Terror by truck

The NYPD confirmed that one person is in custody after a vehicle hit pedestrians and cyclists, leaving several people dead and others injured in New York's Lower Manhattan area. Police also initially responded to reports of gunfire. NYC Mayor Bill de Blasio calls the incident "an act of terror."

I wholeheartedly agree, vehicular homicide is nevertheless homicide, and its aimless, haphazard nature would seem to instill terror much like rogue airliners. 

Update (11/2/2017) I'm completely dumbfounded to discover that the driver hailed from Uzbekistan, my Word, he was a follower of Muhammad. he conformed to the Religion of Peace.  Being human, a pattern recognition machine, I sense a recurring phenomenological theme.  One occurrence might be a freak one off, September 11, 2001.  A second point defines a line, Ft. Hood.  "Allahu Akbar," anyone, anyone, Bueller, Bueller. 

This is the third point, that confirms a pattern; the Religion of Peace strikes again.  Note: I was utilizing the rhetorical device of irony, I was not dumbfounded, I suspected he was an Islamofascist all along.  ISIS is even taking credit,  As my German Grandma would say, "Achtung liber," which roughly translated is "Warning in a familiar way," and an expression of caution, like, "look out."  


I will not go gently into that good night

I feel that I'm on he precipice of a breakthrough; that inflection point where everything, and everyone, feels frustratingly small and narrow-minded, a desire to be like Morison and 'break on through to the other side,' or be like Armstrong when he took the Longview and reveled in his 'house with unlocked doors, changing the channels for an hour or two.'  It's all just very frustrating.  Like Thomas, I feel rage, rage against the dying of the light.  Or at least I'll channel that rage into more Machiavellian modalities, more productive processes.  Schemata are being hatched, time is being bidden.


My political evolution

I have always, ever since I was able to cogently think on the topic, seen the ideal political structure as more of a libertarian transparent transaction model, id est, a sort of laissex-faire capitalism.  Before I even knew the proper terminology 3~4 years old, I was thinking these thoughts, but without the proper outlet, they go nowhere and ultimately get relegated to nothing more than passing thoughts..

I spent a bulk of time in primary and middle school, not ever really knowing what I was, I just knew I did not believe all of what my teachers were trying to shovel my way.

In high school is where my ideology finally coalesced.  Sophomore year I decided that a sea change for my life was in order. I joined the speech & debate and mock trial teams, all of my teammates were older than me by a couple of years.  They were folks whom were known throughout the neighborhood as upstanding people.  I thought they were all pretty cool; they were all progressives, all nerds; I was the latter not the former, however, that's not really an issue when you're 15, and they didn't flout it.

One night when we were returning home from across town at a showing of award-winning foreign commercials, my friend's car wherein I was passenger was struck, T-boned where I was sitting.  This left me comatose for 10 days.  Upon regaining consciousness, I couldn't eat, speak, hold up my head, do much of anything.  I had severe brain damage.   Major bleeds in the right basal ganglia, leaving me with uncomfortable muscle spasms on my left side; and my right hypothalamus, leaving me perennially thirsty and cold  That's where the long slog begins, the journey to get back to good.  After a couple years of outpatient rehab, I returned to high school; sure, only a couple of hours a day that first year, but I expanded my course load each year, thereafter; during the summer times taking entry level courses at the local community college to try to make up for lost time, until I graduated in the spring of 2000.  Better late than never.

That fall, I began matriculating at the local Southern Baptist University, which I chose for its proximity, smaller class sizes, spiritual focus, and the fact that neighbors had gone there didn't hurt either.

After changing majors once, pursuing that path for a while, I ultimately returned to my initial curricular direction general biology, I incorporated those scholastic meanderings into my social sciences minor.  Graduating in May of 2005, cum laude, I'd sooner rather than later develop that minor into a link to a master's study in graduate school.

Upon stumbling on to a brochure, lying on the kitchen table, which was addressed to my mom for the local campus of the main state college, I figured 'why not,' took initiative and contacted the enrollment adviser at the business school, Nancy Gonzalez I believe was her name but don't take that as Gospel ('twas long ago),  as to what steps I'd need to take to ameliorate the enrollment process.

