Your God, My God…Good God!

Good Morning,

This week son Michael posted a photo he took of the Texas Sky.  I found it not only beautiful in its colors and composition, but it also had that quality I refer to as “God Light”.   I’m pretty sure we all, or at least most of us, have seen similar moments where the circumstances are just right and rays of sunlight, for just an instant, pierce through the clouds as if Gods countenance is shining down upon us.  I tend to take them in with some reverence.

I think it is in our nature to want it to be that way.  That we want a higher power to be there for us in our times of need, provide direction and help us sort order out of chaos in our daily foraging through this life.  Since the beginning of intelligent man, we have had our God(s) in some form or another.  It seems we have always needed them to explain the unexplainable and place our faith in acceptance of the things we cannot control or comprehend.

Some cultures have had, and still do today, many Gods to handle the responsibilities of the world around us.  The Greeks had twelve Gods and Goddesses (The Olympians) but the number of smaller ones seemed endless.  Hinduism had thirty-three (deities), eventually which expanded to 330 million, where virtually everything has God in it.

If I recall correctly many of the American Indian cultures believed that there were spirits in just about everything around us.  In that belief, you would at least respect the world around you.  Something many of our cultures today could us a bit more of I suspect.

So the majority of God based religions today appear to embrace the “One God” (Monotheism) belief even though we are still killing each other over who’s God is the “Right One”.  Now that is something I have a hard time getting my arms around.  If most of us agree that there is only One God, (Jews, Muslims, Christians) wouldn’t you think that would be the end of it?  Logically would it not have to be the same God, maybe with just a different name?

If you kill me in the name of your God, am I martyred because I believed in my God and died with that belief?  If you die while killing me, are you martyred because I didn’t believe in your God?  If I don’t believe in your God, does that mean that your God doesn’t exist and if you don’t believe in mine, does that mean that mine doesn’t exist?  Or…are we both wrong and we should be Hindu?  I’m just sayin’.

Personally, I believe that everyone should believe in something and a higher power can be a good thing as it provides reason and answers for the unexplainable.  As humans we need that in our lives when so many things are unpredictable.

What I do not believe is that we have to kill each other to strengthen our own philosophies.  Are we that unsure about them, that we have to eliminate anyone that disagrees with us, just to prove we are right?  Why cannot we let God sort that out after we die of our own natural causes?  Anyway, that is the way I see it.

I have been around long enough to realize that there are a multitude of things I do not understand and probably do not possess the ability to ever comprehend.  It only takes a five-minute gaze up into the night sky for me to realize that.

So what do I believe?  I believe there is one God for all; that we should respect all living things, as we respect ourselves and that I’m not going to kill you, if you do not agree with me.  It really should be simple; if there is indeed a God… then there is a spirit world, so then I must have a soul.  How it is dealt with in the end, well… we all know that is up to the individual interpretation of the ages.  Why make it more complicated unless your goal is to control me?

Love, Dad

Footnote:  I know that some of you are very religious and hold strong to your beliefs.  I, in no way wish to change that, nor suggest or cajole you to where you would see things from my perspective.  These are my thoughts alone, things that I deal with and what I have chosen to share.  I am still searching, as you may have guessed and will undoubtedly continue this quest until I leave this world of tears.

Photo of Texas Sky by: Michael Long

Photo of God Light:  It is all over the web and I have no idea who took it.

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Resilience

Good Morning,  “Resilience”

Recent events earlier this month in Japan with the huge 9.0 earthquake and devastating Tsunami that followed, gave me pause to consider the resilience of people and the events in my own life the last couple of years.

I suppose when difficult times come around, and they always will at some time in our lives, it really comes down to how we react at that moment.  Do we curl up in the prenatal position and let the moment sweep us away, or do we bend like a willow against the storm so when it passes we can right ourselves and start putting the pieces of our life back together again?  Resilience is considered by most a process and not a personality trait, per se, yet I cannot help think that there has to be some other influences at work like culture, social norms and spiritual espousal.

Of course, our attitude has a lot to do with how we respond as well.  I had a cousin, that when she found out she had pancreatic cancer, gave up and in a very short time left this world, while another with a better attitude, lived longer and accomplished putting their life in order before departing.  Ok, so they both died, which we all will eventually anyway, but my point here is, the second cousin showed resilience to the initial diagnosis, chose treatment and in the process did something creative with the precious time left.  Randy Pausch comes to mind and how he made a difference in others and his remaining time here with his “Last Lecture”.

