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Sunday, August 8th, 2010

is taking inappropriate equipment to out-of-the-way places

I recently came across this image on a forum, and was confronted by a wave of happy memories. Actually, I was confronted by a wave of terrifying memories that time has turned into happy feelings. You see, I have spent my entire life taking inappropriate equipment to out-of-the-way places. Sometimes I’ve done this because of abject ignorance. Sometimes it has been due to ridiculous overconfidence. Long ago, it was simply due to missing most of my frontal lobe. Often it is simply budgetary constraints that won’t allow for the proper equipment.

Making a Living at it
My first real job as a teenager was delivering frozen food for a guy that I went to church with. Looking back on him, Charlie was a kindred spirit in that he was running a business on a shoestring budget, and tried desperately to fly under the licensing and regulatory radar by using entirely inappropriate equipment and employees for his delivery service.

His delivery staff consisted of a sixteen year old Al, his son, who was seventeen, and a seventy something year old retiree. I actually don’t know how old the retiree was, but he looked well into his seventies. Most of his teeth were gone. He weighed in at around 65 pounds, and his skin was that dark, wrinkly red so common among old farm hands in the south. The delivery fleet consisted of one refrigerator truck, one standard size van, and one suburban only used in an absolute emergency.

I drove the van. It, like the other vehicles in the fleet, had absolutely no markings of any kind to denote that it belonged to a business. It was all white, and contrary to frozen food delivery convention, it had no air conditioning. This fact meant that when you took it on a delivery run you broke every speed limit on every road.

Charlie was terrible at giving directions, and I was (and am) terrible at navigating. I never went on a new route without getting hopelessly lost for at least an hour. This job provided me with my first real experience of independence and growth. I had no cell phone, no maps, no GPS, nor anything else that most of us rely upon to navigate these days. I had a boss that couldn’t give directions, a plain white van, and no respect, whatsoever, for my own mortality. I came very, very close to dying in that van several times. Once, in particular, I learned that semis make wide turns, and that truckers are much better drivers than I am.

There I was, doing 85 down a two lane highway when the truck in front of me put on his right turn signal and got into the left lane. I, who had been driving any vehicle at all for only a few months, naturally assumed that the driver in front of me was an idiot. I pulled into the right lane and prepared to blow past him. It was at this point that he started to make his wide right turn, and I realized the error of my ways. I slammed on my brakes and skidded to a stop some ten feet past the rear end of his trailer. It turns out that stupidity had been my savior. If I had stayed left and not tried to pass, I would have run the van right through the rear end of the trailer. Apparently, the van didn’t have brakes either.

Trippin

I have more cross country trips under my belt already than a lot of people accumulate in a lifetime. I’ve really taken the old mantra of “See America first” to heart. I love to drive. I love to see and experience new things. Every time I make a trip like that, it is an adventure.

The first time I did an East to West run was a real eye opener. I was going from Michigan to Idaho in early October. I had done a winter in Michigan once already, and it simply never occurred to me that winter comes earlier in the mountains. On the morning of my last day of driving, I awoke in Laramie Wyoming to find snow flurries. I was elated. This seemed like the perfect way to start my upcoming winter in Idaho.

The elation began to wear off when I realized that I had absolutely no winter gear. I had rented a storage unit before leaving Michigan so that I could leave all of my bulky, heavy things there. For some reason, my winter gear seemed too big and bulky to bring with me. Heck, I’d be back in Michigan by January anyhow, that was when it really started to get cold.

What I did have was a light pink jacket that my mother had sent for Niki. It was garish and horrible, and knowing that Niki wouldn’t want it, I had tossed it in the bed of my truck where it had rolled around amongst my various other belongings, light and compact enough to deserve a ride halfway across the country with me, for some twelve hundred miles.

As I gassed up, the wind blew bitterly, and I gave in. I rummaged through the back and pulled out the jacket. I wore it only long enough to pump my gas, and get my truck warmed up. Somehow this was long enough to allow for a group of twenty grade schoolers to pass me on there way to God knows where. I’m not sure what impression I left on them, but perhaps I did my part to implant an innate distrust of the magnolia state in their minds.

Once I was back on the road, it became apparent that the quaint snow flurries I had seen at the hotel had been falling for some time. They, along with their larger, extended families had made the interstate quite interesting to travel on. An unladen Nissan Pickup weighs next to nothing. My diligent efforts back in Michigan had made sure that my truck weighed next to nothing, plus about five pounds. As the semis blew past me, it really did not seem like anything other than an adventure.

The Family Van
Our van is exceptionally appropriate for hauling a medium sized family around town, and on major roads. What it doesn’t do, however, is haul a medium sized family over a sheet of ice.

