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My Future Career Tip!

Yesterday, I picked up a Prestige Limousine client in Lake Oswego and took him to PDX for a flight home. As we crossed the Willamette on the Marquam Bridge, we took in the progress of the new light rail bridge being built. He told me that everything, like a bridge, is now built on a computer in the cloud and all sorts of engineering decisions are made there. An engineer can subject the bridge to various loads, make design changes, subject the design to earthquake stresses all on the computer. Because the design is in the cloud, what used to take two to three days for each iteration, even with a powerful computer, now can be viewed instantly or can take as much as a 30-minutes. The cloud substantially decreases the design time, cuts production or manufacturing time, cuts costs and increases safety.

I shared with him the bus charter of children that took us to the new Sellwood Bridge. The children saw from water level the result of shifting a working bridge 30 to 60 feet downstream, so a new bridge could be built in its place. They saw how new piles coffer dams were built and met the engineers working on the project. I doubt if it impressed the children, but I was astounded that most of the civil engineers were women fresh out of college in the last two years. When I grew up, engineers were men.


Big pipe to be used for the new bridge concrete.


Looking up at the old, shifted Sellwood.


My charter bus under the new bridge supports.

Here’s my future career tip: My passenger says his company is looking for female engineers to hire. I failed to ask him why. Maybe women bring a unique perspective to a project; maybe they demand less in salary; maybe it’s good for morale; maybe the answer is none of the above. Whatever, his company wants to hire female mechanical and electrical engineers. All they can get. This is still an area dominated by men, he told me. So if you like to design or build things and you’re a woman consider becoming in demand mechanical and electrical engineers.

Week 4 Football Upsets

#6 Oklahoma 19, #15 Kansas St 24

Seriously!
#24 Boise St. 7, BYU 6 and BYU had five turnovers. That’s not the look of a #24 team.

Well, that’s satisfying!
Oregon State beats #19 UCLA 27 to 20 and Mike Riley is tied for the most wins ever at OSU.

Now, let’s see if #3 Oregon can avoid the SI jinx tonight against #22 Arizona.

UPDATE: #3 Oregon overwhelms #22 Arizona 49 to 0!

Locally. Portland State loses to Southern Utah 49 to 42.

You’ve Realized Your Dream!

You’ve realized your dream. You’ve been perfecting your recipes with your friends to rave reviews and now you’ve taken the big step. The property on Broadway became available and your years-old dream of owning and operating your own Italian restaurant is a reality. How do you let people know you are open?

Here are three things you need to order now. See through signs for your restaurant windows that announce your Grand Opening, a sign board for the sidewalk, maybe one you can write on to show specials, and clear signs for your car. Our car has a sign advertising Landfair Furniture + Design. I often wonder how many people see our sign and logo each day. On the other hand a neighbor owns a restaurant. I know they do. I’ve talked with them about it. I’ve had them spell it for me, but I never can remember the name. I just Googled what I thought was the name and came up empty.

Here’s one solution to finding a sign. Please bookmark the page for our friends at Signazon. Here you will find Window Signs, Car Signs, Outdoor Custom Yard Signs, and much more. You can design your sign online, upload a design, or use a template. It’s easy and if you do need assistance, Signazon has an extensive Help Center offering online help, help with artwork preparation and help with installation. The printing is Ultra High-Res (1440 DPI) Digital Printing and your proof is online. Turnaround time runs from two to six days. In addition, there is no set-up fee and shipping is free.

I know signs work. We’ve used them.We’ve even placed A-frame signs near competitors to let their customers know of additional furniture and accessory choices nearby. Next time I might use the wind signs. They don’t blow over in the wind and they are wheeled for portability.

Two Oregon Quakes

map 1.8  2012/03/26 06:16:55 45.043N 122.247W 11.1
28 km (18 mi) SSE of  Estacada, OR
map 1.8  2012/03/26 00:46:33 43.753N 121.265W  0.3
19 km (12 mi) ESE of  Three Rivers, OR

UPDATE: The Three Rivers quake is on the south shore line of Pauline Lake.

Paulina Lake is one of the twin crater lakes (the other being East Lake), located 6,350 feet (1,940 m) above sea level in Newberry Crater within the caldera of Newberry Volcano, about 25 miles south of Bend, Oregon.


Andrew Klavan Remembers Gary Carter


“Gary Carter Showed Me How to Play the Game”

by Andrew Klavan

I never met baseball Hall of Famer Gary “Kid” Carter, but his death last week from brain cancer at age 57 moved me deeply. Some 25 years ago, his life and his style of play spoke to me and inspired me in a moment of terrible need. It was an example of what celebrity can do when it’s done well.

The second half of my life has been so bright with blessings that it’s difficult for me to think back to the 1980s, when I could see no end to my emotional pain. Personal demons left me blind to the gifts that God had showered on me so generously. I began to think my beautiful wife and baby daughter would be better off without me.

I can’t really say how serious I was when I began to contemplate suicide. But I remember one night, sitting alone in my room in darkness, smoking cigarette after cigarette as I considered the ways in which I might put an end to myself.

The radio was on, playing a Mets game. I’d been trying to listen before the dark thoughts took over. By the time the ninth inning came around, I wasn’t paying attention at all.

One sentence ran through my mind again and again: “I don’t know how I can live.”

Before I knew it, the game had ended and Carter—who apparently had beaten out a grounder to reach first base—was giving a postgame interview. The interviewer asked him how he managed to outrun the throw when his knees were so bad from years of playing catcher, squatting behind home plate.

