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Expectations, n. things looked forward to; things regarded as likely to happen

All right; I’ll admit it right up front. The main reason we chose Hawaii as the destination of choice for our honeymoon was because I wanted to go someplace exotic and out-of-the-ordinary. Having been born and raised in Houston, Texas, it was a place so far out of my experience that I knew it would make our first few weeks together all that more memorable. Thus, I had rather high expectations (and not just because it was our, you know, honeymoon).

Now, before I go on, let me just say this: the entire experience was far beyond anything I ever imagined. Although we spent all our time on Kauai (except for the airport on the big island), we still managed to pack in quite a bit of excitement, adventure, and wonderful experiences. Truthfully, it was enough to last us a lifetime.

I have to say, though; at the very beginning, my expectations took a bit of a beating.

Expectation #1: Nice Digs

For instance, we reserved a suite at this resort, complete with lanai (which is essentially a large balcony) and a king-sized bed. Naturally, we expected a nice place - I mean, this is Hawaii, right?

Well, the room was pretty nice, I’ll give it that. Although it was pretty much the usual tropical resort-type place, it did have a fantastic view of Hanalei Bay (the room in this particular photo is pretty much exactly like our room and our view), and the lanai had a nice table and chairs on which we ate breakfast every day. But (and this was a BIG ‘but’, baby!) it had a double bed, not a king!

Now, I can tell you from experience, someone my height won’t fit on a double bed. So we called the owner of the suite and complained (not that there was much that could be done about it at this point, but still). She didn’t seem bothered at all that she had lied to us about the size of the bed (we specifically asked for a king). I mean, she had our money, so there wasn’t much we could do.

But the kicker was when Mrs. MZM told her I was too tall for the bed. You know what the owner’s brilliant solution was? And I quote: “Oh, no problem; just pull the couch over to the end of the bed and he’ll have plenty of legroom.” Unquote.

Well, as I said, we had certain expectations as far as accommodations. Alas, the reality was somewhat, er, less.

Expectation #2: Sunshine

I’ve already written (earlier this week) about the fact that our stay was somewhat, er, “solar-radiantly-challenged”. (This photo is exactly what Hanalei Bay looked like. Except for the gray, rainy skies. And, er, brown water. Click on it for a spectacularly larger view.)

Hey, when you go to Hawaii (or any vacation island destination, for that matter) one generally assumes there’s going to be plenty of sunshine and blue skies. I mean, it’s in all the pictures, right? (Yes, I know it rains a lot in Hawaii; how else would that lush foliage survive? But they still generally have plenty of sunshine, too.)

Again, the reality was less that expected.

Expectation #3: Great Island Experiences

I think I also mentioned the fact that our visit happened to be during the “off” season. What that meant was that many of the quaint little shops were closed, and in fact a lot of the more “mainstream” tourist attractions were, too.

See, in Hawaii, there’s at least one experience you simply must enjoy; it’s the epitome of the Hawaiian experience: you must, at all costs, attend a luau. Usually, the biggest challenge is picking one; they’re literally everywhere (at least during the tourist season, that is).

An authentic luau can be quite elaborate, with wonderful entertainment, native costumes and the inevitable hula lessons (something you can’t avoid if you’re going to visit Hawaii). Naturally, the best ones are at night (flaming torches makes the best lighting), and held outdoors (that photo is the sort of thing we’d, um, hoped for).

Alas, because this was the, you know, off season, the choices were somewhat limited. In fact, there was only one available on the entire island! But, we shrugged and went anyway, hoping for the best.

Well, this one was held in a sortof large barn-like structure with open sides; not out in the open like we’d hoped. (Probably a good thing since it pretty much rained most of the time anyway.) And, it had electric lighting, no torches. To make matters worse, the food was really not all that great, and the man across from us was totally drunk and rather obnoxious; we could tell his wife was pretty embarrassed.

Ah, well; yet again, it was less than expected *sigh*.

The Key to Managing Your Expectations

By now you’re probably thinking to yourself, “Man, this guy has nothing good to say about anything! Who is he, anyway - that new superhero, BummerMan?” But hold on there, Buckaroos; we’re headin’ for a point if I can just figure out what it is (sound of crowd grumbling and getting restless).

