Patterns…

1200px Fibonacci spiral 34 svgAll our lives are defined by patterns.

Some of us are more attuned to sensing and or seeing those patterns.

As a Software QA person, I honed that ability to a fine point.

Sometimes software demonstrates a highly repetitive defect in a very short period of time. At other times, a pattern of failure is demonstrated over a longer period of days, weeks, or months. A person like me, tends to start noticing patterns in everything around us.Fibonacci sequence nautilus shell1 Fibonacci sequence

We’re all familiar with fractal patterns whether we know it or not. The waves crashing on a beach and the water receding, the view of a hurricane from space, the form of a maple leaf.

Another pattern defined by math is the spiral of a nautilus shell. That pattern is seen in nature everywhere. A fern leaf getting ready to open, the nautilus shell, snail shells, usually demonstrate “The Golden Mean” mathematicians call it the Fibonacci sequence.

The point is, once you see the sequence, you can’t unsee it.

This is a brief view into how my head works. 

It’s not just math though. I’m not gifted with the ability to see equations like some people are. For me, doing math is actually kinda hard. But If I can see it represented in some kind of three dimensional space, I suddenly get it.

I suppose I’m more a creature of spacial equations than theoretical equations. A physicist can work out the math behind velocity, mass, gravity, and distance to tell that a monkey can leap the gap in between buildings, or from branch to branch.

cactus.jpgThe monkey, on the other hand, feels it and “knows” he’ll make the leap to the nice bit of fruit on the branch without a whiteboard. It’s instinct and spacial relationships.

People behave on the boundaries of chaos. Groups of people move and react in generally predictable ways, but when it comes down individual decisions people get very chaotic.

That being said, sometimes people are insanely, tediously predictable.

This appears to be the case with the other half’s employer. 

For the second time in 10 years a female boss appears to be drunk with power, feeling that she’s above reproach and deciding that the other half isn’t communicating.

The other half has responded by producing the emails, and text message exchanges. Instead of putting the issue to bed it’s only exacerbated the conflict. Now the boss is becoming more erratic, generating multiple changes in direction within a week, or day, not clearly communicating the changes and expecting people to read her mind.

I’ve seen this pattern before. In my own life with female bosses and in my other half’s previous female boss.

The pattern appears to be based in vengeance. It’s designed to create an overload of changes in hopes that the targeted individual or individuals will drop the ball and be demonstrably incompetent.

Incompetence equals unfit for job, which equals a termination offense. 

It’s a straight up process, and it works. All it takes is tenacity and the targeted individuals making mistakes.

The mistakes happen automatically because the boss is at the same time is usually haranguing the targets, increasing their stress and waiting for the targets to slip up, like a hungry shark in shallow water under a well greased bridge.

There are variations, of course but generally either the stress makes the target find another job, or they get fired.

One of the more common flourishes is to make sure that the target “fails” very publicly, securing the Bosses “High Ground” of righteous indignation.

It’s a similar system used by wives and mothers to “win” arguments with husbands and children. 

The only time I’ve ever beaten this system is by producing 5 different presentations and being able to give one of the five presentations to the boss at a moment’s notice. In that case the boss changed her mind 3 times in the conference room. My ability to produce whatever she wanted clearly irritated her. My “win” still cost me my job for being a smart ass.

Not to worry, she fired me, but one of her male colleagues hired me the same day. He & I worked well together for several years until the company was sold.

Essentially my experience in these situations has always been fatal. As such, I don’t fight the battle anymore. I save myself the stress and aggravation by finding another position. No win scenarios are pointless to fight.

When women are drunk on power, they’re egalitarian about how they abuse it.

Remarkably other women are less prepared to fight on equal terms than men.

For most men, it’s aggravating beyond belief (See American divorce rates). For women, it’s kinda like a double whammy. The women feel betrayed and aggravated. It makes women easier targets, because they do the wrong thing, & slip more easily off the greased bridge.

