Alexander The Great

Alex CampbellIf you’ll permit me here, I felt compelled to post something of a more personal (and highly subjective) nature tonight.

There is some greatness in our son, Alex. I’m almost certain I could not point to a specific event or events, nor any one particular attribute or quality of his character or personality just yet to support that claim, but I can just sense that it is true.

(His name does, after all, mean “Defender of Mankind”…)

Of course, I do feel that I can see the greatness in each of our children—what parent doesn’t? There is just something beyond that, some uniqueness that I feel will at some point in his life—whether sooner or later, I don’t know—distance him from his peers.

I was noticing it in particular these past couple days for some reason, and just wanted to write it down. Perhaps some day we’ll look back on this and smile that “even when he was only eight, we could see it!” The way he can instantly engender himself to any person he meets. The many physical talents he has, and the passion and joy with which he pursues them. The mental clarity he also possesses. (Sometimes that gets overlooked as his older brother, Ian, was blessed with an astonishing photographic memory—even “photographic” aurally, and really, using any of the senses!)

Alexander Caedon Campbell may one day be a name you hear mentioned along with other great names, or, in any of its possible iterations: Alex Campbell, Alexander Campbell, A. Caedon Campbell, A. C. Campbell, etc. One can never know such a futuristic thing with certainty, but seeing the faint (and sometimes not-so-faint) glimmer of it in the very young Alexander, we shall endeavor to do all that we can as his parents to prepare him for that greatness.

And wait eagerly to see what Greatness will occur around and through him.


Photo Credit: Lindsay Karl (Thanks, Lindsay!)

“That’s alright, I have a Mac.”

Today I stopped at Staples to pick up a couple ink cartridges for my printer. I noticed a banner as I walked in advertising “Free PC Tune-Ups” but thought nothing of it, since I don’t have the “PC”s to which they refer.

Upon further entering the store however, I saw the giant Genius-Bar-like construct that now replaced more than half of where the ink cartridges previously resided. Impressive (however unoriginal) as it was, I really only needed to get my ink and leave. I did however, read the various signage as I slowly walked past … curiously pondering in my head why people put up with Windows and it’s numerous susceptibilities to viruses, spyware, and all forms of malware.

Having located and procured said ink cartridges, I proceeded to the checkout lane. After a speedy checkout process, the friendly sales associate asked me if I’d be interested in their free PC Tune-Up service, “to eliminate viruses, spyware, and help your computer run faster.”

Almost without thinking, I cordially replied, “That’s alright, I have a Mac.” I then, almost sheepishly added, “See?” and pointed her to the tiny Apple logo on my sleeve. 🙂

The best part was, she, being apparently aware of the commonly known immunity that Macs have to such things, rejoined, “Oh, great. Well, it’s a good service for those of us who don’t have Macs…”

I’m not quoting her exactly, I wish I could. But it wasn’t really her words that were so fitting, so telling. It was the way she said them. Without thinking, both of us had summed up one of the most clear distinctions between the two operating systems (Mac and Windows) and simultaneously revealed a strange enigma within our technological society: For some reason, we’re all OK with some people having computers that work, and a great number of us not having computers that work… even if they are the same price!*

That is just so very, very strange to me.

So, if you’re going to buy a computer … would you at least consider a Mac? And if not, well… sorry.


* Note… this price comparison was from 2006. I don’t have the time to re-do it, but I know from very recent experience that friends who buy (comparable) computers running Windows OS are spending as much or more than what they’d spend on a Mac. But why?

Super Sucker Fish!

Kirby J. Suckerfish

We recently left our house vacant for a few days—two whole days and most of two more on the front and back ends, to be precise—while we were visiting our close friends in Maryland. Well, vacant that is, aside from three small living creatures whom we left in the care of our neighbors’ teenage son. (Which, just meant checking on them once a day and giving them some food for the days we were gone.)

Patch, Midnight, and Kirby Suckers were fed by us on the way out, which would be enough food for the day… and then each day hence, our neighbor would be checking in on the fishies and giving them their daily allotment.