OK; so here’s my point.

Expectations are good things to have; in fact, I’d even go so far as to say we need ‘em. They give a point of reference, and - dare I say it? - even something to hope for. They serve as indicators that let us know what we’d planned or expected would happen, actually has.

The problem, though, is that expectations can sometimes get, for want of a better term, too big for their britches. You know what I mean, right? Let’s say you’re planning something (it doesn’t matter what), and you’ve got every last detail worked out. I mean, there is absolutely nothing left to chance. Everything is going to go your way, and that way is… perfect.

Um… yeah.

You know it’s true: hardly ever does anything go perfectly. In fact, the more planning that’s required, the more likely whatever-it-is will go awry, if you know what I mean. You might as well just face the fact that life is never perfect. It follows, then, that if when you have expectations, then sometime, somewhere, you’re going to experience disappointment.

So what’s a person to do? Never ever plan, hope or even dream, again? No, of course not, ya big galoot (sound of fist pounding on desk)!

The key to managing any expectation can be summed up in one single word: flexibility. Yep; that’s the secret. And that one word is the thing that saved us from disappointment on our trip. Oh, don’t get me wrong; we were still disappointed when some of our expectations weren’t met; at least temporarily.

But by allowing ourselves to be flexible enough to creatively respond to each disappointment, we turned what could have been a not-so-great moment into one that, even now, still brings back fond and wonderful memories.

For instance, to this day we hardly remember that ridiculously short bed. What we do remember, though, are the breakfasts we enjoyed every morning on our lanai, surrounded by lush tropical vegetation and entertained by a couple of cardinals that seemed to think we had invaded their own personal space. They were so unafraid of us, they practically hopped in our laps as we ate!

And the lack of sun wasn’t really that much of a problem, either. It certainly didn’t stop us from checking out all the incredible sights: picturesque waterfalls, beautiful beaches, incredible mountain vistas and spectacular ocean views. (Although because of the constant rain, all our pictures came out sorta dark and gloomy.) But because we were willing to stay flexible in all things, why, everywhere we went, we’d stumble across yet another surprise (like, f’rinstance, that time we accidentally stumbled - literally! - upon a couple of nude sunbathers!)

Expectations can be good; they give you something to look forward to. But managing your expectations with a liberal dose of flexibility will allow you to enjoy life so much better. That way, even when things don’t - quite - go like you expect, well, you can still have an experience just as good (or even better).

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Yes, today marks the 26^th Anniversary of the day Mrs. MZM and I gazed into each other’s eyes and proclaimed to all who happened to be present those two powerful, life-changing little words: “I do.”

I find it rather appropriate, then, that we just sorta happened to end this series of posts with that particular word, flexibility. Honestly; it wasn’t planned.

But if there were one single word that characterized how Mrs. MZM and I have coped with the ups and downs of our years together, it would be that one. Of all the blessings God could have given us, that one quality is what continues to turn every day into an amazing adventure that never ends.

You know, I am still completely overwhelmed with the amazing and wonderful fact that, of all the people God put on this planet, this wonderful woman agreed (finally!) that I was the one - and said “YES!”

That is something for which I will be forever grateful.

Happy Anniversary to the Love of My Life!

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For the rest of our Hawaiian Honeymoon adventures, see:

Hawaiian Honeymoon, Part 1: Dignity; Always Dignity

Hawaiian Honeymoon, Part 2: When Skies Are Grey

Hawaiian Honeymoon, Part 3: Underwhelmed

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NOTE: To further celebrate our upcoming Anniversary this week (May 1), I’m sharing some of our honeymoon adventures.

Despite the fact that Kauai is absolutely chock-full of remarkably beautiful sights, we still managed to find a few that left us somewhat, er, underwhelmed at best. (Question: I know it’s possible to be overwhelmed, but can one simply be “whelmed”? But I digress.)

Old Russian Fort

For instance; remember that main road I mentioned earlier? Our trusty guidebook (yes, the same one that led us to the infamous Barking Sands) mentioned that somewhere on the southwest part of Kauai was an old Russian fort; the only one in Hawaii. Well, this seemed worth visiting, so we headed on over.

