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I thought of my own family action-comedy plot that may entertain you.

First, let me give you some background. Michelle bought me a jogging stroller for Father's Day. Bless her soul. I love it. It is a scientific wonder to me.
As I run along behind it, I am hardly aware I am using it. It glides. Even with the added weight of Sophia, the diaper bag, bottles of water and milk, and other necessities, it thrusts forward. With pockets, pouches, and a large under-side basket, I imagine I could pack away enough essentials to do a jogging tour of Europe. The front and rear shocks give the stroller all-terrain capability. I have tested it on overgrown grass and dirt.

I was jogging along Sochi Friendship Grove when I marvelled at the conveniences of Modern Man. Can you imagine what the Cave Man or Midieval Man would think of this mobile contrivance? There upon, the outline of a screen play came upon me.

The idea starts with the familiar time travel plot. Add a twist of the family action-comedy.

With the opening credits, we develop the background on the young father. He is a modern dad: he changes diapers, bottle-feeds, and reads to his baby daughter. He does his best to balance baby and life. We see clips of him innovating ways to exercise with baby: bench-pressing baby, arm curls with baby, etc. Finally, the opening scene shows dad getting a jogging stroller and excitedly getting baby ready for their first run.

Only this is no ordinary jogging stroller. Mom explains, it is an experimental design that her reclusive engineer brother put together after he lost his job at the defense department. Some foreboding about the strange things her brother has been up to.

The stroller has GPS navigation system for determining speed and location. A built-in CD system with stereo speakers. A heads-up infrared display allows night vision. The tires have an automatic pressure system to adapt to all terrains. A compact underside carriage supports a small refrigeration system powered by solar panels stitched into the all-weather fabric. Mom demonstrates the special fabric is inpenetrable to golf balls and sharp objects. This is a super stroller for a super dad.

Eager to try it out, dad almost leaves without the baby. He decides the first outing will include a stop at his brother-in-law's house to thank him for this wonderful gift. The tempo picks up. We see dad gliding along and trying out different features of the stroller at the park, in the alley, cutting through traffic. Zoom shots of baby reveal other features of the stroller: an onboard DVD system featuring cartoons. Toys and trinkets that fold out of the fabric. Baby is near as happy as dad.

A little winded, Dad comes upon the brother-in-law's house. The yard is neglected and the house seems to emit a strange light. He can hear loud noises inside. Nobody answers the door bell. With stroller, dad decides to enter through the side door on the garage. As chance would have it, he stumbles right into his reclusive brother-in-law's latest experiment: a time travel device. After what seems an electrical storm, we see dad, stroller, and baby vanish into thin air. The brother-in-law is startled by the surprise entrance. He despairs as he realizes what he has done.

From here, the movie forks into two loosely-connected plots. On the one hand, we have dad and baby transported to the past. On the other, we have brother-in-law and wife trying to get them back to the present: unsuccessful attempts actually have the effect of moving dad and baby further back in the past before a final attempt brings them home.

At first, although disoriented, dad successfully navigates his way through the open terrain of the Old West. Then he runs out of his supply of breast milk and diapers. The Super Dad we once knew is desperate and disoriented. Discovered by a cadre of outlaws, Dad and the shiney stroller attract unwanted attention. Action scenes insue where Dad narrowly outruns and outwits the horse back outlaws using the technological sophistication of the stroller. Finally, he is saved by a farmer's wife who sympathizes with the baby.

Dad befriends the farmer's wife. Soon he is trading her breast milk and rudimentary diapers for his babysitting and transportation services. The drama here is that Super Dad is forced to nurse babies the old fashioned way - without modern conveniences. Meanwhile, his modern Dad enthusiasm for child-rearing changes the women's expectations of what their cowboy husbands can do. As the angry cowboys try to run Dad and baby out of town, coincidentally the brother-in-law and wife attempt to bring them back, only to transport them further away in time.

Again disorientated, Dad navigates his way through a pre-civilization terrain. We repeat the drama of the Old West formula, only this time the child-rearing is much harder with less conveniences. Super Dad is getting a real lesson in the hard life of suffering moms. This is the forgotten history. Alexander the Great and other heros are in the background. We see the daily, forgotten heroics of our ancient mothers who raised families quietly alongside the restless, warring ambitions of men.

For some humor, the women start to catch-on to the innovation of the stroller. We see wooden carriages with stone wheels being fashined together with leafage. The men hijack the design to create carriages for their war supplies.

Finally, the stroller is destroyed in an adventure sequence that climaxes right as Dad and baby are transported back to the present. Baby and mom are reunited. Dad returns to nursing baby, exhibiting his new found skills, and his workaday routine. The End.

I admit it is corny but better than some movies I have seen lately. I could see Ben Stiller as the dad. Hollywood, where do I start?

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Coming of Age

Excerpts from my journal...

I have a shelf of journals from when I was an aspiring writer in college, and before I let corporate America bleach the color from my personality. I decided some of the material should be digitized. As they say, publish or perish... I hapharzardly picked a notebook from the shelf, opened the first page, and began transcribing. In other words, I applied no editorial strategy to these excerpts (yet).

