Mike Storm

Archive for November, 2007

F.A.Q.

In Topic of the Day on November 30, 2007 at 11:04 pm

This is not really a “frequently asked questions” page, more of a “frequently searched-for topics” page.

I’ve been getting quite a lot of dings from search engines on the term “social context”, much more than I had originally guessed, and the searches are always amended with some other term. I have searches that begin with social context and end with things like “short story,” “sociology,” “setting,” and “labeling.” Similarly, I have searches that look for things like “Illinois shooting social context.”

For a look on the broad topic of what Social Context is, click here, or click the F.A.Q. link at the top of the page.

Wondering

In Journal on November 28, 2007 at 12:04 am

What did I do? For someone who completely believes in Karma, that what we put into the world will be returned to us whether it is good or bad, it has been driving me nuts for the last 2 hours.

I was on my way to take one of my best friends shopping for a birthday present for his wife when someone hit my car. I was driving south down one of the four lane streets in the left lane. On the right shoulder was a wrecker with its red and blue lights twirling, so I knew there had been an accident there recently. I slowed down like everyone else around me, but this maroon toyota slowed down apparently to get in behind me. I couldn’t really tell this because her left turn signal was not on (I later found out it didn’t work at all). The truck in front of me stopped short and swerved slightly, and so I applied my brakes just as rapidly. I looked up in my rearview mirror (as I always do in these situations) and watched as that maroon car I saw a few seconds ago was not slowing as fast as I was. In a futile amount of pleading, I begged her not to hit my car, but alas she either didn’t hear me or couldn’t stop sooner. Her driver’s side headlight met the passenger side corner of my bumper with a weird mix of crunch, creak, and metal being forced into new shapes. This of course caused my head to whip back into the headrest of my chair. I’m only just now feeling the effects of that: a slight headache, my right shoulder is hurting, and my ear is giving me issues for some reason.

I get out of the car and can see that a woman was driving, there is a male passenger, and there are two children in the back seat. I could not tell if the children were in car seats, but I can’t remember seeing them in subsequent passes of the car. I ask if everyone is ok before I check the damage to the car. Physical injury is more important than property damage and I wanted to make sure everyone wasn’t hurt. This woman was near to hysterics. She immediately started talking about how she was a single mom and how she would work with me on paying it off or back. This little diatribe of hers set off the warning sirens in my head. I looked her strait in the eye and asked, “The cop is outside of earshot, I need you to tell me the truth, do you even have insurance?” All she could do was shake her head “no.”

Thankfully the police officer never asked me that question. I gave him my insurance card and she gave him her old card. While we waited I took some pictures of the damage to my car with my phone. They didn’t turn out very well or I would post them here. Nevertheless I can tell by the damage I will have to replace the bumper. There is a crease in my trunk lid as well and by some small miracle my taillight came out unscathed. All of it is expensive and all of it will have to come out of my pocket.

I haven’t gotten mad, and I don’t think I’m going to, but I’m upset. I’m hurt and I just don’t know what I did to deserve this. I certainly hope anyone answering doesn’t use my previous post as an example of what I might have done.

I’m tired now and am giving up on this day. But I am still wondering…

We are NOT born sinners

In Religion, Science, Topic of the Day on November 26, 2007 at 12:35 pm

One of the cornerstones of the temple that is my rejection of organized religion is this: humankind needs to be saved. This is utter rubbish and should be treated as the refuse it is. The idea that we are born with desires and actions and judgments already heaped upon us makes about as much sense as going skinny dipping in the sea of tranquility on the moon.

Also, I have heard and read the arguments stating because evidence within the animal orders most closely related to humans, (namely other primates and dolphins) suggests that they too, have murderers, rapists, and thieves must mean there is a genetic gene for bad behavior. I may brooch this topic in depth at a later date, but for the purposes of this discussion I will say only this on the matter; anyone who believes the above statement about the animal-human connection is saying that anything my fourth cousin twice removed does I am responsible for because we are genetically similar. I obviously can’t agree with that, can you?

Contrary to popular belief, it is not mother church or God that provides us with directions for our moral compass. According to a recent article in Time magazine, What Makes Us Moral, “Moral judgment is pretty consistent from person to person.” We have a genetic compass that has been bred into our genes over hundreds of thousands of years. Humans know when they do something whether that thing is right or wrong. The problem comes when we have no one around to kick start this moral engine. That, says the article, is where society comes in.

