The Black Hole of Airport Security

•July 1, 2010 • Leave a Comment

It was quite a nice little Swiss Army Knife.  It even had my name inscribed on the side.  A corkscrew; a toothpick; tweezers.  Very handy.  I think my parents brought it back directly from Switzerland several years back.  I haven’t told them yet.  It’s gone.  Where, you ask?  I have no idea.  I mean, I know who took it.  I just don’t know where it is.  You see, after placing it into my shaving kit for a road trip to rural southern Indiana a month ago, I neglected to remove it before I tried to get on a plane.  Therefore, it became the property of…  the TSA?  Nashville International Airport?  The screener with the bulging pockets?  I’ll never know.  I’m not angry about it.  I’m the one who forgot to remove it from my bag.  They were just doing their job and trying to protect the flying public.

I can't believe they wouldn't let me take this on the airplane!

It’s not the first time I’ve done it.  The last time it was the same stinking knife, but they told me that there was a booth nearby where I could pay some exorbitant fee (something like $20-$25) to have the item mailed to my home.  So, I did.  This time, however, there didn’t seem to be such an offer forthcoming, and I was in a rush to make my flight.

At about 30,000 feet, I started to think about what happens to all of the items that are confiscated by airport security around the world.  Think about it – that’s a lot of stuff.  I would imagine there are guns, knives, tools, liquor, scissors, and hundreds of other miscellaneous items that pile up each day.  Where do they go?  Who is going to be filing their nails with a Swiss army knife that has my name on the side?

This is apparently a question that has been asked by many before me – well, not that exact question.  A simple Google search for “What happens to items confiscated at airport security?” brings up multiple links including this great article on CNN.com, as well as abcnews.com, howstuffworks.com, and a great wealth of information about “Leftover Loot” from yahoo.com.  In a single year, in the United States alone, more than 13 million items are confiscated.  What happens to them seems to vary by state.  In some cases, they end up on ebay with profits benefiting the state.  In others, they are offered to Boy Scout troops and other charitable organizations – but at a discounted price.  It seems to me that funds from any and all of these items could be a great resource for charities.

However, since the TSA is a federally funded division of the Department of Homeland Security, I’m a little bit surprised that there isn’t a federal U.S. postal worker in a little booth right next to every airport security checkpoint in America.  This would give forgetful passengers such as myself the option of mailing the contraband item(s) to our home, or possibly to our destination, and would generate revenue for the government.  I would have had to purchase a padded envelope or box, pay for postage, and pay the usual airport mark-up for anything purchased.

A quick glance at the TSA’s list of permitted and prohibited items is quite enlightening.  Who knew that meat cleavers, spear guns, cattle prods, dynamite, hand grenades, gas torches, and snow globes are not allowed as carry-ons?  Thankfully, you are allowed to bring along your meat cleaver, spear gun, cattle prod, and snow globe in your checked baggage.

And so, here I am, Knife-less in Nashville.  A quick ebay search for “knife, marcus” lists mostly Neiman Marcus Steak Knives.  Hopefully, there’s a Boy Scout somewhere in America, whittling away at a tree branch, making a stick with which to roast his hot dog over an open flame…  with my knife.  Can I deduct that on my taxes?

Worst Album Covers Ever!

•June 23, 2010 • 3 Comments

I hope none of these people read my blog.  I’ve actually removed several examples that tended to make fun of people with a disability.  These fine examples have been gathered from multiple sources all over the web including http://www.worstalbumcovers.org and http://rateyourmusic.com.  Many have also made the rounds via email.  The sad thing is that this is just the tip of the iceberg.  Do an internet search for “Worst Album Covers” and they go on for days.  These are in no particular order.  Each one is as bad as the next!  Please feel free to share links to other examples!

Tino is modeling the new "Daisy Dukes" for men...

Isn't that Ray Parker, Jr.?

I think the first single was called "Uncle Daddy".

Now, relax and gaze into my cleavage...

Bill, where's your other hand? Between two pillows. Those aren't pillows!

This guy's got guts. You can see them.

He was the "Blue Man Group" of his generation.

Shouldn't that say, "Swamp Dogg On Rat!"?

What? Don't you need illustrations for that? Where are Tootie and Blair when you need them?

What can you say? THAT is the best picture you've got?