I know the tens of thousands in Japan that died that day didn’t have a choice or chance to be resilient and that task was left up to family, friends and the rest of the populous to cope and rebuild.  It will take time and great effort, but I am confident that the Japanese people will get it back together as they have before.  I have great respect for their tacit approach and pride in both their country, culture and quality of their character.  I suppose it is easier to see that in countries that are not as diverse culturally as the United States of America.  Granted, we briefly come together in times of adversity, but I see it as a different motivation, not as altruistic in our efforts, but more like humanitarians.  Maybe because too many of us are hung up on being (fill-in-the-blank)-Americans, rather than just “Americans”, which tends to keep us separated from one another and busy defending and maintaining our root culture.  I might save that discussion for another time.

The events in my life of the last two years have changed a number of my perspectives.  The resilience process I have gone through has caused me to evaluate a number of things I had not given much thought to in the past:

  • How I personally define real friendship or just casual acquaintances and what are the differences.
  • The real value of my time when it comes to using my abilities for monetary gain.
  • How I chose to use my time here and avoiding those who waste it.
  • Recognizing those who just want to use me for their own gain and learning to say no.  See “No More Free“.
  • Needs versus desires, when it comes to spending money.
  • Finally, the importance of spouse, family and relationships in my life.

The resilience process will produce a number of results in people.

  • There will be a psychological hardening to future occurrences of the same nature, lessoning the emotional impact.
  • There will be a change in our preparedness and steps of prevention taken.
  • There will be a change in values and what is considered really important.

Are we better because of adversity?  I think we can be, for to really appreciate what we do have, we need to experience not having or just about losing it.

Make lemonade.

Love, Dad

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No More “Free”

Good Morning,Free-Not

After reading a friends post (Alicia Arenas) this morning on “How to stop doing things for free”.  I began to think about what she said and how it applies so many times in our business.

Cover of BookAfter doing my “strengths” (Now, Discover Your Strengths), I discovered that my greatest strength is “empathy”.  I relate to other people easily and can feel for their need much like it was my own.  Now… I do not consider that a bad thing per se, but being a self-employed entrepreneurial type, it can pose a plethora of problems.

When a client comes to me with a problem, I tend to jump right in and want to fix it, before discussing or establishing a business arrangement for compensation.  That becomes a problem, as too quickly there is a solution for the client.  Then getting paid for resolving their problem after the fact is not a good bargaining position.  While I am flattered that they ask for my opinion or solution, I forget that this is business.  I have done it too many times.

I am also seeing more “former” clients calling to “Pick My Brain” without any intention to compensate me for my time or knowledge.  They get honest answers and most of the time, good solutions.  The numbers seem to be growing by the day.  I realize there will always be those individuals out there that are just out for their own interest.  That goes back to Cain and Abel and isn’t something I can change, but what I can change is my attitude toward this situation.

From the time I was fifteen I have been fixing things for money.  The range of technologies I have worked on is vast and when needed I have sought expanded education through technical and night schools.  I have now been doing it for over 50 years.  It is one of my strengths/gifts to understand how many different things work, along with an un-placatable appetite to learn about more.  Therein lies the rub, for just because I find it easier than most to do this, does not mean that it is of lesser value.

Each one of us is unique in the entire world and has their strengths.  For some, understanding finance comes naturally, but for me you will get the “Deer in the headlights” look when the conversation exceeds one minute.  Others have an artistic flair as their gift and can see art in the most unusual ways.  Some can play an instrument with ease, while others, like myself, have no rhythm and are residual to just enjoy the music.

Most entrepreneurs tend to start a business doing the things they enjoy and for which they have a talent. (See E-Myth)  When something comes easy, it also becomes difficult to apply an appropriate market value for the person doing the work.  Too many times the product is undervalued and in-turn under compensated.  It becomes essential to know the market and remove emotion from the equation.  Only then, can one be compensated properly.  Easier said than done when you are the one having to do it.  That is where outside opinion brings value.

I love fixing things and probably will continue as long as I am around in some fashion or another.  I also find great personal satisfaction in helping family and friends with things that I can still do.  It is part of the close knit community we create around us.  In this community of family and friends we help each other, as there is tacit reciprocity that exist in the relationship.  Compensation then comes in the form of knowing you have benefited and helped someone who would return the favor without question and that they appreciate your effort.