Off the main road, we discovered a sign confirming our arrival. There was nothing else in sight except a small parking area, in which ours was the only car. Hmmm… obviously not exactly a tourist hotspot, but what the hey.

Although there were no directions, a rough path lead us toward a clump of low trees and overgrown vegetation. After walking for about 5 minutes or so, we found ourselves surrounded by low, heavily weed-covered mounds. Within another few minutes, we came across a sign detailing the history of the fort, and it was then we realized we had been walking right through the middle of it!

I mean, c’mon! Granted, it’s a genuine chapter in Hawaii’s history, but in the condition it’s in, it’s not exactly exciting, you know? In fact, the only reason we remember it at all is the actuality was so much less than promised!

Spaulding Monument

One of the things we discovered on Kauai, and was later confirmed during our stay on Aruba, is that when you’re on a small island, there are only so many things worth looking at. Although Kauai is seven times larger than Aruba (552 square miles vs. 75), only a small part of it is easily accessible by car (the island is basically one big, and luckily extinct, volcano). So we ended up with little more than the same area to explore. (Besides, since we were on our honeymoon, I had no desire to try more physical means of exploration, such as hiking, etc.; I mean, you understand, don’t you?)

Anyhoo, it got to the point where we were almost desperately searching for something new to see. Therefore, every time we found a road we hadn’t explored yet, we just pointed the car and went.

Well, this one time, the road we picked at random (the ocean was the other direction, so at least we knew there wouldn’t be a big wet surprise at the end of it!) seemed to just go on and on. For several miles at least, we drove down this dirt road seeing nothing but cane fields on either side. And, just to make things more interesting, the cane was so tall and dense (at least 8-9 feet) there were no landmarks, either. It was like an endless, roofless green tunnel.

Every so often, we looked at each other and asked ourselves, “Keep going, or turn around?” However, the spirit of adventure still being present, we kept going. Finally, we came upon a small sign that read: “Spalding Monument” with an arrow that pointed ahead. This struck us both as kinda funny, since there was clearly nowhere to go but straight ahead.

After a few more minutes (which seemed to take forever), we finally came upon a split in the road. There was a small cleared space in the “Y” that had a low, stone and concrete “thing” on it. “Aha!” we thought; “at last, the famous Spalding Monument!”

Well, once again, the promise, such as it was, was somewhat, er, less than expected. It turned out this particular monument had been erected by a former cane plantation owner to himself! Ah well, at least there was a great view, the cane having receded enough at this point.

Oh, well. All I can say is, if you ever visit Kauai, don’t bother with either of these two spots. I’m just sayin’.

Promises, Promises

So what can one learn from this, anyway? Well (and you no doubt knew this was coming), allow me to point out something.

Here’s the thing. When you make a promise, you need to make sure the promise is what it seems to be. By that, I mean make sure the recipient gets what he or she thinks they’re going to get. Notice, now; this is a little different from the statement, make sure the recipient gets what you promised.

Why the distinction? Well, you have to remember; perception is critical, especially when it comes to promises. That first statement is from the recipient’s point of view, while the second one is from yours. Here’s the question: Which one is more important?

I’ll leave you to make whatever application you want here, but suffice it to say, it’s important to make sure what they hear is what you meant to say.

See, when we saw something mentioned in the guidebook, we naturally assumed it would be actually something worth seeing. I mean, who wouldn’t? Thus, an implied promise was made. But, when we arrived, the result was disappointing at best. Although neither the book nor the signs made explicit promises (come see the stupendous Old Russian Fort! Thrill to the sight of the Spalding Monument!), in our minds there was at least a promise of value, so to speak.

The result is, of course, disappointment. Interesting, don’t you think, that those disappointments are still well-remembered, even 26 years later?

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For our other Hawaiian Honeymoon adventures, see:

Hawaiian Honeymoon, Part 1: Dignity; Always Dignity

Hawaiian Honeymoon, Part 2: When Skies Are Grey

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[NOTE: To further commemorate our upcoming Anniversary (May 1), this week I’m sharing some of our honeymoon adventures.]

