Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Hurricane Sandy, Part 2



The calm after the storm.

...and Prospero's magic does not cease to amaze. The entire East Coast seaboard of the United States was in some way affected by Hurricane Sandy's devastating swath of destruction and death. The overnight death toll is given as 30, but that may rise as new storm victims are discovered or those currently in hospital care succumb to their wounds.

Above: Example of a widely-circulated, doctored photograph supposedly showing Hurricane Sandy storm clouds ominously hovering over the New York City skyline.

Aside from the death tolls and bizarre images of destruction in the wake of Hurricane Sandy's wrath, a new phenomenon is spreading--the posting of fake Hurricane Sandy images through social media. These photos do not depict realistic images, but improbable scenes of devastation, such as large waves pouncing on the Statue of Liberty or ominous storm clouds over the New York City skyline. Since many businesses were closed during the weather emergency, I assume a few bored workers stuck at home had time to play around with doctored images and shared those photos with their online friends. But others took photographs of actual property damage, perhaps for insurance purposes, but also to chronicle the historical destruction of Hurricane Sandy.



When you stop to survey the enormous amount of damage or pause to reflect on what happened over the past few days, you begin to appreciate the raw, uncontrollable power of nature. Some people might even ascribe this meteorological phenomenon to divine will, but I cannot go down that road merely because the deaths and destruction seem so random. Why would God--anyone's god--bring about such catastrophe? Perhaps we are being tested again. I don't know. But what I do know is that in all of humanity, no matter how boastful our claims, we could never rival nature's sheer force and power.



That is why I hardly pay any attention to environmentalists who claim we are somehow damaging the planet by our very existence. They say mankind causes so much devastation that the earth will never recover. Oh really? So when a volcano erupts and molten lava burns down tropical forests while changing the landscape, the Earth will never recover from that catastrophic event? Or when a large-magnitude earthquake shakes up the land and creates mammoth-sized tsunamis in the Pacific region, the Earth will never recover from that event either? Or when a global megastorm like Hurricane Sandy just happens to flood low-lying areas and tears down everything in its path through ferocious and unyielding winds, the Earth will never survive such costly destruction? I have to muster a mocking laugh at those apocalyptic and fatalistic environmentalists who believe--with the height of human arrogance--that we can damage the Earth more than Mother Nature herself can. We're at the mercy of the Earth, not the other way around.



I SURVIVED HURRICANE SANDY, WINDY and RAINY
October 28, 29 and 30, 2012.

 ~Andrew K.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Hurricane Sandy, Part 1



The calm before the storm.

Media coverage of Hurricane Sandy is--as with any major storm--at a fever pitch. Nothing sells more commercial television time between newscasts than a little weather scare. Every storm becomes the "Storm of the Century" if a TV channel can sell you a few more fast-food burgers or offer a "storm sale" from the local car dealership. How responsible are meteorologists in reporting this upcoming storm?

One side effect of the weather scare permeated by various media outlets is to create a rush on emergency goods, such as bottled water, flashlights, batteries, etc., which helps the local economies of businesses, but also results in a shortage of supplies. That is what I experienced on Sunday, October 28, 2012 as my wife and I went from store to store looking for a simple flashlight, in case the power goes out in the house and we're left in the dark. Not one store had a serviceable flashlight, and we checked them all--Home Depot, Lowe's, Sears Hardware, Walmart, Kmart, Giant Supermarkets, Rite-Aid, and even a couple of dollar stores. All sold-out, no thanks to the weather scare. None of these stores even had the D-size batteries we were looking for in order to replenish our "lantern-style" flashlights at home. I was tempted to go to RadioShack, because they are known for their well-stocked battery displays, but after searching all the other stores, we just drove home defeated. Our efforts were all for nothing.

I guess if the power goes out, we can rely on candles. A sort of Amish turn-of-events that takes us back to a time before Edison. We have plenty of waxy sticks with wicks at home, especially the scented kind. This truly romantic setting--the bedroom darkness broken by the flickering flame while the aroma of florals and fruits wafts through the sensually-charged air--will make surviving Hurricane Sandy a more pleasurable affair to remember. Still, you have to wonder about nature.

