It Begs the Question…

What happened first.
I left my class, and once out of the building and walking to my car, I called my wife. After essentially saying to M what I said in part one, here is our conversation.

E, “So it begs the question, what exactly happened?”

M, “Umm… just come home.”

E, “Why can’t you tell me?”

M, “Because I’m reading a story with Austin right now.”

E, “Then why’d you answer the phone?”

M, “I didn’t want you to worry.”

[brief silence]

E, “I’ll see you when I get home.”

M, “Kay, bye.”

We hung up, and I continued walking to my car.

Driving home was insane. It was bad enough that I was jittery from the cupcakes my professor was giving away during class. But every insane, speeding bastard was on the road tonight. And no, not me for once. Be it accidents happening right next to me, people speeding up then braking, or worse yet, going 15 under the limit, or just those veering and nearly killing themselves aiming for the railing. It was simply one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had on the road since I was nearly killed by my exhaustion and not noticing the big rig about to t-bone me as I foolishly crossed a road at the wrong time.

Something Interesting About to Happen…

I’m actually in class right now, wrapping up my assignment for the week, and I finally check my phone that buzzed a text message a couple hours ago…

So I almost started a fire. =/

That was from my wife. I read this when halfway through my assignment. I have not yet called, but I tell you, I was almost curious enough to just get up and find out right there. Had it not been for that word ‘almost’ in there, I would surely seem to have some poor choices of priorities.

Workin’ in a Coal Mine…

Work is going fine (but not dandy as well, let’s not go overboard). But there are lulls combined with preparations for working non-student days. Those teacher days give me a chance to do maintenance on the labs without them being strewn about the building. Still, it is the lull combined with preparation that let me send mass emails to our staff.

Good Afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen!

It’s time for another installment of Mr Fryer’s Wild Laptop Round-Up! I hope everyone is as excited as I am. Don’t forget to bring your hats so you can hold onto them! This event should be even better than the wildly successful Great Laptop Return Race of ought-six.

So yes, basically to participate, all you amazing staff and teachers have to do is bring back all computers by 3 pm Thursday afternoon to be entered. The winners of the Wild Laptop Round-Up will receive free passes to avoid the following show: ‘Fryer’s Cheesed and Will Hunt Me Down Like a Dog’.

Those of you needing computers over the weekend, they will be ready by 3 pm Friday.

Toodles folks! Can’t wait to see y’all again at Mr Fryer’s Wild Laptop Round-Up!

Yes, I’ve already gotten one of the computers back.

Sullivan on Obama…

I just finished reading a much anticipated article by Andrew Sullivan in the Atlantic. He wrote this essay based on interviewing Barack Obama. Between the writer and the subject, it is well worth the read. I’ve already written my own bit on Mr Obama’s candidacy, though I’m sure I’ll write more.
But what I’m really curious to hear from my two (known) Baby Boomer readers. Mr Sullivan’s and Mr Obama’s sentiments on the Boomer generation are similar. Both are seeing the debates in Washington over the past decade and beyond as being a part of a long, tiring, and beyond divisive set of debates originating from the 1960s. Mr Sullivan says this to introduce the topic:

At its best, the Obama candidacy is about ending a war—not so much the war in Iraq, which now has a mo­mentum that will propel the occupation into the next decade—but the war within America that has prevailed since Vietnam and that shows dangerous signs of intensifying, a nonviolent civil war that has crippled America at the very time the world needs it most. It is a war about war—and about culture and about religion and about race. And in that war, Obama—and Obama alone—offers the possibility of a truce.

I completely agree with this hope. Here is Mr Sullivan defining the problems more specifically (though perhaps a tad over-simplified):

… how do we account for the bitter, brutal tone of American politics? The answer lies mainly with the biggest and most influential generation in America: the Baby Boomers. The divide is still—amazingly—between those who fought in Vietnam and those who didn’t, and between those who fought and dissented and those who fought but never dissented at all. By defining the contours of the Boomer generation, it lasted decades. And with time came a strange intensity.

I remember my parents (and the media) being amazed when President Clinton was elected. It brought home the realization full-bore that their generation was now in power. The Boomers had come of age and were now governing the country. Be it good or bad.

So I am curious, after reading this essay, what the Boomers will think of Mr Sullivan’s view that essentially the debates of their generation having become a poison in today’s politics, particularly since we now wade the waters of fighting exo-national terrorism. Does anyone in my generation see it the same as Mr Sullivan? Remember, he is of the Boomer generation as well.

I, for one, completely agree on most fronts of the whole argument. Vote for Mr Obama in the primaries. The primaries, people. If you wait for the national election, it’ll be too late, and we’ll all have to write in Ron Paul in protest and get that Lib-Dem party going on this side of the Atlantic.