Quote #24

“We’d all like to vote for the best man, but he’s never a candidate.”
- Kin Hubbard

Oh boy. Here we go.

I guess it was “Super Tuesday” or something today. In case you haven’t picked up on it before, I’m not really that into politics. Politicians and their squabbling bother me. I know they do a lot of important work too, or at least they fill a necessarily evil position (or is it a necessary evil?). Either way, they all bother me.

Since this is a presidential election year, I’ll probably share quite a few political quotes with my thoughts. I have several.

This quote’s straight forward and requires little to no explanation.

I can never pick which candidate to vote for because they are all made of plastic, full of hot air and empty calories, prone to flattery and lies, and their singular goal is to make me want them to lead me – not to fix problems. I don’t want a leader who is willing to do all of that political malarkey to get my vote. I would fight my way through a zombie apocalypse to get to the polls if a candidate seemed truly honest, sincerely interested in reason and logic, benevolently invested in improving the country, and made little to no effort to win people over with butt-kissing and nitpicking. The butt-kissing and nitpicking over insignificant issues always turns me off. So they can all forget about my vote until someone comes around who deserves it.

Published in: on March 6, 2012 at 7:49 pm  Comments (1)  
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Quote #22

“Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.”
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

I will have to do something that isn’t Ralph Waldo Emerson next time. The thing is, he’s just got so many good quotes out there, and many of them are among my favorites.

This particular quote is on my mind right now because of something I am currently witnessing between… people I know.

Of course, because this is a free and public Internet, I am going to attempt to be as impartial as I can in relaying the circumstances and how they relate to my quote, but given the topic at hand, I will have no choice but to present one party as having acted favorably in regards to the subject.

Our story begins in a lush, yet remote forest clearing. There, at the edge of the clearing, were three small houses packed tightly next to each other, side by side. The front doors all shared a sidewalk, and the back doors all opened up to a small space for a yard. The middle house had a fence around the backyard space, but the other two did not.

From left to right, in the first house there lived a short Asian man and his wife. They had a small child and a dog. The dog was well-liked by his family, and he took good care of them. He was very protective of his family.

In the middle house there lived a very tall man from England. He and his short wife had two dogs that got along well. The dogs were good friends, and they were both carefree, happy dogs. They didn’t get to run free often, but they enjoyed their fenced-in yard and loved sitting on the couch despite being told not to do it.

Finally, on the far right, there lived a medium sized man with his wife and two children. They tried as hard as they could to be good, quiet neighbors, but the rigors of family life often resulted in a slammed door or a loudly spoken word here or there. The medium sized man and his wife enjoyed the company of the tall man, and had often had pleasant exchanges with the short Asian man’s family.

Perhaps the only potential problem in the small neighborhood existed because of a law set by the town to which the houses belonged. All dogs were required to be on a leash when not contained within a fenced yard. Where the short man came from, dogs were allowed to run free, and his dog was well-behaved. He saw no reason to keep his dog tied up or fenced in. Most of the time the dog was inside the home, but when they went for walks or took the dog out for any other reason, the man never had the dog on a leash.

This didn’t cause problems most of the time, and so the neighbors largely tolerated the behavior. Then, one day, the dog was out alone and the medium sized man’s wife walked too close to the dog. He became startled, and being close to his owner’s properties, he became territorial. He growled at the woman, and this frightened her. She told her husband of the incident, but the husband declared that the dog was simply being protective of his territory. Surely it wasn’t anything to be concerned about.

All three men worked for a large business situated just outside the forest. They each worked slightly different schedules, but often passed each other while going about their duties at work.

One day when all three neighbors were home, the Asian man decided to relax with his dog while listening to his music. There he sat, his dog at his feet and his music drifting gently through the air, soaking in the loveliness of his home and enjoying the relaxation.

Suddenly, his music was drowned out by the sound of his wife cleaning the home. He turned up the volume a little until he could make out the sounds again. Returning to his favorite chair, he closed his eyes and began to relax once more.

Next door, at the tall man’s house, the wife was watching a television show when the sound of the Asian man’s music forced her to turn up the volume.

The Asian man heard the television volume go up next door, and became angry because he could no longer hear his music. So he turned it up.

