What’s making Americans fat

My friend and fellow veteran Grier Martin pointed me to a story in the Army Times that warns that most American kids are too out of shape to serve in the military.

My wife Kelly thinks she knows why kids are getting fatter: the drink sizes offered with fast food have become supersized. The same sized soft drink that used to be considered a large is now the “small” size. It’s crazy.

What to do about it, though? Isn’t the restaurant just giving its customers what they want, regardless of whether or not it’s what they need? If everyone chooses to pig out, landing in the hospital with heart disease; diabetes; and other serious illnesses, the treatment of which will be paid for through my insurance premiums, is that simply free enterprise at work? Or should society try to set a better example?
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Is Google stifling municipal broadband investment?

I was thinking more about the Google Fiber project today. It occurred to me that Google might actually be doing more to put the brakes on municipal broadband than Time Warner Cable and its cronies ever could.

As long as the possibility is out there that Google may build a network in a certain city, that city won’t be investing in its own broadband infrastructure. Google is guaranteed to disappoint the huge majority of applicants with its selection of a few cities, but nevertheless I can forsee city officials everywhere holding up Google as an excuse not to spend money on developing their own broadband. “Let’s hold off until we hear from Google,” they’ll say.

Google would do well in furthering its “fiber everywhere” cause by not keeping everyone in suspense.

Bradley Manning Wikileaks case

Pfc. Bradley Manning

Speaking of spies, I’m not at all happy with Pfc. Bradley Manning and how he revealed classified information to Wikileaks. Wikileaks, not connected in any way to Wikipedia, is a site purporting to expose secrets.

While I deplore the Iraqi shooting incident revealed in the video Manning had posted to Wikileaks, I cannot get around the fact that Manning broke his oath to protect and safeguard classified information. Manning could have handled this in a way that did not expose classified information but the chose not to.

Manning is rumored to be going through gender identity issues. While the Army isn’t exactly welcoming of that behavior, it is still no excuse to reveal secrets.

Spy swap

Anna Chapman

There has been a lot of speculation on the Russian – U.S. spy swap that took place last week. Some have speculated that the exchange of 10 seemingly-inconsequential Russian spies in America for 4 alleged U.S. spies in Russia produced no real winner.

I didn’t see how that was possible seeing how one, Alexander Zaporozhsky, allegedly helped the FBI capture two of our nation’s worst traitors: former FBI agent Robert Hanssen and former CIA agent Aldrich Ames. Those two spies did more harm to American intelligence than any in history, with Ames being directly responsible for the deaths of 10 secret agents working for the U.S. in Russia. It goes without saying that Zaporozhsky did the U.S. a huge favor by tipping us off to these two. Trading ten supposedly-bumbling Russian spies for Zaporoshsky is a bargain (though maybe we should’ve kept Anna Chapman).

Still, questions remain about the whole affair. Anyone who takes anything in the spy trade at face value is fooling themselves. Back-room deals are the name of the game. I find it hard to believe that the KGB could be so inept. Even Russian officials are incredulous. And how convenient that the alleged spies’ paymaster lands in and out of one of the most porous jails in Europe, only to promptly disappear? Mayberry’s Barney Fife could’ve done a better job! Was Metsos the real target of the FBI investigation? And did a back-room deal ensure his apparently-trivial escape? There are a lot of questions to be answered here.

Like most spy cases, it’s what we haven’t been told that really matters. It will be interesting to see what further details emerge from this not so cut-and-dried case. The spy swap itself may only be the beginning.

Change in slide presentation strategy

Inspired by the fast-paced slide presentations by Larry Lessig, I’ve decided that the presentations I create will be built like a video, not like a lecture. Slides will illustrate my talks like pictures illustrate the words in a book. The idea will be to use the power of emotion that images produce to emphasize whatever point I’m making. Visual presentation will be used to reinforce the verbal presentation.

I have a few months until my next GPS presentation at Conn Elementary so now might be a good time to practice this new technique.

Gen. McChrystal’s firing

Obama fired Army General Stan McChrystal yesterday over comments that appeared in Rolling Stone Magazine.

Many are applauding the move, and it seemed sound to me at first. However, after reviewing the comments that were said I am less convinced that what McChrystal said was meant to be disrespectful. It seems to me that the general and aides were expressing frustration with the media’s harping on disagreements with Vice President Biden, not with Biden himself.

I am a firm believer in civilian control of the military, and I am fully aware that military leaders often play whomever is President like a fiddle – boxing him or her into decisions that the President doesn’t want to make. That might be reason to dismiss the general, but expressing dissent should not be.

I think the wisest leaders are ones who solicit all opinions and weigh each of them. I hear Obama takes this approach in his meetings. Dissent should be welcome, as long as the President’s orders continue to be faithfully executed. Obama stated that McChrystal faithfully carried out his orders.

