You Know Those Sweet, Tear-Jerking YouTube Reunions?

When my husband finally home came home from Iraq, after his year with the 3rd Armored Cav Regiment in the Diyala province, we decided to surprise the kids at school. Perhaps we had seen one too many of the types of videos like this one. You know the kind . . . where the child doesn’t realize his or her dad is about to pop through the door and then has a joyful reaction caught on tape for the rest of their lives?

Well, please don’t send them to me.  Read why.

The Geek’s Guide to the Kindle Fire

Trust me.  This is the only Kindle Fire review you need to read.  Why?  Because if there’s one thing I understand, it’s how to use technology to enhance your life.  To be clear, I’m not a techno-geek.  I don’t know how anything actually works (nor do I care).  I’m a geek who uses technology to, well, enhance my geekiness.

Before I begin, let’s put the Kindle Fire in context.  The Fire was designed for a particular purpose and it has to be evaluated in light of that purpose.  The question is not, “How good is the Kindle Fire?” but instead, “How well does the Kindle do what it’s designed to do?”  For me, that means it has to fit within my technology plan.

And what is that plan?  I’m glad you asked.

I’m a gamer/reader/lawyer/blogger/(very) frequent traveler, so I need the following:

1.  The gaming machine.  When I say that I’m a gamer, I’m not joking.  I’ve invested seven full years of my life in the greatest video game ever spawned by the mind of man, and with a new expansion coming I have no intention of slowing down.  When dragons threaten Azeroth, I need to put them down with a machine that combines SKYNET’s power with IMAX graphics.  My solution?  A 27 inch iMac with 8 gigs of RAM (soon to be expanded to 16 gigs in time for Diablo III).

2.  The work machine.  I need power and portability.  I haven’t traveled less than 100 days per years since 2006, so I need to edit briefs, draft blogs, write emails, and create manuscripts in airplanes, in terminals, in hotel rooms, on trains, and occasionally in the office.  There is no better portable writing platform than the new 11 inch MacBook Air.  I’ve got 4 gigs of RAM, 128 gigs on the hard drive and enough graphics to log into the World of Warcraft when my guild calls.

3.  The smartphone.  iPhone 4S.  If you need me to explain this, you need help.

So what’s missing?  Ahh yes, the tablet.  I used to think the iPad was the answer.  And for a while it was, kinda.  Before my Macbook Air, the iPad was my travel machine, a small and light tablet that could — in a pinch — serve as a replacement to the laptop.  But the MacBook Air is virtually as small and light and vastly more capable.  So then as I traveled, my iPad became, well, a big Kindle.  I read my books, checked email, and occasionally caught up on the latest episode of Walking Dead.  But the Kindle app interface was a bit awkward (migrating to and from the Kindle store was hardly seamless), it was tough to read while sipping coffee, and ever since iOS 5, the darn thing has run a bit slow.  In other words, I woke up one morning to the startling revelation that my former pride and joy, my iPad 3G, just wasn’t working for me.  It wasn’t cool (everyone has one, so how can it be cool?), it was a bad laptop, and a bulky Kindle.

So, if what I really need is a good Kindle, I took the next revolutionary step and . . . actually bought a Kindle.  The bottom line?  I’m impressed.  Amazon has learned the right lessons from Apple.  Make it simple — and the Kindle interface is ridiculously easy and access to the store is every bit as convenient as iTunes — make it work, and make it stylish.  My oldest daughter, who had made fun of my decision to abandon my iPad, took one look at my new Fire, and snatched it right out of my hands.  She’s reading Hunger Games, I’m reading Zone One, and I think we need a second Fire.

It’s small, but it feels solid.  It’s not metal like the iPad, but its combination of glass front and rubberized back feel substantial, and it looks sleek.  The actual visuals aren’t too busy (the downfall of many a Droid device), and the rolodex-style touchscreen is extremely easy to use.  It lasts just as long as the iPad and seems to charge many times faster, so it smashes my iPad on total uptime.

I’ve been Amazon Prime since launch and for the dedicated Amazon customer the Kindle Fire is an outstanding entertainment delivery device.  As I said, the store interface works well, and the small size makes it an afterthought to pack and hold.  The bliss of reading my book with one hand while sipping my coffee is now routine, and the display screen allows AMC’s zombies to come to . . . umm . . . life in all their gory glory.   And while I’m reading or watching, I can easily pop over to my email or surf the web.