This of course makes finding new jobs more challenging. I’m not by nature a misogynist. When it comes to bosses I’ll always prefer to work for a man.

Things are just a whole lot easier.

All this is to say I’ve noted the pattern occurring with the other half, and yesterday I described my concern.

All I got from that was “I’ve noticed and thank you for your concern…”

Okay I’ve said my piece. Unfortunately, now the chips will fall where they may.

I will try not to Road Rage…

IMG_1107.jpegThat’s been my mantra for the last few years.

In Southern California that’s not an easy mantra to keep.

I’ll admit there are times when I do something on the road that’s just plain DUMB!

But those events are rare and that’s mostly due to having a plan about where I’m going and how I’m going to get there.

I do not cut across 3 lanes of traffic to exit the freeway, I’ll go to the next exit and turn around. I don’t tailgate. (Unless you come into my lane suddenly, and baby if you do that, It’s ON YOU!)

On mountain roads, I’m even more careful. Usually these are single lanes and most of the curves are blind curves. Going into a turn at 60 MPH and finding that traffic is stopped as you round the bend is a recipe for very bad things to happen. This is doubly dangerous during winter when you may have ice on the roads.

Even in summer you can round a blind curve and find a large assed rock sitting in the roadway. Guess what? You’re not going to be able to stop… Ooops!

At night in winter, when the temp is hovering around freezing, and the couple of people ahead of you are driving within the speed limit and carefully. I tend to hang back at least three or four car lengths. 

That gives me time to stop, and also means I’m not rushing someone, who for all I know isn’t familiar with the road and hasn’t driven much on snow or ice.

It’s just plain common sense.

That’s the situation I found myself in last night coming home from Big Bear. There were several cars ahead of me. They were all driving well and commensurate with the conditions and posted speed limits.

In other words, they were being responsible safe drivers and while they were moving slower than I could have been, I respected their caution. 

I downshifted and was letting the engine do the braking while generally maintaining my usual following distance.

I was the last car in the line and was actually enjoying the drive. There’s a Zen to knowing what your car will do and being with like-minded drivers. Every one of them was maintaining a good following distance and it was obvious that they were simply wanting to get down the mountain safely.

Every single one of them was using the passing lanes as intended, keeping to the right and allowing people to pass if they wished. Those folks that were passing weren’t passing to be in a hurry, it appeared to be mostly about the gearing and weight of their vehicle. They’d pass a car then settle back into the line, the only notable exception was that they weren’t on their brakes as much. We all signaled when the passing lanes ended and moved back to the left.

It was actually very pleasant. The moon was bright, the stars were pretty, the butt warmer was on, and I was relaxed.

Of course it couldn’t last… 

Another car pulls up behind me. I can tell it’s a Jeep from the headlights, and they’ve come out of nowhere. Obviously they’re in a hurry but there’s no passing lane (and won’t be for another 10 miles) and this idiot is right on my ass. 

He must’ve been able to see the line of cars in front of me and the ripple of brake lights as each of the people in front of me slowed to enter the next 25 MPH hairpin curve.

But (he or she) is fixated on the fact that there’s following distance between me and the next vehicle. Obviously, the .25 seconds that following distance represents is important. 

Sigh!

The car in front of me lights up its brake lights as the driver slows to enter the next hairpin. I likewise touch my brakes to slow and the Jeep turns on its brights.

Uh gee, thanks! Now I’m partially blinded entering a hairpin curve, (A helpful roadsign contained a drawing describing the curve.)  Partially blinded, I slow more because I can no longer see the wispy lane markers. This simple act of safety apparently enraged the driver of the Jeep.

I do my best to ignore them and concentrate on making it through the curve. As I come out of the curve the line of other drivers has come to a complete stop. I do the same and now the Jeep asshole is really pissed.

There were some rocks on the pavement which the careful drivers were picking their way through. The brights from the Jeep are annoying the car in front of me too, they’ve slowed considerably to pick their way around the obstruction.

