Tapioca: granular preparation of cassava starch used to thicken especially puddings
I have so many blogics piling up I'd best kind of mash 'em together before they slip-slide away in a runny mess that I am NOT cleaning up.
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Most people -- what I would call "normal" people, although I don't wish to connote abnormality for the others -- fear and dislike change. In this case, I'm refering to people who resist changing processes to upgrade or adapt to a new way to do things. Like, say, tracking change orders via papers that are handmarked with actual red colored markings when changes are made to existing drawings or lists or documents, then sent around a room for signatures of people who need to approve the changes and then filed in an actual filing cabinet. I am informed that people will NOT want to move to a computer-based database system of tracking these same changes. I agree. They won't. That should not be a reason to continue being inefficient and ineffective. They'll scream in frustration if they were required to change; I know this because I have been one of them when my own favored approach to things was changed. I was right there with them all yelling that they were cramming the change down my throat and it was impacting my ability to get my job done and all the things associated with the distaste of having to learn something new without quite seeing the benefits for the change.
Anyway, these days, evangelist that I am, I find myself frustrated because, of course, I know better and why can't they all just shut up and color?
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Speaking of frustration, how about enduring a person who doesn't know when to shut up? We all have those in our lives; maybe we're one of them. In my case, I'm not sure if I am more frustrated or more amused but the feeling is definitely a blend of the two. This is someone I encounter regularly who yelled at me a long time ago because, when we were both asked a question, I waited for her to respond and when she didn't, I responded. She felt I usurped her. She let me know that she was pausing so she could collect her thoughts, formulate the correct response, before "leaping in and saying whatever came to the top of your head." The implication was clear. She prides herself on her measured, cautious responses. She wants to make sure she gets the right words, she said, and she wants to be concise. That's how she rolls.
Except, well, not. Other than that one time when she took too long to respond, she has exercised her right to speak at length in anything but concise and clear terms. She'll state a half-formulated issue, repeat it three or four times in varying ways, pause to take a breath and while people are beginning to respond to her, continue to speak to elaborate on her view of the issue, how she feels it "ought to be" addressed, why she feels that way, and so forth. Then she'll repeat the whole thing, in case anyone fell asleep during parts of the monologue and missed some of her more salient points. She asks them for their opinion, at long last, and when they get one sentence out, she attacks their opinion by, well, reiterating what she had said before.
I have a solution to this that, if I can muster the cojones, I will attempt. I promise, it does not involve weapons of any sort. Nor cliffs. No baseball bats or cliffs will be used in this solution.
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Frustrated much?
Yes, I realize I've vented a bit about work related frustrations here and there, making it seem as though I am unhappy.
I'm not.
I am one of those annoying sorts who thrives on workplace challenges. I am, however, also human and frail and whiny and I feel the pain and angst of those challenges, but trust me, I am happiest when challenged within my abilities to meet those challenges and experience some growth in the process. I'll whine about it, but it's a good thing. Trust me.
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Marriage. I dare say there are a lot of people who are apparently wired for marriage and committed partnerships, bless 'em. I have no beef with this and feel it is a great way to create a solid foundation for an element that is necessary for the working of society in general. Empathy, sharing of burdens, bonding together to make a whole that is greater than the sum of its parts are all things that are a part of a good marriage.
Trouble is, there're too many marriages that are not good marriages, that contain few of the elements of empathy, sharing, bonding, and being a strong unit that contributes to the betterment of society.
There is, as well, too much finger-pointing, acrimony, fear, hatred, distrust, shock, outrage and horror when any one grouping of people fails to fit inside the teeny box erected by the more "traditional" among us. it isn't alternative lifestyles that tears down the framework of a better society, it is the angry divisiveness and refusal to permit the same rights and entitlements to "alternatives" as enjoyed by "traditionals" that is doing the tearing.
If I am being too vague, forgive me. I'm sort of rolling together all kinds of concepts that seem to have, at their core, this intolerance for workable building blocks that are different than the "normal" ones.
The "normal" building block is a one-man/one-woman marriage with 2.3 children, one dog, one cat and a little pink house in the suburbs. Variations in the color of the house, the size of the fractional child, and the choice of pets are permitted, but you risk getting scathing glances from your neighbors, so tread carefully there.
The "abnormal" one that, depending on your point of view, will serve to destroy civilization as well as the gravitational forces binding the Milky Way, is any of the following:
- homosexuality
- polygamy
- polyamory
- single-parenting by choice
There may be others, but those are the ones that occur to me off the top of my head.
I'm thinking about baseball bats and cliffs again. When I encounter the "Dr." Phils of this world, as well as the people who leave angry comments at blogs where alternative lifestyles are discussed, or gay bashers and those who want to deny legal status to many a loving and committed partnership because it doesn't fit their idea of normal, I really really want to start whapping with baseball bats and maybe bounce 'em down cliffs.
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That's pretty much it for now. Hope this all sticks together.
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