We might as well jump right off into the weird this morning – because I had one of those “waking moment” insights that are often quite valuable
The idea goes something like this:
When I was a kid I was bounced around between regular and accelerated math classes. Some damn fool thought I had a brain but didn’t realize that I didn’t come with a single ounce of attention, discipline, or will to study.
But curiously, my second-highest scores in school were in English. Not spelling, not proof-reading, not syntax…just English.
Fast-forward to this morning’s life review.
Long time ago -In one of those “accidents” that happen to kids, I was up the street at my life-long friend’s place and we were (age 11 or so) messing about with a tape recorder as I recall, and as I got up, a #2 Yellow Pencil fell out of my shirt pocket and I stepped on it as precisely the moment it was pointing straight up.
Naturally, it didn’t remain standing up and promptly broke off with about one-inch of pencil point broken off inside my right foot.
So off to the emergency room, doctor fishes out the left-over pencil parts, puts a piece of surgical rubber tubing in, and for the next three weeks, I pull an 1/8th inch of it out every other day, or so…
The foot healed find and that was that.
Until this morning.
At which point, something in the brain finally fires – 55-years after-the-fact – and asks a very profound question:
“What is the one skill that pulls about all of your work experience together as a common thread? Writing, right?”
Well, I sit there pondering this-here little gem for a couple of minutes and sure enough what is it that on-air broadcaster, newscaster, management geeks, and financial writers (and did I mention airline VP and college president) all have in common?
They have to write like maniacs.
And grad school…what was that? Again, more writing. In fact, what I learned in grad school was how to write for an audience – my faculty advisor. The more and better I wrote, the higher the GPA until when all was said and done it was a 4.0. But not necessarily on quality – I think it was more the quantity that blew ‘em away. 2000 word essay? Two hours flat. Hell, that’s only 17 words per minute…
Education is comprised of two parts. There’s the rote/parrot part – and I know people who excel at that. Then there’s the logical analysis, problem identification, recipe formula, and eventually the implement of the problem-solving. But we don’t score the latter highly. Modern education is still trying to figure out the topology of intelligence but the way is slow. Way slow.
This pencil-breaking-in-foot story got me to wondering how many people get “inoculated” in some manner into what will become their life’s work?
I have seen bits and pieces of it: A young man who falls in with bad company rises to become a Raymond Reddington criminal sort. A woman who was always playing with her dolls as a child, who then ends up in the fashion industry. The boy fascinated with chemistry and fire as a child grows up to be a firefighter…Kid breaks an arm or leg and is captivated by medicine – hears mom and dad talk about how expensive health care is so he grows up to sell malpractice insurance, lol.
When I see kids who are playing with video games (to the exclusion of much else in life) I can’t help but suspect that these ‘inoculations’ are in some manner about to appear as our future. The video gamer is now a drone driver and they m ay have a bright future as remote vehicle operators. In an earlier time, the gamer might have been good fodder for the nuclear power industry which does a good bit of remote-control work.
When you get a few minutes, it may be productive to think back on your youth.
If my nutty idea du jour is correct, there may be a pivotal moment when something happens that forever locks you onto a path in life.
It also places huge importance for parents on tracking the activities of kids to see what the ‘inoculation’ happens to be.
Daughter who is getting married next month, for example, had a serious brush with celiac disease (wheat allergy) when young – and that put her on the path to a career in the culinary arts…that kind of thing. The ‘inoculation’ was a food issue and the career just followed down that path.
You’re welcome to report any experiences along this line in the comment section below. I’m collecting a few and what comes out of it is a very interesting question about exactly how these childhood/prepubescent events form us throughout the balance of life to follow.
OK, on to practical matters…
Self Reliance: Death of an Air Compressor
My 10-gallon air compressor is finally giving up the ghost after about 8-years of service.
I was cutting up some 10-inch wide galvanized flashing for the deck with my nibbler (similar to the Neiko 30067A Pull Type Air Nibbler $57) and the compressor started to scream (belt slipping) and the cylinder head completely overheating.