One of the popular sledding hills around town is called “Hill Top.” Sadly, it’s so popular now that we never go. The madness of all of the vehicles and children after a good snow is too unpleasant to make it worthwhile. The last time we went there though, we took the van. I’m not sure why we did that. I guess our car handled poor road conditions too well, and Niki and I were really in the mood to cut a few of those last, unpleasant minutes off the end of our lives.

We drove by Hill Top once and didn’t turn in. The place was more crowded than we had ever seen, and turning left across the road didn’t seem all that fun. We found a place to stop and turn around just a few hundred yards past and discussed our options. Niki was not a fan of the idea of turning in there. I, for some reason, didn’t think that it would be a problem.

I eased the van in to the parking lot with little fanfare. We crept along looking, in vain, for a spot to park. As we reached the end of the rows of cars, and came to the area where the children were sledding, I slowly realized that the van had not been under my control for some time. I eased on the brakes to no effect. Children began to whiz by us on each side, they, in their sleds, had at least some semblance of control. I pumped the brakes a little, and I swear, I heard the discs laughing. Maybe it was the tires. Several of the adults standing near us began to shake their heads in disbelief.

I winced as a dozen kids seemed to disappear under the front of the van. It now seemed certain that the van was going to defy the laws of physics and begin to slide uphill onto the sledding area. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the thing came to a halt.

We spent the next half hour pushing and pulling the van out of the parking lot. It slid with ridiculous ease in every direction except the one we wanted it to go. I fielded various incredulous questions from onlookers such as “Don’t you have any chains?” “Of course not, we’ve never needed them before.” Finally though, we were on the road with two very disappointed children. We have never returned.

You would think that we had learned our lesson about the van and ice, but we have had one more adventure in it since the Hill Top Incident. It was on a work trip that I wrote about long ago, when I tried to take my medium sized family in my van all the way to Pittsburg(h) Landing during a snowstorm. You see, that kind of thing just seems perfectly normal to me.

The Future
You might wonder how I ran across that picture at the top of this article. Well, I was looking to see how insane it would be to take a Ducati Hypermotard offroading. Some guy on some forum thought that perhaps it wouldn’t be quite as bad as the picture, but in general, everyone thought that it was a ludicrous idea. I’m unsure that I am convinced.

Statistically Insignificant Sample Sizes

Monday, July 12th, 2010

I make more poor snap decisions than anyone else I know.  I just don’t have good instincts I guess.  Given incomplete information, for whatever reason, I seem to fill in the blanks all wrong.  This is particularly apparent when I am driving in an unfamiliar location.  I will take any and every wrong turn before finally settling on the right path.  I make up for this complete ineptitude by being better-than-average at analyzing relatively complete sets of information.  Even with very incomplete sets, given enough time to analyze, and complete my mental depth first search of options and hypotheses, I’m not too shabby.

Having recently completed a brief vacation to California and Nevada, I have taken care to remember a few hair-brained things that I came up with on the fly while having only a tiny portion of actual, empirical knowledge to work from.  The jist of this opening is that practically nothing here should be taken seriously.  If anything, it is more likely that the opposite of these statements is true.

  • The hype I was told about driving in California was all ludicrous.  It was quite easy, and in general, nothing anyone told me held true.
  • Most everyone in northern CA is some combination of the following: quite stupid, extremely timid, and/or a sworn enemy of everything automobile.  Their driving wasn’t so much bad as it was just ignorant, and/or timid.  Their unwillingness to merge into traffic properly was the single largest cause of congestion that I saw.
  • Most everyone in southern CA is far brighter, more aggressive, and more loathsome of the world in general than everyone in northern CA.
  • The single most effective way to stop the extinction of most endangered species is to distribute Viagra freely amongst third world countries.  Seriously people… You have hunted the Northern White Rhino down to a population of 7 ( or 8 ) over an aphrodisiac.  You suck.
  • There are only a handful of things worth doing in California.  99% of them are ocean related.  Don’t waste your time with theme parks or museums or the like, unless it is the Wild Animal Park.
  • Las Vegas is the saddest city in the  US.  I lived in Flint Michigan.  I have been to most every corner of Detroit (from a locked car of course).  These towns are sunshine and rainbows compared to the gratuitous display of human depravity on the streets of LV.
  • Traffic in Utah is worse than traffic in CA.
  • I want a vehicle that is fun to drive.  A sporty car, a dual sport motorcycle… something.  Driving the exotic cars around the speedway was too fun to never try again.
  • Paddle shifters are the greatest invention for the automobile since the wheel.
  • Porches are fun, but not nearly so much fun as an Aston Martin.
  • Claire can sense impending earthquakes
  • California has the most boring license plates of any state.

That’s it for my snap judgments.  I’m wrapping up one of the most awesome trips that I’ve ever been on, and coming from me, I like to think that statement has a lot of weight.  I’ve seen and done and gone to some pretty spectacular stuff in my short life.

