Friday, May 01, 2009

"The Unthinkable: Who Survives When Disaster Strikes -- And Why" by Amanda Ripley



What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the midst of a disaster? A shooting on campus, a plane going down in an icy river, a hurricane making landfall, or the ultimate terror of a plane crashing into your building? That's what Amanda Ripley set out to answer in her book The Unthinkable, examining eyewitness and first-person accounts of people who survived disasters.

Ripley takes a look at our responses, from freezing and remaining completely immobile, to going back to collect things and calm interactions (after terrorists flew into the World Trade Centers, people went to their desks to get a few things, then helped each other down the stairs with an "after you" attitude) to the completely inexplicable acts of heroism. She looks at things from a societal and biological perspective and offers insights into human behavior with a critical and scientific eye.

I am still not sure how much I "enjoyed" this book, but it certainly was eye-opening. Further, The Unthinkable offers insights that enable readers to gauge their own possible responses in a disaster. One of the key findings is that people who survive such moments, and who act well in them are those who have actually considered what they might do in a given situation, how they might escape it, and even how they might help others survive.

I'd suggest paging through this book. And pay attention the next time you're on a plane and the stewards are going over the safety instructions and pointing out exits. It's one of the biggest determinants of who lives and dies in an air disaster. You're welcome.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Word of the Day

Little Fish strikes again, with another gem. Today's word was found in Church while Pastor Troy spoke about yearning. Little Fish came up with:

Urining [yur'-eh-ning] -noun
1. deep longing to go to the bathroom
2. an instance of such longing.

Ex. I drank a lot of water earlier, then experienced a deep urining in the middle of the meeting.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Harry Kalas

I was watching the video tribute to former Phillies announcer Harry Kalas and thinking about almost 40 years of baseball with him. My brother and I used to play wiffle ball in the back yard and we would break out our baseball card collection and choose up our teams by position. The thing was, you then had to hit and play like the player you were emulating. I liked Phil Neikro because I got to throw a knuckleball, which is an amazing thing when you have it working with a wiffleball. I also like Steve Carlton because he was a Phillie and he threw hard. My brother used to grab the Joe Morgan card, convinced that the "chicken flap" of the arm before hitting made the ball go farther when he got into one...more than once "Joe Morgan" parked it in the neighbor's backyard, by rule, a homerun. And we announced the game, trying to sound like a real announcer, trying to sound like Harry.

I don't usually get all maudlin about the passing of celebrities, but by all accounts Harry Kalas was a gem precisely because he was not a celebrity. Person after person speaks about his approachability, his humility and his simple love for his beloved Phillies and the game they played. I remember summers at my Uncle Charlie's shucking corn by a transistor radio while he chain-smoked unfiltered Pall Malls in a blue haze; I remember driving in the front seat of my dad's car with no seatbelt with "the game" on; and I remember the wiffleball games in the backyard with "Joe Morgan" squaring off against Steve Carlton. And the constant was the call of the announcer, the only one my brother and I had ever known: Harry Kalas.

I'm going to miss him.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Word of the Day

Little Fish has inhereted the love of words Mrs. Fish and I share, including inventing new words when existing ones don't suffice. To wit, I offer you:

Slethy [sleth - ee] adjective, sleth⋅i⋅er, sleth⋅i⋅est
1. The feeling resulting from an excess of mucous, particularly as it settles at the back of the throat
2. the way your throat feels after slugging orange juice or milk
3. that icky feeling you get between your throat and your stomach when running, especially in the rain or in humid weather.

Ex. I felt slethy when I ran tonight, and I only got slethier when I drank orange juice afterwards.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Let Me Win...

...but if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt. My buddy Vern made this video of a local Special Olympics event, featuring his daughter and the other athletes who competed that day. Absolutely awesome. Go Kaitlin!

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Don't Drink and Drive...Idiot!

I have to think the 911 operator saved him from a Darwin Award...

Friday, April 03, 2009

We're Number 66!


That's right, baby! Okay, so it might not be one shining moment, but it does put a stamp of authentication on a program that was at best an afterthought and at worst an embarrassment for years in Happy Valley. We Are...Penn State!

Thursday, April 02, 2009

For Those of You Keeping Score at Home...


...I ran the get Your Rear in Gear 5K in 28.32. Not bad, and I was pleased I 1) finished and 2) did it in less than 30 minutes. While the road to recovery is long, it's nice to be out and running again. Nicer still that the weather has decided to start helping a little as well.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

WE Are....Penn State!

Okay, it might seem a little strange to be vying for the bragging rights to say, "We're number 66!" but that's exactly what the NIT Basketball Tournament is all about. That having been said, my Nittany Lions are still in it, advancing to the Final 4 to face Notre Dame tonight.

Right now, it looks like they'll hang on to beat the Domers, so it's on to the Finals: Go Lions!

Proofreading...

If you're sending out letters to thousands of people across the country, announcing the launch of your new corporate identity, check the spelling and punctuation. It's not too much to ask, even in this day and age...

Yes, I Live...