The tall man heard the music volume go up again, and decided it was just too loud. He couldn’t hear himself thinking over the noise of the music and the television show.

Calmly he knocked on his neighbor’s door and requested that they turn the volume down.

Pride, immaturity, selfishness, and feelings of entitlement seized control of the two men. What might have been a simple compromise or act of tolerance quickly escalated into a war of unheard of proportions in that region. Both parties complained loudly and freely to their friends, family, and coworkers.

The battles raged on for several long weeks before the problem became an issue at their place of employment. Their management had to get involved because the bickering and squabbling became a barrier to effective work output for both men.

A meeting was held, a compromise was thought to have been reached, and the two men begrudgingly shook hands and parted ways.

Several months passed. On a couple of rare occasions the two men had arguments over the dog running free, over volume levels, or over anything else they could manage to argue about. The medium height neighbor on the far right rarely heard anything from either neighbor, and largely presumed the conflict to have ended.

By this time, both the tall and the medium neighbor had experienced several run-ins with the short man’s growling dog. The dog had grown slightly more bold and aggressive, and he often patrolled the sidewalk in front of the three houses as though the entire neighborhood were his. The tall neighbor, of course, brought this to the attention of the short neighbor, but it quickly turned into more bickering. The medium man simply felt that it wasn’t his job to tell a grown man to obey the law. He simply decided to hope that some kind of law enforcement officer would happen to see the dog loose one day. Surely justice would be served then.

The tall man, though, perhaps because of his culture and possibly due to his nature as a man who had a deep sense of personal responsibility and accountability, much preferred knowing that he had done all that he could to resolve problems before they became worse.

Unfortunately, the short man greatly resented being told what to do and how to do it. He was glad for his independence and autonomy, and he had no intention of letting the taller man boss him around.

And so, the squabbling began again.

Now, the tall man had many friends, including the medium sized man and his wife. One evening the tall man invited most of his friends over to his house for a party. They played games, they ate food, and they enjoyed each other’s company late into the night. Occasionally, the party-goers let out exclamations of excitement over events in their games, or their conversation became passionate to the point of loudness. The medium man and his wife were sleeping during the party, having stopped by to say hello earlier in the evening, but retired early to ensure they could get enough rest to deal with their children in the morning.

The noises of the party were not enough to wake or disturb anyone in the house on the right, but on the left the bitter short man decided he had heard enough. He called the law enforcement agency and requested that the party be silenced at once.

This action, of course, angered the tall man, and he also decided he had put up with enough. So he went to the city officials and began to file a request to have the short Asian man evicted from his home.

The tall man was not silent about his actions, of course. He told anyone who would listen. And so once again the management found out about the fighting. And once again meetings were held.

This time the management had also decided they had seen enough. So they appointed a mediator to hear the evidence from both sides and make a decision on what should happen to the two men, how justice should be served, and perhaps even who was at fault.

Clearly both men had exhibited copious amounts of angry behavior ranging from name-calling to noise-making.

Now, we will skip ahead to the end of the hearings before discussing how this relates to the quote.

In the end, the tall man’s actions were nearly entirely ignored. An investigation was launched into one or two comments he had made in anger that could be considered racist, though he may not have intended them to be. By the end of the hearings most observers agreed that it didn’t matter much since he had clearly behaved himself in a more mature and controlled manner.

The short man though was condemned for his actions. He was punished quite severely and many people felt he could have been punished further.

It’s almost hard to believe that the punishment would be handed out so unevenly given that both parties behaved with immaturity and anger. It’s true that the only real law broken was that of the dog being off the leash, but surely all of the bickering between them couldn’t be blamed on just one of them, could it?

What was the difference between the two that decided the difference between their punishments? Common sense and plain dealings.

Long before the formal investigations with the mediator, the tall man decided that he would be straight forward and plain in his dealings with the mediator. He had also been plain in his dealings with the short man, despite the anger that motivated some of his less fortunate actions. And so, he resolved to continue to deal plainly and honestly with the situation, since common sense dictated that he couldn’t be punished if he hadn’t done anything legally wrong.

And so, in the course of the proceedings, the tall man was honest, plain and open about his actions. He admitted to using strong, angry language. He admitted to everything that he did that he felt was wrong.

