Icon do it

I have not read much of the news lately, but from the headlines it seems we are losing a lot of people.  The passing of Steve Jobs and before that the "retirement" of Elivra and Leonard Nimoy.

It does seem that our generation does not seem to be producing the iconic figures of the past.  Is it because of our access to more it is harder for the unique to be noticed?  I guess in the past you had one channel with the guy who everyone knows.  Now you have hundreds of channels with nobody you know.

There is not even a standout athlete anymore.  Unless you count the whiny ones or the ones which get into trouble, which is becoming frequent.

I have thought recently how will out generation be remembered?  People that do no real achievements?!  Wow,    we can do more on our phones!  What about other advances?  It seems we are focused more on entertainment.  Look at our famous people today.  People are famous for being born.  Other standouts of our generation-Mark Zuckerburg (love him or hate him), Casey Anthony (probably hate her), any young reality tv star.

I know I am looking at the forest and cannot see the trees.  It would be nice to see a few more trees that produce more than shade.

Razor burn

Sunday morning my electric razor went dead. To its credit I think it has been about two weeks since I had to charge it. Only problem, I cannot find my charger. I have no idea where it is. The razor is pretty new. I had to buy it while away from home because my other razor was beyond repair. Now I misplace the charger cord on this one. I had to order a new one because without a cord the razor is useless. In the meanwhile I have using a regular razor, trying to be more careful than previously. Because the last time I gashed my face in several places.


Why am I having such trouble with razors? Is it time for hair removal procedures on my face?

Lost, found, lost

Over the weekend Wendy, Joy, and I went to spend time with Wendy's parents. On Saturday we rode along for a family reunion in Murfreesboro, which according to my bad geography is close to the Virginia border. Wendy, Joy, Wendy's parents, and me climb into the Griffins' CRV. It has been years since the Griffins have been out this way, but Wendy's Mom has family out that way. Everything was going smoothly. We were speeding along (figuratively, for all you law enforcement) and Joy was content. About an hour into the trip, Joy started screaming. It was the inconsolable death cry. We tried giving her something to eat, but that did not help. We tried giving her something to drink, no luck either. Wendy's Mom pulled into a gas station. Wendy pulled off Joy's jacket and pants. Apparently, Joy got too hot. For the rest of the ride she was alright. Wendy has also said that the car seats are ovens. I think they need to make ones vented somehow, but what do I know about design? We pull into the restaurant for the reunion and get Joy out of the car seat to dress her. Since the weather outside was a little cool. Jacket on. Pants on. One shoe on. Second shoe....uh. It is not there. I search the car and around the car. It must have fallen out at the gas station, about 30 miles back. The reunion is finished. It was pretty nice. Buffet style food. Nice pond to walk around with ducks. Everyone complimented how beautiful Joy is. Wendy's Mom was going to return home a different route, but for kicks wanted to go back and see if the shoe was still there. We make it back to the gas station. Joy's shoe is laying where we dropped it. Sunday morning. I am packing the car with changes of clothes because after the church service and Homecoming luncheon Wendy, Joy, and I are meeting Wendy's brother and family at the Wayne County fair. However, there is a plan change and we decide to go back to Wendy's parents' house before riding to the fair. I bring all the clothes back inside. Well almost. A pair of Joy's socks are missing. I know I packed them in the car, but cannot remember when I saw them. We search everywhere. No finding luck on this though. I feel bummed because Joy does not have too many socks that fit and here I misplace a pair. Maybe they will turn up someday.