...just trapped under a pile of work. In the latest "Don't Be That Guy" I offer you this:

When you go to a dinner to honor outstanding student achievement, and the student of the moment is at your table, don't go on and on about your work. Take a moment to ask said student about themselves. You might learn something interesting. Like that she studied a semester in France. Or that she wants to go back there to teach English. Or that her sorority is not the drink-your-face-off variety, but the we're-holding-a-dance-contest-to-support-Ronald-McDonald-House variety. Or that the thing that keeps her and her parents close is she always felt they always LISTENED to her. If you close the piehole, you'll get that. Just sayin' don't be THAT guy.

Oh yeah. If your phone has a rock anthem for its ringtone, rest assured the only person amused or interested by that is you. The other people listening to the guest speaker are the least amused...unless you count the guest speaker himself. Don't be rock-anthem-ringtone-guy.

And, if you're the guest speaker, at least TRY to be interesting. Please....

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Get Your Rear in Gear: Philadelphia

"The art of being sick is not the same as the art of getting well. Some cancer patients recover; some don’t. But the ordeal of facing your mortality and feeling your frailty sharpens your perspective about life. You appreciate little things more ferociously. You grasp the mystical power of love. You feel the gravitational pull of faith. And you realize you have received a unique gift – a field of vision others don’t have about the power of hope and the limits of fear; a firm set of convictions about what really matters and what does not. You also feel obliged to share these insights – the most important of which is this: There are things far worse than illness – for instance, soullessness."
---Tony Snow


The doctor gave me a green light to start working out again last week. FINALLY. So, I spent this week slllllooooowwwwwllllly ramping up. I did't want to push anything or rush anything, so just some nice easy jogs around the block and some time on the bike.


Tomorrow I am going to run in my first race since last year, a 5K in Philadelphia called Get Your Rear in Gear. It's a race to raise awareness of colon cancer and to raise money to fight it. I got a shout from one of the race organizer's Tony Snow's sister, Jennifer. Since colon cancer claimed her brother, she has been seeking ways to beat cancer back, and so she naturally called on her experience as a racer and triathlete. I am so excited to be part of the First Get Your Rear in Gear: PPhiladelphia race. Needless to say, I won't be racing (the time off has made me fat and slow) but I will be finishing....for Tony, for Jennifer, and for those fighting everywhere.

Men's Group

I go to a men's Bible study every first and third Saturday. Some weeks I come away with more than others, but it's always a good opportunity to get together with a bunch of my friends and get ground.

Anyway, this week we tackled Matthew 23, and at some point God put this on my heart: People would like Christians more if we focused on what we are for and spent less time on what we are against.

Friday, March 20, 2009

First Day of Spring

"If you don't like the weather in Central Pennsylvania, wait five minutes."
---Old adage


So, today it was in the 50s, approaching 60 degrees, then dropped off dramatically in the afternoon. At which point it started to snow. Then warmed again. And has now dropped to near freezing.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Monday, March 16, 2009

Lorica: The Morning Prayer of St. Patrick


I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation.

I arise today
Through the strength of Christ's birth and His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In preachings of the apostles,
In faiths of confessors,
In innocence of virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of the sun,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of the wind,
Depth of the sea,
Stability of the earth,
Firmness of the rock.

I arise today
Through God's strength to pilot me;
God's might to uphold me,
God's wisdom to guide me,
God's eye to look before me,
God's ear to hear me,
God's word to speak for me,
God's hand to guard me,
God's way to lie before me,
God's shield to protect me,
God's hosts to save me
From snares of the devil,
From temptations of vices,
From every one who desires me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone or in a mulitude.

I summon today all these powers between me and evil,
Against every cruel merciless power that opposes my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul.
Christ shield me today
Against poison, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that reward may come to me in abundance.

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye that sees me,
Christ in the ear that hears me.


I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through a confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation

---St. Patrick (ca. 377)

Rough One...

"Tell me why
I don't like Mondays..."

---Boomtown Rats


I'm home with my Little Fish who is running a temperature and feeling pretty ill. Fortunately, I have the kind of job where I can work from home at least part of the time and still be (mostly) effective.

Also, some of you know that I am a fan of PAVONE, a local advertising agency who does some really cool work. I just found out from a friend of mine, who is a principal there, that four of their people were heading down to Spring training when they had a terrible accident. Three of them were injured; one was injured severely enough to be placed in ICU, but is expected to survive. A fourth member was killed.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the PAVONE family. If you have a moment, and you're in the habit of saying prayers, remember them, if you would...

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Word of the Day

Misteak mis⋅take   /mɪˈsteɪk/ verb, -took, -tak⋅en, -tak⋅ing.
–noun
1. an error in action, calculation, opinion, or judgment caused by poor reasoning, carelessness, insufficient knowledge, or a couple of glasses before dinner.

2. an error in ordering the steak special at a fancy restaurant without first finding out how much it costs, recognizing the ommission on the staff member's part may have been intentional.

See also $50.00 for a New York Strip and French fries.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

My Word of the Day

Here's today's word of the day:

Ewconomy ew⋅con⋅o⋅my   /ewˈkɒnəmi/ plural -mies, adjective, adverb
–noun
1. the lack of prosperity or earnings of a place. Related to ickonomy, the lowest state of all things financial.