You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You’ll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.

- First verse (of a surprisingly large number of verses) of You Are My Sunshine, the official song of the State of Louisiana.

If you’re anything like me (and if you are then you have my sincere condolences), you’ve probably experienced plenty of life’s ups and downs. Come to think of it, even if you’re nothing like me (and let me be the first to say, congratulations!), you’ve no doubt experienced what some pundit once called the “yo-yo of life”. (Hmm… could it have been… Yo Yo Ma? Sound of rimshot. Er, sorry.)

The fact is, everybody has what you might call sunny days, and some… well, no so much. The $64,205,178 question of the day, then, is, how do you handle it when things just don’t seem to be working out the way you expected?

Welcome to “Sunny” Hawaii

26 years ago, Mrs. MZM and I spent 10 days on the island of Kauai in the Hawaiian Islands. Now, for those of you who didn’t know; besides being called the “the Garden Isle”, it is also known as, among other things, the “honeymoon island” because so many couples either get married or spend their honeymoons there. (We happened to be in that latter category.)

Without a doubt, Kauai is an amazingly beautiful island. And don’t get me wrong; I’m not complaining - we had an absolutely wonderful time. But there was this one little, minor, niggling detail…

See, two years prior to our arrival, Mt. St. Helens (in Washington State) had spectacularly blown itself to smithereens, scattering billions of tons of ash into the atmosphere in a gradually dispersing cloud that eventually circled the planet. One of the long-term consequences of this event (yes, even two years later) was that it had caused (and was still causing) an unusual amount of rainfall in many places around the world, including the Hawaiian Islands.

Consequently, by the time we arrived, Kauai (which, ironically enough, is already home to the wettest spot on Earth) had already had a year’s worth of rainfall, and here it was only May! So, what would normally have been mostly-sunny skies with occasional rain tended to be, well, pretty gray with continual rain or drizzle most of the time. It was still incredibly beautiful, mind you; just… somewhat “solar-radiantly” challenged.

On the other hand… once or twice a day, the sun did manage to peek out from behind the clouds. Alas, the problem was it never seemed to coincide with our planned beach times, you know? Not to be deterred (hey, we’re in Hawaii, fer cryin’ out loud - we’re gettin’ some sun if it kills us!), we worked out a plan. (No, wait; let me put sneer marks around it: … we worked out a ‘plan’.)

See, we made sure we always had our swimsuits on, under our clothes, and never went anywhere without a fully-stocked cooler, a beach blanket, and towels. That way, whenever the sun popped out - well, we immediately made tracks for the nearest beach and flopped down to catch what few rays were available.

In this manner, we managed to get at least a couple of hours of tanning time in over our two-week stay.

What To Do When Skies Are Grey

And therein my friends, if you’ll pardon the expression, er, lie the keys to enjoying yourself (sorry), even when the skies aren’t sunny, and things don’t seem to be going as you’d like. Though trite and worn-out, the expression is nevertheless still so true: When life throws lemons at you, you can indeed make lemonade. Here’s how:

Plans - First off, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t make plans. I know it sounds elementary, but that’s how a lot of folks operate; they expect good things to happen to them, sortof “just because”. When we chose to go to Kauai for our honeymoon, there were lots of details to work out; things like where to stay, arranging for a car, what sights to see, etc. I mean, we didn’t just “show up”, you know. See, most good things take at least a little groundwork and planning. Besides (and trust me on this), you’ll enjoy and appreciate the good times more if you’ve worked for them, rather than just had them handed to you on a platter.

Flexibility - If there’s one thing those of us who’ve traveled extensively have proven, it’s that you have to allow some flexibility in your plans. It’s pretty much a guarantee that everything won’t go the way you think it will. And the amount of enjoyment you get out of life may very well be a measure of the amount of flexibility you’ve allowed in it, you know? One of the things we discovered upon our arrival in Kauai was that May is (or was, anyway) actually the off-season. Thus, some of the things we thought about doing simply weren’t available. Did it bother us? Well, not for more than a few moments; we simply chose to do something else - and had a great time.

