I understand the need to develop new technologies to aid factory workers, but I think they might have taken it a little too far with these robotic legs.
I mean seriously, does that look comfortable to you?
Once upon a time I worked in a warehouse that was trying to implement the wearing of steel-toed shoes. The management was met with widespread resistance from a disgruntled workforce (I don't care how many styles those shoes come in; they still hurt your feet). After that experience, I can't even imagine the internal PR campaign that would need to be launched to try to get workers to "saddle up" as it were. ;)
Friday, November 14, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Picture, Picture
I spent the afternoon in Concord and Lexington with a friend, who very kindly allowed me to play with his rather nice camera equipment. I'm not the best photographer, but I did snap some fun pictures:
Monday, November 10, 2008
My Problem As I See It
As a former psychology major, I know that self-assessment has it's drawbacks and lacks a certain validity. Keeping that all in mind I'd like to delve into why I think I am currently in mental mess right now.
A long time ago I heard this story:
Once there was a man whose house had fallen into disrepair, and needed renovations. Not knowing how to do the repairs himself, the man asked an architect if he would take on this difficult job. The architect gladly agreed and started immediately by reinforcing the foundation and structure of the house. The man was so impressed with the architect's work that he quickly agreed to let the architect renovate the interior of the house as well. The architect was granted complete access to every room of the house except a small closet under the stairs.
Again the man was impressed with the architect's work and his attention to detail. However, as the renovations were underway, the architect informed the man that he must have access to that closet if the renovations were to continue. The man refused and began to pitch a fit. How dare the architect ask to see this closet. Hadn't the man given the architect access to every other room of the house? Wasn't he entitled to have a little piece of his home to himself? In truth the man was both ashamed and a little possessive of the closet's contents. He couldn't see why the architect needed to touch the closet anyway--afterall it was tucked away in a corner and had no affect on the structure or appearance of the house.
Without access to that closet the architect had no choice but to stop work on the renovations. It did not take long for the condition of the home to again deteriorate without the assistance of the architect. After awhile the man recognized the need for the renovations to continue, and he finally let the architect back into his life by allowing him access to the secret closet. As the contents of the closet were dredged into the light, the man could finally see the mildew, mold, and poison that were contained there in. With the same meticulous attention to detail that had used in repairing the rest of the house, the architect cleaned the closet thoroughly and repaired the damage those contents had caused.
I am afraid that I have become like the man in this parable. While I try to live a Christ-like life and open my heart to the Holy-Ghost, I am in truth holding back. Deep in the recesses of my soul there are fears, anxieties, and resentments that I have tried to hide from both God and myself. Although they were hidden from sight, they still influenced my life, poisoning my soul from the inside out.
It is time that I turn my whole heart and soul over to God and allow him to cleanse this poison from my soul. I know this, yet I continue to resist, and that my friends is why I am in a bit of mental mess right now.
A long time ago I heard this story:
Once there was a man whose house had fallen into disrepair, and needed renovations. Not knowing how to do the repairs himself, the man asked an architect if he would take on this difficult job. The architect gladly agreed and started immediately by reinforcing the foundation and structure of the house. The man was so impressed with the architect's work that he quickly agreed to let the architect renovate the interior of the house as well. The architect was granted complete access to every room of the house except a small closet under the stairs.
Again the man was impressed with the architect's work and his attention to detail. However, as the renovations were underway, the architect informed the man that he must have access to that closet if the renovations were to continue. The man refused and began to pitch a fit. How dare the architect ask to see this closet. Hadn't the man given the architect access to every other room of the house? Wasn't he entitled to have a little piece of his home to himself? In truth the man was both ashamed and a little possessive of the closet's contents. He couldn't see why the architect needed to touch the closet anyway--afterall it was tucked away in a corner and had no affect on the structure or appearance of the house.
Without access to that closet the architect had no choice but to stop work on the renovations. It did not take long for the condition of the home to again deteriorate without the assistance of the architect. After awhile the man recognized the need for the renovations to continue, and he finally let the architect back into his life by allowing him access to the secret closet. As the contents of the closet were dredged into the light, the man could finally see the mildew, mold, and poison that were contained there in. With the same meticulous attention to detail that had used in repairing the rest of the house, the architect cleaned the closet thoroughly and repaired the damage those contents had caused.
I am afraid that I have become like the man in this parable. While I try to live a Christ-like life and open my heart to the Holy-Ghost, I am in truth holding back. Deep in the recesses of my soul there are fears, anxieties, and resentments that I have tried to hide from both God and myself. Although they were hidden from sight, they still influenced my life, poisoning my soul from the inside out.
It is time that I turn my whole heart and soul over to God and allow him to cleanse this poison from my soul. I know this, yet I continue to resist, and that my friends is why I am in a bit of mental mess right now.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Why I Voted
Today, the first Tuesday of November 2008, is a day of much importance throughout the country. It is the day that we the people elect a new President of the United States.
As monumental as this event is for the country as a whole, it doesn't mean much to those of us living in a very red or very blue state. I live in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts one of the bluest states in the union. When I cast my ballot, it means nothing. Regardless of who I vote for, the election will go to the Democratic nominee. It's simply a given.
Don't get me wrong, I did vote, but it wasn't because I thought I could make a difference in the presidential, congressional, or all the uncontested city and state officials elections. It was because of the other questions they put on the ballot.
My favorite was:
Shall the state representative from this district be instructed to vote in favor of amending the state Constitution to replace the state Legislature with 100 randomly selected adult residents of the Commonwealth, each serving a one-year term, to be called the Commonwealth Jury and to have all the legislative and other powers of the current Legislature?
I nearly died laughing. There's some group out there that wants to fire the ENTIRE state legislature and replace it with people who would be FORCED to put their own lives on hold for A FULL YEAR to serve in the Commonwealth Jury. And you thought regular jury duty sucked. I suppose you can guess how I voted on this one. ;)
As monumental as this event is for the country as a whole, it doesn't mean much to those of us living in a very red or very blue state. I live in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts one of the bluest states in the union. When I cast my ballot, it means nothing. Regardless of who I vote for, the election will go to the Democratic nominee. It's simply a given.
Don't get me wrong, I did vote, but it wasn't because I thought I could make a difference in the presidential, congressional, or all the uncontested city and state officials elections. It was because of the other questions they put on the ballot.
My favorite was:
Shall the state representative from this district be instructed to vote in favor of amending the state Constitution to replace the state Legislature with 100 randomly selected adult residents of the Commonwealth, each serving a one-year term, to be called the Commonwealth Jury and to have all the legislative and other powers of the current Legislature?
I nearly died laughing. There's some group out there that wants to fire the ENTIRE state legislature and replace it with people who would be FORCED to put their own lives on hold for A FULL YEAR to serve in the Commonwealth Jury. And you thought regular jury duty sucked. I suppose you can guess how I voted on this one. ;)
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