The problem was, I, knowing that he had been a fish owner since his young childhood (and his family are a veritable zoo with all the species of animal you can find in their home) didn’t remember to ask or remind him just how much to feed them once a day…

(Yes. You know where this is going.)

When we came home Thursday night we were completely exhausted by the 8-hour plus travel day in at least 90º temperatures. My left arm was bright, shiny red. We were hot, and our house was hot, having been closed up for most of four days. We went around the house opening windows and trying to cool everything down.

Finally it was time to go upstairs and get the kids ready for and in their beds. As we got to the top of the steps (where the fish tank is located) there was a thick, horrendous stench. First I supposed that we had somehow missed the largest, most overloaded dirty diaper we’ve ever seen, and that it had been sitting in the middle of the floor—open—in all the heat, with no escape. Then I said out loud, “It smells like something died up here!!!”

It had.

As I turned my head to the right (in the direction of the fish tank) what I saw was quite shocking. (It still is, even in retrospect.) The tank light was on, but there was no “water”, at least, not like you’d think of water. The water was a thick, nasty, brown. The filter pump had stopped, and all that you could see was 10 gallons of brown… something.

I rushed over to the tank, lifted the lid, and sure enough, floating at the top of this bubbly mess were the two goldfish, Patch and Midnight. (Interestingly, at this point, Midnight was more white than black—he was a Black Moor.) We couldn’t see anything in the tank, but I knew there was one more fish, so I jumped to action.

(The decisiveness of my action was likely at least equally motivated by the persistent odor of death. Or, perhaps more…)

I quickly—and quite unceremoniously—gave our two to that point longest-living fishes the toilet bowl burial (to the kids somewhat morbid delight) and then began draining out the disgusting water with our syphon tube. (Now, if you’ll recall, while I am beginning this rescue and clean up operation, we still have six very travel-tired kids, and two very travel-tired parents…) The water level was going down a gallon at a time (that’s the size of the bucket I was emptying it into) until finally one of the kids saw movement in the thick brown grossness.

Sucker fish was alive!

So, I increased my efforts (again, at least partially motivated by a strong desire to rid my nose of this awful smell, but also now with the hope of saving our sucker fish) and finally got enough “water” out of the tank to verify that he was indeed a live and… “well”?

At this point I could see a bit more of what may have happened to our tank. I was certainly still befuddled by how this could have possible happened in less than four days, even if our neighbor hadn’t checked on them even once! The evidence was the entire bottom of the tank was covered with a rather thick layer of their food. Covered. The plants and various objects in the tank were also covered with the slime of food, decayed food, and fish waste.

Yuck.

I really couldn’t think of how to clean all of that off, so I decided to let the filter give it a try. There was only at most two gallons of the brown water left, so I just started pouring fresh water back in, and now had 80% fresh, clean water. (It still looked really nasty!) The sucker fish was alive and moving around, and I reasoned that he had plenty to eat, since he feasts on the slime on the side of the tank! 🙂

I cleaned out the filter which had become completely full of fish waste/slime/gunk, and replaced the carbon filter part. Filled it back up with water and plugged it in, hoping the motor would work… it did! Success! At this point I could finally let the filter do its thing and (much later than I hoped to be doing so) turn my attention to putting our kids in bed.

First thing in the morning, I did another complete water change (replacing 8 gallons of the water in the tank) and this time I picked up almost all of the food that was caked in and on the rocks at the bottom of the tank. I did manage to remove most of that (along with TONS of fish poo!) in this second water change, and yes, Kirby Suckers was still alive and kickin’! (And suckin’!) 🙂

Finally, after a full day of filtering, and with the aid of our sucker fish’s sucking, well, the tank is back to normal! Albeit much more full of poop (and that all from only one little fishy!)

Oh, how did this happen? I alluded to it above, I think. What I neglected to tell our neighbor was that they really only need a very tiny amount of food when he feeds them once a day. TOTALLY my bad! So, when he came over the first day we were gone, he saw the three different kinds of food and figured they needed a goodly amount of each one. And, this he repeated two days more! (Oh, and one of the food types was algae wafers for the sucker fish. We do about one, maybe two of those per week… he did two or three a day…) Wow. So, the filter (and the fishes) just couldn’t keep up with it. Coupled with the heat, well, it’s really beyond words amazing what happened in that tank during those four days. It really looked like a nuclear bomb had gone off in there.

