<![CDATA[A Rock In My Shoe - Blog]]>Sun, 19 Nov 2023 23:55:15 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[This is a Test]]>Sun, 07 May 2023 23:29:08 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/this-is-a-testThis is just a test, so you can ignore it. (It's been a long time since I've posted anything here, so I'm just trying to see if I still know how to do it!)]]><![CDATA[Promises, Promises]]>Thu, 23 Jul 2020 20:20:48 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/promises-promisesPicture
 Are we great again yet?


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<![CDATA[The Smartest Man in the World]]>Thu, 02 Apr 2020 20:49:29 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/the-smartest-man-in-the-world
There's an airplane with five passengers on board: Donald Trump, Boris Johnson, Pope Francis, Angela Merkel, and a 10-year-old schoolboy. The plane is about to crash and there are only 4 parachutes. Trump says: "I need one. I’m the smartest man in the world and am needed to make America great again." He takes one and jumps. Johnson says, "I’m needed to sort out Britain." He takes one and jumps. The Pope says, "I need one as the world needs the Catholic Church." He takes one and jumps. Merkel says to the 10-year old boy: "You can have the last parachute. I've lived my life, yours is only just starting." The 10-year-old replies: "Don’t worry, there are two parachutes left. The smartest man in the world took my school bag.”

[Full discloser. Found on the Internet. I didn't write the joke. But there have been numerous versions of it over the decades.]
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<![CDATA[The Stupidity Pandemic]]>Sat, 28 Mar 2020 22:16:09 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/the-stupidity-pandemic

I don’t remember much of what I supposedly learned in four years of college. It all seems like such a blur to me now, more than fifty years later. I went to a fairly decent college—the University of Missouri at Kansas City—but other than having a good time, I can’t honestly think of anything I learned there that has helped me in real life.
 
Except for one thing.
 
On the first day of my philosophy class the professor was attempting to clarify just exactly what philosophy is. With our long hair and bellbottom jeans, we were all clueless and I for one had no idea why I was in his class except that it probably best fit my social schedule. So he tried to prime the pump by asking us some questions. “Is philosophy a religion?” for example. Or is it a “way of life?” Or is it a “way of thinking?”
 
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
 
“Or is philosophy just a slogan?”—a sort of motto to live by, he asked. And then he spouted out several slogans like, “Might makes right.” And “To the victor goes the spoils.” Or, “The Devil finds things for idle hands to do.” Or, “The masses are the asses.”
 
Wait!
 
The masses are the asses? How brilliant, I thought!
 
And that is still the ONLY thing I remember today from my college philosophy class. It’s almost the only thing I remember learning at all in college.
 
The masses are the asses!
 
I’m sure glad my education didn’t cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars to learn that--as is typical today. $200,000 to learn that the masses are the asses? No wonder parents are upset and student debt is out of control.
 
But wait, we’ve got Betsy De Vos running the Department of Education! What could possibly go wrong?
 
Stupid.
 
But ever since that first day in my philosophy class that “masses are the asses” slogan comes to my mind whenever I see people doing stupid things.
 
It happened during the hopeless Vietnam War. As we used to say when I was in the U.S. Army in those days, the Army was the “unwilling led by the incompetent to do the unnecessary.” Okay, not all of my military leaders were incompetent. Many of them were indeed quite competent and compassionate. But of course, they all reported to politicians. (I am especially proud to be related to the WW2 general, Omar Bradley—The Soldiers’ General.)
 
And in more recent times there was Hurricane Katrina—“You’re doing a heck of a job here, Brownie.” Anyone remember that?
 
Stupid.
 
And even before that, what about 9/11? We had ample warning that we were going to be attacked, but apparently President Bush either ignored it or didn’t grasp its significance. And he made sure all of his Saudi friends got out of the United States before he shut down all air traffic.
 
Stupid.
 
And now we have the Coronavirus Pandemic. This is going to be perhaps the biggest challenge the world has faced in a century—for sure, in my lifetime. Personally, my wife and I (and our two little dogs) have been locked down in our apartment now for about two weeks. Yes, we can still go to the grocery store or walk around the block to get some exercise. But that’s about it. Everything else is closed.
 
But our so-called president (and his sycophants) was asleep at the wheel. And like Bush, he didn’t act when he was first warned.
 
Stupid
 
I don’t want to go off on Trump. Personally, I think he is despicable. But I’m a New Yorker and I have followed his “career” for decades—that’s a topic for another blog or rant.
 
But what really disturbs me is the way many of the “masses” are behaving during this crises. Hording toilet paper?
 