One thing I couldn’t stand in when I was in the military was the “dead weight” who advanced simply because they hung around long enough. No opinion of their own, they just mindlessly follow orders. Good soldiers, sailors, and employees work to keep their bosses from making bad decisions. Sometimes they lose that fight, but I see it as vital that they at least try. I wouldn’t want my staff stacked with yes-men. That’s a path to sure failure.

From what I’ve read, McChrystal appears to have unique insight into the Afghan government. I hope whatever success he carved out of that dusty land did not fall victim to a stupid battle of egos. Obama might look weaker in caving in to the press.

Father’s Day

I’m putting the finishing touches on a pretty fun Father’s Day weekend. There was dancing and clowning around at Music on the Porch Friday night; puttering around the house and playground fun at Lions Park Saturday; a friend’s birthday party Saturday night; and projects with the kids, a seafood lunch, and pool time today. It’s been a hot, dry weekend but still my body is feeling pretty happy now.

This evening after the kids went to bed Kelly and I were chatting. “Parenthood is going by fast,” I exclaimed, following it with “ is going by fast!” I will never have another Father’s Day when our daughter is eight and our son is 5-and-a-half. Those events of the past 48 hours that just moments ago filled my senses are now only memories. Happy ones, but memories still: in the book, closed out, and never to be lived again.

The question to be asked at the end of each day is “did I live this day to its fullest?” For today, the answer is yes. I hope that holds true for the rest of my days.

Maybe not that adventurous

I realized that when I say I would be behind my kids’ adventures all the way, referencing Abby Sunderland’s circimnavigation attempt, it couldn’t possibly be the same. While I like doing adventurous things I am certainly not doing it full-time, like Abby’s father does. The kids have a few hours of sailing under their belt, they certainly don’t practically live around boats like the Sunderlands.

Now, if my kids want to learn extreme system administration (like, how to upgrade a computer without having a backup – yikes!), then I’m their dad!

Abby Sunderland

Abby Sunderland, a 16-year-old girl vying to be the youngest person ever to solo circumnavigate the world in a sailboat, ran into trouble when she had to be rescued in the Southern Ocean. Her boat, Wild Eyes, had its mast snapped by the violent storms occurring during the antarctic winter.

A lot of helicopter parents are cluck-clucking about this in the Internet forums. But she could’ve been killed, they’ll say. That’s exactly the point. She could’ve been killed but instead she took a chance to live her dream. Better that than to die slowly knowing you were too afraid to go for what you wanted. To really live.

I have little issue with what Abby did. She has grown up in a sailing family and has been sailing all of her life, so she and her boat were well-equipped for the journey. In other words, Abby is not your typical teenager taking the family boat for a joyride. The only thing I would question is sailing the Southern Ocean in the dead of winter. The weather in that area of the world doesn’t play around, and most sailors would be challenged by it. Abby is lucky she had the ability to send a distress call as she might easily have not gotten the chance. But good for her for trying!

I sure wish I was in the position Abby is in – to be able to chase those dreams. Before you know it, grown-up life takes over and your existence gets defined by what happens inside cubicle walls. Some fortunate souls manage to rise above it but most of us adventurers must postpone our journeys until the demands of family, work, or other obligations are satisfied.

I will be cheering Abby on when she returns to the helm, and should my kids wish to someday follow in her footsteps or forge their own adventurous paths I will be behind them all the way. As they say, life is not a spectator sport.

Old rails

Trolley to Bloomsbury Park, 1913, Courtesy of N.C. State Archives

Recent work on Glenwood Avenue has turned that busy street into a pockmarked disaster, with construction blocking lanes and backing up traffic. I’ve been avoiding that road to keep my sanity (and my car in alignment). However, I couldn’t help but gawk yesterday when I drove through Five Points because the road work has uncovered rails from Raleigh’s old trolley line.

I’ve always been captivated by the now-defunct streetcar system. I’ve written Progress Energy before, asking them if they have any old trolley maps. Never heard back from them. And I know some downtown buildings used to be trolley-related. But briefly uncovered was hard evidence:trolley tracks!

I didn’t care what drivers behind me thought: I took my time riding up the road in front of the Rialto Theatre, tracing the lines in the exposed concrete. There were the actual tracks, hidden for decades beneath countless layers of asphalt! Yes, I’m a hopeless geek, but I was thrilled to see those steel rails. I also have to admit my glee at hearing how those rails had taken out some of the teeth of the paving machines. Serves them right!

I was amused at the timing, thinking how different the world might be if these tracks hadn’t been buried. Perhaps the Gulf of Mexico would still be alive. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll one day reconsider the wisdom of basing our society on finite resources and the trolley bells will ring once again.