25-May-1997:

"Today I climbed through the green foothills to a rocky balcony that overlooks the sprawling and buzzing city of Boulder. At a glance the landscape seems dry and sparsely populated with pine trees. Before I have hiked a hundred yards from the trail head, I perceive the hard truth of the thin vegetation. The land is not dry for lack of rain or mist. Rain washes these slopes even in the summer season."

"The rocky ground prohibits the permeation of much water. The pervasive rock is hostile to the tender roots of trees, brush, and flowers despite the regular rain, mist, and snow. I realize the reason for the sprawling grass, with roots adapted to a thin topsoil. The moniker 'The Rockies' becomes a personal impression."

"The trails will require at least one summer of exploration before I can clain familiarity to even the most adjacent region of these mountains."

"The view of Boulder is complete from any vista on these slopes. I can see to the eastern border of Colorado it seems; maybe further."

"My sense of geography is broken here. I cannot think for certain what state lies to the east of Colorado. Kansas? But the Buddhist in me wonders why my mind makes so much reference to the abstractions of a map.vWy not perceive it purely as terra incognito?

Can I relax the abstractions of my mind in order to perceive this glorious view as unstereotypical space and time? My education has corrupted me with preconceptions that have the power to both enrich my perception of reality and degrade the potential to engage it with a beginner's mind."

"flibbertigibbet: silly, empty-headed person. "

26-May-1997:

"The weekend was long and eventful. The Creekside Festivalm which was lively for all three days of the Memorial Dat weekend, set a constant production of music and merry moods."

"The climax was today when I awoke at 6am to participate in the Bolder Boulder 6K run/walk. Since I did not have time to condition or prepare, I walked the 6K which ends at the CU stadium. This is a real collegiate size stadium which far surpasses the football stadium at Cal Poly. I felt encouraged to come watch a few games of the CU Buffalos this next fall: the architecture promotes the sensation of a grand event. I never felt motivated to go to a Cal Poly Mustant game."

"This weekend was an emotional turnaround for me. A focal point is the fact of this journal; my emotional health is the primary beneficiary. I find myself inadvertently smiling after a writing session, despite the solemn fact that I am a little disappointed in my writing. But that is half the purpose of this endeaver: to practice, practice, and practice. I simply want to write and read everyday."

"Once again I am alert to the fact that I gain so much optimism, confidence, and cheerfulness from overtly solitary habits: reading, writing, dancing, running, ..."

"To be fair to myself, I must admit a portion of my good mood today is a result of meeting, talking, and getting to know a Kansas girl. We met at the start of the Bolder Boulder walk: she asked me point-blank, "Are you from Boulder?" That set us off on a 6K discussion. In fact, the walk was hardly perceived for the intense engagement of our dialogue."

"Karen was born and raised in Kansas. She graduated from Kansas State University and immediately found work in Boulder doing financial audits for Red Lyon Hotels."

"She made me appreciate the simple joviality and openness of an American heartland girl. Why did my Buddhist mind not easily recoil from applying stereotypical abstractions in this instance? My meditative monitors are no match of the restless optimism of interacting with the opposite sex."

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Software Design

I challenge the premise that Idiot-Proof is the gold standard for software design. We should never design for the fringe elements of our user community. On a Bell Curve, you have idiots on the left and super users on the right. You design for the great mass of people between those extremes.

Bell Curve

The more you design to the Idiots, the more expensive the solution becomes in resource terms of testing and fine-tuning. The more you design to super users, the less user adoption. The right balance is somewhere about 80% of the population, which is still well-above idiot status in what I call the Learner Zone.

Software design targets should be: is the program learnable? The vast majority of (corporate) users are computer literate. They are capable of learning a new program.

The Bailout Economy

Mutuals funds perform lower than index funds despite the significant fees we pay to the ostensibly smart money managers who run them. The promise of mutual funds was that they would earn a strong defense in a market downturn. So much for that. Among 1,700 mutual funds tracked, analysts only found one that turned a profit last year: Forester Fund.

Taxpayers have been robbed by the derivative wizards of Wall Street, hyped by the fund managers, misled by CEOs who fled mark-to-market accounting, and the regulators had their hands in the cookie jar. Where is the outrage? Given the scale of damage, I expect people to march into lower Manhatten and take over the exchange. I expect shareholders to march into the District of Columbia and engulfed the SEC. (Let me know if you are on you way, I will meet you there.)

Why are we all so docile? Too busy earning a buck? Too busy blitzing our brains on sitcoms and Wii?

If I am going to be positive about the situation, I have to conclude that people simply are not outraged. Their lives are fine. Despite the monumental fraud and transfer of wealth, we seem to be comfortable enough. When you think about it, despite all this, our lives are quite fine. We drive around. We eat what we want. We foreclose on our mistakes. No big deal. If it is going to impact future generations, that is an abstraction.

I just don't know how true that is outside of our national borders. If the developing world gets hit hardest by this downturn, the world is going to get messier. (No problem, send our tax dollars to Lockheed Martin and Halliburton. They will take care of the messy world for us.)