I glance at the Nav system. 20 miles to go like this… Great!

The vehicles ahead pick up speed and I follow suit. 

I’m looking for a turnout. I’d like to get this moron off my ass, they’re way too close and every-time I brake I’m concerned that this idiot is going to plow into the back of my car. I’m no longer relaxed. In fact, I’m starting to build some road rage.

There’s no excuse for this kind of behavior, what exactly does this idiot think, that those other vehicles are an illusion? I’m thinking seriously about stopping my car and having it out with this stupid fuck. (I think to myself, “There’s no excuse for you to be itching for a throw down either.”)

I drive on.  I maintain my following distance to the next car.

I’ve got exam gloves in my pocket from my day of cleaning up after renters. I could put them on, block the road, beat the shit out of this moron, push their Jeep down the cliff to be found in spring, and leave no fingerprints… That puts a smile on my face and I realize I’m giving in to road rage.

I calm myself, step back from the abyss and keep driving. The moron behind me turns off their brights. That’s better, then the brights come on again. Grrrr!

The next turnouts are iced over and inaccessible. I keep driving.

Finally a passing lane opens up I move to the right, as does every other sensible driver. The moron passes exactly 3 cars before the lane ends. Now they’re stuck behind a UPS truck and another car. They’re not going any faster, but they’re in the debris trail the UPS truck is kicking up as they round every bend. All the rock chips must be doing a number on their paint. As they passed I could see the Jeep was blue. 

I smile…

15 miles further on, the mountain road dumps into a two lane highway, then a freeway.

We’re below 2000 ft and the temp is a balmy 40 F. I take the faster of the two lanes and I’m suddenly behind the Jeep. I’m not doing anything to annoy or harass them. I’m just there biding my time…

The two lane dumps onto the freeway and there’s indecision from the Jeep about which lane they want to be in. They’re obviously trying to decide which transition to take onto the 210. They have a choice, San Bernardino or Pasadena. I’m setting up to head toward Pasadena.

The interchange is fast approaching, I hit the button setting my car to “Sport” mode. I now have the full power of 300 HP and tighter handling and suspension of my vehicle at my command. They’re still wavering in their decision about the interchange, left, right, left, the Jeep appears to be bouncing off the lane markers.

I think they’re probably meaning to head to Pasadena. I accelerate to pace them, preventing them from making the lane change. It’s a long sweeper interchange and I’m doing 85 with ease. So is the Jeep. They accelerate and so do I. They’re signaling, ( these days, in this situation signaling is the equivalent of begging. Especially in this situation, since this driver hasn’t used a signal once down the mountain.) I don’t care – apparently neither does anyone else. Other people that the Jeep has annoyed are right on my tail.

There’s no opening and the moronic Jeep sails off toward San Bernardino They’re tapping their brakes in the fashion idiots will, when they realize they’re lost and looking for a way to turn around. I know that they can’t make any choices to even get off the freeway for 7 miles, and their best option is to go on down to the I-10 interchange 14 miles down the road.

Other people behind me toot their horns in a friendly way as we make the transition signaling our intention to merge. I gently slow to ambient freeway speed and signal to take the next to the slow lane avoiding 18 wheelers.

I notice a guy next to me with his interior light on. He’s the driver of the truck that had been in front of me when this all started. When I look over he gives me a “Thumbs-Up” sign. I nod and he’s smiling as his interior light goes off.

I’m smiling too. Maybe the Jeep driver will get lost and subsequently mugged in San Bernardino. One can only hope…

I never said I was perfect.

I only said my mantra is, “I will try not to road rage”

Besides, I wasn’t raging. I was purposefully driving to my destination.

Remember, there are other ways to exact your pound of flesh and they can be just as satisfying.

This is gonna be unpopular with some folks…

back-the-badge.jpgBUT…

How about giving a little love to your local law enforcement?

Living in the mountains and dealing with skiers and snow players, plus recently spending time in another larger mountain town, (Big Bear) I’ve seen what Law Enforcement has to put up with.