Yes, it’s got droid apps, and droid apps are second-rate, but who cares?  I’ve got an iPhone 4S so my core apps are located within its cavernous 64 gig memory.  No,  the Fire doesn’t have 3G.  But again, who cares?  My iPhone is a hotspot.  The Kindle Fire drops perfectly into its niche.  It’s everything a Kindle should be — an entertainment delivery device more portable than the iPad, linked to better reading and video content than iTunes and iBooks, and — at least for a shining moment this holiday season — actually cooler and more of a conversation starter than any Apple product.

I got my Fire last Friday and even as I opened it a small crowd gathered.  I was first with a Fire, and I basked in the glory and adulation as I passed the small tablet from person to person.

“Very cool,” said one of our young radio producers.

I smiled, slid it into its graphite case, and replied, “Yes, it is indeed.”

Twilight Hater’s Survival Guide

Maybe you don’t have teenage girls in the house, and consequently haven’t watched “Twilight,” “New Moon,” “Eclipse,” and are not standing in line for Breaking Dawn, Part 1.  Maybe you are turned off by the very notion of a love triangle amongst a human, a vampire, and a werewolf.  Or perhaps you are sick of stepping over the Twi-Hard fans at the movie theater who’ve been camping out to see the newest edition of the Stephanie Meyers’ blockbuster book adaptations. What’s a hater to do this week?

Please enjoy your official Twilight Hater’s Survival Guide, tweaked for Breaking Dawn:

1.  Get acquainted with the basic plot in case you run into those pesky Twi-Hards who claim you need to read the books before hating on them. All you need to know is that Bella Swan was a normal girl living a normal life…  until she met a vampire and a werewolf.  It’s the basic girl meets vampire story, with high school graduation angst thrown in for even more angsty fun.

2. Casually quote Stephen King’s old interview with USA Today about Stephenie Meyer: “Both Rowling and Meyer, they’re speaking directly to young people… The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.” The downside to this is that you might be in the unenviable position of defending Pet Sematary.  (If this happens, please go straight to 4.)

3. If the woman in your life drags you to the premiere, excuse yourself to the bathroom after the Kristen Stewart’s third vacant stare (which should be about 37 seconds into it), and slip into Jack and Jill.  (Wait, nothing could be as bad as Adam Sandler as a woman.  Stay in Breaking Dawn.)

4. Are you a feminist? Carmen Siering, an assistant professor of English and women & gender studies at Ball State University, says this book series is anti-woman. Why? It’s “full of gender stereotypes—testosterone-driven male aggression, females who pine away over lost loves, boys who fix motorcycles and the girls who watch them.”  Don’t mind girls watching guys fix motorcycles?  Can’t bring yourself to say “gender studies” without snickering? No matter.  If you pretend to be morally outraged on the basis of gender, people will automatically assume you have principled reasons to hate the film other than because your tired of seeing the tee-shirts at Wal-Mart.

5. Pick a fight with the Twi-Hards by saying Harry Potter has a much weightier struggle than mere romance as he combats the villain who killed his parents.  If you walk by someone discussing who’s hotter – Jacob or Edward – just say “Harry” and watch the fur fly.

6. Ask the Twi-Hard why the sunlight in Stephenie Meyer’s books makes makes the vampires sparkly instead of killing them…  and then quietly walk away while they talk furiously amongst themselves.

7.  Gently suggest, as Rebecca Cusey has, that Bella go to law school instead of marrying Edward.

8. Watch Jimmy Fallon’s hilarious spoof on Robert Pattison’s anti-World Cup musings:

Penn State and Our Culture of Cowardice

“Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at its testing point.”

C.S. Lewis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every now and again a scandal comes along that exposes something dark and troubling about our culture.  For me — and for millions of Americans — the Penn State child abuse scandal is just such an event.  Arguably it is the worst scandal in the history of American sports, combining victimized children with individual cowardice, collective moral foolishness, and cultural failure.  The individual cowardice is clear.  Coaches (even prominent and revered coaches) failed to stop rape and protect children, in large part because they valued their precious football program so highly.  Meanwhile thousands of members of the Penn State student body essentially beclowned themselves by rioting in support of a coach who failed to adequately respond to child molestation.  Think about that for a moment . . . students rioted in support of a coach who failed to protect innocent and vulnerable children.  Simply put, that’s depraved.