And the sucker fish survived!

So, if nuclear armageddon ever does occur here on this planet, well, at least we know the cockroaches and the sucker fish will survive!

At The Speed of Information

The Age of the Unthinkable - Joshua Cooper RamosYou most likely know that we are currently in (really, at the beginning of) the “information” age. (Where previously there were the “industrial” and “agrarian” among other ages.) Most of us are in some way working in the business of information, or at least with the tools used for the communication of information.

I am reading an intriguing book titled, The Age of the Unthinkable, and I found this one little (mostly tangential) paragraph interesting enough to share with you immediately. (I’m sure a full report on the contents of this book will follow here at some later date.) It’s a neat way to think about how the transmission of information has changed ridiculously in relatively recent history.

But perhaps nothing has changed so much as the speed with which we can transmit information. A letter carried on horseback about 150 years ago would have moved information at a rate of about .003 bits per second (the average note carrying, say, 10 kilobytes of data, though of course that measure didn’t yet exist). As late as the 1960s those same 10 kilobytes might have moved at 300 bits per second. Today global telecom cables transmit at a rate of billions of bits per second, a many-billion-fold increase in speed over 150 years.

Many-billion-fold? Amazing. But very true. Definitely a completely different world, even just in my lifetime, but certainly in the last century or more. The times they are a changin’… (have changed?)

Incredible People: William Wilberforce

Amazing GraceOn occasion, there are some of us who rise above the rest. Almost always it is directly related to our willingness to do what is right, often when no one else is willing to do the same. When faced with a really tough decision, or against overwhelming odds, or just standing up alone against the oncoming, crashing wave of long-held traditions, right or wrong.

One such man whom perhaps you’ve never heard of was William Wilberforce. Before recently, I only knew that there was a college in Southwest Ohio that bore his name (though I knew not why) and that only because our travels, on occasion, have taken us directly past the campus.

Not long ago, a friend told us about a movie they had seen recently, titled “Amazing Grace.” It told the story of the man who wrote the iconic hymn by the same name. At the time, I had definitely never heard of John Newton (the song’s composer) or any of his compelling life story. I didn’t even know that he was the man whom was just previously referenced.

How can that be? And what of Isaac Milner, and William Pitt, and Thomas Clarkson, and Olaudah Equiano, and a host of others who seem to have been lost to the dusty pages of history? These people had a profound impact not just on the world of their time, but the entire direction of human history to follow, up to our present day. So how is it possible that I—a pretty well-read, and reasonably learned individual—have not heard any of their story? Sadly, that may be a direct result of the (incorrect) emphases that our educational system places on some things to the tragic absence of the greater things, even more so the greater people.

But that’s a topic for another day.

Sparked by my curiosity to learn of this man whose name I had only known to adorn a giant placard at the entrance of a university campus, I found a few books using our library system: one to read together with our kids, and another (audio book) to “read” on an upcoming trip we had planned. To my surprise, I not only discovered the fact mentioned above (that it was not Wilberforce, but rather Newton who penned the song Amazing Grace which titled the movie and the audio book I had borrowed) but a whole cast of characters whom God had providentially assembled at just the right place, and at just the right time.

We need to set the context. I certainly don’t intend to retell the whole story or recreate the world which I have been temporarily inhabiting (for it seems that way, if only in my mind), and moreover I do wish that you would also read the books I recommend here, or watch the movie or both, but in order to appreciate even this very brief, cursory introduction to the lives of these men, I must remind you of—or introduce you to—the time in which they lived.

It was the 18th century, in Great Britain. The American colonies had fought for and won their independence. The people of Europe (and their colonies) were not only fighting political revolutions—with France’s yet to come—but also philosophical and spiritual ones. The “people” were finding a voice (not just in America) and they were also reclaiming spiritual and moral values: the Great Awakening.

