It’s easy to put up a front.
It’s harder to bare your soul.
We like to appear competent, knowledgeable, accepting, loving and kind (or most of us do). And we are those things, to some degree or another.
But we can’t be everything that everyone needs.
There’s a spectrum between hiding our weaknesses to revealing inappropriate levels of personal frailties. We must learn when and where to reveal our true selves.
Where am I going with this? I’m not sure. I don’t have any deep secrets to reveal to whoever can read this. But one‐on‐one, I’ll be trying to stretch my boundaries by going deeper.
Jay and I went for a test drive in a 1967 MG Midget. He was the driver, as his 2001 Toyota Corolla burns a quart of oil for every two tanks of gas and it’s nearing time for a replacement.
We both were surprised at how small the car is — and at how 30 mph seemed like 70 mph.
Alas, a much newer car can be had for the same money — and one that wouldn’t need $500 worth of work to be road‐legal.
But what a piece of history!
The intricate wire wheels aren’t available on any new car, regardless of price. The engine was so simple that it wouldn’t take an engineering degree to change the spark plugs. And what joy to drive a car that no‐one else drives!
It was a marriage not meant to be. When the quick honeymoon ended, the heartaches would begin.
Epilogue: In a recent issue of Autoweek, a 1967 Datsun Roadster — a direct competitor — sold for ten times what the MG was going for.
Some praise the idea of increased rules. Others tout the benefits of self‐regulation.
I argue for somewhere in the middle.
I am old enough to remember cities before the era of car emissions laws… a brown layer of thick haze covered the skyline on most days.
Today, new passenger vehicles are 98–99% cleaner in what comes out of tailpipes compared to vehicles from the 1960s (source). That change would not have happened without government regulation.
At the other end of the spectrum lies the ridiculous state of health care in the USA. Because of government regulations (and also private litigation), it takes months to pay a single doctor’s bill. And it’s nearly impossible to find out the real cost of a simple procedure because of added complications from the insurance industry.
Why does government involvement in one area yield good results in one area and bad results in another? I’m not sure.
One end of the spectrum says groups have no wisdom. The other end says the individual has no wisdom.
Both are incorrect. Groups and individuals have wisdom — some of the time. And some individuals have no wisdom, just as some groups have no wisdom.
My brother and one of my sisters are pretty much the only people who write physical letters to me.
My mom used to, but she passed away almost nine years ago.
I challenge you to write to me. Just one letter or postcard.
If you leave a comment on this blog post, I’ll see your email address* and contact you for your snailmail address. I’ll send you a letter or postcard, and you can write back.
No strings, no obligations.
Why? It’s fun to get a hand‐addressed hand‐written letter in the mail.
* No one else will see your email address.
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We know so little about the people around us.
Even though I live with my wife and daughter, I realized that I know so little about their day‐to‐day lives.
Rachel is a junior in high school. I am not sitting in class with her, listening to teachers talk about math concepts that I have forgotten a long time ago. I am not in the school cafeteria during her 15‐minute lunch with friends. I’m not in her Bible study when her girlfriends open up about life struggles.
Heather works in an office about 5 minutes from me. But I’ve only visited her office once. I hear tales of the joys and challenges that each day brings, but I’m not in the room when she discusses the latest design challenge of the big project that she’s tackling. I’m not at the chili cookoff with her colleagues.
My two sons, Jay and Ben, have rich and full lives too. And so does everyone I work with, hang out with and know from the past chapters of life.
My challenge to myself is to ask those around me a question that will uncover something I don’t know already. (And there’s a lot.)
I came across a brand called (ironically) Brandless. Their Facebook ad was effective enough that I clicked through.
The Brandless product that caught my attention the most? Toilet paper made from bamboo fiber!
Bamboo grows at a rate of up to 36 inches (91 centimeters) in 24 hours (source).
Think about it — a regular tree takes way longer to grow. If we converted all our forests dedicated to producing toilet paper into bamboo forests, we’d use up a lot fewer resources. Think: reforestation in a much shorter time period.
The amazing thing is that the price of this Brandless product is just $3 for 6 rolls. True, there may be just 12 sheets per roll, but it’s worth a try.
I haven’t signed on the dotted line yet — but I’m seriously considering giving this one a go.
Footnote: I took this photo of toilet paper at my local Whole Foods. Surprisingly, they do not sell bamboo toilet paper.
When we go out to eat, my wife’s choices are limited… she has gluten sensitivity challenges.
If a restaurant has gluten‐free options, there are few. And they may not be marked as such.
We also get to pay double for the pleasure of knowing that the half‐size pizza does not contain heavily‐processed wheat flour.
Living in Clarendon, Texas (population 1,857) would cause even more limitations for someone with gluten issues.
Vegan? I won’t even go into that realm, but you see that the same issues apply. (There is no Ruth’s Chris Tofu House.)
Live with a wheelchair? There are not many off‐the‐shelf choices in the Ferrari line that will allow you to drive.
Is there a solution?
One might be for a Clarendon resident to move to the big city.
The big city resident might move closer to a Whole Foods supermarket and adjust their budget accordingly.
But basically, it’s just not fair if you fall outside the mainstream.
I spilled tea on my trackpad. Then it started acting weird.
Dilemma: call my 2011 computer a loss and get a new one or have the old one fixed?
Fixing the old computer won the day.
$200 later, and it works just as good as new.
I love my old MacBook Pro. Years ago, I upgraded the memory and hard drive, and it still works fine. It’s fast enough for just about everything, and it even has a built‐in CD‐DVD drive, which comes in handy every once in a while. (I even used that earlier today!)
Kudos to Mac Outlet for the fine job.