We claim to understand the world we live in, but the truth is that the world is constantly surprising us with its power. From periods of great heat and drought to periods of great snowfall and frigid cold, there is never a time of seemingly consistent weather. And, not surprisingly, we cannot control any of it. We are at the mercy of our own environment, of the planet's petulance or of the world's whim.


Hurricane Sandy will bring about high winds and torrential rains, more than likely flooding many places and causing may hardships or deaths. But how we weather this storm will say a lot about us as people. Neighbor helping neighbor to survive what are commonly called "acts of God." Perhaps that is why we experience such extremes in weather--a divine test to see the good (or evil) in our human nature. Is God testing us? I don't claim to know. But I do know this much...

We are a strong people and we will get through this raging and rampaging storm. And after the winds have subsided and the rains have ceased, we can relegate Hurricane Sandy to the dusty pages of history as just another storm--full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

I await Prospero's magic... (to be continued, after the storm, in Part 2).
~Andrew K.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

The Human Eye

Is it really a portal into an individual's soul? Does it really contain mystical powers, such as those used by magicians or hypnotists? Is the human eye more than it appears to be? I don't think so.

As a romantic notion, I can see how some people would think all of the above are true. The eye is a symbol of many things. Just as symbolic is the different colors of the iris, from bright blue to dark brown or black. I have a brown pair, which are nice in most people's eyes (pardon the pun), but everyone seems to prefer the lighter hues, especially the blue eyes---such as the ones my father had before he passed away.

He was a womanizer and I have no doubt that his sparkling, roguish blue eyes helped him seduce many women in his lifetime. He wooed my mother and later I resulted, so there's one piece of proof. But what is it about the eyes that make them seem so powerful? Why are both men and women drawn to them? There are many answers to these questions and each answer appeals to a different person, but here's my take on it...

EYES are proof that we are ALIVE. Forget about them being windows into the soul, part---eyes represent life itself. They move fluidly, they help us see, they scan the world around us, they give our brains the images we need to make sense of our world, and without eyes---we'd be literally and figuratively blind.

When we sleep, our eyes are shut. Sleep is like a little death. We visit other worlds in our dreams, but those worlds are not seen through our eyes, but our mind's eye. In death, the body lies stiff in a coffin with the eyes shut. Life has ended. Even if we are living, blood-shot eyes and red or bleary eyes suggest an unhealthy life. I know when I have lost many hours of sleep, my eyes make me look dead or like a zombie. What woman would find those kinds of eyes attractive? None, I suspect.


Eyes are like life monitors and show how vibrant we are---living and seeing all around us. As humans, we are attracted to lively people and people who have bright eyes, no matter their color. So even if the eyes reveal something about a person's soul, it is that they show not the soul, but the life currently being lived. And to those sparkling eyes an equally sparkling smile and you have a combination potent enough to lure any man or woman.

Next time, don't be shy. Look the other person in the eye. Don't wonder why. Just smile and say "hi."

~Andrew K.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Wee Small Hours


In the wee small hours of the morning,
When the whole wide world is fast asleep...

Frank Sinatra. Old Blue Eyes. The Chairman of the Board. The Voice. The background music soundtrack of every thinking man's life. From the luckless loner to the lovelorn loser, from the corporate alpha male to the lowly deckhand who rigs the sail, no one is immune from the soothing, soulful music of Sinatra's dulcet vocal chords. Not even I. And so it is at this ungodly time of night that I recall the words of one of Sinatra's many sad songs, "In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning."

In the wee small hours of the morning,
When the whole wide world is fast asleep...

"When the whole wide world is fast asleep." First, that idea seems impossible. When it is 12 midnight in Bucks County, PA (USA), it is 12 noon in my wife's native land of the Philippines. I'm fairly certain that even if everyone in the U.S. was asleep around 12 a.m. (even those living in Pacific Time Zone whose time would be 8 p.m. or four hours behind the East Coast), then someone in the Philippines would be awake in the middle of their day over there. But let's romantically assume that the "whole wide world" was indeed fast asleep, how would that feel for the man who was not sleeping and contemplating the situation? It would feel eerie, yet strangely peaceful.