However, the time leading up to these major cultural changes was some of the darkest, most inhumane time in all of history. Poverty and great social and economic distance between the rich and poor, diseases, overpopulated cities and high rates of death, prostitution, rampant chronic drunkenness, and many other societal ills surrounded the one that, perhaps to our time, was the most apalling of all: the African slave trade.

The book that I found for the kids tells the story of the African slave trade, from the time the boats left the harbor in England for the shores of Africa, through the horrific “Middle Passage,” to the selling of any of the men, women, and children who survived the 3-week journey, and finally completing the circle, bringing the goods from the West Indies back home to the British Isles.

It is truly unspeakable how horrendously the captives were treated. Even the fact that there was such a “trade” by their fellow Africans (who were often the initial captors and then slave traders) just leaves you doubting the existence of any absolute bottom level to which our grotesque, debase character can fall. I would prefer not to retell here all the ways that these people were treated during this frighteningly evil process, so suffice it to say, it was not human.

We all know that, of course. Slavery is bad. It’s evil, reprehensible, incomprehensible really. But too often (at least this is true for me) we are able to keep it at such a distance that it doesn’t turn our stomach. It’s just not very “real” to us, since it doesn’t happen around us anymore. We don’t see the ugly reality of it in our everyday lives. At one point in Wilberforce’s life, he brought a group of influential, wealthy Brits to one of these slave ships so that they could not only hear the stories, but actually smell the putrid death that these ships bore. The people needed to really understand what was happening.

(As a footnote, one thing that I was reminded of by the tactics employed by Wilberforce and his companions—frequently referred to as the Chapham Saints—where they used any method they could to vividly, graphically bring the world of the slave trade to the very eyes, ears, and noses of their otherwise ignorant countrymen, is the modern atrocity in our country (and others) that we politely refer to as “abortion.” Some pro-life tactics are similar, attemping in any way they can imagine to bring the gruesome images and stories front-and-center to an otherwise ingnorant populous. To this point, however, I’d say with much less popular success.)

So with a financially successful (not to mention culturally well-entrenched) mercantile system powered by slaves, Wilberforce more than had his “work cut out for him.”

What made him so different is that he, young as he may have been, was decidedly up to the task.

But first, there is John Newton. Newton was a renowned slave ship captain. He actually had been a slave himself as a youth, but after having his freedom purchased by a sea captain, he found himself as the captain of his own ship: a slave ship. (One wonders how in the world he reconciled that, given his own past.) After a harrowing experience at sea where he nearly lost his ship, his crew, and his own life, Newton found (or was found by) God. His conversion obviously profoundly affected his life, and he left the slave trade to become a minister.

(At this time, the Church of England was the established, recongnized church, but it had no real spiritual basis. It was an empty link to the past, a declawed cat. Whereas it had previously had much more authority, it now represented in a way the current spiritual condition of many of the people: dead. There were, of course, still many people experiencing life-changing truth in the Gospels. These people, who were wanting to live their lives under the influence of Jesus’ teachings—not just bear the name Christian—were called “Methodists” (not yet a Christian denomination, however) and because of their sometimes serious, sometimes outrageous mannerisms, they were said to have a melancholy madness. So, the term “Methodist” was a derogatory term to most.)

As a boy of eleven or twelve years of age, Wilberforce was sent off to live with his aunt and uncle, who were among these “Methodists”, unbeknownst to his mother, who would not have allowed it, had she known. It was this time that ended up shaping the entire course of his life, though he wouldn’t really know that till much later. His aunt and uncle (along with John and Charles Wesley, who were themselves leaders in the spiritual reformation taking place) attended the church where the reformed John Newton was preaching. So for a couple years, Wilberforce not only was surrounded by people who were living lives grounded in their life-changing relationship with Jesus, but undoubtedly he was also likely introduced to the horrors of the slave trade, hearing Newton’s teaching every week, or more.

This was another astounding realization to me. In our current time, it would be a ridiculous notion indeed to suggest that any person could have no awareness of the slave trade from our country’s past. However, had Wilberforce not met this former slave ship captain, he, like many of his fellow Britons, may not have even been aware there was any slave trade at all! Because all of the trade happened far away from their island, many were entirely ignorant of the whole horrific process.

