Friday, May 29, 2015

Emergency sleep aid: Quiet POV train videos from drivers cab and open air car.

We had to get Shaw totally asleep by 8 tonight. An active day, no nap, an early dinner, and a bath was step one. Then I pulled out the big guns, DEFCON 4, red alert, last resort kinda tactics - YouTube train videos.

But they had to be very specific. Quiet, no harsh cuts, no ads, lulling, and long.

I let him make his "nest" in the big bed (we're on vacation, but that's another post), and I set my laptop screen to the dimmest brightness, with the sound very low. He was out in 10 minutes with this one.

Skip the intro though, it's still photos. Go to 58 seconds in for the sleep inducing ride to begin.


Tuesday, May 19, 2015

My MAAN Box: Marginalization, Anxiety, Anger and Neglect - an art project?

Here's a rant on a rare emotional box I was in last Wednesday and Thursday.

To contrast this rant, I'll intersperse it with recent family photos.

Think of this as an art project. 

My Man Box

I had a lot of "stress" or "pressure" last week, and for one reason or another, wasn't handling it functionally. Those words are in quotes because it's also possible that I was just a busy, fully stocked steam engine, with no release valve.

Either way, most everything people said bothered me, such as, "You must feel disappointed you didn't go to Egypt."

Really? "Must I?". You fargin icehole. How dare you tell me how I feel? How about asking me how I feel? Ever think of that? You wingnut?

Or folks will say cheerly, "Hi Caleb."

And I would dearly want to say, "Fuck off."

In this box, I loathe even more than usual, frequent and fake laughs, repetitive anything in speech such as, "like," "as I said," "sort of," and "it's all good." Oh, and people who say the same thing twice, or three times, in slightly different ways, and  people in general, and their friends, relatives and people they have met - or seen online. 


What lead up to this?

A LOT! Work ramped up suddenly, with a consulting contract with USAID and a trip to Burlington for a conference, both intertwined. A trip was planned to Egypt with a week's notice, then canceled. But the contract got more intense in terms of work because it became virtual. This left me simultaneously holding down my job, ramping back up on e-textiles and laser cutting, while doing instructional design for Schoology.com and traveling 2.5hrs north and back to Burlington.  I was way outside my Flow zone for sure. What I was in really was more of a white knuckle ride.  But I was tough, wasn't I? Bring it on baby!
 
And then return to the home front after this work conflagration. I felt a bit like a mix of two stereotypical men you might recognize from movies and books. The first stereotype is the 1950's father who comes home from work and retreats to an easy chair, a drink, and silence. The other is the stereotypical rebel biker, hitting the road for freedom, leaving everyone behind who messes with him with nothing more then a middle finger and loud noise.

While I'm at it, here's a confabulation of the the rants these two stereotypes might go on.  "These infidels can't possibly understand the shitstorm I just came from at work, the pressure, diverse complexity, and outside my skillset things I'm trying to do at work...while also networking so I'm employable if I lose my job.  They don't know how much I'm unsure it will all work! They worry about trivialities with no realization that the entire world supported by my paycheck is at a breaking point! Are they checking in with me? They are not. There's no time for that. And if they did, they wouldn't like Daddy Downer's answer now would they? And they couldn't possibly understand anyway, since they aren't working with me and don't really care about LMSes and ISD, so, why even try to tell anyone how I feel?" Where's my drink? Or my Harley, or maybe both with a hotel room on the beach with...Oh, and I don't actually have TIME to get all touchy feely, since I have two hours of work to do after dinner and putting the kids to bed. And now it's my turn to hold the baby since my wife is on the frickin' edge after a day with two cranky kids. So we've both had a hard day, but I'm treated like I'm fresh for battle when I walk in the door, when actually, I'm just returning, and I'm wounded! But I'm a soldier.  If they felt like I did, could they handle it? I think not. They'd crumble under the pressure. They would. But I'll be fine. I won't crumble, hell, I won't even say anything. You know why? because if I did, I'd do it wrong and end up in a screaming fight with my wife, instead of getting the support and understanding I really need. Oh, but I'll make it. I'm strong and tough and I get the job done. I won't complain or explain. Rat bastards. Ectoplasms! "

This particular mental and emotional box has some flavors of the "Man Box" a term coined by Tony Porter in his TED talk "A Call To Men". But I am not experiencing the parts of Tony's Man Box that have to do with women, just my own emotions.

Being a man can be confusing, because sometimes the bad is bundled with the good. It's hard to know which is which sometimes. I like a lot of "man-ish" things (which I think are not limited to men at all) that I think can be helpful to the right family.  I like being the one in my household who worries about the car engine, tire tread ware, and how thick our break pads are. I clean the really dirty drains and pipes, and keep them clean - on the inside where the hair and gunk is. I think often about the condition of the inside of our furnace and I have a compulsion to grow lawn grass fast in an upward direction, that I then spend time cutting it back down, vs growing healthy vegetables we can eat, like my wife focuses on...silly wife! I often wonder if our computers need some optimizing and how much money we need to save for new windows in 2021. I'd rather make something with tools that is really hard and makes my body hurt and sweat then go to the gym and hurt and sweat. I like getting a little cut and working right through it with blood on my shovel, while I'm in the mud, in a ditch, in the freezing rain. I make sure my hands get really cold at the start of ever winter, so I don't need to wear gloves all the time. I'm pretty sure that if a big monster comes,  I'm the one who will be killed slowing it down as my wife takes the kids out the back. I have hunting guns I wish I used more then once a decade. I've owned trucks. I have plans on how I'll kill small animals to eat during the zompoc.