In the wee small hours of the morning,
When the whole wide world is fast asleep...

Everyone is fast asleep. Not a sound can disturb them from their slumber. I am awake in the wee small hours. I feel the desolation and isolation of nighttime--of a sorrowful man who wishes to reach out, but knows not a soul stirring. My wife is in bed and thoughts are running through my head, yet I cannot sleep and join the rest of the whole wide world. I should go to bed and rest my head, for the day laughs at the work made by night (or so goes the Greek proverb). My wife is calling me now.

In the wee small hours of the morning,
When the whole wide world is fast asleep...

The lyrics fail me after the first two lines. The words don't apply. They talk about a girl for whom Sinatra sings that must have left him or was let go. But my girl Ellaine has not gone. She is with me still, even after three months of marriage. I should probably be singing a different Sinatra tune, the song "I Love My Wife." But I'm sleepy-eyed and tired. It's been a long day and an even longer work week. And all that I can think of--the words rolling over my mind and keep on repeating:

In the wee small hours of the morning,
When the whole wide world is fast asleep...

And my eyelids feel like anvils, weighing heavily over my eyes. And the warm bed awaits to rest my head upon heavenly pillows. And my winsome wife who already retired for the night, lays there like a lazy cherub, I cannot resist any longer the temptation to join her. I take Sinatra's sagacious words into my heart and keep them there, under lock and key. As I yawn, long before the rooster's morning call at dawn, I make my way to the bed of wedded bliss and with soft lips kiss my wife on the cheek. For I am meek and slumber is now what I seek. Goodnight, sweet world! Gently I die tonight in the wee small hours that fly by so fast and do not last, only to be reborn again when Apollo's chariot crosses the Eastern sky.

You lie awake and think about the girl,
And never, ever think of counting sheep.

~Andrew K.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Time Mismanagement


Time. There's never enough of it. I'm reminded of what the Ghost of Christmas Present told Scrooge (as played by Albert Finney): "There is never enough time to do or say all the things that we would wish. The thing is to try to do as much as you can in the time that you have. Remember Scrooge, time is short, and suddenly, you're not here any more." Since time is short and there is never enough of it, I think it behooves everyone with responsibilities to learn to manage their time wisely.

Take for example my life. I work full-time during the week, from 8:30 am to 5 pm, with the exception of Wednesdays, when I leave work at 4 pm to attend my ENGL 215 class, or Fridays, when I must stay at work until 6 pm in order to make up for the missed hour on Wednesdays. Weekdays seem to go quickly, like a flash, so whatever time I must spend on work and schoolwork must be done on the weekends. That sounds simple enough, but I have other commitments as well. The wife.

I love my wife very much. She doesn't work outside the home, so she is the classic "homemaker." For most of the work week, I don't see her. When I come home, I'm too tired to fool around with her, although she has crafty seductress ways to get me in the mood. Basically, I need to wait for the weekend to spend quality time with her. Add to this equation an elderly grandmother (who I also love dearly), who sits at home all the time like a bored house cat. I need to find the time to take her out of the house as well, perhaps to church, where she feels most comfortable and can speak with her senior set of friends and other familiars. So there goes Sunday mornings! Beginning to see a pattern here, my friend?



Time is precious. Those who know how to balance their time well may consider themselves to be wealthy individuals. Those who cannot manage their time well enough may frown at their situation (like me) and find themselves to be hopelessly impoverished and always at a deficit. The loss of time in everyday life reminds me of Salvador Dali's most famous painting "Persistence of Memory" with the melting watches on a surreal landscape. No matter what art critics have said about the painting, there is something within the imagery that strikes a chord. It is the lament of the procrastinator that I see. The watches take the shape of how I feel when there just isn't enough to complete a project at work, to compose a writing assignment for my college course, or to keep my wife happy. So what is a guy to do?

The key to the proper management of time is simple, but seems contradictory. The key is sleeping. How do you gain time by doing something that actually makes you lose time in the process? Of course, the mere act of sleeping doesn't help you gain time, unless you were expecting to spend that time in bed. No, what I mean is that sleeping rests your body and your mind. Giving yourself the time to recharge those internal batteries also gives you more "quality time" to perform the tasks and complete the work you need to do when awake. As Benjamin Franklin once famously said: "Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise." Truer words have never been spoken and reading between the lines of Franklin's words gives you the key to managing your time.



