Monday, January 27, 2025

On Misery

I've decided that I agree with Jordan Peterson.
No, not that socialism is bad and inevitably leads to totalitarian regimes that commit mass murder and other atrocities. I think that's deeper than a system of government and is rooted in billions of years of human evolution. See Rome transforming from republic to the rule of Caesars, or the German republic of the early 1930's. Additionally. most of what American's are arguing for is not socialism, per se, but what the right brands as socialism to scare us out of the idea that, to use a football metaphor, we can beat the hell out of each other on the field of play and still make sure there are medical professionals there to help our opponents off the field, and that we should all be playing by roughly the same rules.
No - I agree with him that live is suffering, and you're not going fix that. If you find a moment of happiness, GREAT! Soak it up. You're a lucky, lucky bastard.
For the most part, though, you're not going to be happy. I think we're programmed to be unhappy, and no matter how good things get, to always be looking for something better.
(This serves an obvious evolutionary purpose that I can explain in comments on the off chance that anyone is interested. )
What we need to do is find a way to make our lives have enough purpose to justify the misery.
The real misery of my life is not in the details of my life. The details of my life are amazing. It's in the lack of purpose or feeling like I serve any function more useful than to make money for someone else.
I've found purpose over the years working with young people, but I always allow myself to start to feel overwhelmed and pull back. At 51 years of age, I suppose I should accept that as my nature and just ride that cycle.

So, recently (well, within the last couple years at any rate) I got overwhelmed and pulled back. Now I'm feeling the pointlessness of my existence. Guess it's time to find some meaning again.

Keeping our heads above water in the time of Covid-19

Inspired by a post from Grant Fritchey.

I used to have Eagle Vision. I was tested at 30/20, which means I could see at 30 feet what most people could see at 20.
I remember going to the eye doctor, deeply concerned about my vision. "Doc, I feel like I'm going blind. I can't see anything anymore".
The eye doctor very sweetly replied, "You're down to 20/20 in one eye. You're still 30/20 in the other. In one eye, you see like a normal person now. You'll live."

I made it past 40 before needing reading glasses, and then just-like-that, *BAM!* ... bifocals ...  (#OLDGuysWithComputerEyes)

I'm not gonna lie - I spent some time mourning my Eagle Vision. To this day, I genuinely miss being able to see teeny tiny print that nobody else can see, or being able to make out fine details or something in the distance that those around me can't make out.

Mostly, though, I genuinely miss getting through my day without having to fiddle with glasses. I'm too dingy to keep track of them. I lose them on top of my head, and they're always missing when I have somewhere important to go and I'm not allowed to drive without them. :-/

Right. So, I have an obvious choice to make.

I can whine and cry and lament how, to quote Toby Keith, "I'm not as good as I once was."

- OR -

I can take a deep breath and let it out slowly, thanking God for the clever people who developed the wonderful technology ( glasses ) that my excellent job pays for to correct my vision so that I can see things that my ancestors and so many in the world today would not be able to see at my age and with eyes in my condition.

So, get to the point. Glass half full, right? 

Not really. I'm not normal. You're sweet to laugh, but I mean it. I'm contrary and defective in a lot of mildly interesting ways.

For instance:
During quarantine, I find I'm living my best life. I don't have to go to the things and suffer the social anxiety and gut out the endless, huge gatherings. I have all of my children back under my roof. We're not spending all of our money running to this and that, so my bank account runneth over, which is REALLY weird.

How can that be?
Well, because of my spiritual practice, I've made peace with some things that I don't think most people do.
I've made peace with impermanence.
I've made peace with that fact that I'm going to grow old, get sick, and die.
I've made peace with the fact that, not only will this happen to me, but to those I love.

Don't get me wrong. Understanding the way pain works doesn't make pain less painful.
But it does allow us to create distance between us and the reality of it, and it does allow us to surrender our anxiety over the pain that's coming and replace it with acceptance.

For you, right now, life is what it is for me during more normal days. It's a game played in the mind.

Like so many things in life (having a clean house or car, being organized, maintaining a healthy weight, etc), I've found that mental health takes time and effort, but it's *generally* not rocket science.  (Please understand that this is not true for everyone. I think for most of us, though, it holds up.)