Clients and/or customers are more of a one-way arrangement and compensation should be fair and monetary, or at least barter and each exchange remain independent of the next.  Most of my clients are this way.  It is when “esoteric stings are attached” that it gets pushed into “usury” of the transaction, much like absorbent interest on a loan where the lender is trying to extract more out of the transaction than was originally agreed.  That is when the “No” must come, for it should be evident at that point that the client’s only interest is for themselves and has little or no regard or value for yours, other than to get an unequal advantage.

I resolve to work on my “No” in those situations and to appreciate more the “Value” that I can bring to my clients.

Love, Dad

Images: The “Not Free”, I copied from Alicia’s Site.

Link: “No You May Not Pick My Brain” by Sheila Scarborough.

Now Discover Your Strengths by authors: Marcus Buckingham & Donald O. Clifton, Ph.D.

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The Dream Café

Good Morning,The Dream Cafe Logo

This morning while enjoying the first cup of coffee and replying to a comment on last week’s blog post, Greg Brown came on XM Radio’s, Coffee House with “The Dream Café”. I liked this song from the first time I heard it. Maybe it was the meter or just the nuance in Greg’s voice that attracted me to the song.

Each time I hear it, I think of my own “Dream Café”, that I might only visit while I am in the “Land of Nod”.

I have posted the lyrics here.

“Dream Cafe” by Greg Brown

  • You were the woman in the blue mask, standin there beside your dress.
  • All the things I wanted from you, I never could express.
  • I thought I saw you once in Munich, but you slipped away.
  • I’m in the corner with the coffee at The Dream Cafe.
  • For once I didn’t say anything stupid–my lover never once looked bored.
  • And soldiers come in smeared with lipstick, like the last day of war.
  • The band divided up the money, but the drummer could not stay.
  • He said he’s gonna meet us later, at The Dream Cafe.
  • When you turned from the window, in your worn out slip,
  • put your eyes to my fingers, while the ceiling dripped,
  • I just could not leave you; I heard a motorcycle pull away.
  • Yes, I’ll meet you after midnight, at The Dream Cafe.
  • There’s flowers now on Linn Street, and the new moon just above.
  • They tore down all the houses, where we used to make love.
  • But, they’d been long abandoned, when we went there, anyway.
  • And I can still smell the lilacs, in the corner of The Dream Cafe.
  • We we’ve only been fighting ten years–do you really have to go?
  • Couldn’t you reconsider, and do it real, real slow?
  • I like living with you–I don’t care what you say.
  • I don’t care who you meet, at The Dream Cafe.
  • Your eyes roll back to midnight–lost in a fantasy.
  • I heard you cry out someone’s name, and baby it was me.
  • But later as we’re walkin’, you seemed so far away.
  • Am I the man you thought you met, at The Dream Cafe?
  • I’ve come down with a sickness–I thought you were the cure.
  • But passion seems to promise more, than friendship can endure.
  • You spelled it out in black and white–my eyes saw shades of gray,
  • and, so I sit alone tonight, at The Dream Cafe.
  • Heat lightning in the mirror, and the thunder cries out loud.
  • I can be to you–you could be to me, just another face in the crowd.
  • The plane don’t leave ’til midnight–come with me today.
  • They’ll be plenty of time to be alone, at The Dream Cafe.

After reading them, I enjoy the song that much better and not so much that I relate to his “Dream Café”, but that I realized; we all must have ourDreamscape own “Dream Café” where only we can go.

I believe there is another life that lives inside of us all and can only be seen within the visions of our imagination. It is this vision that appears when we close our eyes then drifting… let go of this world and enter a realm of fantasy.

Who do you meet in your Dream Café?

Love, Dad

The Lyrics for Greg Brown‘s Dream Cafe, I got from here.

The Dream Cafe Logo I used is from the Dream Cafe Restaurant web site.  I thought it was a perfect fit.  Please visit their site or even better, the cafe in Dallas or Addison, TX when you can.

The Dreamscape Image is by Tyson Mangelsdorf.

BTW: None of these links are affiliate sponsored.

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Nightmares & Bad Dreams

Good Morning,

Every child and a few adults I know, including myself have had “Nightmares” or otherwise called “Bad Dreams”, at one time or another. With adults, I would think they would be more prevalent at times of stress or brought on by a traumatic real life experience, relived again in the Land of Nod. Children seem to have them more frequently, which could be because of the separation of reality and understanding of the things around us has not evolved to a point greater than the imagination can conjure. After all, as a child, we are prone to believe in many things fantasy and mystical. Unicorns, Fairies, Easter Bunny and Santa Claus just to name a few and that’s not to mention the plethora of new characters constantly being created by the marketing machines that target the young. I see it as all part of the precious innocence we are loaned before “Adultitus” sets in.