Intro To Christian Cosmology – Vice

Friday, September 18th, 2009

nicubunu_Cigarette It seems counterintuitive that there would be so many different ways of dealing with sin among Christians. If you found one of the last remaining uncontacted civilizations in our world, and started to honestly explain, not only Christianity, but Christendom to them, the last thing that would occur to them is that we would all have our own ways of handling sin.

You would think, that if we have a whole system of beliefs built around the mechanisms of resolving our evil deeds to our purely good Creator, that those mechanisms would be somewhat uniform. It turns out though, that for various reasons, we have dozens of ways to deal with sin.

So here is our question for our representative group of Christians: “What is the most accurate truism about vice?”

Liberal Mainline: “Very little, if anything, of what is called a vice is actually a sin.” This is a bit of an odd question. A liberal can easily give another answer and still be a liberal. However, if you give this answer, or anything remotely like it, you are almost guaranteed to be a liberal. It’s a fact of life that our liberal friends just don’t like to call out sin. They do like to call out esoteric blame on any arbitrary nation or race or whatever large group happens to be in their sights. The degree to which a person fits into this category determines how large and esoteric that group must be.

It is, however, a reasonable general rule that a sin must be a part of a group vice in order for a liberal to call it out as such. Polluters, war-mongers, and misers are among their favorite targets. That is convenient for a number of reasons. Either the offenders are everyone, or they are practically no one. Either there is practically nothing that can be done about the vice, or there is nothing to be done about it. No matter what, there is simply nothing practical about the sin.

That is what turns most of the other cosmologies against Liberal Mainlines. They tend to be intensely passionate about these things that no one around them can do anything about. It is frustrating to anyone of a cosmology that believes in confronting and stopping sin, which incidentally, is most of them.

The trick though, is that all of this is simply misdirection. The question was about vice in the vernacular sense of the word. Drinking, smoking, sexual vice, and anything else you can think of that most of us commit every day simply don’t show up on the Liberal Mainline radar. They catch a lot of flack for this, but their particular attention to mob vice has its place. In the Old Testament, Israel was consistently punished for the sins of Israel, and not any particular Israelite. It is a foregone conclusion that the crimes of a group will be worse than any particular member of the group is willing to commit. Therefore, in a properly balanced community, there will always be some subset that is willing to look at us as a whole, and show us what we do that is unbearable. It is a tough job, but the Almighty seems to reward them with a great sense of accomplishment for their sufferings.

Conservative Mainline: “Never trust a man without a vice.” It’s quaint that a quote by Mark Twain would end up as the truism for a group of Christians. That is a particularly fascinating subject for me, which I will cover sometime in my advanced series on cosmology. It deals with the pervasiveness of the overarching Christian cosmology into Atheist thought.

The crux in understanding this answer is in knowing a large group of Conservative Mainlines. They will each have a glaring and open vice. Some smoke. Some drink. Some over eat. Some have a guilty pleasure in a fascination with a trashy pop culture phenomenon. No matter what it is, it is fairly open, and fairly harmless, in that it might kill them, but only very slowly. They wear it on their sleeve, and may or may not get gentile ribbing about it. If you watch carefully, you will notice one or two that show no outward signs of a vice. You will then note, that they are always at arms length from the rest of the group. The ones without vice are the ones that everyone suspects of having the worst vices.

The Conservative Mainlines have quietly accepted that we are all sinners, and have left us all to resolve it with our Maker on our own. It is truly the most judgment free of all of the cosmologies. However, if your vice is unknown, then there is no telling what depravity you’ve sunk to, and the imagination runs wild, causing a silent, and often subconscious stigma about you.

The vice eventually comes to the surface. Often it reveals that the person was fundamentally flawed in a way that is hard for the community to deal with. Sometimes the community can overcome the issue and deal with it. Sometimes it simply is not strong enough. I suppose that the fear of being discovered as too spiritually weak to deal with a problem is what really stigmatizes the poor soul from before his problem is even discovered. It is a lonely life being a man without a vice. That is why most of us choose two or three favorites just to be on the safe side.

nicubunu_RPG_map_symbols_CathedralMegachurch: “Vices are a private matter to be dealt with in very small groups, if at all.” Megachurchers tend to run from sin. I have never personally met one that had the stomach to deal with it on any real level. At best they’ll give a rare condemnation from afar, but in general they feel physical pain at the thought of dealing with it. That is why the few rare Megachurch pastors that convict, only do so on very serious issues that do not openly exist in their congregations (read: sexual vice).

I have seen them gang up on someone from the safety of a clique like a group of so many snotty high school girls, but even that is rare. Megachurchers tend to be that guy with the hidden vice. A great deal of the time, the vice isn’t even all that pervasive. They just have trouble dealing with it for whatever reason.