But, the thing that made William Wilberforce a great man was just this. He was certainly born into a wealthy family, having many opportunities simply from his birth. He was also, by all accounts a gifted speaker, and singer, being given by God a voice like very few others. He was afforded the best education available in England, and his best friend was the Prime Minister. By all accounts, he had everything going for him.

This is when he chose to be great.

Instead of advancing his own career in politics or any other endeavors, he chose to fight—at great cost to himself politically, socially, and even physically—for people whom he had mostly never met, and whom many people had learned to consider less than human.

But not Wilberforce. He knew to his core that it was wrong. And he would not stop until it was no longer happening.

He did not. Though defeated year after year in the parliament, Wilberforce and his Clapham Circle continued to introduce bill after bill, backing it with great oratory and educating the public to its disgusting nature. Each year they got closer and closer, but it literally took 18 years of unflappable determination before the parliament agreed to abolish slavery in 1807.

It wasn’t until 1833 that the parliament passed an act to free all slaves. That was the same year William Wilberforce died. He was able to see the final fruits of his labor within his own lifetime. Though, certainly it was only the start of a new and better reality for not only England, but all of humanity.

There are few men like this. With so many obstacles, failures, and lack of support, it would have been easier to just give up and live a quiet life alone with his family. (He married and had six children.) But great people do what is right when no one else will. No matter the cost.

These are the people we need to be.


For further learning, I recommend:
Amazing Grace (the movie)
Amazing Grace (the book)
Out of Slavery (the kids’ book)
The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African (internet book)
BBC History: William Wilberforce (article)
Clapham Sect, Clapham Circle, Clapham Saints (wikipedia)
Isaac Milner (wikipedia)
Newton, Wilberforce and the Spirituality of Abolition (article)

Diff’rent Strokes: Two Mr. Ts

You have probably heard by now that actor Gary Coleman died yesterday from injuries he sustained to his head from a fall. We had recently been reacquainted with Coleman as one of the ball players in the movie Church Ball (now one of our son Ian’s favorite movies!) but of course Coleman is most known for his role as Arnold Jackson in the 80s TV show Diff’rent Strokes.

How much better could it be then, than this clip featuring Gary Coleman as Arnold and Mr. T as… well, Mr. T! Hulu has a bunch of clips like this from Diff’rent Strokes. Enjoy.

PopTarts Rewards

PopTarts Rewards

Ahh, PopTarts… the great American breakfast treat! 🙂

Jen purchased a box of Apple Strudel PopTarts for me last night, and this morning when we looked at the box, we noticed a little promotion they have going currently called PopTarts Rewards. Apparently they are wanting (needing?) people to try all of their flavors. The incentive towards this end is a little code on each box. When you collect five codes, you get one prize. You can do that up to five times. (But you can only get one code per flavor…)

The prizes you can choose from include 5 music downloads, a free movie ticket… AND… 2 FREE BOXES of POPTARTS! Who doesn’t want free PopTarts!?? 🙂

So head on over to their PopTarts Rewards site and check it out. Then head to your grocer and try out some new flavors.

(And no, I was not paid to write this… I’m just a fan.) 😉

Apple to Offer MobileMe Free?

According to MacDailyNews.com, Apple may make their $99/year MobileMe service a completely free service in the near future. They reported the following on May 7th:

We have received a tip that we cannot confirm, hence our “RUMOR” designation, that nonetheless has at least an air of credibility about it that says, “Apple is planning to make MobileMe free.”

MobileMe to be Free?They also said that, though there is no timeframe specified, it was said to be “sooner than later… depend[ing] on certain facilities going operational.”

CNET.com does not think the rumor to be very credible, however. (Though, the writer of the article does wish it to be true…)

I’m not sure what I think. I would love to see that. It’s really a very valuable service in so many ways. MacDailyNews did a good job listing all of the featured included. Aside from all the syncing features across all your devices (data across Macs, PCs, and iPod/iPhone/iPad devices, and from with multiple Mac apps) and file storage/sharing, it—in a way—lets you have the Mac OS, even on a PC. You get web versions of Apple’s Mail, iCal, Address Book, iPhoto (sort of…), and Finder.