As a child, I had a couple reoccurring bad dreams. One that just seemed to stick around for years well into my adolescence and with very little variation would replay and rear its head much like someone peeking in your window when you least expected it. This particular dream involved a deep cavern with long narrow stone stairs without a railing that descended into the darkness below. For some reason still not understood, I would start walking down the stairs and at the edge of the void of darkness where the light faded from the open door above, coming up the stairs were these strange characters, long arms and legs, quite unique and huge in stature, mumbling something I did not understand, but it was obvious they were angry and intent on catching me. Scared to the point of being immobile, I would have to struggle to get back up the stairs with them closing in behind and shut the door at the top of the stairs behind me. While holding the door closed with all my might, they would be pushing against it and pounding. At that point, I would wake up in a panic.

I had not thought about that dream for many, many years until last night, while watching a PBS Nature special on Clever Monkeys. Quite unexpectedly, it came back, not the dream so much, but those strange characters. The program had a large variety of monkeys from all around the world, but the one that was the “trigger” for me was the Proboscis Monkey. The face of that monkey was so close to the image in my dream that I figured there must be a connection.

Well, thanks to Google, I searched images of characters that looked like the Proboscis Monkey and found “Alice the Goon”. Bingo! There it was, and the epiphany…I was being chased in my dream by “Alice the Goon” and not the softened- up one either or at least a hundred or two of her cousins that lived in that dark cavern. Well, that only took me about 60 years to discover.

Alice the Goon was introduced by E. C. Segar in 1933 as a character in the Thimble Theater comic strip, Plunder Island. Admittedly, a bit before my time, but somehow the impression was registered in my mind and stuck, only to be featured in my own theater of the unconscious while I wandered through my own Land of Nod in my impressive youth. Fortunately, Alice and her cousins haven’t visited me for quite some time and maybe now that I know their secret, they will remain as part of my past.

As far as analyzing the dream…I suspect it could have been a variation of the impressions of Hell and where I was going to go if I wasn’t a “good boy”.  Religion was used as a form of manipulation to keep me on the “strait and narrow” as a child.  No pressure there.   Nothing against my parents as I know we do what we know when it comes to that kind of thing.

Whatever it was, the very fact that I haven’t had the dream for years, I will consider a good thing. Must be my clean living.

So, how about leaving some feedback on your special “Bad Dream” as a child.  I’m pretty sure everyone has had them.

Love, Dad

Images:

  • The Scream by Edvard Munch in 1893
  • The Proboscis Monkey Photo, I got from here.  Could not find out who the owner was.
  • Alice the Goon Image came from here.
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Valentine’s Day Ideas

January 16, 2011

Good Morning,

Well in less than a month it will be Saint Valentines Day again and couples all over the country will be scrambling to find just the right gift or expression of love and affection for their soulmate.  To some it is obligatory and imposed on us by a society propelled by capitalistic enterprise bent on wringing every last penny out of every conceivable holiday, while other lovers, and I am referring to the “dyed-in-the-wool” romantics, can barely wait for the occasion to express their forever love and commitment.

Real “Romantics” are that way you know, for they will look for just about any occasion to make it special.  It is after all, the Romantics that put “feeling” into physical expression.  I believe we need that and while the people that struggle with showing their emotion, may openly “Poo Poo” the endeavors, I cannot help thinking that somewhere deep inside, there is a yearning to experience the same feelings.  I believe it is just human nature to be needed and loved.  Granted that need may be suppressed by negative influences from childhood, but do they ever really go away completely?  While it isn’t proof by any means, the story line is applicable in the movie “Despicable Me”.  Let the kid out and watch it all the way through.

So, for those caught in between the extremes and looking for some ideas, I have a few.  Some I have used myself and others admittedly gleaned from the wide world of the net.  So, for what it is worth, here goes.