Opportunity - It quickly became evident we’d have to be creative in order to get in some tanning time. So we prepared ourselves and simply waited for the opportunity to present itself. We made our plans (we always kept a map handy for the most direct route to the nearest beach); we kept ourselves flexible (we were willing to change our itinerary at the first glimmer of a sunbeam); and, when the opportunity presented itself, well, we hit the beach like the Allies at Normandy! Using this method eventually gained us enough beach time to get that famous Hawaiian tan.

OK; as we noted at the beginning, life certainly has its share of ups and down. Alas, there’s no shortage of disappointment when things don’t go our way. That is, as they say down on the funny farm (and here at the Zone, for that matter), life.

The challenge, however, is to take what life throws at you and see what you can make of it. One thing I can tell you for sure, though. If you practice these three principles, even incorporating them into your daily living, well, I think you’ll find that life can actually be a lot more interesting, and (dare I say it) even more fun!

So, the question of the day is, how do you handle it when things aren’t going the way you thought they should?

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For our other Hawaiian Honeymoon adventures, see:

Hawaiian Honeymoon, Part 1: Dignity; Always Dignity

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[NOTE: To help celebrate our upcoming Anniversary (May 1), this week I’m sharing some of our honeymoon adventures on the Hawaiian island of Kauai.]

Now, before I go on, let me just say to those of you who actually, you know, live in Hawaii, that I’d really appreciate it if you’d help me out here. After all, if anyone should know…]

Ever since I was a kid (um, that’s human, not goat), I’ve always wanted to visit exotic places. Like, er, Mars. Alas, despite the amazing advances in space exploration over the ensuing years, that opportunity has yet to present itself. The bottom line is, when it came time for our honeymoon, Mrs. MZM and I had to settle for something, well, a bit less exotic. So we went to Hawaii.

One thing I’ll say about Hawaii: that’s one place where, I’m telling ya, everything is exotic! The plants, the birds, the scenery - I mean, everything is such a far cry from the sort of things we usually see down in here in Texas (and pretty much the rest of the U.S.).

The Barking Sands

Y’know; when you’re on a relatively small island, at least you can never get lost. (‘Course, you can only go so far before you have to do your fish imitation, but I think you get my meanin’.) After all, on Kauai there’s really only one main road; it starts near Princeville (about the middle of the northern side) and goes clockwise about three-quarters of the way around the island to its westernmost point at Barking Sands. (The rest of the coastline is too rugged for wheeled vehicles.)

There were (and still are, of course!) plenty of great things to see on Kauai. Amazing waterfalls, lush tropical forests, beautiful beaches; we wanted to see it all. Naturally we had our own handy guidebook to show us what to see and do. Therefore, when the guidebook said we should visit Barking Sands, we did.

Now bear in mind, this was 26 years ago. I understand the public may not now be able to actually get to Barking Sands anymore since it’s a military base. (Was it a base back then? I don’t know.) But I do remember standing on the beach at Barking Sands and looking across the water at the island of Ni’ihau. It was late afternoon and very windy, and quite sobering to think the next landfall due west was Taiwan, about 5,000 miles away.

Anyway, I honestly don’t have that clear a recollection of the beach itself, other than it was, you know, picturesque. I mean, after you’ve seen so many beautiful beaches with incredibly white sand, they all sortof run together, if you know what I mean. But there was one thing the guidebook told us that, to this day is still a mystery. I sure wish we still had that book, because it’s something I’d really like to know. 26 years later, it still makes us wonder.

I don’t mind telling you, I’m fascinated by unusual place names. And by now you’re probably wondering, as we were, just how the heck did Barking Sands get its name? Was it in honor of an ancient chief’s dog? Perhaps it was the local equivalent to a dog park? Wait, I know - it was the annual migration point for barking seals, right?

Well, according to the guidebook, it was none of these oh-so-logical-sounding things. Nope; not even close. Now bear with me (like I said, it’s been 26 years), but to the best of our recollection, according to the book the name Barking Sands derived from “the distinctive sound the sand makes when thrown into the air”.

Yep; that’s what it said.