That is why these groups scatter so readily when their leader falls. In order for someone so influential to be broken, the scandal must be spectacular. Typical human hypocrisy takes over, and the congregation scolds the former leader just long enough to distract themselves from their own issues, then they make their escape from all of the painful reminders.

This is one of the few behaviors we will discuss today that has no place in a healthy community.

Calvinist: “Vices are punished duly by the Lord.” GKC once said that moderate strength shows itself with force, while ultimate strength shows itself with levity. The intense sort of Calvinist that we are talking about here has not come to terms with this truth. They are still on the rewards-and-punishments system, and they don’t see a great need for anyone to be rewarded.

To their credit, these sorts of Calvinists are just as ruthless with themselves as they are with everyone else. They are second only to Ascetics in their fervor to drive out vice from themselves, and their example is a healthy part of any community. They do, however, have a couple of flaws that simply cannot go unexamined.

First, the myth that Calvinists believe in a “Strong God.” really falls apart with their treatment of vice. As I said earlier, it is only moderate strength that shows itself with force. Secondly, Calvinists have a paralyzing fear of helping someone who is down and out. They feel that they would be interfering with God’s will if they alleviated a punishment that he was delivering to someone. This betrays how much stronger they think themselves than their Maker.

When Franklin invented the lightning rod, there was a fervor among his Christian peers because they thought that lightning was the hand of God delivering punishment, and that Franklin was stopping that. It was common practice to not stop a house from burning when it was struck by lightning. Now I respect Franklin as much as any red blooded American should, but I do not think that he could stop the will of my Creator by putting a metal pole in the ground.

Charismatic: “Vices should be eradicated by any means possible.” Charismatic groups tend to have a two pronged approach to sin. First, they deal with any issues within their group themselves. This accomplishes a number of tasks. The most important of those being that they get to hush up any scandal before it makes it to the rest of the world as a blight on them. Charismatics tend to be meticulous about vice. They have an insatiable appetite to eradicate it among themselves, and among the rest of us. Those of us unfortunate enough to not yet be a part of their inner circle must be dealt with through the law.

nicubunu_Beer_mugCharismatics, more so than any other group are willing to use the laws of man for their own purposes. Anything that can be used to bend your will to their ideals is a good thing. I am a major opponent of blue laws, so you can guess that this facet earns a great deal of ire from me.

These groups earnestly hate the sin, which is commendable. They don’t hate the sinner either, which is rare among non-charismatics. The problem is that they usually come off as indifferent towards the sinner. His thoughts, and soul are given very little consideration. The only drive is to eradicate the sin. More often than not, this has the effect of pulling out the knife before the paramedics arrive. People simply find ways to hide their brokenness from these communities rather than face and fix the problems. Often, this leads to issues that aren’t even real sins becoming very dangerous to the soul.

Ascetic: “Most vices can be eliminated if you shun the world completely. The few that remain to an isolated soul must be removed through constant effort and prayer.” This is a major requirement for an ascetic. Without agreement to this, you simply aren’t one of their kind. The ascetic shuts off the trivialities of the outside world so that he can work on the real problems in his soul. Once the process is complete, he emerges from isolation to give back to the group that supported him through his trials.

The premise is, that many of what the Catholics call “venial sins” are trivialities that result from more deep seated problems with the soul. To battle against them is to play the devil’s game of whack-a-mole. Instead, cut yourself off from any temptation for these things. With no people around to gossip about, and no possessions around to covet, and no food to be a glutton over, the real problems with your soul surface quickly.

It is an admirable role model to the community. Many of the original ascetics were local heroes to their communities. The modern ascetic never seems to quite commit to this plan enough though. I have known a few that were admirable, and that I wish to emulate, but all were a shadow of St. Alexander at best.

A healthy gathering of such people, in all stages of their journey is a good example for everyone once they are confronted with their most damning flaws. We are all shown the things that are keeping us from the Almighty. The ascetic simply wishes to accelerate the process.

In ways, that’s noble, and in other ways it’s selfish. We’re not here to quibble over that just yet.

The truth of the matter is, that most of what people think of when they think of vice, is a venial sin at absolute worst. Only a select few are really things that can damage your relationship with the Creator, and even those may not always be sins for all people.

Classical Ascetics were the worst at differentiating the rich tapestry of life from sin. Today, most charismatic groups are the ones that practice the harshest forms of self denial. Most groups shun alcohol. Many shun even more innocuous habits. More than not, the behavior comes off as a way to feel smug and superior to the groups around them. This behavior was expressly forbidden by Paul.

To me, that shows how insidious those types of sin are when compared with your run of the mill vice. You’ll have eternity to be around other souls with the temptation to judge or try to feel superior about. You probably won’t have an endless supply of cigarettes to ruin your new body with.

(note: Special thanks to nicubuntu from openclipart.org for all of the images today)