Featuring the hit singles, "Makin' Bacon" and "Pearls Before Swine"!

Featuring the hit singles, "Throw Me A Bone" and "So Fine K9"!

Really? Someone requested that?

I think Cody's a little "Comfortably Numb", if you know what I mean...

I saw the green sticker and thought this was a "50 Cent" album.

I was body paint when body paint wasn't cool.

Featuring "Meet Me in the VESTibule" and "Hell is a Barn Burner".

Um, no. Featuring "I Can't Sit Bayou No More".

You’re My Happy Place

•June 17, 2010 • 88 Comments

The Happy Place

“Even paradise isn’t half as nice as anywhere else with you.”  As my wife and I have searched for the right house for us over the past few months – with mixed results – I have steadily maintained that I will be happy wherever she is.

Now that we have found and closed on our new home (pictured left), I still feel that way.  This house does not have everything we had on our wish list.  There is no extra lot for the kids to play on.  There is no spacious and glorious master bath.  There are issues that need to be repaired.  And yet, all I can think of right now is that moment, in the car, after having just seen the inside of the house for the first time, when I could feel my wife staring at me from the passenger seat.

I remember saying, “Speak to me”, and watching her eyes dance as she said, “This is a happy place.”  That’s all I needed to hear.  Now, I’d be lying if I said we had made up our minds right then and there to buy this house.  In fact, we left there and went on to several others, as we had multiple viewings that day.  However, I don’t think I will ever forget her words that day.  I can’t wait for our lives to unfold in these rooms; to watch our children grow; to cook and share meals; to undertake home improvement projects together; to watch the dog chase the cat; hearing the kids laugh and fight.  There will undoubtedly be not only laughter, but tears as well – all part of life.

At the end of the day, it’s a building.  The walls can’t and won’t ever speak.  The previous owners were most likely equally optimistic when they bought the home, and who knows if their fortunes turned out as planned.  The fact of the matter is that my family – my wife, my kids, even my pets – my family IS my happy place.  Wherever they are, that is where I want to be.

Although we have yet to actually move in, I already know that my wife was right when she said, “This is a happy place.”  For us, it will be because we will all be there together, loving and leaning on each other for each precious day the Good Lord gives us.

Deep Thoughts from a Shallow Mind – 6/4/10

•June 4, 2010 • 1 Comment

Wouldn't "grave condition" be "dead"?

If you were remotely still alive and someone said you were in “grave condition”, wouldn’t you kind of feel like you were being rushed out the door?

The Dog Days of Summer Are Early This Year

•June 1, 2010 • 3 Comments

Beautiful Bella

There’s a new addition to our family.  This weekend, we “took delivery” of Bella, a beautiful Alaskan Husky mix (we’re thinking maybe a little German Shepherd or Lab).  The bandana she’s wearing in the photo on the left says, “Adopt Me”.  It’s hard for us to imagine how this beautiful, loving dog could have spent 4 months in the pound.  It’s even harder for us to imagine how she was adopted out and returned.  We, of course, know that her survival at and subsequent rescue from the pound, as well as her first failed adoption, all took place because she belonged with us.

We would like to thank Bonaparte’s Retreat, a wonderful organization run by Emmylou Harris, dedicated to providing nurturing foster care for shelter dogs when their allotted time is up & finding them forever homes.

We were stunned to learn that here in metro Nashville alone, more than 10,000 animals are put down each year due to a lack of space, funding, and owners.  If you are considering getting a pet, please consider adopting from a rescue organization in your area.  An internet search will likely lead to one in your area.  However, I would highly recommend PetFinder.com, which is where we first saw this exact photograph of Bella and immediately emailed to check on her availability.

Kitty at Halloween

Everyone in our family, with the possible exception of our 10-year-old, 20-pound, “only child” cat, is so excited about making Bella a part of our family.  Of course, as you can see in the photo, Kitty will be thrilled that there is now someone else for “Mama” to put costumes on and torment in general.  Perhaps, when Bella isn’t chasing him through the house at warp speed, he can finally get some rest!

Deep Thoughts From a Shallow Mind – 5/28/10

•May 28, 2010 • 1 Comment


Just

how

happy

are

clams,

anyway?

