For the past 2 weeks, I have been out of the country.
But the work of the library district goes on without the library director. In my absence, library staff managed a "migration." This is the complete replacement of one library computer system (Dynix) with another (Horizon).
The move wasn't entirely optional. Our old system was an orphan, no longer actively developed.
The costs of my recent trip to Bulgaria were underwritten by a grant from the US Department of State. Why would the State Department be interested in Americans traveling to Bulgaria?
There are two reasons. First, after some 60 years of continuous occupation in Germany, many of our military bases are being dismantled. They are relocating to Bulgaria. From a geopolitical perspective, Bulgaria is certainly closer to such hot spots as the Middle East.
It was a perfect Colorado day: crisp and clear. Autumn burned on the bluffs.
I was walking down the main street of my home town. Suddenly, all I could hear was the roar of traffic.
Just as suddenly, I was angry, irritable.
I have striven my whole life to cultivate calm. So with my anger came disquiet. WHAT was wrong with me?
I have two answers. Here's the first: it was America. America the loud, America the intrusive, America the land of the big, honking automobile.
While we were having dinner last Saturday, the family was talking about the need to adjust our clocks for Daylight Savings Time (or as they say in England, "Summer Time"). My 10 year old son, Perry, asked, "Why do we do that?"
I shrugged. But then I remembered something else, I think from Ayn Rand. "A frown is the beginning of intelligence."
A shrug says, "Beats me," and lets it go. A frown says, "I ... don't know. And it bothers me."