Friday 5 for October 13: Dear Old Golden Rule Days

  1. when did you last raise your hand to be called upon, to get someone’s attention, or in response to a “how many of you…” question? or heck, for any reason at all?
    We were at an all-staff workshop a couple of months ago at work, and we sat at tables of six to eight, some of us volunteering for certain roles during the training. I volunteered to be the table’s reader, which involved reading from the materials into a wireless microphone for the whole company when prompted by the facilitator. When it was our table’s turn to read aloud, the facilitator asked, “Who is my reader at this table?” and I raised my hand. What a boring answer!
  2. when did you last have to do anything akin to homework?
    I’m still doing some of my side work, which is work at home all the time. The most recent was yesterday.
    I finished a mobile app review about medication trackers. Another boring answer!
  3. when did you and your friends last go outside to play?
    For the university’s Aloha United Way campaign, the campuses on Oahu (plus the UH system offices and the foundation for which I work) participated in a fundraising obstacle course contest. Although I did not participate in the race itself, I was there to cheer for our team. The course was a hamster ball sprint, the spin-around-the-bat-and-run thing, an obstacle to crawl beneath and an obstacle to climb over, a sprint wearing those giant sumo costumes, a tricycle race, a word unscramble, and a plank race. I went just to be supportive, but it turned out to be really fun.
  4. how’s your penmanship nowadays?
    I noticed last year that it had become rather sloppy and hurried-looking. So I’ve been making an effort to write much more neatly. My hand-written notes at work tend to be pretty messy, but when I’m writing something for someone else, my penmanship looks pretty good. I’ve been complimented a lot in my adult life for having good penmanship for a guy.
  5. among stuff you periodically eat, what reminds you most of your lunches in the school cafeteria?
    I’m going to say canned pork and beans, which I am a big fan of and which our school offered as a side dish rather frequently. I prepare them a lot of different ways, but my favorite way is to put the can in the fridge, then open it when it’s cold, add some ketchup and a little bit of brown sugar, stir, and eat right out of the can. Reminds me of my days as a Boy Scout.

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  1. 1. Raising hand. A couple of weeks ago my city had Open Doors. About two hundred buildings, businesses, churches, temples, synagogues and places normally off limits open their doors and conduct tours for the curious public. A person is lucky if she can fit five stops into her schedule as it’s very popular. And free.
    As I am about to leave the bridgekeeper’s booth on the Kilbourn Avenue bascule bridge, the docent asked, “Does anyone have any questions?” I am blaming this one on operant conditioning and strict parochial school discipline.

    2. Homework. Sometimes shopping requires a lot of research. I want to take my friends and their children out on the lake (actually a freshwater sea) on my boat. Am trying to buy USCG Type II PDFs (personal floatation devices, formerly known as “life preservers”) for thirty to fifty pound children. Two girls, three boys. So. Disney princesses and mermaid motifs are definitely out.
    I would exceed the Coast Guard’s recommendation and get Type I but Type II are already pretty restrictive and the child must wear the PDF the entire time she is onboard.

    3. Going outside to play. Does running a marathon count?

    4. Penmanship. Increasingly, it is dependent on the pen. My favorite: Sakura Pigma Micron 003 with a .15 point.

    5. School lunches. While the white kids’ moms made delicious PB&J sandwiches (with creamy Jif and Welch’s Concord Grape Jelly), Fritos, Twinkie and a Capri Sun, I was forced to eat fried chicken, potato salad, cherry tomato, onigiri, an apple wedge in the shape of a rabbit, spinach tamagoyaki, cooked squash, two cocktail wienies resembling octopuses and a Hello Kitty thermos of peach juice or maybe barley tea. What the hell?

    So. Now when I eat a peanut butter sandwich, I reflect on how much my mother loved me and how much I miss her bento.

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