  1. At the most elementary level there is the Greeting Card both hard copy and e-card to express your love and affection for your mate.  While almost expected, thanks to Hallmark and American Greetings, there can be variations like the personal “Love Letter” (not for the timid) instead of just a card.  The “Love Letter” can say so much more that a card can, if you are able to let go and expose your true feelings.  Not as easy as it sounds for some.
  2. You can kick the greeting card up a notch by using a little trick I found out about many years ago and have actually done myself.  Not as much as I wished, but still, I have a few times.  Loveland Colorado has jumped into the occasion with both feet and will re-mail your valentine card postmarked with a valentine wish.  Just send your valentine card stamped and addressed inside another envelope to the Postmaster, Valentine Re-mailing, 446 E 29th Street, Loveland CO  80538.  Now be sure to put enough postage on the card and make sure it gets there no later than the 9th of February for re-mail in the states.  It is a nice touch and shows that you have thought ahead (Extra Points).  Admittedly, this is a stretch for a lot of guys and the proverbial procrastinator.
  3. There are a number of companies out there that can produce Romantic Printables.  These are things like certificates for just about anything you can think of.  Now if you are somewhat talented, creative and adept at even a word processing program, a certificate for “Breakfast in Bed”, “Romantic Dinner for Two” (prepared by you), “Foot Massage” or even a “Fully Body Massage”, which could be fun for both.  There is even a company that can help you create a “Love Book” to express your affection.  Anyway use your imagination and create something fun and unique to your mate.
  4. There is the “Love Bear” and no I’m not talking about your unshaven hubby that you would love to have “waxed” in the“spa way”, but instead that overstuffed and cuddly Teddy Bear usually holding a Valentine Heart, complete with a puppy look and expressing agape love in a most childlike way with all of the innocence of a two year old.  That one…and you can find them around this time as prevalent as Santas at Christmas.  Warning, nothing is so sad as finding your “Love Bear” tucked away in a storage container a few years from now.
  5. Chocolates.  Of course chocolates!  What else can release the plethora of endorphins in a woman better than chocolates, well except for maybe a Mercedes, but chocolates are much more affordable.  Strawberries dipped in chocolate, chocolate roses in a box, assorted chocolates in a heart box, chocolate bears and god only knows what else can be contrived.  They should still be accompanied with a greeting of some sort.  I think Emily Post told me that…maybe not.
  6. If you have a few extra bucks, plan an evening in a local hotel.  Many offer Valentines Day Packages or maybe put one together yourself.  There is something inherently romantic just getting away from the house for the night.  The Hermosa Inn in Phoenix and dinner at Lon’s can make for a memorable evening.  However, I could have done without the “Esteban” CD that was playing in the room, so you may want to bring your own music.  Maybe a custom CD you have made for the occasion or playlist on your IPOD.  A variation for the more adventuress to this could be Chinese Takeout and an evening in a “Seedy Motel”.  There is just something about that experience that can be erotic and hint of an illicit affair.  The upside is that you won’t have to worry about your mate popping through the door at a most uncompromising time, which could be a real downer, unless of course they are into ménage à trios, but I think that can be pretty rare.
  7. If you want to stay at home and love to cook, how about the both of you cooking a special dinner together, without the kids of course.  It can be fun and playful at the same time.  Be sure to have music, candles, a favorite beverage and a special dessert even if you have to buy it.   A heart shaped strawberry shortcake comes to mind.  Leave the dishes for tomorrow and just enjoy the moment.
  8. Finally, whether it is at home or at a hotel/motel, costume dress up can be fun.  Probably not for everyone, but for those that enjoy it, like to fantasize and can embrace their alter egos, if even for a little while, it is an opportunity that can somewhat legitimize the activity.  The French Upstairs Maid has always been one of my favorites, but that is just me (not sure where that came from).  While researching my letter I did come across some Heart Shaped Satin Pasties , which could be pretty special on the right person.  I do not think they would look that good on me however.  Anyway it doesn’t take much to discover there is a whole market out there in costumes for the occasion or any occasion for that matter.

Well that should about sum it up for ideas.  I know…there are lots more, like walks along the beach, just gazing at the stars together, faking a blind date or pickup, heart shaped pizzas and the list goes on to the point of ad nauseum.  I suppose the important thing here is to truthfully express your feelings of love and appreciation to your mate.  If those don’t exist, well then at least “fake it” with a card, so they don’t feel too bad.  After all, you are both in this together.

But whatever you come up with…Have Fun!

Love, Dad

Images:

Esoteric Image: Heart Shaped Satin Pasties from stylehive.com (Just couldn’t tastefully post the image)

You will find some of these ideas and many more at: poemofquotes.comromantictips.com and squiddo.com

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Rolling Ball Clock w/Strike

Good Morning,

It was January 1981 and we were living in Centerville, Ohio while I was attending the NCR Technical Center in Miamisburg.  Our stay would be for six months and if you are familiar with Ohio weather, much of it inside during the winter months.  It was during this time that I built this rolling ball clock in the many hours of “”spare” time on my hands.

