Could We Be Related???

Not you and I, sorry if that got your hopes up.

No. Alexander Graham Bell.

I was reading a fascinating article about his secret to greater productivity, figuring (of course) that I could benefit by availing myself of that secret.  (I’m told that a lot.)

Here’s an excerpt from that article, bolded highlights are where I think we have kinship:

Whenon to some new idea and feeling a surge of inspiration, he could work with obsessive focushe hadperiods of restlessness when my brain is crowded with ideas tingling to my fingertips when I am excited and cannot stop for anybody.” During such times… [he] asked that no onedisturb him, lest such interruptions burst the gossamer threads of his emerging ideas. “Thoughts are like the precious moments that fly past; once gone they can never be caught again.”

However, while [his] focus could be laser-like when he was chasing down a eureka moment, much of the time his mind was in fact quite scattered and distracted. While he liked to tinker and dream, he hated getting down to … brass tacks…; he detested dealing with details, the painstaking effort required to verify … He enjoyed intellectual exploration more for its own sake, than any concrete results.

Part of [his] difficulty buckling down also simply had to do with his resplendent imagination and wide-ranging curiosity. He was interested in so many different things that he had trouble thinking about a single idea for any span of time. His mind wished to jump from subject to subject and from observation to observation; he enjoyed reading through encyclopedia entries before going to bed [note: these days that could be replaced by incessant internet surfing], and carried around a pocket notebook to jot down his frequent and varied insights (he had a knack for finding inspiration in any setting).

[You] like to fly around like a butterfly sipping honey, more or less from a flower here or another flower there.”

[His] “flightiness” was actually a big part of his genius, which largely rested on his ability to find novel connections between disparate ideas. But his desire to work on many things at once also greatly hindered his progress in moving forward on any one project.

[Note: I make no claim or implication regarding genius, it’s just that we have so-much-in-common.]

To bring a little organization to his often fragmented thoughts, Bell came up with a method of using what we’ve chosen to dub “location-based prompts.” “Convinced that his physical surroundings induced specific trains of thoughts,” his biographer explains, “he established particular workspaces for particular purposes.”

And that’s what I’m going to try next.  Location-based prompts.  As soon as I get more of my flood-lost home office furniture replaced.  There’s just so much you can get done on an old door resting atop sawhorses.

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The Importance of Doing … -nothing-

In these days of constant work and connection, taking time to do nothing is one of the most difficult agenda items. But it’s more important than ever.

Having too much to do is a national epidemic and, in many ways, a status symbol. Americans work more hours than citizens of any other developed nation in the world, according to the International Labor Organization. On average, we annually work 137 hours more than the Japanese, 260 hours more than the Brits, and 499 hours more than the French. We’re so busy that many of us don’t even take time for vacation. According to a study by the US Travel Association’s Project Time Off, 54 percent of Americans didn’t use all of their vacation time last year, resulting in 662 million unused vacation days. “We are working more and more,” says Katie Denis, Vice President of Project Time Off. “Being the last car in the parking lot is no longer the metric. Now it’s who answers email fastest and latest.”

While it might seem comforting to know that everyone struggles with the constant tug of activity—misery loves company, after all—[some] actually find it depressing. If the collective sense is that we need to work more, do more, go more, that just makes it harder to stop.

In these days of constant work and connection, taking time to do nothing is maybe one of the most difficult agenda items. But we’re continuing to discover that’s it’s more important than ever. Not only does down time bolster mental health by giving our brains time to unwind, it replenishes drive and creativity. Which is to say, working less and doing nothing can actually make work time more productive.

[Once you rediscover] a slower rhythm, [you may] also [remember] the second part of Newton’s Law—that an object at rest stays at rest.

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Aunt Clara, Is That You? Mother Jefferson??

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I do wish the media would stop reporting about Former House Speaker Nancy Pelosi’s increasingly frequent brain freezes, misspeaks, and general mental fog.  Mad Maxine Waters is just a step behind her on the way to The Home.

It’s not nice to pick on the mentally challenged.  It -is- nice to show them the way to the exit, though.  But could they find it on their own?  No, they will keep getting returned to office by voters (and we use that term loosely) who want to keep getting free stuff.

