Rock Climbing

Rock climbingLast week, I went to a rock climbing gym with my friends who climb every week. Unlike them, I am overweight and out of shape. I strapped up and clipped into the belay, got about three feet off of the ground, and panicked.

“What am I doing here?” I thought. “This was a big mistake.”

Thankfully I was there with good friends, who didn’t taunt me or belittle me. I tried again a few minutes later and got about four feet off of the ground. Then again. And again. Every time I freaked. So when my friends said that they had a climb that was easy, I resigned myself to climbing one more time. Suddenly, I was two-thirds of the way up. I could do this. I kept moving, without thinking, until I could touch the pipe on the ceiling.

A few days later, I was still sore, and still happy. I did something that I never thought I could do, and I’m a better man for it.

Pirate Ophthalmology: The Treatment for Amblyopia

Blackbeard the Pirate with Hipster GlassesI used to blame the eye doctor for my bad vision. You see, I was born with amblyopia, which is a fancy way of saying “lazy eye”. From what I understand of ophthalmology (which is very little), the problem is not so much my eye as my optic nerve. The camera works fine, but the wiring is faulty. Fortunately, there’s a cure: dressing up as a pirate.

When you’re young and your brain is still developing, it’s a lot easier to strengthen the eye’s connection to the brain. With amblyopia, there’s a “good” eye and a “bad” eye. The bad eye is lazy; it’s not sending the proper signals to the brain. With the good eye functioning normally, there’s no need to. But if you disable the good eye, the bad eye has to pick up the slack. The underdeveloped optic nerve will start to grow and heal, and the kid’s vision will improve.

The problem is disabling the good eye. The easiest way to do this is to put a patch over it.

“You’ll look like a pirate,” the doctor told me.

“I don’t want to be a pirate.”

I was a smart kid and the doctor couldn’t fool me. The medical eye patch looked nothing like a pirate patch. It was flesh-colored and taped onto my face. And even if my mom were to draw on a skull and crossbones, I wouldn’t be able to notice. The whole point of the exercise was to blind me. With my good eye covered and my bad eye so lazy, I couldn’t see worth a damn. I couldn’t watch TV or play with my friends, or even walk down the staircase.

So I cheated.

My parents couldn’t watch me all the time, so it was easy to peel away the tape and peek around the edge. By doing so, I could see better at the time, at the cost of ruining my adult vision.

Years later, I blamed myself for being so stupid. I blamed the doctors for thinking a little kid wouldn’t cheat. Eventually I came to terms with it. It’s no one’s fault that I have bad vision. It’s just the way I am.

Spelling Reform

Phonetic Works of William ShakespeareEnglish Spelling is screwed up, though if you’re literate enough to read this sentence, you probably already know that. The real question is, what can we do to make it more logical? I’ve given a lot of thought to the matter and come to the conclusion, not much.

On the surface, spelling reform seems easy. All we have to do is take words with funky spelling, like “through”, and rewrite them more phonetically: “thru”. Or we could take “though” and rewrite it “tho”. Makes sense, right?

One problem, though. The “th” sound in “through” is different than the “th” in “though”. The latter is voiced, more like a “d” than a “t”. It would be more correct to spell it “dho”, as odd as that spelling looks to native English eyes.

So imagine that we change every voiced “th” to a “dh”, every “the” to a “dhe”. We’re still left with two letters representing one sound. This would cause a problem in words like “hardhat”, where the “d” and “h” represent two different sounds. To get around this, we’ll have to invent some new letters, or at least borrow them from another language, like Icelandic. Thus “through” becomes “þru” and “though” becomes “ðo”. Meanwhile “hardhat” becomes “hardhæt” (notice the two different “a” sounds.) With just this one little fix, most every word in the English lexicon changes.

When it comes to spelling reform, it’s very easy to fall back on the reducto ad absurdum argument. We can make spelling reforms without making English look like a foreign language. With such a large corpus of written work, English spelling has become very resistant to change. Our best bet is to change I couple of the worst offenders, like anything containing “ough”. Much of this change is occurring organically. For example, “through” is already “thru” on most street signs. I suggest we sun with it and use “thru” in all of our correspondence.

What do you think about spelling reform. More? Less? None? What’s a good amount of change to make English easier to use?

Aloha Hawaii: A Penthouse Sunrise in Waikiki

Sometimes things turn out for the best. Case in point: a couple of years ago, I had a hotel reservation in Waikiki that got screwed up. After some back-and-forth with the check-in desk, I somehow ended up in a penthouse suite. Our room didn’t even have a number. It was called the Oahu Suite. The suite was spacious, though not very luxurious. That didn’t matter. Even if the room was nothing special, the view made up for it. Even late at night, I could tell it was going to be spectacular. I could barely sleep that night, and as soon as dawn started to break, I was out on the balcony snapping these photos.

Watching the sun rise from a Waikiki penthouse was definitely a once in a lifetime experience. But I couldn’t stay on that balcony for very long. Once the sun was up, I went out onto Kalakaua Avenue and got some pictures before heading over to the beach. It was an amazing experience, and one of these days, I’d love to go back.

Have you ever stayed in a hotel room or suite with an awesome view? If so, where? Let me know in the comment section.

Early to Bed, Early to Rise

Start Early with a Bill Gates Centerfold on a Wheaties BoxBenjamin Franklin once said, “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” I don’t know if I’m all that healthy, wealthy and wise, but I do like to go to bed early.

Even when I went off to college, I just wasn’t the kind of guy to pull an all-nighter. I wasn’t even the kind of person to pull a late-nighter. I hated living in the dorms, mostly because I had trouble sleeping when everyone else was partying. I felt like a forty-something living with a bunch of nineteen-year-olds. I had hoped all throughout childhood that, when I was an adult, I would fit in better with other adults. But even I still felt out of place.

Today I am still an earlybird. On the weekends, I don’t like to stay out past midnight. I don’t mind partying; I’d just rather do it a little earlier in the evening, so I can get up the next morning and have a nice cup of coffee. I don’t begrudge other people staying up late, but it’s quite simply not for me.