I had seen a plastic Rolling Ball Clock a few years prior at a gift shop and the principle inspired me to expound on the concept.  I knew it would have to be made of metal, strike the hour and be interesting to watch.  This kind of kinetic art should be entertaining as well.

Having built a ball clock ten years before and soldered it together with tin/lead just to watch it slowly fall apart from joints fatigued by vibration, I knew it had to be built with bronze rod and silver solder joints to last.  Lessons learned.

The first thing to figure out was how to raise the balls in a way that I could control the speed since a ball needed to be released to the track each minute.  I found a synchronous motor at a surplus store (Mendelson’s) in Dayton that turned 3 revolutions per minute; this was just slow enough to work with.  The motor is the kind used in time clocks and runs at a very accurate speed because it keys in on the 60-cycle line power we have in our homes.  The motor is mounted midway between two larger wheels and has a smaller wheel, which transitions the ball between the two.  The large wheels have only six pegs so that with three revolutions of the motor they move a half revolution.  The wheel attached directly to the motor shaft has one long eccentric shaped arm that works with the pegs on both large wheels.  The shape of the arm is designed to minimize the drag on the motor and provide a smooth movement to the larger wheels.  All three wheels have a “U” shaped extension to cup and carry one ball through a half cycle.  Balls are picked up from the lower track by the large lower wheel, carried to an upper track at the top of that wheel released in time to be picked up by the intermediate wheel and deposited on a track at the bottom of the upper large wheel.  The ball is then picked up by the upper large wheel and carried to the top of the clock where it is released onto the top track.  There are always three balls in transition on their way to the top of the clock in a slow progression.  The lower wheel also operates an arm that separates and releases one ball at a time from the lower track to be picked up by the wheel.  This keeps extra strain off of the motor and a consistent pressure to lift the balls.  Extra strain could slow the motor, change the timing and cause unneeded wear on the motor.  The motor has been running now for 29 years so it must be working.

The time racking follows the same principles and most rolling ball clocks.  There are three racks, one for the minutes, tens of minutes and hours.  The current time can be determined by counting the balls in each rack.  So for say 3:45 AM or PM you would see three balls in the lowest “Hour” rack, four balls in the middle “Tens” rack and five balls in the “Minutes” rack.  Unlike the plastic version, this clock does not have numbers on the racks to tell you the number of balls in each.  You just have to count them yourself if you want to know the time.  Old school.

The balls in the time racks progressive accumulate until they reach a tipping point on each rack much like a teeter-totter.  The last ball that tips the rack is kept aside from the rest and when the rack tips, it follows another track to add to the rack below.  The rest of the balls follow an exit path to the bottom to be picked up once again by the lift wheels.  The “Big Dump” occurs at 1:00 when the racks are full with 9 balls in the minutes rack, 5 balls in the tens rack and 12 balls in the hour rack.  The next ball tips the minutes rack which sends a ball to the tens rack causing it to tip.  When the tens rack tips, it sends a ball to the hour rack causing it to tip.  There is a cacophony of sounds as the all the balls find their way to the bottom of the clock.  The hour’s rack is unique to the others as there is one ball that is always retained in the rack so that the time indication for 1:00 will be shown with one ball.  The captive ball at the right side of each rack is used to change the center of gravity for the rack to allow all of the balls to exit the rack before tipping back.  Without this only some of the balls would dump leaving others still on the rack.

So in it’s basic form, this is the typical rolling ball clock.  The difference here is that this clock also strikes the full hour.  That became the real challenge of the project.  First, how to track the hours and second, how to deal with all the balls as they are used at various hours of the day.  There ended up being 63 balls required supplying the needs of the clock and that was too many for the bottom rail to support at one time.  It was necessary to create two areas on the track to hold balls until they were needed.  The reservoirs so to speak were filled when the 1 o’clock ball tipped the hour rack and the accumulator section of the striker mechanism emptied ending up with 10 balls in one and 12 in the other.  Sensing levers down by the lower wheel feel for balls and when they are not there, more are released from above.