The short man, on the other hand, took the stance of denying that he had done anything wrong. When asked about his dog, he replied that he had a cat. When shown evidence that he had a dog, he replied that he always kept the dog chained up. When presented with evidence that the dog was often loose, he was caught in his lies. And so it was with everything else. He spun webs and webs of lies attempting to hide his wrongs and paint a picture in which he had been a victim rather than an aggressor and a bickering neighbor. Lies, he discovered, could not hide what he really was.

And so when the lies about his own behavior began to fail, he sought to destroy the tall man with wild accusations. He lied about how noisy the tall man was, he accused the tall man of hating him due to his being Asian, and he did everything he could to discredit the tall man’s position of honesty. But the tall man had been honest, and he had evidence to support his honesty. The lies could not destroy the honesty of the tall man.

The short man was astonished at the tall man’s common sense and at his plain dealings. The mediator was astonished as well, and all involved took note of the virtues of common sense and plain dealings.

May we always practice common sense and deal plainly with our fellow man.

Quote #17

“What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.”
- Thomas Carlyle

Books and their relationship to people have been on my mind a lot in the last few hours. I’m consumed with these thoughts, and the only way to free my mind is to type them all out. I’ll get to my feelings on this quote specifically in a moment, but first we have to take a little trip down story lane.

It all started when my daughter (she’ll be two in a few weeks) pointed at a picture of someone and said, “crying.” This has been a theme with her. It’s no exaggeration to say that she is obsessed with the idea of crying. Every time she hears it she perks up and talks about it excitedly. Even when she herself is upset and crying due to hurt feelings or bruised body parts, she says, “I like crying.” She thinks every picture has someone or something crying in it, and she likes crying no matter who is doing the crying and no matter the reason. It’s her passion, I suppose.

Tonight, just before dinner, she mentioned crying again. I turned to my wife and said, “If I ever wrote a book about our daughter’s life, it would be titled, The Whole World is Crying.” My wife laughed, because there really isn’t a better way to sum up the oddly sadistic, slightly hidden side of her character.

We went on to joke a little about what we would title the book about our rambunctious six-year-old. I think I liked, I’m Not Bouncing Off the Walls, They’re Bouncing Off Me” best. The conversation went into remission at that point, but the idea ran wild in my head.

I brought the topic back up later after the books and people comparison had been swirling around in my brain for a while. You see, I’ve always been somewhat fond the idea of people as books, and of the “don’t judge a book by its cover” axiom. This fondness probably stems from my ability to make accurate predictions of traits a person possesses based on my initial observation of their outward appearance and behaviors. Essentially, I view people as books, and I do indeed judge them (initially, at least) by their covers.

However, when I began to wonder about what title I would give to a book about my wife, I couldn’t come up with just one. In fact, I came up with two (off the top of my head).

My wife and I have this running joke that she’s a very intelligent individual, but her communication skills are surprisingly poor at times. I once offered in jest that English must not be her first language, which, in reality, couldn’t be further from the truth. Also, she’s endlessly fascinated with different cultures, social behaviors and world politics, so I titled one of her books, I Love Your Country but I Don’t Speak the Language.

I titled her other hypothetical book, Ear to the Ground with My Eyes Shut. She’s like an old Indian tracker with her ear to the ground listening, able to tell that there are exactly three hundred men, fast approaching, some on horseback, accompanied by one hundred members of her own tribe. However, if she’d open her eyes and look out at the horizon, she’d realize that it’s actually a war, and if she doesn’t move soon, the whole battle will be right on top of her. She might not feel entirely flattered by the idea, but she knows it’s the truth, and it’s one of many things that I love about her.

Its obvious that adults cannot be summed up in the title of just one book. Adults represent a collection of books.

As I transitioned from thinking of book titles to sum up the people in my life to the next phase of my train of thought, this quote about books making up who we are entered my mind. To me, this quote is beautiful because I love to read and learn from the wonderful treasures of knowledge that are stored up in books. My formal education feels petty in comparison to the vast hordes of knowledge I’ve amassed from reading good books. It’s striking to me that, apart from my family relationships and friendships, the only thing I’ve acquired on earth that is of any value to me is my knowledge (something I’ve been well aware of in principle my whole life, but it never really “hit” me in this context).

