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| This web site is essentially autobiographical. Consequently, this site structured chronologically. So, the links on the left largely represent the places in which I've lived, chronologically, from top to bottom. The last four represent my family and are, for the most part, links to other sites. I've been retired for a couple of years now and since I have more time on my hands I've been growing more and more introspective. The aging process also seems to have a stimulating impact on nostalgia. But, sharing remembrances with others is marginally successful with my own age group and considerably less so with those in other generations. Maybe my experiences are incredibly dull. When I see eyes glaze over I know it's time to shut up. But, I was the same way in my younger days. When my elders began relating their stories to me I listened politely but was always vigilant for an opportunity to head for the nearest exit. Now, one of my biggest regrets is that I did not take the time to be more inquisitive regarding the experiences of others. So, that's the reason for this web site. Others can partake of it when and if they want to. I must admit though, it must take a bigger than normal ego to go through the trouble of writing all this stuff. The photo of me, above, was taken at about mid life. I chose it because it exemplifies one of my personal traits that I never was able to get under control. That is, once I hit my teens, I became highly opinionated on most topics, even those that I knew little about. To add emphasis to my points, I had the habit of jabbing imaginary holes through the space in front of me with my index finger. I had almost no respect for the opinions of others and made them aware of their inferior, (I thought), insights, with all sorts of physical gestures aimed at strengthening my verbalizations. I did not suffer fools very well. To those more sensitive to these tactics, they either avoided discussions with me or ramped up the vigor of their declarations. As a result I may have earned grudging respect from some but, endeared myself to few. This personal characteristic was evident throughout my professional career, even with my superiors. It grew substantially with superiors for whom I had little respect and was tempered considerably with those superiors I considered competent in their roles. But the nature of human nature is such that few people can successfully compensate for their insufficiencies and self interests to adequately achieve true leadership qualities. Throughout my career I've only had two individuals who earned my deep respect as leaders. They were inspirational and instilled people with an enthusiasm for providing excellent service or producing reliable quality products. Interactions, then, with most of my superiors was not good. I regarded them with a subliminal contemptuousness that I was not very good at disguising. Consequently, I've had a rocky career with more than the usual number of employers and lived in a number of different communities. Oddly, most of the positions I've held had titles of supervisor, manager, director and even assistant professor. All required an ability to motivate people. I was not very good at it. I attempted to emulate bosses who were successful at it. I studied motivation at the college level, I pondered and read and read and pondered. All to no avail. Finally, I came to the conclusion that charisma and visceral verbal skills were crucial factors in motivating others. I had little of both. I instead intellectualized motivation to death. So, I guess, my only redeeming characteristic was,.... I cared. This site is being worked on continuously. Much of it is incomplete. I work on it when the mood strikes me. Or, I'll make changes when those who are willing to be painfully honest with me tell me I'm lying, embroidering the text, hurting someone or just plain wrong. |
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| I've was involuntarily retired long ago and since almost all my jobs had been computer related, I suppose it was quite natural for me to gravitate to the realm of constructing web pages. Throughout my professional career I never had the opportunity to work on internet stuff so, I had to learn how to go about putting them together. I took a web page design course at a local high school. My first attempt was my high school graduating class yearbook. It took me several weeks of intense work to get it all done. But is enjoyable and it encouraged me work on other projects that can be accessed at edstuff.neocities.org |