They have a very tough job and it’s dangerous to boot.

In the past 3 weeks I’ve seen Officers directing traffic in 25F weather standing in the snow to make sure that skiers and snow players get safely into and out of resorts.

I’ve seen more than one near miss where some idiot almost hit an Officer because they were in a hurry.

I’ve watched people giving Officers a rough time because the Officers were telling them to move along, you folks know you can’t park on a public road with no emergency lane to play in the snow. All the people behind you can’t get to their destination with your vehicle in the way.

Let’s not forget about the ambulance that cannot get to the accident 3 miles up the road or the skier who’s got a compound fracture and is bleeding out on the slopes.

And to you young social justice warrior hipsters, with tattoos which are not artful, or ironic, but which instead look like the tattoo “Artist” was on speed and vomited ink all over your bodies…

If a uniformed Officer walks into a coffee shop and gets waved to the counter ahead of the line. Shut the fuck up! That Officer deserves a little accommodation.

They’re working and they’re probably on a break, you know like your strictly enforced 15 minute break at your fast food job? It’s not going to kill you to wait 1 additional minute for that Officer to get a cup of coffee and leave to go back on duty.

I’ve rarely been as angry as I was the other morning when a bunch of you vile young “Social Justice” types started expressing how “Unfair” it was that the Officer was waved to the front of the line.

Cudos, to the cashier who told that bunch of self absorbed 20 somethings, “This Officer is out there insuring your safety and I’m going to serve them first so if you don’t like it, FIND ANOTHER coffee shop!” 

I’d love to see a cashier at a Starbucks do that. Then again I rarely darken the door of a Starbucks anymore, so Hell will probably freeze over first. As I’ve stated before, all I want from my coffee shop is coffee not a lesson in ultra liberal politics.

As I was standing in line waiting to get my coffee, I thought, “I wonder if it would be appropriate to swap my place in line with an Officer, or if it would be appropriate to just buy the Officer’s coffee?” I don’t know if that would be considered Bribery or just Kindness.

For the record, I left a nice tip in the bucket at that place.

Any LEO is welcome to give me an answer in comments.

As you might have gathered, I support LEO. I know there are some “bad apples” but generally speaking these people are drawn to serve the public good. A little kindness & respect toward them might go a long way in reminding them that not everyone is a criminal and that they’re appreciated.

So Back the Badge

At the same time if you see a “Bad Apple” report it. We live in a system of checks and balances. Our duty as citizens is to provide the balance.

In the category “No good deed goes unpunished…”

So my ER escapade continues.

The person that fell last Saturday evening was overly worried about their dog. 

Apparently several people have said due to the dog’s behavior, (Young, undisciplined, large, and very strong) that the dog was going to cause the person to fall and break a hip.

I didn’t know anything about this, walking into a situation as an innocent. 

The person is trying to say now (to protect the dog) that I slipped and grabbed onto them causing their fall.

Anyone that knows me, also knows that I have an almost feline grace and the odds of me falling, much less falling, first are exceedingly remote.

My friend was taking this person to the hospital and heard how the story had changed. He called me and asked me to tell him how this person fell. I related the story again to him exactly as I’d told him the first time, (it’s really easy to tell the same story again if you’re telling the truth.) When I was done, he said, “Thank You, I’ll call you back.”

When he did call me back, he told me the other persons version of the story which was completely incorrect. He also told me that he’d “Lost his Shit” on the other person because he’d noticed their story changing from moment to moment, and after my confirming my recollection of the events to him he was sure that my recollection was more accurate.

According to him, he reminded the other person that I’d gone over in the first place to make sure everything was alright. This all started because I saw a tow truck pull up to the other person’s door and had gotten out of bed, gotten dressed, and walked over to make sure that everything was okay.

He also noted that the injuries sustained were far more consistent with my recounting of the events than with theirs. The fracture was too severe to have resulted from a simple fall, there was momentum involved. 