Even today I went to a drugstore to buy Tylenol for my constant back pain. Sold out—because there was an article in the news yesterday about how it is better to use acetaminophen (e.g., Tylenol) than it is to use ibuprofen (Advil, Motrin) when facing the possibility of getting the Coronavirus.
 
Come on, people. You don’t need ten boxes of Tylenol!
 
Stupid. 

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<![CDATA[Analyses, Opinions and Pundits]]>Sat, 18 Jan 2020 20:35:34 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/analyses-opinions-and-pundits
You’ve heard the term. Fake news.
 
Popularized by Donald Trump and the first few years of his presidency, he uses those two words to describe any journalistic reporting he doesn’t like. Specifically, any reporting that is critical of him. Now I’m no fan of Donald Trump, however I almost agree with him about fake news--but in a different kind of way.
 
I’ve always been a bit of a news junkie. I have The New York Times delivered to my front door on the weekends and I read it online the rest of the week. I also regularly read The Washington Post, CNN, Huffington Post, Politico, The Daily Beast, BBC, and NPR. Do you see a pattern here?
 
What I don’t read is “sponsored content.” I skip right over them because, well, they are biased and are often trying to sell you something. And sponsored content is designed to be click bait. The news organizations mentioned above need click bait in order to keep you on their websites. The longer you stay on their websites the more they can charge their advertisers.
 
But have you noticed how sponsored content is affecting the way real news is written? Take headlines, for example. Here are two from today’s The New York Times:
 
“The Secretive Company That Might End Privacy as We Know It.”
 
     Wow, secretive AND the end of privacy! How can you resist reading that? Click on it, dude.
 
“When Trump’s Thugs Turn on Him.”
 
     Thugs? Good one! Who wouldn’t want to read about thugs? Click on it and make your day.
 
But wait!

Fake news gets even better. So much of what passes for news today is simply nothing more than the opinions of pundits. By definition, pundits are supposed to be experts in a particular field and qualified to offer their opinion.

But it seems like now just about anyone can get in on the act. I enjoy reading some of these pundits. Paul Krugman, for example, only writes about economics. He is, after all, a Nobel Prize winning economist. But so many of them just write about whatever is on their mind when they wake up in the morning. I’m finding that I no longer have the time—or the inclination—to follow all these guys.

 
There are, of course, a couple of exceptions. Pundits who are funny and don't even pretend to be experts in any particular field. For me, that would mostly be Gail Collins and Maureen Dowd. I read everything they write because they are thought-provoking--and witty,

And they have rocks in their shoes.
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<![CDATA[Travel Notes]]>Sun, 03 Nov 2019 07:00:00 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/travel-notesF. Scott Fitzgerald once said, “I hate writing, but I love having written.” 
 
I can say the same thing about traveling. I hate traveling, but I love having traveled.
 
I’m at 30,000 feet right now. Just passed over Belfast, Northern Ireland a few minutes ago. On my way back to New York after a month’s long stay in Lyon, France. An hour and a half of flying and we still aren’t even out of Europe. Another six hours to go. Are we there yet? I hate this.
 
Salsa is under the seat in front of me. Sound asleep. Wish I could do that. I’m in Premium Economy. Not a bad seat—on the aisle and no one beside me—except that these seats don’t recline. Great for my tired aching back. Pam, on the other hand is in the front of the bus in First Class with Gravy. Apparently Air France only allows two dogs on each flight—one in First Class and one in Economy, but none in Business Class. And of course, happy wife, happy life. There was no discussion about who got the First Class seat.

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<![CDATA[Leaving Lyon]]>Thu, 31 Oct 2019 07:00:00 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/leaving-lyonPicture







Wow, that went by quickly!

There's an old joke about a guy who decides to become a monk so he joins a monastery where he had to take a vow of silence. The only exception to this rule is that once a year--at his "annual review"--he is allowed to say just two words.

​So at the end of his first year he is asked if he has anything to say.

"Bad food," he says.

Noted.

At the end of his second year:

"Hard bed."

At the end of his third year:

"I quit!"

"Well, we're not surprised," said his superior. "You've been complaining for three years now."

I'm not complaining--not too much. But after all, A Rock In My Shoe is about, well, rocks in your shoes. So I do have a couple of rocks. Not about "bad food," of course. Lyon is the food capital of France, if not the world. But we did have a "hard bed" and we had to go out and buy better quality pillows.

After so many trips to France (and other European countries), the one thing I must finally admit is that I'm not a fan of "old French charm." It's pretty to look at. But to live in it--no thank you. I need my modern amenities--heat that works, doors that don't stick, washing machines that have a drying cycle, etc. I'll probably write more about this when I get home, but for now I'll leave it at this.