So, off to bed I go. To sleep perchance to dream of the persistence of memory when time flies like the wind and fruit flies like bananas. Shakespeare, Dali, Groucho...those are the sheep I count to help me fall asleep!

Time's up, son. Goodnight.

~Andrew K.

Friday, October 12, 2012

FREE SEX

This is not a typical blog post. This is my personal experiment in search engine optimization (SEO) techniques. I'm going to take the two most popular and attention-grabbing words in the English language---"FREE" and "SEX"---and simply use them repeatedly in my post. I want to see if it my little search engine test will garner me a high spot on Google's first page of results. If I succeed, I will be very happy. If I fail, I will have to learn more about SEO before I try this kind of experiment again. By the way, I don't need a search engine to help me find "FREE SEX," because I'm already married. Ha-ha! Score one for the guys who don't fear commitment. And now without further ado, on with the test...

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Thursday, October 11, 2012

iPhones and Smartphones: Can we live without them?


A digital tidal wave. That's what I call it. I'm old enough to remember a time that when I was out and had to place a phone call, all I needed was a quarter and an available pay phone or phone booth. I remember a time when I walked the streets and hummed to myself to pass the time. I remember a time when I used both hands on the steering wheel of my vehicle. But all that changed when the digital tidal wave crashed into our everyday lives. There's no going back now, because the smartphone has become an extension of ourselves.



With the introduction of the smartphone, no longer do you need to find a corner with a booth or search the side of store building for the pay phone. Right there in your pocket you have the means to reach out and touch someone you know and love. Unfortunately, it will most likely cost you more than a quarter, due to expensive cell phone plans with carriers offering data plans that just make the cost even more burdensome.



With the introduction of the smartphone, no longer do you need to feel uncomfortable walking down the street without something to do. You'll fiddle with your fingers, launching pixelated irate fowls at snickeing swine all while falling down a uncovered manhole that just happens to be in your path ahead. You seem to be at a loss of what to do when there's "down time" or when there's nothing to do. I guess lip diddles or humming or whittling a bit of wood is not as interesting anymore as taking a photo on your smartphone and posting it online with just a couple of thumb presses.



With the introduction of the smartphone, no longer do you have to steer your car with both hands and with such racing aplomb as to rival the great NASCAR champions. Now you can use your right hand to text your BFF (best friend forever) that her new fingernail color is "da bomb" as your left hand turns the wheel towards the side of the pavement that avoids the pizza parlor, but lands your Toyota Prius in the display window of a bridal shop. Say "yes" to that dress!

Seriously though, can we live without them? Yes, we can live without the convenience of smartphones. Do they add to our lives? Maybe. Certainly, these digital devices entertain us and inform us, but are we getting our money's worth with these expensive monthly cell phone plans? Nah, I think I got more worth out of my one quarter in the local pay phone, especially when I just needed to make a call. And what about actually calling someone? Do we really use these smartphones as phones anymore? I admit, the main use for my Android-powered LG Optimus Thrill 3D smartphone is to access the Internet when I'm away from my laptop or desktop. Besides accessing the Internet, I often check out the weather app to see how I should dress myself before I go out the front door. I also use the TipCalc app when I'm at a restaurant so I offer the proper tip amount to my server. And yes, even though the digital camera, with its humble 5MP lens, does not meet the top-of-the-line DSL photographic specs, it still gets the job done when I need a few quick snaps to capture the moment.



Isn't that why we need smartphones? They are indispensible. They are the Swiss Army knives of the new digital age. Every pocket and pocketbook would feel lonely without one. So if you have a smartphone, like I do, consider yourself a truly "modern" man (or woman). Arguably, your life would not be as fun or fulfilled as it would be without that slab of touch-sensitive cool glass and dazzling microprocessors that give our favorite apps their juice. Long live the smartphone! (Until some other technology makes it obsolete.)

~Andrew K.