Ravenclaw / ISTJ

I once interviewed for a Human Resources position with an agency dealing with state employment counseling. The director interviewing me was very much a cut-and-dry HR consultant which I quickly picked up how much of the corporate Kool-Aid they had consumed. There were several hints and statements on the accomplishment of me being a  Myers-Briggs, (MBTI) Certified partitioner.  It was transparent that this person was told to get someone certified, and thought it would be just easier if they hired a warm body that had already had it completed. 

They also attempted to slowly move the conversion into a quick and free classification of their personality. I was met with examples of their extroverted or introverted personality highlighted their career. Reading the writing on the office wall, I began to explain how the MBTI personality questions, with its skill to dynamically add understanding to one's personality drives and differences to a team's dynamics to improve a team's strengths, held no more benefit than the Hogwarts house sorting quiz. How the Sorting Hat had the same potential of identifying strength in personality traits in a team setting. My Ravenclaw status had just as much indication of my skills to a team group and any project being complete than my ISTJ. Clearly, the interviewer did not like my comparison of these two, equally as standard and relevant, programs. Let us say I left the interview happy to be proving my Ravenclawness and my J-ness. 

In thinking back to this encounter, I like to believe two things happened. One possibility is that there is an HR consulting firm utilizing the Harry Potter hat sorting quiz to build better teams, or there's a Reddit post labeled “Craziest interviews I ever had” that I made.   

 

To Build a Park - the Central 70 Project

I have become a little too attached to strange men. Well, construction workers. Well, highwaymen. highway-persons. I don’t know their pronouns, we’ve never met.

In the center of Denver Colorado, during the early 1960s, The state of Colorado decided to split a deeply rooted multicultural neighborhood right down the middle. This was done for two reasons. The area is getting too uppity in asking for rights, meaning the black and Hispanic culture of the time was gaining and claiming cultural significance. The second reason was they could not be bothered running a new interstate highway going from East to West just several miles north as this would mean bothering industry and a fledgling industrial area. So out came the bulldozers and in came a massive highway through churches and low-income homes. 

Flash-forward fifty years. The outdated and unsafe elevated highway had to go. With this project came words like “healing the wounds of a neighborhood” and “reunite the two halves”  This meant removing the unhealthy highway and helping rebuild a suppressed community.  Reroute the highway to the north where it should have been laid. Or, tunnel the highway under the residential portions. Orrrrrrrr. Just widen the highway and take more land and homes. The same homes that barely survived the 60’s bulldozers. The irony is that the city could not move the highway north as it proved too expensive to buy out the industry area that was just starting in this first highway game.

To paint a coat of understanding on the widening project, the highway is sunken below grade, with many, many cement crossings, and next to a school they are building a two-block park for the minority children to play during recess. Over the highway. Yep, if your family and culture are rooted in the community, your kids will soon get to take a recess on a grass field over I-70. Unlike you, who had to take recess next to an elevated interstate route. Oh, progress. But really it is the best answer to modernizing the area. 

The project of capping the highway is what I have been following. And by following, I mean obsessed. The “Central 70” project has a webcam which I have open on my work computer at all times. I’ve watched in real time the removal of elevated I-70 and building all the new bridges. I have watched the construction crews come and go and lay tons upon tons of concrete. I started naming the people about a year ago. I mean the “Construction Cam”  is far away so it’s tough to make most of them out. I usually identify them by the cars they drive and park on the already completed part of the covered highway. Some folks show up at the same time every day. They don’t work weekends, so the project is clearly not in a rush. And lunch is exactly from Noon to 1 PM. As they work in the art of rebar, I give them conversations. Mostly where they are going on vacation with the partners;  How KeyWest has lost its charm. How to improve the draining cycle of their dishwashers, and if they would ever climb one of the 14ers. They each live deep, spiritual lives. How could you not, after being crouched down twisting metal strap all day. 