This is cute, though…


10 Years Old Forever!

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Boys in the pool, rasslin’, splashin’, having fun.  We’ve all seen it.  So joyous and relaxing (until they splash US), so entertaining…

I was one of those boys, then I grew up (sort of), and later started –coaching– those boys, and girls, too.  But the  boys were always more fun because they were less inhibited, more gregarious, more challenging to guide and manage.  Like herding cats, or nailing Jell-O to the wall.  Maybe that’s why the images of their antics are planted in the memory with such enduring permanence.

I live in a relatively small town where many of our youth come back to live and raise their own families, and I have been here so long myself that it is rare to go somewhere locally when a former coached kid will yell from across the restaurant or grocery/hardware aisle, “Hey, Coach!”  The girls who I encounter don’t yell, and most of them moved away, anyway.  Apparently, the boys prefer to keep hanging around the old swimming hole.

And I look at those boys, and their receding or (now) salt-and-pepper hair, and wonder, “Who the heck is that???”  Then, as if reading my mind, or seeing the puzzled look on my face, they say, “It’s -me-, Brian Buvenstein, I swam for you!”  And THEN I remember little Brian “Buvie” Buvenstein, gap-toothed grin and freckles, spitting water at Suzie Burch and cartwheeling off the diving board at the end of summer team practice, “Buvie” with the good-looking mom who wore skimpy bikini tops at the outdoor pool summer meets, “Buvie” who ratted out Chuck “The Duck” Shaw because he stole his kickboard or ran him over with one, “Buvie” who anchored that critical relay with a come-from-behind surge to edge out the rival team from the “good” neighborhood.  Yeah, I remember “Buvie.”  But when I look at his receding salt-and-pepper hair, the two-day-old stubble that seems to be the fashion these days, and that six-foot-three strapping man in the Dickie’s work shirt, I don’t see that.  I see a skinny 10-year-old kid with chlorine-bleached hair, freckles surrounding a perpetually sunburned nose, a gap-toothed mischievous grin, and I hear him say, “Just ONE more jump off the board, Coach?  PLEASE?”  And I hear myself answer, “OK, sport, but 5 pushups first, deal?”  “DEAL!”

I remember all of them.  And the moms in the skimpy bikini tops.

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A Notice For The WAVE’s 3 Readers…

We have no illusions about being able to sway the minds of the collective voting public with inspiring or moving wordsmithing or reporting, regardless of our feeling about the boor in the WH, the previous boob in the WH, or the criminal, failed candidate for the WH, so we have chosen a path more suited to our liking, which is to write about what we like and want to write about.  Some will suit you, some will not, but if you will read the subtitle of The Wave, you will at least understand it.

Today we are going to write about 10-year-olds and why they live in our memories forever as 10-year-olds.  That’s the next post.

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Ideas For Future Posts

Sorta busy with this thing called “part-time job”. Probably should refer to my status as “part-time retired”. Some days are pretty good with the “job”, so much so it probably shouldn’t be called a job.  It’s fun.  And rewarding. And fulfilling. And satisfying. Knowing you can and -do- make a difference.  Other days it leads to thoughts about real retirement.

I listen to archived Art Bell shows (“Somewhere In Time”,, not to be confused with, which is about Ravi Shankar, the Beatles’ guru), and last night a caller (show was from 1996, I think, still sounds contemporary) made this comment, which was so profound I didn’t need to write it down:

“We become content with our dissatisfactions.”

If that’s true, then it suggests we become complacent with our station in Life. That’s not good. I may have more to say about that later.

My sister posted something profound on her Facebook page, I think she is getting fed up with the attitude of her younger-but-not-smarter new supervisor, who makes up for her lack of experience and people skills with an abundance of bristling arrogance and overwhelming incompetence. My sister has decided to follow the advice of former local radio personality Mike Richards who would always sign-off from his daily show with “..and don’t let ANYONE steal your JOY!”  She posted this:

From 6:30 – 2:30 tomorrow I will laugh in the face of Adversity.

And then followed it up with this:

“What we permit, we promote”, a wise lady repeated more than once…. Today we permit no more. We will laugh again.

My sister is so smart.  And cool.