Lyon is a lovely city. This was our fourth time visiting here in just the past five years or so. We can see ourselves living here--in a more modern building, of course.

The only thing I missed was that we didn't really make any new friends while here, as we did last year in Dijon. There are a couple of "expats groups" that I researched online before coming here. But they appeared to be mostly younger Americans who needed/wanted to be around other Americans for support. I had no interest in hanging out with Millennials at the Hard Rock Cafe or getting together to take salsa lessons. At my age, I'm now more interested in hanging out with Vietnam vets and podiatrists.

So we will have to work on the networking thing. Be that as it may, the people we did meet--like in stores and restaurants--were mostly very charming.

We did explore some neighborhoods--and I think we now have a pretty good sense of the city.

Today we are packing for our return trip home. We go by car tomorrow morning to Paris and we will stay there Friday and Saturday nights. Then fly back to New York on Sunday.

Here is a link to some pictures I took. I didn't take as many this time, but the ones I did take I think are kind of interesting:

https://www.arockinmyshoe.com/lyon-2019.html

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<![CDATA[Narcissistic Personality Disorder]]>Fri, 23 Aug 2019 15:02:34 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/narcissistic-personality-disorderFrom Wikipedia.

  • Grandiosity with expectations of superior treatment from other people
  • Fixation on fantasies of power, success, intelligence, attractiveness, etc.
  • Self-perception of being unique, superior, and associated with high-status people and institutions
  • Need for continual admiration from others
  • Sense of entitlement to special treatment and to obedience from others
  • Exploitation of others to achieve personal gain
  • Unwillingness to empathize with the feelings, wishes, and needs of other people
  • Intense envy of others, and the belief that others are equally envious of them
  • Constantly demeans, bullies and belittles others

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<![CDATA[Trump Declares He Is The Chosen One]]>Thu, 22 Aug 2019 15:32:33 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/trump-declares-he-is-the-chosen-oneI'm so relieved! Our Savior has finally revealed himself.
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<![CDATA[Witches, Whiches, and That's]]>Thu, 21 Mar 2019 07:00:00 GMThttp://arockinmyshoe.com/blog/witches-whiches-and-thatsPicture

 
President Donald Trump is constantly complaining about Robert Mueller’s investigation into his possible collusion with Russia in our 2016 election. Hardly a day now goes by when our so-called president doesn’t pout, “It’s a witch hunt! It’s a witch hunt!”
 
Well of course it’s a witch hunt, Donald. What did you think it was going to be--an angel hunt? Thirty-some people associated with getting you “elected” have already been indicted and several of them have been convicted and are now headed to the big house with the razor wire fencing. So it’s not only a witch hunt, it’s a rounding up of your entire coven.
 
I will be so glad when this is all over. But this has started me thinking about other issues--only somewhat related.
 
With so much witch hunting going on, the news reports are now coming fast and furious. I wake up in the mornings and read articles obviously written just before sunrise. And more and more I am finding typos and grammar errors—even missing words, which confuses me.
 
These mistakes may not bother most people, but as the former director of the American Management Association’s business writing curriculum, I find this trend disconcerting. Either today’s journalists are no longer being taught writing skills in J-school, or else there is just not enough time anymore for an editor to proof-read every article before it gets published.
 
But moving on, witches make me think of whiches. In other words, the word, “which.”
 
Stay with me now.
 
Like the words “farther” and “further” (frequently misused), “which” is often used when the correct word should be “that.” Let me give you an example using my two dogs:
 
Incorrect:
 
One of my dogs which needed a teeth cleaning was taken to the vet today.
 
(This implies that both dogs needed a teeth cleaning but only one of them went to the vet.)
 
Correct:
 
My dog that needed a teeth cleaning was taken to the vet today.

 
 
So how do you know which (no pun intended) to use?
 
A quick rule of thumb is to use “which” when it is basically a parenthetical phrase—i.e., not essential to the overall meaning of the sentence.
 
So the incorrect version (above) can be corrected simply by adding some punctuation:
 
One of my dogs, which needed a teeth cleaning, was taken to the vet today.
 
That brings us to “that” itself, which is so overused. I’m frequently guilty of this one. Instead of writing, “This is what I think we should do,” I often write “This is what I think that we should do.” Removing the “that” makes your writing crisper and does not change the meaning.
 
A good practice is to go back and check your writing for misused “whiches” and unnecessary “thats” before publishing or hitting the send button.
 
And THAT will help facilitate a good WITCH HUNT, WHICH will make us all feel better.

 
(Follow-up note: one could argue that dogs are people too. In which case forget about which vs. that. Now we are talking about who vs. whom. For another time.)
 


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