If given a community of people who have never been introduced to Christianity, the Bible, or any other moral code based on religion, those people will still have a moral code to live by. With only the most rudimentary of instruction in language, they should be able to grasp the concept of “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” This is the golden rule. The one that supersedes all others and is one of the defining characteristics of the sympathetic creature. Humans created this rule to put into words what being sympathetic means. It is the ultimate extension of the pack mentality; if you harm the group, you harm yourself.

Humans’ inability to remain completely emotionally stable during long stretches of loneliness spans back to our earliest days as packs of hunter-gatherers. We were around other people every day, all the time, and very rarely did you find yourself alone. So if you caused some kind of harm to the pack, like killing someone, you risked the entire group’s ability to survive. This act could very well have gotten you cast out from the protection of the group. Through selective breeding (why would anyone in the group mate with someone who had been kicked out, let alone had proven to be unstable), packs of humans slowly but surely bred into ourselves the genes for empathy.

Somewhere during human history we were told a lie. We were made to believe our very nature was based in immorality. We are told that the concept of free will, given to us by the gods, has to be given up to live as a moral and decent human. This travesty has been the greatest hoax pulled on the community of humans.

If it is true that we have free will then choose not to be deceived. Choose to remember that we are not born evil. Choose to live within a community of people who do not need the crutch of sin to define them as moral individuals. Choose to believe instead, that we are born moral, that we are born good, and that the only thing we need to keep us that way is other people. Not other good people, not other bad people, not other Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, Hindu, Taoist, or religious people, but just people.

I was not born a sinner, and neither were any of you.

Tradition

In Journal, Topic of the Day on November 22, 2007 at 2:27 am

It always seems to work out so much better on paper. Millions of Americans are traveling today; going somewhere in and out of the country to see friends, family, or a beach with a paper umbrella laden drink. We do this out of tradition. We are supposed to be expressive of our thanks on this most thankful of days. When exactly it became a day that is more thankful than others is beyond the best of us. And somewhere along the line, we decided to include the Native Americans as partially responsible for the propagation of this little debacle we deal with once a year; because godless heathens couldn’t be thankful on their own, we had to show them their Gods were false and that only the white god could give them something to be thankful for.

Sanctimonious prats.

But I digress. For all my ranting and raving about the idiocy of our holidays, (I will be writing about the Christmas season) I am still a sucker for tradition.

Happy Turkey Day to everyone out there. May your chosen deity bless you and keep you.

/geek on

In Journal, Science on November 16, 2007 at 2:51 pm

This is the absolute shit right here.

“Paralysed man’s mind is ‘read’”

I read about it first from /. (slashdot) here -> Major Breakthrough in Direct Neural Interface

If this works the possibilities are astounding. If we can translate speech impulses in the brain, not only will we be able to assist those people with birth defects that prevent them from speaking, but we will be able to help those with physical injuries.

I understand this is a big “if,” but I try to see hope in even the smallest of ifs.

I just want to know when I get my neural jack.

/geek off

Numbing numbers

In Journal, Politics, Topic of the Day on November 16, 2007 at 2:40 pm

I wanted to get some numbers out there as a follow-up to my 1 in 4 post. I realized that one in four doesn’t really mean much when you don’t know how large the one in four population comes out of. The report, from the National Alliance to End Homelessness, “Vital Mission: Ending Homelessness Among Veterans”, tells us that almost 200,000 of the homeless population are veterans.

When looked at from the context of the almost 210 million people that veterans can come from, (United States men and women aged 18 and over), it is only 10 percent of the population, and doesn’t seem to be that alarming. But when taken into the context of the homeless population, which is estimated to be 744,000, having 195,827 of your population coming from one very specific sector of the parent population is as astounding as it is alarming.

The United States spends $622.8 billion on national defense. (This includes $481.4 billion for discretionary spending and $141.7 billion specifically for the war in Iraq. You can download the press release here.)

The United States spends $86.7 billion on Veteran Affairs. (You can download their press release here.)

This is disgusting. It is granted that the cost of care for an active member of the military will be higher. But having fully one quarter of the homeless population being none other than the men and women who fought and lost for our country is appalling.

This. Should. Not. Happen.

This section of the homeless population should never have been and should never be homeless in the first place. There is no reason for it. We can end this epidemic in this country. So why don’t we do it?

Do not let the numbers numb you to the fact that we are rapidly approaching one million human beings homeless in the United States.

One million mothers.

One million fathers.

One million sisters.

One million brothers.

One million children.

In a country with an expendable income in the billions, there is no reason for any of this to be happening.

