Cars

I think this pretty much sums up Cars (especially when comparing the movie to other animated films): (from John Hartl at MSNBC [link]

The company’s latest, “Cars,” which could easily turn out to be the summer’s best movie (and it’s only June), instantly wipes out memories of the past year’s other computer-generated cartoons. Without relying on endless references to other movies, without paying homage to Disney (Pixar’s partner/owner), without resorting to toilet humor or relying unnecessarily on the marquee value of its voice talent, Pixar maintains its quality in movie after movie.

I Don’t Get It

I find myself constantly repeating the same phrase, “I don’t get it.”
Before you jump to any conclusions, I’m not speaking about the usual things to understand–books, code, life, etc. But what I don’t get is all of the little wierd things that I see people doing. For example:
1) Driving down the road tonight, I saw a woman pushing a stroller down the middle of the street, weaving back and forth. As I apply my brakes and swerve around her, I said, “I don’t get it…”
2) Driving home from work today, I was behind an SUV at a stop sign. Except the driver of the SUV forgot that it was a stop sign, not a stop light. I started chanting, “I don’t get it…I don’t get it…”
3) [The names of this story have been omitted to protect those invovled] I was talking to someone the other day when an unusually terse and unnecessary comment was made. I thought in my mind, “I don’t get you…”
So I wonder is it my plight to deal with stupid people on a day-to-day basis? Yes, I know this post is more caustic than most, and to a certain extent I’m being unnecessarily arrogant. But I cannot seem to fathom the pervasive stupidity in the world. And perhaps there aren’t really that many stupid people, but they just are the ones getting all of the attention all of the time… I just don’t get it.
But this makes the “Love your neighbor as yourself” command just a little bit harder.
What do you think?

Birthday Cards

I was looking at birthday cards tonight–and I finally relaized why I despise them so much–half of the cards were negative, demeaning, or straight-up sad. Several mentioned drinking, several more revolved around the lack of money, but most went on and on about being old and how bad that is.
I’m not one to utter sweet nothings about old age, but I do not understand how getting older can be viewed as such a negative thing. The only way to keep from getting older is to die, and unless you’re suicidal, that’s really not an option. So why not cherish and celebrate each birthday? Enjoy the day with friends and family and praise God that you have been blessed with another day of life. Don’t yearn for the “good ole’ days” when you were younger (side note: They probably weren’t as good as you rememeber them to be), but enjoy the time you have now, even if you have scores of candles on your cake!

Strange Pride

Pride seems to be a huge problem with most people, and I’m definitely in that category.
There are all sorts of people who are prideful in a plethora of ways. A lot of pride is based on some skill or ability. I’m not condoning pride, but I do understand how Michael Jordan (in his prime) could be prideful of his abilities. The same could be said of Shaq (in his prime), Roger Federer, Magic Johnson, Babe Ruth, Wayne Gretzsky, and a host of other athletes. You could likely make excuses for famous musicians like the Beatles or the Rolling Stones or maybe famous artists like Monet or Picasso. They all are (or were) extremely talented, and to a certain degree had a reason to be prideful.
But then I encounter other people who are immensely proud and sadly have little to be proud of. They are proud about all sorts of things, but they’re neither good nor skilled in the areas they are prideful. They’re not that great (in my humble opinion), and likewise they are delusional because they act as though they are.
It would like me walking up to you and proclaimed that I was the greatest dancer in the world (editor’s note: I can’t dance worth crap). I could go on about how great I was while holding my head up high and looking down on you. And soon, I would be put in a position where I’d have to show my skill (or lack thereof), and there would be no doubt that my comments were no more than a cheap fraud.
So I wonder: what causes people to be so proud in areas where they fail? Are they delusional? Stupid? Abnormally and excessively hopeful? I can’t think of many sadder (or more irritating) sight than someone who proclaims their greatness in spite of the obvious contradiction with reality?
Note: All pride is bad, I’m just musing about this humanly unexplicable type…

In a Facebook Second

I believe you can tell a lot about a person simply by looking at their profile picture on Facebook (Note: This theory is influenced by Malcolm Gladwell’s book Blink). In fact, I think the picture more adequately explains who that person is than all of the other listings on the page. And I would say it’s much more likely to be accurate than all of the other information, becuase everything is much more easily skewed.
Why do I propose this concept? First, I don’t think that anything happens accidentally. And if nothing happens accidentally, then I know that each person chose their picture for a specific reason (or reasons). The key to figuring out what their picture means isn’t an exact science, but I propose that you can adequately make assumptions based on characteristics in the photo.
Possible ways to analyze the photo:

  1. Consider the duration between changes.
  2. Look at the colors.
  3. Consider the background.
  4. Determine their positioning in the picture.
  5. Is there more than one person in the picture, and if so, are the others cropped out?
  6. Consider the size of their face in conjunction to the picture and the visible portion of their body.
  7. Look at clothing types.
  8. Consider differences between daily activities and pictoral setting.

Of course, these are only a few of the many possible ways you can over-analyze the pictures. But I really believe that analyzing Facebook pictures will become a more frequent activity in the future…especially among potential employers.
What do you think?

Irony

Irony, an example:
Talking to person x: “I hate it when Person Y talks about people behind their back. It’s so rude and I don’t know why he does it…”
Does this sound familiar? I think it does…

Missing Your Chance

Do you ever wonder if we only get one chance to do something? Do you wonder if situations are ripe for one response, and that if you miss it, you will never have the chance again?
I do.
Life reminds me of baseball. The batter is only guaranteed one pitch when he makes his way to the plate. One pitch. He can choose to watch it fly by him or take a crack at hitting it. If he doesn’t hit the ball well, he’ll fly out or be thrown out at first base. And if he watches the pitch zing past him, he could have missed a great opportunity to make it on base.
But life, like baseball, is so much more complicated than that. We all get a chance at hits, but sometimes the hittable balls just aren’t there. You can watch and hope and pray, but you may never get the right ball. You may walk to first base or you could strike out without moving your bat. And it’s difficult to know if you did the right thing in those situations.
I just hope that I don’t always plan to get on base because of a walk. And I hope that I haven’t missed the opportunities for home runs in the past… And knowing that I have, I hope to watch and swing proactively, knowing I may never get the same chance again.

Abu Musab al-Zarqawi

Abu Musab al-Zarqawi died yesterday after two 500 pound bombs were dropped on his safe-house (not so safe, huh?). I learned of this as I programmed my DVR this morning.
My first reaction was, “Sweet! We finally got the murderer and instigator. It’s about time.”
The reaction was unmitigated joy. Complete and total excitement at the death of a human being. And I thought, “How in the world can I be so calloused–I mean, this man died and is going to hell. And I’m cheering about this?”
So mainly I wonder how do I temper my joy at the punishment of evil men while not forgetting that we are all evil men, deserving to die? Or should I just be glad that he’s gone–never to kill anyone else? I never want to get to the point where I can enjoy the deaths of people–but of all the people to be joyful about, al-Zarqawi seems to be in the top ten.
What is the correct mix between gracy, mercy and justice? And what should my reaction be?

Shouldn’t You Know Better

At my mailbox this afternoon, I saw a nurse who was smoking a cigarette.
I thought, “Shouldn’t you know better than to do this?” It seems like after seeing a few cases of emphysema, you’d say, “I don’t think I want that.”