Now undoubtedly your brain is racing along, as ours did that day, quickly reviewing your high-school physics classes and attempting to find some measure of logic behind such a bizarre-sounding explanation. I mean, c’mon; we didn’t just fall of the turnip truck, you know. How could such a ridiculous thing possibly be true? Sound of a dog barking, indeed.

Mrs. MZM and I stood there for a few minutes, pondering the imponderable and contemplating the inevitable. Presently, she looked at me with all seriousness and said, “Well don’t look at me; I’m not doin’ it!”

So What Would YOU Do?

Yes, that indeed begs the question, doesn’t it?

On the one hand, we could have simply laughed and gone our way, never knowing if the act of tossing said sand upon the gentle breezes of the Hawaiian Main somehow magically caused a distinctive sound to whisper upon our amazed ears.

On the other hand, we could also be unwitting guests on the island version of Candid Camera, with a sneaky hidden camera nearby, ready to capture the spectacle of two idiotic tourists who believed anything they read in a book.

What to do, what to do?

Well, not being one to shy from a challenge (although I must admit to checking the area first to see if anyone was watching), I gathered as much dignity as I could muster, bent over and scooped up a double handful of sand, and flung it into the air. We both mightily cocked our ears in order to capture the slightest possible resulting and distinctive sound.

The result was pretty much as you would expect: nothin’.

We looked at each other for a moment with an I-told-you-so look, and I tried it again. Still nothin’. Ah, well. We moved on, back to see the rest of the wonders Kauai had to offer. To this day, I still have no idea if it was a prank or what, inserted into the guidebook just to see if anybody would fall for it. But I can tell you this; it certainly made for a memorable moment.

Still… maybe there’s a lesson here after all.

Dignity; Always Dignity

You know, most of us hate to look ridiculous, especially in front of other people (I mean, it’s bad enough when you’re alone!) But when you get right down to it, what’s the real harm? So what if someone else discovers the truth - that you’re just not all that? (One of the great humbling things about marriage is you can no longer hide it from your spouse.)

Take the upcoming SOBCon for instance. Last year, I remember it as a wonderful, exciting time; meeting new people and hearing some great speakers. In fact, it’s one of the things that helped clarify my purpose as a writer, and not “just” a blogger.

But in some ways, last year’s SOBCon was, well, a lot like a first date. I mean, there I was meeting these folks for the very first time, and naturally I wanted to present my best foot forward, so to speak. I made sure my shoes were shined (there was a handy machine for that in the men’s room), periodically checked my teeth for wayward bits of breakfast or lunch, and generally did my best to keep that watchword, dignity, in mind. Like I said; a first date.

As far as I know, nothing untoward happened (well, no unwitting faux pas that I can think of, anyway). Thus, mission accomplished. (‘Course, the downside is, being that stiff can make one come across with all the warmth of a piece of wood. Just ask Al Gore.)

But you know what I’ve discovered since then? It’s this: playing the fool isn’t so bad! After all, it’s one reason I can relax and have so much fun with my writing now. If you were to compare my earlier writing style with today’s, you’ll see that I certainly have a lot more fun - and consequently have made lots more friends over the last year - simply because I don’t mind acting silly.

Yep; there’s a lot to be said for being upright and dignified. And yes, as hard to believe as it may sound, I can manage it, if necessary. But, if you want to see the real me, well, just give me minute!

So how about it, folks? Are you sometimes afraid of letting go? Are you afraid of making a fool of yourself? Does clinging to your dignity occasionally cause you to miss out on having a good time?

Don’t you wish, for once, you could hear the sand go arf, arf, arf?

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OK; I know it’s a bit late, but if you’d like to come to SOBCon08, there’s still time to register (it’s May 2-4 in Chicago); just click the link for more details. If you do make it this year, come tap me on the shoulder and introduce yourself. Just look for the hat.

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Yes, I know; I rarely post anything on Saturdays. But there’s some great stuff coming up next week I just couldn’t wait to tell you about.

See, next week (May 1) is our 26^th Anniversary. And, just to commemorate the event, Mrs. MZM and I wanted to share some of the most memorable stories from our honeymoon in Hawaii. So check out Monday thru Thursday’s posts: Hawaiian Honeymoon, Parts 1-4.