The point of this post, however, is not to explore and expose the individual failings or even rant once again against thousands of Penn State students (aside from the short rant above, of course) but to focus on the culture — the toxic moral swamp in which these coaches, administrators and students swim.  Their cowardice and foolishness at the heart of the Penn State scandal gestated in a culture that is divorced from courage and increasingly coddles failure.

Even the most cursory examination of the world around us illustrates that we simply don’t know what courage is.  We’ve utterly devalued the term.  We call teenagers “courageous” when they do such basic things as withstand momentary peer pressure or shrug off critiques of their weight or respond well to bullies.  Hollywood calls its actors and directors “courageous” when they make movies that everyone in Hollywood loves and most people in Alabama hate.  We call ourselves “courageous” when we do things like “speak out” or when we face angry commenters or vindictive bosses.

I’m sorry, but that’s not courage.  Calling it courage is the moral virtue version of participation awards in sports or gold stars for first graders when they stand in line for the bathroom.  Withstanding peer pressure does require some moral fortitude and a bit of pluck, but courage?  ”Speaking out” is so common now that it’s shocking when you come across a person who actually keeps their opinions to themselves.  It’s even difficult to find employees who won’t stand up to their boss in some risky way.  Let’s face it, the American labor force is not known for being docile and undemanding.

Much like we do when we tell our thoroughly average children that they’re exceptional, we build in ourselves and in our kids an expectation about themselves and the world that is utterly at odds with reality.  They emerge from childhood (a time that is now being pushed back to the mid to late twenties) shocked to experience actual failure, shocked that they’re no better and often worse than the people around them, and shocked that the road of life isn’t paved with golden stones.  So they flounder, fail, and blame others for their floundering failures.  And we’re left with a culture that is ill-equipped to make the most basic moral choices — 41% illegitimacy rates, skyrocketing obesity, and rampant drug addiction point to massive personal and collective failures, failures that we spend trillions of dollars of taxpayer money ameliorating and enabling.

And the church, sadly, plays along.  In a reaction against the legalistic excesses of the past, we’ve lurched into the realm of cheap grace, seeing ourselves as compassionate when we make sin comfortable.  Who are we to judge a divorce?  Let’s just love the divorced.  Who are we to judge the addicted?  Let’s just treat the addiction.  And adultery?  Well, sure it’s wrong, but let’s look at root causes.  And above all, let’s make sure we keep loving that adulterer — a love and embrace that exists independently of repentance.  The list could go on and on.

What does this have to do with courage?  Courage, like fidelity, like honesty, like any other virtue is unnatural.  Our fallen natures crave the easy way out, the cheap and quick lie, and the immediate pleasures of the flesh.  To rise above our fallenness we need a particular kind of grace — grace that comes only from God — and moral instruction that overrides the path of least resistance.

Courage is the ability to overcome fear — true, heart-pounding paralyzing fear — to do what we should and, often, what we must.  Every day there are Americans exhibiting courage in battlefields far from home, doing things that you can scarcely comprehend, defying fear of an intensity you’ve likely never experienced.  Why?  For two primary reasons: Love — the bond between brothers in arms can’t be overstated — and a warrior ethos that is drilled in their minds and hearts from day one of their service.  Its core message:

I will always place the mission first.

I will never accept defeat.

I will never quit.

I will never leave a fallen comrade.

In Iraq, I saw that core message lived in ways that stagger the imagination.  Men jump onto burning Humvees to remove the already-dead bodies of their fallen brothers because “never leave” includes not leaving them to be burned into nothingness.  Men fight to stay in a battle after they’ve been shot — to the point of almost coming to blows with medics — because the firefight is not over, and “never quit” means what it says.  And I’ve seen it manifest in more mundane ways, like climbing yet again into the exposed turret of a Humvee for the 100th mission in 100 days across mined road, not knowing if you’ll return but knowing that the odds of escaping unscathed are not in your favor.

