Tuesday, September 24, 2013

♫ Comfortably Numb ♫

On the way to work this morning, I was listening to 106.9/107.5 The Eagle, Houston's Classic Hits Station.  I am driving my daughter's Chevy truck for a while and she does not have Sirius/XM radio like my Ford truck does, so I am forced to endure the inane drivel that is morning drive-time FM radio.

An old Pink Floyd song, "Comfortably Numb," came on, and it really caught my attention and started me on a day-long journey through some emotions that were deeply hidden inside my soul. (or maybe I was just craving that morning French Vanilla Cappuccino).

At any rate, the song got me to thinking about the wide variety of meanings that I associate with someone or myself being "comfortably numb." A Google Search for "meaning of comfortably numb lyrics Pink Floyd" came up with some possibilities:  1) Roger Waters in a dentist's chair receiving meds for a toothache; 2) reference to heroin use; 3) Roger Waters not feeling well due to his diabetes and taking meds before a concert; or 4) alluding to any adult who has wishes and dreams that have eroded.

Here are some of the thoughts I thought during the day:

My immediate thoughts raced back to the last two years watching my dad wither away and die with my mom dying exactly three months later. Numb does not even begin to describe the feeling during the spring of this year as our family was forced to say goodbye to both of them. I think I reached a point of being "comfortably numb" sometime late this summer. Still not accepting, but slowly trying to sort it all out. When I feel like I am going to be able to experience some of the raw emotion and feelings of loss and sadness, I revert back to the "comfortably numb" state. Deep down, however, I know that I need to make that emotional journey, and sooner rather than later. For now, toward this topic, I remain "comfortably numb."

After picking my my French Vanilla Cappuccino (see previous link), I started thinking about how our society in general goes about its daily rituals "comfortably numb." I know there are a lot of caring, loving, spiritual people in the world, but it really is easy to slip into that same, comfortable routine each day and find ways to minimize or ignore the harsh realities in our world.

This got me to thinking about parenting and the modern American family. With all the pressures faced on a daily basis by parents who are trying to raise their children, an easy way out is to become "comfortably numb" by tuning out bad behavior and by not bothering to set good examples.  I am aware of a school campus that experienced two fights before school in the last week. Prior to this, the school had seen two fights in the last twelve years.  Is this the new normal for childhood behavior?  Have parents become too "comfortably numb?" Am I a "comfortably numb" parent? What kind of adults will the children of "comfortably numb" parents become?

Since I work in education, I naturally started to think of this topic in terms of the modern school system.  I have been involved in the public education system since 1991, and I have seen a lot of changes in that time.  Each year, I see more and more students become "comfortably numb." They choose not to participate in school activities or are bullied out of participation.  Students sense a growing disconnect between formal education and employment, between "success" and happiness.  In all but a few cases, technology is simply a means of becoming "comfortably numb," not the cause, as so many people would have you believe.  Overworked teachers can too easily become "comfortably numb."  Administrators overwhelmed with discipline issues and funding nightmares can find temporary peace by being "comfortably numb."

As you can see, my mind, conscience, and soul all had a busy day inside my head and heart.

Lest you think that I just went home, crawled under the covers, and cowered in the dark awaiting oblivion (or a "Love It Or List It" rerun), take heart! I went home and blogged about the whole thing!

I also realized that this song was speaking to me and telling me to snap out of my "comfortable numbness."

These things I now know:

  • I know I have to come to terms with the death of both parents three months apart.
  • I know I have to be a better citizen in my school district, in my town, in my state, in my country, and in my world. OUR world.
  • I know I have to be a better parent (or stand-in parent), not only to my own biological Dunklings, but all the honorary Dunklings out there.
  • I know, as an employee in public education, I have a precious responsibility to be the best I can be every day at work. I need to be a positive example at all times, and I need to wake up from my professional numbness and work for lasting, meaningful change.


Is it OK to be "comfortably numb?"

What about you? Are you "comfortably numb?"

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Automatic Writing - Thinking About It

Currently, I'm reading "Finding Your Element:  How to Discover Your Talents and Passions and Transform Your Life" by Ken Robinson, with Lou Aronica. I've read the first chapter so far, and I'm impressed with what I've read. I already have some ideas for teacher professional development, coaching, and mentoring.

One of the ideas discussed in the book is called "automatic writing."  Not the mystical, psychic, spiritual form of automatic writing, but writing with free association and no planning or editing.  The book discusses that this can be done in private or in a public forum. I am considering doing it in blog post format for all to see.

Before I take this plunge, would any of you like to weigh in on the idea or any experience you have with automatic writing? I would appreciate the input.

My only fear about doing automatic writing in a public space is that I will subconsciously be policing my thoughts and, by extension, what I write. Probably not a purist view of automatic writing, but I think it will be the most enlightening for me (and, it is my hope, for you, too).

(random picture, no hidden meaning . . . maybe . . . )

Friday, July 19, 2013

Tour of Wife's Flower Gardens - 7-18-2013

A Stroll Through My Wife's Flower Gardens 7-18-2013 on PhotoPeach

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Last Day For Teachers Haiku

last day for teachers; you could see the stress erase; and the buildings sighed

Friday, June 7, 2013

Windmill Down!

We were very thankful for the rain last night. We were happy that we did not receive any hail. The lightning show was fantastic. We did, however, have one casualty:


Just as the storm was approaching the Dunk Ranch, there was a pretty violent gust of wind. I didn't realize that the windmill had fallen over until I walked around the house a little while later. The wooden derrick part of the windmill weighs a lot, so I was surprised that it blew over. A few of the blades are bent, but I think I can straighten them out fairly well.

I guess now I know why the windmill came with pre-drilled holes and sections of rebar to anchor it to the ground . . .

Thursday, January 31, 2013

New Song: Paul Wood's Lexus

I've been inspired by the upcoming TCEA conference and the traveling south of Dean Shareski to rewrite Little Texas' hit song, "God Blessed Texas." (I hope they don't sue)

Here's a youtube of the original song and lyrics:



And here are my lyrics:


Paul Wood’s Lexus, by Dean Shareski
(to the tune of God Blessed Texas, by Little Texas)

I’ve seen a lot of places, I’ve been around the world.
I’ve seen some pretty faces. There was some beautiful girls.
After all I’ve witnessed, one thing still amazes me.
Just like TCEA, you have to see to believe.

Paul Wood’s Lexus, with Paul at hand;
Brought down Shareski from the airport land;
Gave him a place where he  could ride;
If you wanna see Austin brother, time you’ll bide.
I’ve been sent to talk to Texans;
in Paul Wood’s Lexus.

First Dean left Moose Jaw,
Deep in Saskatchewan;
Then Dean flew southward,
For all of Texas to see.
Well everybody knows that Shareski works in mysterious ways.
He took a rest then, and showed a pantless leg.

Paul Wood’s Lexus, with Paul at hand,
Brought down Shareski from DFW land.
Gave him a place where he  could ride.
If you wanna see Austin brother, time you’ll bide.
I’ve been sent to talk to Texans,
in Paul Wood’s Lexus.

Well, I’ve been sent to talk to Texans;
Mmmmm . . . in Paul Wood’s Lexus.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Playing around with voicethread

I haven't used voicethread in a while, so I thought I'd dust it off and give it another chance. I want to use this in a future training with teachers as a collaboration tool.  Feel free to comment. Thanks.