The person had turned so that their right arm was extended toward their left hip while gripping the dog’s collar. When the dog lunged at whatever it saw at the end of the driveway it spun the person like a top. This meant that as they went down their right arm and right portion of their head smacked into the side of their car at speed.

I was also 3 feet away from them because the dog was trying to jump up on me. Meaning that even if I was slipping and falling on the ice I couldn’t have reached them.

In fact the only time I had any slipping what trying to get them out of the car was when we returned to the cabins, because they outweigh me by 50 pounds and grabbed my arm before I was set, trying to get them out of the damn car.

Even then I didn’t fall, I just barked at them to wait because we were both going to end up on the ice if they continued to pull me off balance.

My friend is right, without proper training that dog is going to cause the person severe harm.

I’m in the clear I think provided that this person doesn’t decide I have money.

Maybe the Inuit people had it right… Maybe the old and infirm should be put on ice flows and sent out to sea.

Ahhh Well, I’ll see what happens. No use worrying about it now.

Trump Impeached!

PelosiBig Deal! So What!

Trump is still The President, Mike Pence is next in line. By the time the House gins up enough to impeach Pence, it’ll be 2 years into the NEXT President’s term.

So no, Nancy Pelosi and Hillary Clinton will still NOT be President.

Trump is 3 years into a 4 year term. Given the speed with which the House & Senate act, this impeachment process could last beyond Trump’s presidency. 

America, this has all been a dog & pony show. Produced and staged for your amusement to divide the country. 

TrumpDon’t we have bigger issues?

Isn’t our expectation of Congress that they work on governing the country?

Have our expectations dropped so low, or have we become so self involved that we don’t see the fundamental failure of our politicians to do their jobs.

Have the homeless been helped?

Has our healthcare system been made affordable?

Do children in our country go to bed cold and hungry?

Have problems in our primary and secondary educational system been addressed?

Do some families of our military still rely on food stamps to make ends meet?

Does our legal system work uniformly and with equality for all of our citizens?

Do we have a good accounting of just where our tax dollars go and a balanced budget?

Have our power needs, and infrastructure repairs been addressed?

These are the very basic issues our government is supposed to address. Have they been?

Nope, not really.

Instead of our politicians addressing these fundamental issues with intellect and creativity we’ve been distracted and deluded by the “Show” in Washington. 

How much has this cost us? You know “We the People” and for what? What value did we get for that investment? We impeached a President that is 3/4 of the way through his term. Big Deal!

The one truism of any organization, including the US government, is that delay in addressing problems makes the cost increase exponentially over time.

That is what our government has done. They’ve delayed addressing the basics for nothing more than political aggrandizement. Pelosi et al. have won nothing, achieved nothing, and provided no tangible value. 

I point at Pelosi, but the truth is the Republican party is just as much to blame.

The one thing I agree with President Trump about is that the swamp in Washington needs to be drained.  All of it!

There are too many backroom deals, and too much money changing hands that is not in the interest of the American People. The kind of corruption we’re seeing now is like a cancer and it’s spreading.

Washington dc swampWE the People need to pump industrial strength bleach into our government. That is done simply by refusing to vote for the incumbents who have consistently and with, dare I say… Malice, encouraged or allowed the corruption to stand.

No Representative or Senator needs to be in office for a lifetime and we have exactly that situation.

This leads naturally to “back scratching” that shouldn’t be part of our government process.

So when you’re presented with the opportunity to vote in this next election. Vote your conscience not necessarily your party.

The people you vote for should have to earn your vote. Not with promises they’ll never fulfill but with actions, honesty, and integrity. 

In a “cancel culture” such as we now have it should be pretty easy to figure out who’s in politics because they have no other marketable skills.

If the candidate you’re considering is a lawyer who’s never won a case, or a businessman that’s never had a successful business, they’re probably not someone you should hand the reins of the country to.

Just some food for thought.