Soon the construction will be over, and the re-development of the area will be done. And civil and city planners will pat themselves on the back and give each other awards for planning and implementing such a healthy and healing project. And then the low-income kids will take a recess on a grass-covered field over a highway, and breathe toxic fumes from the interstate.  

Central 70 Project

  

 

2022 Nerdventure

So what was my New Year's Resolution(s)? Since 2007 it seems that I list out my resolutions for the new year.  I don’t necessarily believe it’s healthy to only have plans to better oneself at the first of January, but an ongoing plan to grow into a better human should be our natural state. But hey, sure dedicate to a better plan at the first of the year. Who am I to judge?

My major resolve is to break up with Amazon. Yes, online shopping was the best plan during the 2020 pando, but I have become accustomed to click-click-click and new things appear at the door. I don’t feel I’m giving my money to the best company when I need USB cords, or a cat riding a narwhal into battle themed shower curtain. So I have promised that I will find alternative sources for items in my quest to fill my emotional pit of want and need with material goods. 

But, shopping via Amazon is nothing compared to my connection to the beast via technology. Mostly through lightbulbs. Well, and smart, talking home assistants. As you know I started with smart-home tech way, way, way back. Being able to time and remotely switch lighting was the ultimate in cool for me. The ramped up tremendously in the early teens. Around 2015 I invested heavily in a system using local networks and internet hubs to automate lights, sensors and really anything that was home techie. Without going into too much technical detail every light in my house was automated. This means that Amazon’s home assistant could operate via voice control. I could ask Amazon to turn on the bedroom lights to a pre-set scene while I walked down the hall to the bedroom. It really is amazing. 

The future technology of never touching a light switch also means that Amazon’s networks have access to my home network.In simplistic terms.  And more and more it’s striking me as odd. I’m not even sure why. Yes, the assistant is listening 24/7 to human speech, waiting for the command word, but it's also about having an internal network versus a cloud somewhere. So….. this means I have to learn stuff. And I always avoid learning new stuff. I will now have to learn PC stuff, as you know I’m a mac fangirl. So here goes my 2022 nerdventure. Wish me luck as I learn home automation tech. Godspeed. 

Gymuary.... Again

Ah, it's Gymuary again. The seasons just fly by until this time of year when suddenly the gym parking lot is filled with cars and the aimless individual's, in their new $200 control-top Jeggings wander down the middle of the parking lanes attempting to control the new Fitbit heartrate monitors. Inside is more of the same. A line has formed to check in behind a twenty-seven year old who feels the music on the overhead is too up-beat for her cardio time on the elliptical. Meanwhile, no one can hear the music as it is drowned out by the constant drop of plates and dumbbells as the forty-eight year old project engineer drops a 45lb plate on his foot because he was too distracted by his own refection in the mirror to re-rack correctly. 

I know they will all be gone on March 1st. That the "New Year New Me" resolutions will fade way until the next January. It's just silly how this happens every year. Even with the coming two year anniversary of our world wide pandemic, the gym is overrun with the well intentioned. And that's fine; more power to ya! I say go for it. And I hope it last beyond March 1st. But if there only a way for these new gym bunnies to know how to re-rack plates and to not pitch a camp site around a bench the may want to use in two hours time.  My ex would simply kick off the dumbbells use to save the bench (like laying towels down, poolside at a Cancun resort) and start using the bench. If the camper spoke up, the Ex would jab his finder in their space and scream about learning gym etiquette. I do that too; in my mind. But, Ohhhh the looks I give.... roasted. 

 

Our Future (repost)

 

It is strange how time works for and against you... I was flipping through the channels on New Years Eve, A glimpse of Times Square flashed by, and a long-ago dusty memory came to the surface. How does a person whom you spent a lifetime with, get dropped into the bottom drawer of your memory bank? 

This blog post if from September 2010 about a New Years Eve in 1997.....

