Archives for March 2009

Comments- I Need Your Feedback

Dear Readers,

I am always tempted to address that as “dear reader” and not readers. 😉 Anyway as you can see I have installed a new commenting system courtesy of the folks at JS-Kit and I would like to get your feedback about it.

What do you think? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Is it better or worse than the old system? I am still evaluating it and am interested in hearing what you have to say.

Thanks for your help, I appreciate it.

Wrestling With Technology- BlackBerry, Vista…

Allow me to have a Ricky Henderson moment. Today Old Jack found himself feeling rather ornery and irritated. Blame some of it on the crazy women he had to deal with, but the majority can be attributed to ‘rasslin with technology.

It started mid morning when the ‘puter decided that it wasn’t going to cooperate with me. First me internet connection (when did I decide to go pirate arrrgh!) got a bad case of the hiccups. For a while it was in and out and in and out. That is a nice place to get a burger or a fine way to spend some free time but it is not the way to surf the net.

So I did what every civilized man does and I threatened the modem, the computer, the little guy inside the computer that puts the words on the screen and the hamsters that power it all. When that didn’t work I threatened to hit Ma Bell so hard she wouldn’t touch the ground until cleveland wins a championship.

Who knew that the old broad was a sports fan because just as soon as I mentioned that the connection magically repaired itself. The dame must have realized that the land of the burning river hasn’t won anything in eons.

Of course the relief I felt was shortlived as I encountered a number of other kinks. There is nothing like knowing how much more productive you are because of technology and how much less you are because of technology.

But old Jack the ornery cuss is a stubborn and determined man who doesn’t give up and eventually I found solutions to my computer issues. They weren’t perfect, but they got me over the hump.

And then just as I really began to feel like I could relax my %$&$&%(^ BlackBerry stopped working properly. Wrestling with the freaking thing I try to send a text message out. I manage to type the number and the following letters “FU” and the freaking thing flies off into the ether. Moments later an angry shmata queen wants to know why I am cursing at her.

Queenie, you should know better. If I was to send you a nasty text it would be clear. I don’t mess around like some teenager who relies upon some screwy short hand. Speaking of that I really dislike messages like c u l8tr from adults. Don’t care if that makes me sound like a curmudgeon, I am.

Anyhoo, went to Verizon and the fine folks there appeared to have fixed my BlackBerry. It worked properly for about 30 minutes and then decided to say “FU” to me. Isn’t that just dandy.

Recent Posts

Here is a quick roundup of recent posts that have appeared here:

Keywords- How You Found Us
A Few Words From Our Sponsor
The Bicycle
Haveil Havalim #210- Locke, Hurley and Starbuck Edition
Sadat’s Widow’s Words
CNN has an interview with Anwar Sadat’s
SouthPark on the Bailout
Has Twitter Helped/Hindered Your Blog?
My Brain is Stuck In Neutral

Keywords- How You Found Us

Here is a partial list of keywords that you used to find The Shack.

  1. duggar family
  2. random thoughts
  3. What Makes a Community
  4. tweeting meaning
  5. besheret
  6. the heart wants what the heart wants
  7. stairway to heaven backwards
  8. battlestar galatica
  9. favorite song lyrics
  10. the heart wants what it wants
  12. the road not taken meaning
  13. how to come up with a blog name
  14. meaning of Darth Vader in business world
  15. passover lunch
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  18. religious voicemail greetings
  19. how to write a professional blog
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  24. songs that make you cry
  25. everyone loves jack

The Bicycle

To me the most challenging part of blogging is the aggravation I feel when the words don’t flow from my fingertips. That is because writing is something that is easy for me. It usually doesn’t require much effort for me to construct these posts. I just sit down and start typing.

And while I have often wished that I was a better writer I rarely find myself comparing my ability to another. I do what I do and most of the time that suffices. Parenting is a different story altogether.

I think that I am a good father. My children are happy and well adjusted, but it is hard not to second guess decisions. It is hard not to wonder about some things. It is hard not to look at my own childhood and feel badly that my children don’t have everything that I had.

Let me clarify what I mean by that. From a number of perspectives they have far more than my siblings and I ever did. They have plenty of toys and have had many experiences that I didn’t get to participate in. But there are some significant things that they don’t have.

I grew up in a world in which we played outside without supervision. I grew up in a world in which we rode our bikes anywhere and everywhere. I have memories of our mothers coming outside to call us in for dinner. If I close my eyes I can hear their voices and hear us yelling back that we’d come home soon.

My kids don’t have that. We live in a safe neighborhood but it is a time when parents don’t parent the way ours did. It is a time of fear and uncertainty. You just don’t see elementary school age children walking to school, not the way that we did. And that makes me sad.

When they get a bit older they’ll be able to do it. When they get a bit older it will be easier to let them go do some of these things on their own. So it is not as if it won’t ever happen, it is just going to take a bit longer for them to do this than it did for us.

So while the world may have progressed well beyond where it was when I was a child this is one area that it has not and that really is too bad. It is a big loss. And that is part of why I sometimes find myself thinking hard about moving to a place where they can have that, but where that is I am not really sure.