Make time to breathe deeply. Fear is a produce of our reptilian core, and the pathways from our high mind don't really reach down there. Our breath connects our mind to our bodies to our deeper mind.
Make time to focus on things that make you happy.
Make time to remind yourself that most of the negative things don't matter. That's hard right now, because so many of the negative things REALLY DO matter. But they are nonetheless beyond our control.

Which leads me to the next point...

If at all possible, make peace with the fact that it is our nature to grow old, to get sick, and to pass away. This is hard. Having done it, though, I can attest that life is much better on the other side of that effort.

And, finally, make time to be thankful.

So, I'll go first.

Thank you, little glasses, for allowing me to see this ridiculous long thing I just typed.
Thank you, ridiculous job, for creating structure in my life and providing me with good pay and benefits.
Thank you, body, for holding up so well against 46 years of profound abuse. (to be clear, that's me, abusing it with sugar, loud music, etc.)

All law springs from the 10 commandments?

1 - I am the Lord thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. Thou shalt have no other gods before me.
Our law - we have enshrined the opposite of this (ie - religious freedom) in our constitution. https://www.law.cornell.edu/constitution/first_amendment
 
2 - Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.
Our law - Umm - I don't thing we have much of anything that addresses "graven images"
 
3 - Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord they God in vain.
Our law -Again, we have enshrined the opposite of this in our constitution in the form of freedom of expression
 
4 - Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.
Our law - get to work, there's money to be made.
5 - Honour they father and they mother
Our law - I'm unaware of any laws dealing with this. I suppose it could be argued that elder abuse laws take this into account? I really don't think so, though.
 
6 - Thou shalt not murder.
I don't mean to sound snippy, but you think we could figure that out without Moses going up the mountain to be told?
7 - Thou shalt not commit adultery
To the best of my knowledge, we have no laws that even approach enforcing this.
8 - Thou shalt not steal
See my response to #6.
9 - Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor
We love this one so much that we made lying a political pass-time. We have laws against slander, I suppose, though, so I'll give you that one.
10 - Thou shalt not covet they neighbors house, wife, slaves, animals, or anything else.
According to our laws, someone could literally seduce my wife, leading to my divorce and thereby scarring me, my children, and ruining me financially, and the only one going to jail is me when I punch him in the throat.

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

DBT-05509 when creating pluggable database using DBCA from command line

An odd occurrence when trying to create a pluggable database in a newly created container database.

This is Oracle 19c on Windows, but it will likely apply to other platforms as well.

I am able to connect to the database using SQLPlus.exe.

However, when I try to run DBCA from command line, I get the errors shown below.


 PS D:\backup> dbca.bat -silent -createPluggableDatabase -pdbName PSEUDONIMOUSPDBNAME  -sourceDB PSEUDONIMOUSCDBNAME -createPDBFrom DEFAULT -createUserTableSpace true -pdbAdminPassword PSEUDONIMOUSPASSWORD -sysPassword PSEUDONIMOUSPASSWORD

[FATAL] [DBT-05509] Failed to connect to the specified database (PSEUDONIMOUSCDBNAME).

   CAUSE: OS Authentication might be disabled for this database (PSEUDONIMOUSCDBNAME).

   ACTION: Specify a valid sysdba user name and password to connect to the database.

 I had forgotten to add my username to the ORA_DBA and ORA_OraDB19Home1_DBA groups.

After doing so, it worked without issue...

 PS D:\backup> dbca.bat -silent -createPluggableDatabase -pdbName PSEUDONIMOUSPDBNAME  -sourceDB PSEUDONIMOUSCDBNAME -createPDBFrom DEFAULT -createUserTableSpace true -pdbAdminPassword PSEUDONIMOUSPASSWORD -sysPassword PSEUDONIMOUSPASSWORD

Prepare for db operation

13% complete

Creating Pluggable Database

15% complete

19% complete

23% complete

Monday, July 3, 2023

2023 Iowa Derecho / Tech Work

 Being a human is weird.