She informed me of an open house that would be held soon on the campus.  My mom and I went, got the information I needed to get, and I then proceeded to get my records transferred from my college to my future graduate school. The websites were workable, even if not entirely easy to use. I just recalled all of the computer information systems classes that I took as an undergraduate, used my innate computer savvy and muddled my way through the process.  The brochure was to advertise that the campus was about to transition into an undergraduate campus to feed the main university, which would soon be strictly graduate programs; but this was my chance to get a business degree (which ever since seeing Risky Business, I've always considered to be the brass ring), close to home, and relatively inexpensively.  Can't beat that.

I thought it would behoove me to strike while the iron was hot.  With the full support of my internship director on and off breaks, I studied the material for the entrance exam, and when I thought I was ready, I scheduled and took the exam.  I did well on it, I don't remember the exact number, but it was good enough to get me in and matriculating with the SGML (ASU's School of Global Management and Leadership) class of '09.  Since I started in 2006, I was assured that my cohort was to take the bulk of our classes at the west campus. Indeed that was the case.

While in business school, my politics shifted from being a cautious Conservative Republican to a more of an easy come, easy go, life on a string, conservative Libertarian Republican, mindful that some times the worst action is inaction, to take full advantage of life's little opportunities, and there
is usually more than one way to do something.

I pursued my M.B.A. with an eye toward being a better investor; I'm using knowledge gleaned in business school to chart a better investment course going forward.  While having a plan is important, I am ever cognizant to be nimbly opportunistic. And above all, to not let the perfect be the enemy of the good.

By getting a more holistic inculcation in the various aspects of the business endeavor, I feel I can be a better, more informed investor.  Lessons learned during my business pursuits have mightily informed my political outlook. E.g., a penny saved is often better than a penny earned (no transaction, no taxation), be conservative yet also opportunistic (don't waste what is given to you, chiefly time), asking 'everybody else is doing it, so why can't I' is usually the wrong question, it's more aptly phrased (everybody else is doing it, so why SHOULD I), play to your core competencies.  If something's not your baileywick, by all means outsource it to someone who can do it cheaper, faster, or to a higher quality standard.  I feel that may just be the crux of what it means to be a Lazy Middle Class Intellectual, id est: play to your strengths, outsource the rest, where applicable.


Winds of change

So what now hoop earrings are 'cultural appropriation?'  I distinctly remember a time when imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.  I would imitate my friends, they'd reciprocate.  If it were done in mockery, then I could see the disdain and derision.  But it's not, it's merely meant to accentuate the neck.  Unless a culture grows and adapts, it dies, relegated to the dustbin of history, only to be found in high school history text books, and unless those aspects of culture are adopted by more of the moderns, they are gone with the zeitgeist.



Recently, maybe over the last few days, maybe more, maybe less, my mind has been drifting off onto an ad hoc poem, much like a mind virus.  My credo as a Lazy Middle-Class Intellectual:

Whatever works,
Whatever's better
Whatever saves,
Whatever's clever.

I think it typifies my newfound attitude (circa 2010 to now). It encompasses my laissez-faire attitude inculcated from business school, esp. FIN 502 (the investing course) and the Deming principle of kaizen (continual improvement).  Yes, I am a business school nerd; adapting a phrase my undergrad Physics professor would use: To me there are really only two things in his world, finance (Physics) and filling in coloring books (or paper folding, or scrapbooking), whatever the actual term is pretty trivial.  Wow, I suppose that's why they mean what 'they' mean when they say something is academic.  Mind blown.

I took some rhetorical licence as I am wont to do, because I only ever remember ~3/4 of what I hear, read, or see the first time; I just fill in the fringes with the copious prior knowledge, gleaned from my extensive curricular journey, 21 years in toto, excluding hospital, rehab and internship time, but including the time spent reintegrating into high school by taking non-accelerated classes and when I switched major, tried business and politics for a while, but ultimately returned to pursuing Biology, English (writing) and all the things with which she blinded Thomas Dolby. Id est, Science <>


Let's do this..

This blog is all about how things look to a man, who's not a boomer, but not a millennial, let's say he lies somewhere on the tail of the X.

If you remember Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Jane's Addiction as rock bands and not Buddhist ultimate peace and transcendence, something hippies might put on their toast and a malady you might use a twelve-step program to try and resolve, you might be a Gen-X'er.