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Abby's Second Soccer Game
April 20, 2013
Abby soccer

Today was Abby's second soccer game. Ever. She's almost 12 (her next soccer game is next week, on her birthday) and she's not played any organized team sports before this year.

The league is organized through Glenmoore Eagle Youth Association (GEYA) which offers a bunch of sports in our area, similar to LYA when I was a kid.  The league is for girls in grades 6-8, at which Abby is in the lower end.  The coaches are very friendly, and they've been very supportive of Abby and all the girls playing on her team who are not as experienced as some of the other players.

Restore Your Tray To Its Upright and Visible Positon
March 21, 2013
tray icon restore Explorer

My Windows' Explorer crashes with some regularity.  (Get all of your childish Mac and Linux comments out of the way now - I'm unlikely to ditch Windows anytime soon.)  When it comes back to life, which it does automatically, some programs in the notification tray (that thing with all the icons near the clock) don't come back with it.

It's not that those applications aren't still running, but that they were - for some reason - never told to restore their icons into the task bar.

Why Privacy Doesn't Matter
March 12, 2013
privacy Google Glass

I was driving Riley home from karate when he asked me, "What if the Earth was 150 degrees all the time?"

There are two answers to this question, and one isn't very interesting.  I went with the second, more interesting one, "If it was 150 degrees all of the time, then when life evolved on this planet, it would have evolved to survive in 150-degree weather.  ...  It probably would have looked a lot different from what you see around here today, too."

What I Care About
March 07, 2013

It has come to my attention lately that what I care about is not what you all seem to care about.  So let me first set the record straight:  I don't care about the environment/nature or health/nutrition as much as you do.

I realize that I'm leaving myself open to ridicule, but it's just a simple fact.  I don't get all riled up over new vegan restaurants.  I don't get out of bed in the morning anxious to do my part to clean up our local rivers.  I don't feel that bad about the cows that have sacrificed themselves for my mid-day burger cravings.

I Don't Panic
February 07, 2013
panic psychology behavior

This is something I mentioned to Berta last night in the midst of a different topic:  I don't panic.  There are obviously different ways people deal with adversity, and some people are prone to paralytic panic, the kind that cripples their ability to think clearly.  Some people in those adverse situations cope with the rising panic, push it down, and are able to continue in spite of that.  The thing is, I'm neither of those.  I just don't panic.

I am not touting this as a virtue, although it is often handy to be able to remain calm when everything is off the rails.  Rather, I believe I am mis-wired to simply not be panicky.  When things occur that would obviously cause panic in anyone else, I tend to completely detach.  I don't feel the panic.  I don't push it back or even recognize that it's there.  I simply don't experience it.  There is no fear, no anxiety.