Most of you are well aware that we had a derecho blow through.
For 4 days, I cut trees and cleaned branches and called contractors and insurance agents and adjusters.
My body hurt. I sweat profusely. I was in a hightened state of awareness, worried that more limbs would fall and actually hurt someone.

And ... some part of me absolutely loved it.


Today the electricity is on and I'm back to work. I'm cool and caffeinated and staring at the beautiful screens that constitute the bulk of my life. Things are getting back to normal.

And I'm ... horribly depressed?

Not looking for sympathy. It's fine. These things (depression/anxiety) come, they visit for a while, and they go on their way. I've learned to separate from them and let them be what they are until they aren't anymore.

What's weird, though, is the very fact that I'm depressed. I should be exuberant. Power's on. It's the 4th of July week. I have vacation coming. I can play video games watch YouTube and microwave lunches and charge my phone.

But I'm not exuberant. I want to turn the power back off. I want to leave my desk and go do something with my body, and feel powerfully connected with the earth and a part of a community. I want to feel how rewarding it is to work with people I love, and make progress toward a goal.

It's almost like I'm mourning this brief time, uncomfortable as it was, where I got to be an actual human.

I've known for a long time that I was kind of living my life wrong. I just don't know what to do about it.

I keep telling myself "3 more years." (That's how long until my youngest graduates HS)

Oh, well. Back to the money machine...
Happy Monday, kids.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thursday, July 14, 2022

Where you gonna get your power? (Roe V. Wade)

TO: My liberal friends

SUBJECT: Choice

I see a lot of rage in my feed, and I totally get it. 

I would humbly and politely advise you on this matter, if you care to receive advise. If not, again, I totally get it. 

So, my advise:

1) Don't try to reason with or argue with people who think Barak Obama was born in Kenya, or was a Muslim, or a terrorist. Don't try to reason with people who think Covid doesn't exist, or Jan 6 was Antifa (in white-face?) trying to frame good conservatives. (I could actually go on for paragraphs like this, but you get the idea) It's a complete waste of your time and energy, and none of us have either of those things in infinite supply.

2) In dividing into "us and them", be careful where you draw your lines. A lot of men are on your side, and a lot of women are against you. Giving in to the temptation to make this about men oppressing you misses some very important aspects of the battle. 

3) Voting is not going to fix this. If your vote mattered, Neither Trump nor W would have ever have been president. 

4) Related to #3, but worthy of it's own bullet: Quit focusing on the next election. You need a sort of meta-political organization or movement to effect the following changes: 

    A) There must be a penalty for propaganda (SLOGAN ideas: "Make lying wrong again", or "CHRISTIANS: Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor"). There is really good money to be made telling conservatives the lies they want to hear, and far from having any negative consequences, they're actually laughing all the way to the bank. 

    B) Make liberal votes actually matter 

    C) Do something about the political organizations masquerading as religious organizations that sit on corner-lots throughout our towns and cities. Yes, they're going to howl. When do they not? 

None of that involves a candidate or an election, per-se. 

Conservative senators abused their power to block judges appointed by a duly elected president, and then "values voters" allied with the first man to put a strip club in a casino to finally overturn #RoeVsWade. There is every indication that most of them were willing to go as far as refusing the peaceful transition of power that our nation is built on to get what they want. Your liberal leaders are too weak and useless to deal with a party that appears quite willing to burn the world down to get what it wants. Your leaders have been out-maneuvered or overpowered at every turn, even when they're briefly in the majority. Putting your faith in the current system, or deceiving yourself to think that your voice matters AT ALL, will only produce a continued slide towards totalitarianism. 

Where you gonna get your power?  

Thursday, January 27, 2022

Joseph the Fatherless

 

I was raised in church. Like, literally. 3 times a week + 6-7 day “revivals” a couple times a year + 1 week VBS + summer camps + teen retreats + whatever-else-came-along.

While everybody else was watching the ’85 bears win the super bowl, I was one of, as I recall, 3 or 4 people in church, two of whom were my mom and I. ON SUNDAY *NIGHT*.  The preacher didn’t even want to be there. I could tell.