A Blonde’s Year in Review

•May 24, 2010 • 3 Comments

As with all of my “Keepers”, I didn’t write this.  I simply found it worthy of passing along.

This one’s for Penny!

A Blonde’s Year in Review.

January – Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight.

February – Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels…..
Helllloooo!!!…..bottles won’t fit in printer !!!

Exhibit A

March – Got really excited…..finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months….
box said “2-4 years!”

April – Trapped on escalator for hours …. power went out!!!

May – Tried to make Kool-Aid…..wrong instructions….8 cups of
water won’t fit into those little packets!!!

June – Tried to go water skiing…..couldn’t find a lake with a slope.

July – Lost breast stroke swimming competition…..learned later,
the other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!!!

August – Got locked out of my car in rain storm…..
car flooded because convertible top was down.

September – The capital of California is “C”…..isn’t it???

October – Hate M & M’s…..they are so hard to peel.

November – Baked turkey for 4 1/2 days .. instructions said 1 hour
per pound and I weigh 108!!

December – Couldn’t call 911 …. “duh”…..there’s no “eleven” button
on the stupid phone!!!

O Contentment, Where Art Thou?

•May 21, 2010 • 1 Comment

Can anyone be happy and/or content without money?  That is the question that led to a frustrating conversation with a friend the other day.  Time, life, and experience – along with the wisdom of a certain woman whom I like to call “my wife” – has led me to believe that contentment is the treasure we should seek above happiness or wealth.  In fact, I would dare say that contentment breeds both happiness and perceived wealth.

My friend was singing the praises of money.  Now, I admit it – I like money, and I would like to have more of it.  But the notion that I would be happier with more money is nothing more than an empty promise of short-lived satisfaction.  No one, including God and the government, has ever promised us any measure of happiness – only the pursuit of it. Admittedly, I love the newness of the things my money can by, and I’ve even been known to use shopping as a form of therapy at times in my life.  That 17th long-sleeve, striped, button-down shirt sure did help me forget my troubles for a day or so.

So, what’s the difference between happiness and contentment anyway?  They are listed as synonyms in many dictionaries.  However, I have found two definitions (dictionary.com) that I believe illustrate the differences very well:

Happiness results from the possession or attainment of what one considers good.”  So, basically, you have to receive or attain something in order to be happy. Granted, there are things that we receive or attain that have nothing to do with wealth or money.  A hug.  Reciprocated love.  A beautiful day.  Reaching the peak of a mountain we set out to climb.  All of these things can be received or attained without the benefit of money, and all are able to bring about happiness.

Contentment is a peaceful kind of happiness in which one rests without desires, even though every wish may not have been gratified.”  Contentment, therefore, is not dependent upon receiving or attaining anything at all.  Instead, it is about being satisfied with what you already have.  It is also very difficult for most, including me, to experience.

I believe Sheryl Crow and co-writer Jeff Trott summed it up very nicely in her 2002 single, “Soak Up the Sun”, which states, “It’s not having what you want, it’s wanting what you’ve got.”

So, where does money fall into this mix?  Does wealth, in and of itself, make you either happy or content?

In "The Princess Bride", the farm boy, Westley, was "poor and perfect".

Money definitely allows you to purchase whatever you want on the spot.  Based on the above definition, that shiny new BMW M3 may indeed make you happy – for now.  Money apparently can buy happiness.  However, in my experience, the more money I have, the more things I want to buy with it.  Buy me a BMW M3 and I will immediately start building a garage in which to park it.  I’m kind of like Steve Earle in this regard – “I ain’t ever satisfied.”

Contentment, on the other hand, can’t be bought.  Wealth, above and beyond our needs, is in the business of fulfilling desires.  If contentment is “a peaceful kind of happiness in which one rests without desires”, then wealth can’t get us there.

So, can anyone be happy and/or content without money?  Of course.  Does having money make us happier?  It can, but it is usually a temporary happiness.  Does having money make us content?  Possibly, but this too is probably a temporary sensation.  Can one be poor and still be happy and/or content?  Yes.  It’s rare and difficult.  However, I believe that finding a person with these character traits, in spite of their lot in life, would be to find a person we all aspire to be in some way.