Then, on Friday I leave for Chicago to attend this year’s SOBCon08. It promises to be quite the shindig, I’ll tell ya. If you plan on being there, be sure to look me up. Just look for the hat.

And finally, don’t forget that Monday, May 5^th is the first Monday of the month, and you know what that means, right? (Sound of crowd cheering.) Yep; it’s WILF Day! Don’t forget; I promised another little twist this month, so I’m just tellin’ ya now; you won’t want to miss it. And if you’re wondering what the topic is going to be, well… that would be telling!

See ya!

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Howdy, y’all! Hey, since next week is going to be something special (come back tomorrow and you can read all about it), I’m posting this month’s Great Quotes a bit earlier than usual.

So, if you find yourself searching for some encouragement, inspiration or perhaps even just a chuckle or two, you’ve come to the right place. I think you’ll agree they may even impart a bit of wisdom - along with a bit of fun!

Check these out:

• It is no good to try to stop knowledge from going forward. Ignorance is never better than knowledge. - Enrico Fermi
• Imagination is more important than knowledge. For while knowledge defines all we currently know and understand, imagination points to all we might yet discover and create. - Albert Einstein.
• Hanging is too good for a man who makes puns; he should be drawn and quoted. - Fred Allen
• We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. - Oscar Wilde
• I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it. - Thomas Jefferson
• It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important. - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
• You can’t keep blaming yourself; just blame yourself once and move on. - Homer Simpson
• We learn something every day, and lots of times it’s that what we learned the day before was wrong. - Bill Vaughan
• Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside a dog it’s too dark to read. - Groucho Marx
• That we are smarter than algae is a given. Whether we are wiser remains an open question. - Robert Frenay
• To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost. - Gustave Flaubert
• If a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk? - Laurence J. Peter
• The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. - Dorothy Parker
• There are no wrong decisions, only different paths. - Amy Palko

And finally, for a point to ponder on personal hygiene, I give you:

• People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing - that’s why we recommend it daily. - Zig Ziglar

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[NOTE: After the last two day’s exhaustive post (I don’t know about you, but I’m bushed!), I thought we might just have a quickie today.]

Have you ever gone to the trouble to thoroughly research something, expending tremendous effort to resolve an issue? Then, when you’ve gone as far as you can go, you just can’t help the feeling there’s something missing? Something, well, obvious staring you right in the face?

Don’t you just hate it when that happens?

Take the case of the Bedouins. In 1969, four scientists (all non-Bedouins) wondered why a group of Bedouins they knew all wore black robes and herded black sheep through the deserts of the Negev, one of the hottest places on Earth.

To the uninitiated, this would seem to be counterproductive, since even junior-high science students know that dark-colored objects absorb more sunlight that light-colored ones, causing them to get hotter. On the other hand, you’d think Bedouins would know the best ways to manage heat, right? After all, they lived there.

So, since they were, you know, scientists, they conducted an experiment, measuring the amount of heat that passed inwards towards the body of a nameless, but heroic, volunteer. While standing in the hot sun of the Negev, his body temperature was measured while he wore 1) a black robe, 2) a similar, but white, robe, 3) an army uniform, and 4) shorts.

As expected, the black robe absorbed more heat than the white one, reaching a much higher temperature (see the diagram). What was surprising, though, is the body underneath did not get any hotter! Our intrepid researchers discovered a black robe dissipated heat more quickly than a white robe, thus equalizing the heat to the wearer.

But if they’re equal, you ask, then why black and not white? Well that, as it turned out, is an animal of a different color.

We now turn to one of my favorite websites, Improbable Research (tagline: Research that makes people LAUGH and then THINK). There’s a note from investigator Mike Adams, who writes about that report, and he says, “Many years ago I heard Knut Schmidt-Nielsen, famous for his work on adaptations to desert conditions, talk about this. He said that he finally asked the Bedouins why they used black wool.

Their answer? ‘All of our goats are black’.”

Moral of the story: If your research subject can talk, well, it probably wouldn’t hurt to just ask ‘em!

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