When the clock reaches the full hour besides adding one ball to the hour rack, the other 5 balls from the tens rack roll into a segment that allows only one ball at a time to pass, until they have all gone through.  The balls roll down to another rack that tips when the fifth ball reaches it.  The fifth ball then goes into the striker accumulator section to add one hour.  The four remaining balls will exit and provide power to the selector for the hour.  The four balls move a selector arm that is stopped by the balls in the accumulator section and as they continue to travel they cause a wedge to be driven between the same number of balls on the front rack matching the hour.  The wedge allows only those balls to be released at the end of the cycle.  At the end of the selector arm travel it contacts a small lever that releases the correct number of balls into a lower track feeding the striker segment.  The striker segment only allows one ball at a time to go through.  The weight of the ball causes the segment to rock and the hammer at the other end of the segment falls on the old cash register bell when the ball is released.  This continues until all of the balls have passed through the striker segment.

Ten minutes later when the minutes rack tips, the nine balls while finding their way back to the lower rack will be directed to reset the hour selector.  Ten minutes later the nine balls from the 20-minute dump will be directed to refill the front rack of the striker mechanism.  Every time after that the dumped balls will keep the striker rack full and any excess will roll to the bottom to be picked up again.

Like with anything of this nature, there were many things to consider.  Wear and tear, harmonics of the falling balls causing vibrations, serviceability.  The clock has been running for 29 years now and shows no signs of stopping.  It does require cleaning and oiling periodically since it is out in the open and can pick up dust.  It can also be completely disassembled and fixed is necessary.

Here is a video of the clock on Youtube that Michael helped me make: Rolling Ball Clock by Jon L. Long Sr.

So there you have it.  Feel free to ask questions about how things are done.  Will I build another?  I hope so, but it will not look like this one.

Jon Sr.

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Thanksgiving 2010

Good Morning,

The big meal was three days ago and the remnants of it still remain as refrigerator storage containers of turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, yams, ambrosia salad, cranberries and a plethora of other food dishes, enough to have the meal all over again.  Then of course there are the desserts waiting in the wings, like pumpkin chiffon pie, sour cream raisin pie, Oreo balls and the granddaddy of them all “The Cherpumple” cake, which we managed to consume but only half.

Saturday I made my turkey noodle soup (7-quarts) and that evening had everyone back over for the occasion.  Around here it has become a tradition of sorts and it somehow just seems right with the onset of winter to have a good soup.  Mine always turns out more like a stew with too little broth.  The extra large noodles I use may have something to do with that as well.

I for one, happen to like leftovers as the seasonings have had time to work their magic on the recipe.  So I now look forward to a series of “mini-meals” this next week with most including potato bread, turkey and ham sandwiches.

I like Thanksgiving the best of the holidays and I believe it is because it is still considered a family holiday and an opportunity to recognize the things we are thankful for.  While the efforts persist, it still hasn’t been commercialized like the others.  I guess they leave that for the day after, “Black Friday” as the official launch to Christmas and the opportunity to stampede a stranger into the floor of the retail outlets that are competing for the almighty dollar.

This year we had all of the children and their families here, which I really enjoyed.  I think it is important that we have this time to at least catch up on one another before we return to the day-to-day of our lives when the focus shifts to providing and surviving.  It is easy to get lost in our own little circle of life and as the days fly by and we lose connection to our roots.

I am thankful for the relationships I have with my children and while each one is unique, none is more important than the other, for each one is precious to me.  Maybe that is what makes each one special, just for the differences we all share.  I am also thankful for the 34-year relationship I have had with Jeanie.  We have seen a lot of Thanksgivings come and go and each one offers up memories of times spent together.

Well, the Christmas lights are now up and soon we will slide into the holiday, another new year and ride that next trip around the sun, before we know it.

Love, Dad

P.S. Thank you Dedra for the photo.

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10lbs of Potatoes

Good Morning,

My mother Leona’s recipes when using potatoes always seemed to start out with 10lbs of potatoes.  Whether it was Potato Salad, Potato Soup or Mashed Potatoes it was always 10lbs.  It could have been from how she was raised in a family of 10.  She being one of eight brothers and sisters living on a farm in Nebraska, you would learn to cook “for the masses” such as large family gatherings, thrashing crews and the like, so the recipes would naturally be larger.

Over the years, I realized that my mother’s greatest concern when having people over for dinner, was not having enough food.  So almost always there was enough left over for another whole meal or that last minute drop-in to join us.  Everyone was welcome at my mother’s table and none more so then at Thanksgiving.

The old antique oak round claw-foot table, which my parents bought in the early 50s and now resides at our house, would expand to 12 feet long. (impressive) I once saw it accommodate 19 people for Thanksgiving and my mother cooked most of the meal with delight.  She loved doing this kind of thing.  This Thanksgiving it will see 15 souls around it in celebration of things to be thankful for and family being one of them.