Am I splitting hairs?  Yep.  I just got so wound up when this friend seemingly put all of his faith in money.  Yes, money can open doors of opportunity that the poor house can’t begin to.  However, if you’re not content or happy now, when you don’t have wealth to speak of, then you won’t be content or happy when you get it.  In fact, if you are truly content with what little you have now, and you somehow receive a windfall in the future, you’re much more likely to give some of it away to people who need it more than you.  By contrast, if you’re a jerk when you’re poor, you’ll be a rich jerk later, and I can name a few.

As much as most of us want wealth and/or happiness, it would seem that contentment is the more elusive treasure.

Mbembe and the Elephant

•May 19, 2010 • Leave a Comment

As with all of my “Keepers”, I did not write this.  I simply thought it was worth sharing.

In 1986, Mkele Mbembe was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from University.

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Mbembe approached it very carefully.

He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant’s foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Mbembe worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Mbembe stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled.

Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.
Mbembe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Twenty years later, Mbembe was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Mbembe and his son Tapu were standing.

The large bull elephant stared at Mbembe, lifted its front foot off the  ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then  trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.

Remembering the encounter in 1986, Mbembe couldn’t help wondering if this was the same elephant.

Mbembe summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder.

The elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Mbembe’s legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.

Probably wasn’t the same elephant.

The Death Void, Part 2

•May 13, 2010 • 3 Comments

After a “Freshly Pressed” feature and nearly 1100 views in one day, not to mention numerous insightful and stimulating comments from around the world, I thought this might be something worth discussing further.  The Death Void (Part 1) can be viewed here if you need to catch up.

Honestly, I was caught off guard a bit by having my thoughts thrust onto the world’s stage.  Not that I would have changed any of them.  It’s simply that when I was writing them into my blog, I wasn’t taking into consideration circumstances in other parts of the world.  Here I am, a Caucasian, middle-class, suburbanite American.  I’ve lived all of my 37 years in either greater Kansas City or Nashville, TN.  I’ve always had food.  I’ve always had a home.  I’ve always had good schools.  I’ve always had good health care.  This is the only life I have ever experienced first-hand.  I’m not naive to the plight of those in other parts of the world, who daily deal with famine, disease, and other disasters.  I simply didn’t know at the time of writing that anyone outside of my little American clique would care to read my words.

walk toward the lightI certainly recognize that for anyone, anywhere on Earth, an extended period during which life is untouched by death is an amazing blessing that should be cherished and not over-analyzed.  I want to be clear that I do not take this for granted.  It’s simply a phenomenon that I hadn’t given much thought to until recently, when I had to get out the suit that I pretty much only wear for weddings and funerals.  I was going to a wedding.  I realized that I hadn’t been to a funeral in a very long time.

Some of what I’m experiencing is generational.  My wife and I are, for the most part, simply at that age in between losing our grandparents and losing our parents.  Apart from that, only the grace of God has kept our circle of friends and loved ones safe and healthy for all these years.  Don’t get me wrong – our lives haven’t been all sunshine and roses.  My wife’s parents were both diagnosed with cancer within two months of each other.  They both beat it.  My daughter was hospitalized with pneumonia at the age of 4.  That was among the most frightening experiences of my life.  And yet, we would never presume to begin to understand or relate to the daily battles others face around the world, many just to survive.

One of the many things that drew me to my wife initially was her heart for others.  We live blocks from Vanderbilt University Medical Center and Children’s Hospital.  My wife makes a point of following the plights of cancer-stricken children who fight their battles there, through online blogs and by visiting them in person.  I can’t begin to fathom what it’s like to have your 3-year-old daughter tell you that it hurts when she breathes, only to learn that a cancerous tumor the size of a grapefruit is pushing her heart up against her ribs.  I can’t begin to imagine the daily small victories and large defeats both the child and the parents experience in the months and years of treatment they all endure.

I guess the bottom line is simply that life, every single day of it, is a gift.  This “death void” is going to come to an end, of that I’m sure.  When it does, I will do the things that many do when faced with death’s mortal sting.  I will hurt.  I will weep.  I will reminisce.  I will miss.  I will cling to the ones I love.  I will pray.  I will give thanks.  I will celebrate the life of the one who has passed.  And for me personally, I will rest in the knowledge that my Lord Christ Jesus has already defeated death on the cross, and that my loved one is resting in His holy presence.

 
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