is currently pretty widely recognized as the worst song of all time.  Rock Me Amadeus sounded pretty raw when it came out, but now it just sounds like a cartoon.  Quarterflash and Accept both kind of sucked, and Sussudio pissed me off because I couldn't figure out the point.  The one song, though, that really irked me more than any other was Don't Worry, Be Happy.  Perhaps the most catchy song of all time, one could not deny that Bobby McFerrin had talent.

I'm not here to defend the music of the '80s, though.  I'm merely here to point out that I like the music of the '80s because it is what I grew up with.  My mind isn't capable of rating it on an unbiased scale, so I will submit that pop music from every era sucks equally as bad.

Television

We are, right now, in the golden age of television, and we don't even know it.  Over the last 15 years or so, the quality of the programs on television has improved so immensely that I've even started watching a couple of shows.  Keep in mind that I am a person who would frequently go months on end without turning the TV on.  In fact, as I type this, my TV hasn't been turned on in about two weeks, since I last sat down to watch a couple of episodes of House of Cards.

The reason for this is pretty simple.  Technology has advanced to the point where it is easy for us to enjoy cinema-like quality in the comfort of our own living rooms.  That combined with the intense competition between providers in this day and age has left us with a ton of variety to choose from.  The result is that the quality of pop culture TV programs in 2016 is far superior to any programs from any other eras, and it is only getting better.

Movies

There are still good movies out there, but the medium has deteriorated to the point where it is really hard to tell.  Most box office hits in this day and age are either sequels, prequels, reboots, remakes, or part of a franchise.  I don't see this changing any time soon, either, as Hollywood is looking to expand into markets where the gimmicks of old will still be new.  It's hard for me to pinpoint when cinema had its golden age, and I would be willing to bet that there would be a large disagreement anyway.

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All in all, I really don't think pop culture has changed, as far as quality goes, all that much.  It should also be noted that the improvement of TV is probably directly related to the decline of cinema.  At any rate, I have really shunned pop culture for most of my life.  I hate hype, and pop culture cannot thrive without hype.




Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Remembering Blackberry

My first smart phone was a Blackberry Tour.  It was probably still the best Blackberry on the market when I "upgraded" to an Android two years later.  That's the reason I didn't buy another Blackberry.

When I owned a Blackberry, they had the market cornered.  Everyone who had a smart phone, which wasn't many people, had a Blackberry.  I really think that the primary reason for their demise is because they were very late to the touch screen market.  The reason why they couldn't recover even after they got a good touch screen phone onto the market is because a person has to know how to *use* a Blackberry.  People get mad at me for saying it, but Apple and Android really dumbed down the technology to make it usable by more people, and I find that seems to be a common theme in 21st century technology.  I fell prey to it at first, but I have since seen my folly.

My first Android phone was a Droid 2.  It wasn't a touch screen.  It was simply much more powerful than my Blackberry Tour.  And it had a bigger screen.  My second Android phone was a Samsung Galaxy II.  This phone did have a touch screen, but I wasn't willing to give up the physical qwerty keyboard yet.  It was also the biggest piece of junk I've ever owned.  I smashed it with a hammer when the contract finally expired, and that wasn't nearly as satisfying as I thought it would be.

I finally decided to go without a physical keyboard on my third Android, which happens to be my current phone.  That was a huge mistake.

I have come to the realization after using a device whose sole method of peripheral input is through a touchscreen that I really hate touchscreens.  I think touchscreens are "neat", but beyond that, I think that it is impossible to be productive when using a touchscreen.  My text messages are full of errors, and I care too much about the English language.  I frequently accidentally touch buttons on the screen which causes strange things to happen.  I bought a set of dishes on Amazon because I somehow managed to navigate through adding the item to my cart and going through the checkout process while the phone was in my pocket.  I needed a set of dishes, so it's all good.

But the biggest frustration is trying to navigate crap.  I'll be honest.  I need a stylus to be able to use the touchscreen effectively.  I hate accidentally clicking on the wrong link and having to wait a minute or two for crap to load so I can go back to the last screen.  I hate drop-down menus, too, and that seems to be the new norm given the fact that people are realizing how hard it is to type effectively on a touchscreen.  Let's not even talk about trying to enter a freaking case sensitive password with at least one capital letter, one number, and one special character.

I have made up my mind.  I went away from Blackberry for no good reason than I wanted the newest and greatest technology.  Smartphone technology has now stagnated considerably.  They have fallen into the same trap as PCs.  They started by dictating content based on the capabilities of the device.  After some time, the content started to dictate the capabilities of the device, and that's really the only reason why a person would need to upgrade anymore in this day and age.

Because of all of this, I'm going back to Blackberry for my next phone.  I had already made this decision before I learned that Blackberry now makes a phone that comes with the Android operating system installed.  I'm not afraid of the Blackberry operating system.  I actually kind of feel bad for leaving it behind because knowing all of the tips and tricks helped to make the Blackberry almost as productive as my desktop computer.  However, I will probably opt for the Blackberry Priv anyway.  The truth is, I really don't expect much from my smart phone.  All I really want is the ability to do things quickly, and that's something I cannot do with a touch screen.

Welcome!

Welcome to my Ramblings, Ruminations, and Things Sometimes Best Left Unsaid.  I call it Ramblination for short, and I'm guessing that the red underline means that I made that word up.  Apparently, someone else made the word up before me, so I had to put a number after it.  I'd like to say that I tried 1 through 12 with no success, but alas, I chose number 13 because it's a number I'm closely associated with.  I'm not superstitious.  I'm anti-superstitious.  And I'm also a hipster because being anti-superstitious is going to become "a thing" in about ten years.  You just watch.

This is my 29th attempt at creating a blog.  Yup.  I made that number up, too.  When I was younger, back in the 90s when no one knew what the World Wide Web was, I liked to start a new blog every time I forgot the URL to the old blog.  So I probably have like a dozen blogs floating around out there somewhere.  It's been a while since I tried to create one, though.  I'd say at least 10 years.

My decision this time simply comes from the fact that I tend to post long and rambling ruminations on Facebook on a regular basis.  I decided that instead of making my friends scroll past my long-winded expulsions, I would give the option to the three people that actually read my shit to come to me instead.

We'll see how this goes.  I think my old blogs had a total of nine followers.  Combined.  The good news is, that's a sizable percentage of the total number of people who were online back then.  The bad news is, most of those followers were probably the same person following me on several different blogs.  I'm guessing the other three were people who accidentally clicked on the "follow" button and couldn't figure out how to undo it.

That's my goal.  Nine followers.