So books take on this whole new level of meaning in the grand scheme of humanity and life, and my train of thought continued to…

I realized that chewing gum is the most pointless creation ever devised by man, and we’d be a lot better off if it were abolished from the face of the planet. That’s a discussion for another day, though.

Wouldn’t it be beautiful, I decided, if a memorial bookshelf were erected in my honor when I parted this world? It could be filled with all of my favorite books according to a list I maintained while alive. Then, when a friend or family member visited the bookshelf, I could continue to offer them wisdom and knowledge from my favorite volumes. Heck, I could even throw some fiction in there to entertain them. And with my ambitions to write, my memorial bookshelf could feature an entire section of books authored by myself.

The idea warmed my heart.

Then it went a step further. Families could own and maintain a family library. It would be a place to erect these memorial bookshelves. Then you’d have one place to go that would be filled with rows and rows of the books that your fathers and grandfathers loved.

In fact, right now I’m pondering the prospect of sending an email to all of my family members asking them to include a list of about two dozen of their their favorite books in their wills. When they die, I could build beautiful, handcrafted bookshelves in their honor (or find suitable shelves on eBay and have the loved-one’s name engraved on them), and fill them with the books that they loved. Then, when I am wealthy, I could buy a plot of land, build a library, and call it the Haddad Memorial Library. I could appoint a board (similar to a board of trustees) to be caretakers to the library, and charge them with doing everything it takes to ensure the library’s continuous maintenance and operation for all of eternity.

What a legacy that would be! I’m afraid I’m just being fanciful and romantic though. In today’s world it would never catch on.

While my ideas may not catch on, I do feel that I’ve brought up some thought provoking questions that you should ask yourself.

First, if what we become depends on what we read, what are you becoming?

Second, if a book were written about your life, what title could it be given that would offer an at-a-glance look into your personality? If you come up with something witty, intense, horrific, humorous or average, I’d like to hear it! Please leave your book title in the comments (I won’t steal it, I promise).

Finally, if a memorial bookshelf were to be erected for you tomorrow, what books would you want on its shelves?

Published in: on January 21, 2010 at 1:54 am  Comments (1)  
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Quote #1

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”
- Aristotle

 

I was talking with a friend today about this very subject.  All too often people are shocked when I share some of the thoughts that I have.  For this reason, I rarely share the thoughts I have with people unless A) the thoughts are tame or B) I know that person already accepts that I am a loon.

Just because you’ve never thought those strange thoughts yourself, or just because those strange thoughts may not be completely acceptable do you think that I never should have thought them in the first place?  I have a good, educated brain in my head, not a lazy one.  I am perfectly capable of entertaining thoughts without them posing a danger to my character or desires.

One of the teachings of my religion that I enjoy very much is the knowledge that we will be judged (by God) on the basis of both our actions and our desires.  The problem for most people is that desires are the product of becoming obsessed with a thought.  So, if you have a thought that is not good, it is best to avoid entertaining it so as to avoid the problem thought escalating into a desire that could one day manifest itself in your actions (thoughts are the seeds of desire and the fruit of desire is action).

However, what if you are able to entertain the thought with no risk of that thought becoming a desire?  You might successfully argue that nobody is completely immune to their thoughts becoming desires, so it is best to entirely avoid certain thoughts that could one day mature into horrible acts.  I agree.  I would never entertain thoughts of adultery, domestic violence or anything else for which I would not ever be able to forgive myself.

However, entertaining thoughts of other taboo subjects is acceptable for the educated mind, so long as the discipline to contain those thoughts and control them exists.  So, I shall continue to entertain the thought that I would make a good criminal and the idea that I really should have taken the bounty hunter’s career path several years ago, because mine is an educated mind with the power to prevent such thoughts from spawning desires that would get me into trouble.

Of course, the quote also refers to the idea that an educated mind can consider beliefs, thoughts and ideas that are not its own without accepting them or believing them.  I can entertain, in my mind, the teachings of another religion without accepting them.  (My friend, by the way, is very good at this.)

It’s just more fun to think about hacking the bank and living in Mexico with a trillion dollars to blow on video games, electronics, junk food, jets and a massive collection of books.

Published in: on September 11, 2008 at 3:58 am  Comments (2)  
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