If Apple did eliminate the cost (or at least lower the cost) that might interest more people who, I believe, just don’t know what they’re missing. I literally use nearly every service that comes with MobileMe. It would be super neato if it was free!

(You can quote me on that…)

So, we’ll keep watching the Apple news feeds.

NHL Top and Bottom

NHL LogoWell, not really bottom, but I’ve just been thinking how strange (and, in a way, cool) it is that while the Western Conference finals features the two teams who finished first and second in 2009-2010, the Eastern Conference finals are upside down, featuring the #7 and #8 seeds, both of whom were questionable to even make the playoffs!

Montreal (the #8) has beaten the overall #1 team this year (which, everyone thought was impossible…) and they beat the defending champion Penguins in the second round (which, everyone thought was impossible…) by winning the last three games of the series! (Which… IS impossible!!) 🙂

Obviously, as is so often said, the teams are really very equal. Not sure how or why that is, since the Capitals really ran away with the top spot this year. And, not sure why it ended up #1 and #2 in the West, when there were some really good teams that those two clubs had to eliminate. Nice job, top clubs!

In the meantime, my team continues to flounder in near mediocrity. Hmmph. Well, at least they aren’t as bad as these guys… 🙂


The NHL Conference Finals continue tonight, two games on Versus! Here’s the full schedule

Economic Turnaround? Eliminate Fuel Taxes.

US Gas Taxes by StateThis weekend, as I was pumping fuel into our family’s minivan, I had an idea.

I know that our economy is not great. (In fact, I realize that there’s absolutely no way we can actually “recover” from our debt without a seriously radical change in thinking regarding cashflow, in and out… but that’s a different story entirely.) People all across our nation are concerned about their jobs (or lack of jobs), concerned about higher costs, and the ever-present uncertainty of things like the stock market and other financial fixtures.

Well I had an idea that would most assuredly boost our entire economy. And though, as I mentioned, it wouldn’t eliminate the iunsurmoutable debt we have accumulated—and continue to add to—it would provide, in my estimation, a considerable “boost.”

Without delay, federal and all state fuel taxes (gasoline and diesel) should be completely eliminated. Period.

According to the American Petroleum Institute (API), in April 2010, the Federal tax on gasoline is $0.184/per gallon, and State taxes then range from ~8¢/gallon to around 49¢/gallon!. (My state, New York, comes in at a whopping 44.9¢/gallon (on TOP of the Federal tax).

Rather than continuing to tax US citizens, to generate funds that likely could come from other sources, why not allow the economy to thrive by reducing the cost of the “fuel” that runs it. (Pun intended, of course.)

If gas prices were reduced in NY by $0.63/gallon, that would be a savings of roughly $15.00 per tank of gas for our vehicle. $15 per tank full. So, $15 per week, sometimes more. Let’s say we fill up slightly more than once per week, that’s about $900/year that we are getting back, just for our family.

Now, think about how the reduced fuel cost will affect every other part of our economy.

First, consumers have more money to invest in the economy. Buying more things that they need. That’s good. AND, the governments (at least state governments) will make some of the lost fuel tax revenue back from the increased sales tax revenue, right?

Then, added to that, would be the lower cost of goods. The main way we get stuff to where it needs to go—and to the consumers—in our country is the trucking industry. If the cost of fuel was dramatically reduced by eliminating tax, it would have a “ripple” effect on the prices of every other good that was being transported. Food prices would go down, clothing, and whatever other materials are being shipped, and this would allow for more commerce: more buying.

Travel prices would go down, allowing more people to spend their saved money in the travel industries. Companies who use shipping companies to move their products would be able to invest their savings from fuel costs into other areas, which might include providing more jobs.

I can not see how this is not an absolute “win” for everyone involved. Can you? What am I missing here? As I said, there are plenty of other sources of funding that governments could pull from, and some of those would likely be increased by the true “stimulus package” of eliminating this one tax.

Really, this needs to be done in so many areas, but I think if our governments would take this first step, it would be a huge step toward a stronger, healthier American economy.