1 in 4

In Journal, Politics, Topic of the Day on November 12, 2007 at 12:51 am

Our veterans. My grandfather, for one. This is him in his Navy blues at his 1982 reunion. When he returned from World War II, the G.I. Bill gave him plenty of opportunities, but from what I could tell he never needed to take advantage of them. He was one of the fortunate ones.

grandpa

Many of his fellow brothers and sisters of the Navy succumbed to the mental ravages of the horrors of war. My grandfather never talked about his time in the pacific theater.

This tradition continued through every war since then. The stresses placed on the mind during times of war is insurmountable by many of the men and women who volunteer to protect this country. We pump billions into the maintenance of the war effort, we pump billions into the recruitment and training of troops, but when it comes to what happens afterwards we largely turn a blind eye to their suffering.

The Associated Press sent out a story today highlighting the startling realization that 1 in 4 of the homeless population is a veteran. This disgusts me in ways that I have been having a hard time quantifying since I read the piece.

This country, this self-righteous, hypocritical, fear-mongering, war profiteering, god blessed country, has hit an all time low for me. We run around demonizing those people brave enough to speak out about the war, (not the men and women fighting it), but turn up our noses in disgust when one of those people from the armed forces pleads for help.

1 in 4 homeless in this country is a war veteran. Not some poor schmuck who washed out of boot camp and is feeling sorry for themselves, but an honest to god war veteran. That guy you saw dragging the plastic bag full of aluminum cans, dirty from head to toe, who hasn’t seen a shave in what seems like 20 years, and has a look of dementia in his eyes, could very well be the guy who ran out of the foxhole and saved your father. Or he could be the one who took an extra minute searching the field and found the land-mine that would have surely taken out your mother. The guy that watched your brother’s back while searching and clearing buildings in Iraq? That could have been him. Do you remember the story your sister told you about the crazy marine who drove the Humvee through a hail of bullets, bombs, and blood to get her out of the crossfire she would have died in? That guy you just venomously told to get a job was him.

We have one day, Veterans Day, set aside to honor and remember those who fought and died for the freedoms we take for granted. It is observed on the 11th of every November. Yet this day is so much an afterthought that we do not treat it nearly as well as the more commercial holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas. God forbid we ever take a day off to spend with the people that fought to protect our nation.

Next time you step over, around, on, or cross the street to avoid a member of the homeless population, stop and wonder whether they might be that one in four.

Fleet Street News

In Books, Journal, Movies, Music on November 10, 2007 at 6:38 pm

Sweeney Todd has got to be one of my all time favorite musicals. Right behind Willy Wonka and The Wizard of Oz. And as all good things must come to an end, so must all good things become a Hollywood movie. Having read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and The Wonderful Wizard of Oz when I was a child, seeing them on the screen as a child was a treat that I have only been able to compare to seeing Transformers on the big screen as an adult. Now I get to see a modern day version of a classic tale with a decidedly darker twist.

With the extremely dark and deadly themes of Sweeny Todd, it is fitting that the team who brings it to the grand screen for the second time is none other than the cinematic dynamic duo of the macabre and strange that is Tim Burton and Johnny Depp. Their collaboration; Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, comes to theaters in December. Re-imagined for the big screen from the Broadway play of the same name.

I can’t wait to see this movie, and I hope I am not disappointed.

Running better than sex?

In Fitness, Journal on November 8, 2007 at 11:54 am

I was planning on heading to the gym after work last night. I told everyone this, and my roommate was feeling down so I told him that he needed to come with me. I told him it would be good for him.

He’s been trying to figure out when and how to work out as much as I have been. I was just the first to take the plunge and buy a membership.

So I finally convince him, and I show him around the place. I had taken my workout clothes in a gym bag so I had to take some time to get changed, but after that we were off.

As I mentioned in this post I got on the elliptical first instead of the treadmill. Kept my pace at around 160-ish strides per minute, and my heart rate stayed at about 140. I tried to figure out how to get my heart rate up higher, but couldn’t at the time. The machine said I burned about 400 calories. I am not impressed. Maybe if I increase resistance?

We went downstairs to the weight room and I started on an abdominal/oblique/back workout. Incline sit ups are my zone exercise. I will always include 3 to 5 sets of 15 to 20 sit ups on an incline bench regardless of the workout. Throw in back hyperextensions ( 3 sets of 15), and weighted oblique bend (3 sets of 15 reps per side holding 40lbs dumbbell), and a sit and twist machine that worked all of those same areas at once (3 sets of 15 reps per side with the machine set to 70lbs) and I freaking hurt. I’m still working through a cold and therefore am still coughing on occasion. This workout makes me want to cry every time I cough.