OUR FUTURE

New Years Eve 1997 found me in a private room at Saint Joseph’s Hospital sitting in a chair pulled up close to the bed of my partner, Randy Jorgensen.

I was flipping through the channels trying to find Dick Clarks’ Rocking New Years Eve on the television. Randy having been re-admitted for complications with pneumonia lay in the bed trying to find a comfortable spot. With the IV and feeding tubes he found it hard to see the screen. He’s family long since left for their comfortable homes in the ‘burbs it was just the two of us waiting for the ball to drop. In many aspects.

When Dick Clark showed a clip of London and how they brought in 1998 something in Randy and I just snapped. We both quickly started to make plans to travel to London in the new year. We decided to get an expensive hotel in the gay part of town, we would travel on day trips to see every castle and walk every museum and lay on a blanket in every park, forgetting that he could barley walk to the hospital room’s bathroom. 

We spent the next hour planning our vacation. Every once in awhile we would lock eyes and know that everything we were enthusiastically deciding upon would be complete fiction. We were lying to each other; Randy was close to the end of his hard fought battle with AIDS. But on that New Years Eve we pretended that we were in control of our future.

During my late teenage years I found myself sitting with my Father in his Bishops Office at our town’s Mormon temple. We were discussing my future mission around the world to bring Mormonism to people and cultures that desperately needed to be brought to Christ. After my mission and becoming a man, I would attend BYU in Utah. This would find me a degree and a wife.

We discussed my mission and coming back to our small town so that my wife and I could bring more children into our extended family, raising the population of smiling happy Mormons in the church. Every once in awhile we would lock eyes and know that everything we were enthusiastically deciding upon would be complete fiction. My life would quickly take me down a path far from him and the Mormon Church. We were lying to each other, but in that church office we pretended that we were in control of our future.

Soon the ball dropped and 1998 saw Randy living for only twenty-two days. On the twenty-second day I helped Randy slip his skin telling him that we would see London someday. Feeling somehow apologetic that we didn’t get to go. I felt the same overriding guilt was I did when my Father heard me say that he would not get grandchildren from me as my life was on another path.

The New Year

 Wow. 2022; Am I right? 

What shall unfold as our collective path materializes forward in front of us? As it seems that the collective narrative of 2020 was literally just the worst thing ever; A dumpster fire of a year. Then 2021 showing itself to being the less threatening younger bother who still kick our shins when we thought we were free from reach. And yet 2022 shows its hope and promise.

For me, 2021 was actually an incredibly great set of collective months. We lucked into an incredible new house that is walkable to small shops, including a neighborhood grocery store. It is a quick walk to the city's Botanic Gardens and the gay park. Sure the former inhabitants died from the pandemic, but it opened up and we now have a corner view of tree-lined streets. Being an HR Manger in health care, there was only one staff member struct down, and I help establish a policy to extend sick pay to individuals unable to work due to quarantine requirements. I am insufferable when it comes to office cleanliness, making all staff submit paperwork via a protected drobox I wont touch for hours under the thought that the virus dies on printed paper after four hours. I idea I made up, with no facts for back up.

I  believe it's more about making small, but healthy sets of coping skills for each individuals' comfort rather than  going crazy believing that our fragile society will collapse in a bloody cue at any point. Faced with mortality, in 2021 we saw what happens when a group of frightened people are capable of doing when blinded by fear. They turn to any sense of safety seemly based on a false memory of the past were skin color, heteronormative falsehoods, and a grip of fake Christin ideals gave them perceived safety and power. How easily these frightened people can be manipulated and fooled by false idols. Where the simple of  "equality" is a threat to their history and faith. How is another member of your community NOT wanting to be targeted and murdered by gate-keeping police somehow a threat to neo-Christianity?

There is a feeling around the new year that we can't ignore.  It is about the path of a new year that materializes before us. And, as 2020 and 2021 taught us; It is our choice to walk on the sunny side of the path or hold on to false narratives we tell ourselves and stick to the shady side of the path.