Associated Press

New York Mets player Gary Carter in 1985

Carter was a devout Christian with just the bright, inspiring Tim Tebow sort of personality our media can’t stand. He was forever thanking Jesus Christ in postgame interviews. He once remarked that he could see the smiles curdle on the faces of unbelieving journalists when he did it, but he felt he had to tell the truth.

I was not a Christian then—not yet—and if Carter had preached religion at that moment, it would have gone right past me. But he didn’t. He said something else, something much simpler but also true. I don’t remember the words exactly but a fair translation would be this: “Sometimes you just have to play in pain.”

Carter’s words somehow broke through my self-pitying despair. “Play in pain?” I thought. “Hell, I can do that. That’s one thing I actually know how to do.”

I had been looking for answers but I didn’t know the answers. I had been looking for solutions, but solutions were for another day. It hadn’t occurred to me that maybe, for now at least, the only way to go on living was to do like the great athletes do and just tough it out.

I did tough it out, and I got therapeutic help, and I abandoned lifelong self-destructive habits and thoughts. And had I known in that moment how very close I was to genuine mental health and happiness, I would have slapped myself stupid for ever thinking to end it all.

Gary Carter didn’t save my life. He was just a ballplayer I’d never met. He didn’t have that power. But because he was how he was and played how he played and spoke with a brash, sunny optimism that made journalists hate him—well, let’s say he lit a candle when a little bit of light made all the difference.

Celebrities don’t owe us entry to their personal lives in payment for their fame. They have the same right to fail and sin and learn that the rest of us do. But when I see athletes behave like thugs on the field—when I hear pop stars romanticize alcohol and drugs and cheap sex with hummable tunes that make self-destruction palatable to the young, or when I see actors star in films that make recklessness and stupidity look cool and admirable—I think they are throwing away a precious opportunity to be something better than they are.

No one can demand that celebrities live well, but I don’t think it’s too much to ask them to behave well and be a little bit careful about what they say and represent. They are role models whether they like it or not. And someone might be listening to them in the dark.

So goodbye, Kid. And thanks. You did it the way it ought to be done.

Mr. Klavan is a novelist, screenwriter, and contributing editor to City Journal.


Racking Up Interest In NFL Football

First there was Carson Palmer, the new quarterback for Oakland that caught my eye. I wanted to see if he could rescue the Raiders. Then Seattle started winning games putting them into playoff contention. Tim Tebow, “the slippery little …Jesus guy” caused me to tune in to the Bronco – Patriots game, only to see the Broncos fumble the game away. As someone wrote, “God loves Tom Brady, too!”

Now we have Jets quarterback Mark Sanchez who has been keeping time with curvaceous beauty Kate Upton.

Not only will I be rooting for Sanchez but I’m inspired to go shopping today for Bev and new underware.


Biden Calls Corzine

Biden says after the new regime took over they talked about a “Bank Holiday.” That’s when they close the banks, devalue the currency, and then let you have some of that new currency. Then he says they called Jon Corzine, formerly of Goldman Sachs, for financial advice. Financial advice from a man who just ran MF Global into the ground and stole over $1.2 billion of investors money.

Now Gerald Celente tells us to expect a “Bank Holiday” in the first quarter of 2012. You can listen to Celente at King World News.

Beavers Into The Tournament

The Oregon State baseball team on Monday earned an at-large bid into the NCAA tournament and will open regional play Friday at noon against Texas A&M in Fort Worth, Texas.

The No. 3-seeded Beavers (35-17) will face the No. 2 Aggies (36-22) of the Big 12 Conference

Dwight Jaynes Leaves Portland Tribune


The Portland Business Journal reports:

Dwight Jaynes, who was one of the Portland Tribune’s first employees, and who most recently served as the editor, is no longer at the newspaper.
[…]
Under his watch, the paper won kudos for its reporting and for its Web site that the paper touts as offering “daily” coverage. However the praise has yet to translate into substantial ad sales. The paper’s weekly page count typically ranges between 24 and 32 pages.

Maybe, Dwight would rather float on the water than finish life like his friend Brian Meehan (see Jaynes recollection of his friend). I for one will miss both men’s weekly comments on the Portland sport scene.

Mick The Umpire

About this time last year, I introduced you to
Mick the Umpire. I said

My friend Mick is a little league baseball ump and has been for over 25 years. It is an unpaid and entirely selfless avocation, if you want to umpire in the world series. I am always entertained by his knowledge of the baseball rules and how they come into play in a game. He has to know instantly how to call a grounder that is fair when it goes bouncing fair past third base, but goes foul or a fly ball that is fair when it passes third, but goes foul. How to instantly react to base running situations is another puzzle for me, but not for him.

The other day a base runner slid toward home and the catcher tagged the runner on the arm as he was reaching for the bag. The tag moved the runner’s arm. Mick called him out and just as quickly checked with the other ump, who also saw the tag and signaled out. Now the manager of the player tagged out, put up a fit and started yelling at Mick that this was the worst call he’d ever seen, that Mick was as blind as any bat, that the call was an injustice to all the good umps out there.

Mick calmly told the manager “that’s enough, move away and return to the dugout.”

The manager did turn away, but had to get one more dig in. “You are an abomination!”

Mick pointed at the manager and emphatically yelled, “You’re out of here!”

The shocked manager said, “But blue, this is a practice game!”

I love baseball. Too bad, so many see this life as just practice.

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