One of the staples of the meal was her mashed potatoes and are still lovingly made today by our family for special meals.  Mind you these are not just any mashed potatoes and if you are a lover of such things, then these will surely win you over.

Here is the recipe and remember if you take this on…don’t skimp, she may be watching.

  • 10lbs. of Russet Potatoes
  • 1lb. Real Butter (softened)
  • 1 Pkg. (8oz.) Philadelphia Cream Cheese (softened)
  • 1 Cup Granulated Sugar
  • 1 Tbsp Salt
  • 1 Pint Half & Half
  • 1 Tsp Paprika

Clean, quarter and boil potatoes with the skins on, drain water, then peel and lightly mash into a large mixing bowl.  While still hot add the butter, cream cheese, sugar, salt and then after mixing by hand, add half & half to thin as desired.  Place in a large bowl, dot with butter and sprinkle lightly with a little Paprika for color.

All of this should be done a little before serving, as the mashed potatoes will thicken from sitting.  If they have to be transported to another place then you may want to make them thinner to start.

So there you have it.  The mashed potatoes are guaranteed to be a hit and usually always demand seconds, so if you are thinking of cutting down on the recipe, you may wish to reconsider.  I have actually seen some guest opt out of pie and go back for more mashed potatoes.

Happy Thanksgiving and Bon Appétit

Love, Dad

Photos:

Top:  We kept the finished Mashed Potatoes in a large crock pot to keep them warm before the meal.  It also makes them easy to transport.  Stir once more and add butter and paparika just before serving.  Note a box of Subarashii Kudamono Asian Pears in the background. Wonderful fruit!

Bottom:  In our kitchen, Jon Jr hand mixing the potatoes in large bowl.  Notice the Butter, Sugar and Cream Cheese box in the background.  Jeanie is watching the process.

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Writer’s Block

Good Morning,

It has been over a month since I have posted something on my blog or written a letter to the kids.  One would think that with so much going on in my life right now, there would be plenty to write about.  Well I suppose there is lots of fodder for the creative, when things get interesting.  The problem with me seems to be that when things get complicated, I tend to withdraw within (my cave), prefer to remain silent and just think things through.  It probably would be better if I did solicit advice from others or at the very least talk things through.   The downside I see with that is, things can get even more complicated with others involved and especially when I don’t take their advice.  Then…there can be the ol’ “I told you so” to deal with, stacked on top of everything else and one more thing on this pile of “stuff” to pitchfork off.

I’m pretty sure that much of my “writers block” is from all that we have had to deal with the last few months.  Having so much on my mind does not leave much room for “free thinking” which is where creativity lives.  Since June, shutting our business down wasn’t much fun and dealing with the creditors, debt and commitments left over, hasn’t been the best of times either.  The loss of income from the business has also impacted Jeanie and I, created another whole scenario when dealing with our personal finances.  The legalities of all of this have also consumed too much of my conscious time, what with dealing with attorneys, documents double spaced, line numbered and delivered late at night to my front door by strangers, suits to try and get “blood out of a turnip” and a plethora of other minutia, some imposed while others still to be revealed.  Then there are the self-imposed feelings of failure, chagrin and broadside hits to my integrity skillfully administered by some whom I had considered friends.  Maybe it is the unknown, which is the worst and having to constantly play different scenarios and outcomes, over and over again, as new information and new situations develop.  I am one who likes to “Be Prepared”, a leftover from my scouting days and find that it is the fear of the unknown, which can be the worst.  I do know that November 26th can come none too soon as we will have some resolve to this situation and can then start building again, albeit not exactly what I wanted to be doing a 65.  I would much rather be on a Harley Trike taking a “road trip” with Jeanie or maybe just working on a new kinetic sculpture.  Such is life I suppose, for I had learned a long time ago, there are no guarantees in this life other than we will not get out of it alive.

Maybe just putting this down in writing can in itself be cathartic and by sharing a bit, so as not to keep it all inside, will help with the “writers block”.  It is difficult not to be cynical or carping when under stress of this nature and I do not want to be perceived as a “bitter old man” constantly bitching about things.  There is too much good stuff out there to talk about.  A good friend once told me the three most important things in life is “Attitude, Attitude, Attitude” and that can make all the difference when facing a challenge.

I look forward to the days of freedom and creativity again and maybe even a new “Steam Punk” clock… who knows!

Love, Dad

Writer’s Block Picture:  Powell’s Books

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