But the bad parts of being a man I don't like. Somewhere I got into self-identifying as someone who is tough and doesn't express that I'm hurt. And I didn't get into expressing how I feel in non-violent communication ways that people respond to positively. I tend to incite folks, or be confused and neurotic, when I try and explain how I feel. Most of the time it takes me hours or days to even know.

Man Box is a good way to talk about it in two words. The sides of my box seem made of a mixture of marginalization, anger, anxiety, neglect and fear.  The top of the box is definitely fear, held tightly down in my chest, over my heart.  I become quiet, focused on work, wanting to be alone, or with those who can understand what I'm experiencing because they are too. Dive bars become attractive ideas, so escape, like eating lots of mac and cheese, with a bottle of wine, while watching two or three movies in a row. Or perhaps sailing.

But I got out, through the top of the box, on Thursday.

I expressed my feelings to my wife, gently, briefly. She is amazing at receiving my baggage, if it's handled well. And I wrote this post over several days. I took a long walk, drank water, and watched a movie. Expressing  is good. The fear went on its miserable way, hopefully not to another man. A kind strength came into the place of fear in my chest. It's almost all gone now, I'm more flowing at work and through some of the more complext unknown, unknowns of these two hard gigs.

Ironically, it takes more strength for me open up then for me to be in my box. If I'm really toughened up, battle ready and with my sword sharpened, being the man I want to be, the good parts of being man, then I can express my feelings. The box becomes a thing used for shipping stuff, or making forts with the kids, not for being in.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go: Cairo and Egypt a No Go

Egypt trip got canceled for me and several others the day before the trip. Contact is the same number of days of work, about 20, but virtual now with "maybe" travel. I'm now focusing on creating a manual for content developers to use Schoology.com, and instructional design, training and tech support on a tight schedule.
I doing some teacher videos too, and screencasts, so I will have to use my fancy new clothes.

I was in Burlington when the news came in, prepping for an e-textiles and laser cutting workshop at the Champlain College's Maker Fablab. This is for the Dynamic Landscapes EdTech conference May 21, 22 that I was going to go to when I returned from Egypt.  I rolled with it, I had to be up in Burlington anyway. My boss at World Learning said I was made for this type of work, because it often gets crazy with two governments, several organizations, and lots different skillsets and context on a project like ECASE. One needs to be flexible and positive I think. And I'm getting the same pay anyway. Back to work on a very tight deadline for a manual and screencast to help a lack of in-person training!






Saturday, May 9, 2015

Have cheapt suit - will travel: Suddenly going to Cairo, Egypt for work with World Learning on a USAID Project!

Don't worry. I'm from the government and I'm here to help.
Have cheap suit, will travel!
I'm so happy to have a supportive family, and a passport! The first week after Ivy was born, I got a rushed 9-day contact with World Learning to help them with a very small part of a USAID Project called ECASE (info) in Egypt with the Ministry of Education. I worked on it when Laura and Ivy were aslseep and Shaw was at school in the mornings.

A few days ago they had an opportunity suddenly come up to send me to Cairo to continue the work. Since I have an EdTech conference May 20, 21, and 22 in Burlington, VT. I'm flying into and out of there. 12 days away. I'm feeling both excited to go, and a little nervous to be away.  I'll be helping with the instructional design, training and tech support for three online classes for 10th and 11th grade Egyptian student at new STEM high schools. 

My boss, Sean Conley, has done a lot of this kind of work and referred me. He also gave me the tip to go to our local Van Heusen outlet and get expendable government issue type business travel clothes. After 7 years in VT, I've become like a farmer in terms of business clothing.  I only have my wedding suit!

But not any more. $250.00 later, I'm decked out out in a suit, 2 pairs of slacks, 2 white shirts, three white t-shirts and two ties (black and navy).

Most importantly, no mathematical combination of these clothes known to man can clash, and nobody will panic if I ruin them - which I will.

Laura went nuts with my camera. See below:





Monday, May 4, 2015

Update on Shaw and Ivy

Ivy is suddenly eating, sleeping more than ever this last week, as she learns to move her head and follow us with her bright eyes. She is smiling more and trying to talk. Literally though, she's is eating, sleeping and pooping so much it's crazy. We think she'll plump up the balloon Shaw was for a few months - We'll see.

 Shaw is more a little kid, loving playing any sort of ball game, and sticks, water, mud, dirt, etc.



They are getting along better, mostly. Shaw did sneak a hit on Ivy once and said he "wanted her to go away" so he could, "be with momma. " It's still hard at times on his end. Lots of hugs and he mostly goes to sleep with me in the guest room. We "read" together until he's tired and falls asleep next to me. Then I take him to his room. Then, sometimes, just so he hit all three upstairs rooms and beds,  he goes to the "big bed" with Ivy and Laura in our room between 2am and 6am.


Mostly, he's a wonderful helper who seems to really love Ivy.
And Shaw had his 3rd birthday last Wednesday, I'm working on a photo album. Will post soon.