THE LEARNING CURVE

I have found out that the learning curve is much sharper after one turns fifty.  In fits and starts I almost have this blog and pod cast thing down. I look around and see younger folks get this internet/web language thing down as if it was part of their DNA. I, not having that technical gene, come more slowly to this modern day soapbox. The wheels may squeal but I make negotiate the curve.

An update on what’s going on:

The first official podcast is posted. You can get it using any RSS reader (http://onethousandhertz.blogspot.com/feeds/podcasts/default) or by going to iTunes and searching the iTunes store for One Thousand Hertz.  New podcasts will be posted twice a month. Keep an eye out for the next one: “The Adventures of Yes-Man and Eunuch Boy- Moldfinger”. This is the first of the Yes Man/Eunuch Boy adventures.

Now an observation: I was sitting outside Gaylord’s Coffeehouse the other day. Two women passed by me as I read the current issue of All-Story magazine. They sat down at the adjoining table and it was then I notice a small dog in the arms of the older woman. She put the dog down on the ground. As I wondered why anyone would take such effort to feed, walk (or carry) and clean after such a small creature, the older woman said, “What do you think of my daughter?” Her daughter? It was the younger woman with her who had gone into the coffeehouse. What do I say? It was the first time I had been asked such a question although it is probably a popular phrase in such DVD’s as “Moms and Daughters Gone Wild”.  Again, what do I say? I take a stab at it. “She’s very confident”, I say because you would have to be very self-assured to wear what she was wearing: knee high boots, leopard patterned blouse accented by a purple skirt, a hairstyle circa Dianna Ross 1975-2001. “A beautiful young woman”, I continued. “Intelligent and a nice person.” I don’t why I said the last part but I thought it was something a mother would appreciate. It seemed to work. I didn’t have the heart to say that I didn’t notice the daughter. It was the dog that held my interest. It still does. When the daughter came back with an iced something and a bottle of water, the mother asks me if she can tell the daughter what I said about her. I didn’t care so I said sure. Paraphrasing what I said the daughter listened and by the expression on her face I guess it was something she needed to her. I left them to the sunshine and watched the mother attempt to give the dog some water from the small cap of the bottle.

I guess one never knows why one is in a particular place at a particular time. Maybe I was at Gaylord’s at that time to give that young lady something to keep going for another day. Maybe she needed a moment of confirmation. Don’t we all need a moment of confirmation at times? It easy to criticize believing our honesty helpful but some times a tactful “truth” gives someone what they need to keep moving forward instead of standing still or giving up all together.  Just a thought.