After we got done with our respective workouts. I asked him how he liked the gym.

He said that it was great, better than “going out and having random sex to feel better.”

I drove in stunned silence all the way home.

Sweat and pain pt 3

In Fitness, Journal, Topic of the Day on November 6, 2007 at 3:00 am

Sweet jeebus. I forgot how much this hurts.

I went back to the gym tonight for the first time since April or May. Ouch.

I did an alternating walk/run circuit on the treadmill for 30 minutes (walk 5 min warm up then 5 run/5 walk/5 run/3 walk/2 sprint/5 walk/5 cooldown). This kept my heart rate bouncing from 160 to 110. Not for sure if I like that.

I think tomorrow night I will try the elliptical machine and try to keep my heart rate around 16o for the full 30 minutes.

Then I went downstairs to the weight room. Christ on crutches that sucked ass.

I tried part of my old arm/upper body pyramid circuit routine involving targeted biceps, targeted triceps, and the pull-down machine. The circuit started with 15 situps on the incline bench, then 25 overhead tricep @ 15lbs, 20 pull-downs @ 80lbs, and 20 isolated biceps with a 20lb bar. I repeated this set three times, each time going up in weight and down in reps, but doing the same number of situps and ending with an extra set of situps for a total of four.

  • 1st set:
    • 15 situps
    • 25 tricep @ 15lbs
    • 20 pull-downs @ 80lbs
    • 20 biceps @ 20lbs
  • 2nd set:
    • 15 situps
    • 20 tricep @ 20lbs
    • 15 pull-downs @ 90lbs
    • 15 biceps @ 30lbs
  • 3rd set:
    • 15 situps
    • 15 tricep @ 25lbs
    • 10 pull-downs @ 100lbs
    • 10 biceps @ 40lbs
  • 4th set:
    • 15 situps

Took me about 20 minutes and towards the end it sucked a lot. My arms still feel like jelly and my legs don’t want to work right, but I’m glad I went. I forgot to weigh myself before I worked out, (mainly because I couldn’t find the scale) but I did afterwards and I was surprised to find out that I didn’t gain as much as I had thought. Post workout I weighed 263. When I started working out back in January I weighed 315. I lost about 40 lbs in 4 months and lost/kept off another 10-ish lbs since April. The treadmill showed that I burned approximately 450 calories in that run, and I probably burned another 50-ish in the weight room. So a total 1 hour session got rid of about 500 calories. That’s breakfast and some of lunch. Right on.

Tonight comes the sleeping, tomorrow morning comes the pain, woohoo!

Neatness!

In Writing on November 2, 2007 at 7:07 pm

Whilst reading one of the many entertaining blogs I keep up on, I came across ficlets.com.

It is an entertaining concept where, as the site states:

“A ficlet is a short story that enables you to collaborate with the world.”

When they say short, they aren’t kidding either. The maximum length of any story is 1024 characters, yes characters, not words. Fascinating concept.

I have created an account and started to write a couple of stories. You can read them here: Michael Storm’s ficlets.

I posted to ficlets excerpts from the story that I posted on my previous myspace blog. I am still working on it, but I hope to have it done in the next few months.

Where are we?

In Politics, Topic of the Day on November 2, 2007 at 6:56 pm

I was traipsing around flickr the other day and I came across this: “The spirit is dead and forgotten”.

(I would just post the picture but for some reason the photo will not post)

The picture poster said, “Has the American spirit really grown that fat and lazy?”

Has it? Has America’s spirit become so blinded by the glittering lights and deafened by the blaring sounds of the media that it can no longer see or hear the tragedies that occur around it? Or is it that our spirit has become so inundated with the tragic that our reaction is merely passé? Are there worse things happening now than 20 years ago, or is it that we are just paying attention more and the tragic has taken a new face?

I know between: terrorist organizations, epidemics of sickness and famine in the over-exploited nations (what are more often referred to as underdeveloped), the rising concern about human and worker rights on a global scale, and the globalization of trade and labor, there is a lot out there and it can be overwhelming. I just hope as a nation we can begin to focus on things that are much more important than which star has divorced which and whether the ultra-rich children of America can act like civilized human beings for longer than ten seconds.

We are at the junction of quite a few crossroads where we will have to make choices based on doing what is right and doing what is easy. Hopefully we will do what is right even though it won’t be easy.