I’ll say it again . . . this conduct is not natural.  If we give in to our fallen natures, if we excuse that surrender and wrap our arms around that failure, then we diminish courage, we begin to lose sight of virtue.  This is not to say that we should be unforgiving, but should our embrace precede repentance?  Doesn’t an embrace without repentance enable failure — failure that has ramifications far beyond the individual being embraced?

Condemning the cowardice at Penn State is a vital act of public hygiene.  We are not saying that Joe Paterno or any other participant in that sad and pathetic scandal are beyond redemption.  We are — however — saying their actions were shameful, destructive, and devastating to innocent and vulnerable children.  We are saying that any continued act of “spin” or self-justification is also shameful, destructive, and devastating.  We are also saying that if one good thing can come from this, it can and should be a call to remember what real courage is and a reminder that men — indeed, all people — should defend the defenseless, even when their jobs, their reputations, and even their very lives are at stake.

Our failures are understandable because of our natures. But understanding failure and excusing it are two very different things.  We call men like Joe Paterno to live a life of virtue not just in the hope that he will do what’s right but also as a reminder to ourselves, so that if the crucial moment comes in our own lives we’ll remember what courage is and choose “fight” over ever-so-natural and compelling alternative of “flight.”

Do Newt Gingrich’s Wives Matter?

Joan Walsh has a great line:

The GOP presidential primary is a lot like a kindergarten t-ball game: When it comes to being in first place, just about everybody gets a turn. And now, congratulations, Newt Gingrich: It’s your turn!

This means, of course, that the amiable professor now will now be freshly scrutinized in both his personal and his political life.  So far, he’s not been considered a threat, so his liabilities have been overlooked by his rivals.  However, as he rises in the polls, his life is about to undergo the same treatment that Herman Cain and Rick Perry have experienced… and it’s not going to be pretty.

First let’s talk about the most obvious problem – his wives.  Nineteen year old Newt married 26 year old Jackie Battley, his former high school geometry teacher in 1962.  They had two children, but Newt had an affair with Marianne Ginther and left Jackie to wed Marianne one year later.  Then, in the mid-1990s, Gingrich met a staffer in the House of Representatives — Callista Bisek  – who is 23 years his junior. Newt married her shortly after his divorce from his second wife Ginther.  They are currently married, and Callista plays a front-and-center role in Newt’s campaign.  (She has her own portion on Newt’s website here, in a move that shows that Newt might be tone deaf on how much women voters want to see the trophy wife of a Presidential candidate supposedly running to protect family values.)

Of course, it’s not just the fact that he’s had — count ‘em — three wives.  There’s the infamous “hospital story,” too.  Apparently, Newt visited  Jackie and demanded that she discuss terms of their divorce, while she was in the hospital recovering from an operation for uterine cancer.  (Read how this anecdote has come to define Newt in ways that do not promise to disappear if nominated for the GOP.)

Walsh writes:

Gingrich is probably best known for serving his wife with divorce papers while she was recovering from cancer surgery, so he could marry his mistress, whom he later divorced to marry a staffer. But he’s also probably the only politician, who when you’re asked “What’s the worst thing he’s done?” has done a lot of things that rival leaving his cancer-stricken wife for his mistress.

She details some of his strange positions and mistakes in “Newt Gingrich: Even His Baggage Has Baggage” where she points out that there’s even more to the sexually sordid story.  When he was cheating on his second wife with his third, he did this while leading the drive to impeach Clinton over lying about adultery… “when he was himself lying about adultery.”

He’s asked for forgiveness.  This is not only an important, integral part of the story, it is the story… especially as it pertains to Newt’s salvation. We have all benefited from divine mercy, and are thankful for a Savior who went to such great lengths to make forgiveness possible!

However, as wonderful and life-giving as forgiveness is, there are still real-world consequences to sin.  For example, voters might look at him with skepticism as he runs to combat the moral decay of our nation.  Voters might find his claims to protect traditional marriage a little hard to swallow.  They might also find it hard to trust his political promises, considering how easily he broke his personal promises.

I’ve heard many evangelicals mention Newt as a viable alternative to Gov. Romney, and I can’t help but think that it would be quite ironic if social conservatives make a moral statement against the LDS candidate by rallying behind this thrice married lothario.