At some point, via all this emersion, I suppose, I became a company man. I believed, baby. Whatever they said, I believed it. I mean, it MUST be right. He’s standing on an elevated platform in a business suite in front of a cross and an American flag waving a Bible, for Heaven’s sake. He *MUST* be speaking truth.

I’ll never forget listening to a preacher decrying the state of our society, the decay, the decadence, the Satanic influence, the “illegitimate” children.

I hadn’t seen Austin Powers yet; but if I had, I’m sure my response would have been “Ouch, baby. Very ouch”. Illegitimate ... that's me...

By that time, I suppose, I was beginning to understand that I wasn’t like other kids. In the late ‘70’s or early ‘80’s in my rural community, kids had a mom and a dad. Period.

Or, at the least, they knew who their dad WAS.

Not me, though. Nope. No idea. Never met the guy. Don't even know his name. 

Sadly, that was by no means the worst of it.

My mind was highly analytical and critical, and yet utterly awash in unintelligible sophism that I was too terrified to question. That combination produced a clear and unavoidable result: I shouldn’t exist.

I was a symptom of all that is wrong in the world. I AM the rejection of God’s plan. I embody the great fall of our civilization. The man on the elevated platform in front of the cross and the flag wore the business suite, waved his bible, looked me right in the eye, and told me so. 

If two people hadn’t flipped Almighty God the bird and gone out and SINNED, I wouldn’t exist.

Wouldn’t exist. Shouldn’t exist.

I’m never sure how much of my dumb-fuckery is caused by condition x, and how much of my awareness of condition x is just my innate dumb-fuckery looking for a reason to exist, but here’s the deal: I had LOTS of dumb-fuckery, and it seems to have largely related to all of this in some way. 

I worked hard for many years, and I thought I’d sort of dealt with this and moved on. We can’t wallow in things forever. At some point, we need to say, “well, yeah, that sucked. Glad it’s over.”, and get on with it.

Which brings me to the present time.

Today I was finally able to look deeply at some problems I’ve been having in relationships. I emphasize the *I*. These problems are clearly not the fault of the other people. They are MY problems. 

I examine it, and I see this …  what? Cause? Condition? Commonality? Call it what you like, I suppose.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with that. My initial reaction is to be so incredibly sad that those people who happily brain-raped the innocent for all of those years are somehow still speaking through my mouth, and so long after I thought I’d dealt with it and moved on.

This is normally where I turn this into something positive for people who are going through something similar. 

I'd say something like, "the people who are making you feel unworthy or unlovable or 'illegitimate' are DEAD WRONG. Cast off those chains." 

I just can't do that, though. Not yet. I can't tell you "this is how you do it", because clearly I haven't done it, yet . 

I’m going to sit quietly with this. I'm going to be still, and keep it company. The mud will settle. The right action will arise of its own accord. The energetic, emotional, and psychological patterns will disintegrate. I've seen it before. I've done it before. The process begins. So be it. 

I don’t want this new flaw, having come to light, to obscure my view of how far I’ve come, though. I’ve done well.

I remember so much anger, bitterness and hatred. Especially hatred - reserved primarily for for myself. For what? Being human? For existing?  For existing.

I lived long with so many regrets forged in decisions made out of desperation to just stop the pain.

But also,  I kept battling. I fell often, but I generally fell forward. I looked at the problem, worked hard to see it for what it was, and did the work to resolve it, over and over again.

And, ultimately, I made some decisions that I *AM* proud of. In spite of myself, I managed to become roughly the man I always wanted to be. I've kept some promises that were important to me. I've done alright.

They can’t have me anymore. I don’t want to be angry or resentful. I’m sure they were doing the best they knew. But, they can’t have me anymore.

They don’t get to decide what is an acceptable reality. They’ve proven themselves too given to magical thinking.

They’ve proven themselves too inobservant and unrealistic regarding the behavior of others, and too divorced from reality concerning their own.

They don’t get to decide what society should look like. They’ve proven too eager to throw away their own convictions when the situation calls for it, or toss aside the very Gospel when it conflicts with their instincts or their politics.

They don’t get to decide what is and is not *legitimate*.

 I am free.