Tuesday, July 28, 2020

The power of knowing your value



I have to admit, when I saw this photo of Alexandria Ocasio Cortez on my Tumblr feed, I took notice.  I have seen many photos of AOC in the past, but this particular one was different, to me.   

There is a saying "A picture is worth one thousand words."   This photo is a solid example.   What I see when I look at this photo, I see a person who is extremely self confident.  I see that confidence in her facial expression.  I see it in her stride.    As she walked past that group of young men to her left I get the sense she knows who she is, what she brings to the table and what influence she wields.   This is the essence of self awareness, knowing who you are and what you are capable of.

To say she is an politician gives AOC the short shrift.   She is not just a politician.  She is an extremely confident leader who has tremendous influence on so many people, and she knows it.   She has authenticity - she is a woman of color, from humble background (she was a bartender), went to college, networked, and rose to be the youngest elected person to the U.S. Congress.   And now, she is extending that influence across the country.   She is a clever communicator, who uses the tools relevant to the times she lives in.

I would argue these qualities make her so attractive, to so many, and feared by her opponents.

I admire AOC, and wish my daughters and all young women look up to her as a role model of what you can become.  

Sunday, July 26, 2020

About Me

There was an invitation on a private Facebook group to introduce yourself.   I have developed contempt of Facebook as of late, for a few reasons.   And I sensed this post will be long, with multiple paragraphs, so I thought it best to move it off to my personal blog.   

I was born and raised in Allentown PA, moved here with my wife and two daughters in 2005 from Massachusetts for business and career opportunities, and to be closer to my father and mother as my father, at that time, was struggling with terminal disease.   

My father was employed by Bethlehem Steel Corp, the steel company that shipped most of the I beams that built NYC.  He was a unionized steam pipe fitter who was called in when a pipe burst at the plant and production was down.  I didn't realize until later in my life how dangerous that job could be if one was careless about how you go about it.   His job put me and my sister through college.

My father Tom and I
My father Tom and me, circa 2002

In my teens, during the 80s, I became fascinated with computers as the IBM PC and Apple IIe hit the market.   I begged me parents to buy me a TI-99 4A for Christmas one year.   It was the PC where I learned programming languages, self taught, since the concept of teaching computer languages to high school students in America didn't exist in the 80's.   Given my father was a unionized laborer, and my mother a Sears credit clerk, money was tight.  Only later in life I realized how expensive a purchase that PC was for them.

My sister Jolene and me, circa 1985

I graduated from the University of Pittsburgh system with an Engineering Degree.   My first job after graduating was installing weather monitoring systems, for a company called VIZ Manufacturing based in Philadelphia, for military and government customers the world over.   That job took me to countries such as Japan, Korea, Malaysia, Turkey and Oman.   I always seem to be sent to jobs in the Far and Middle East.   If you ever meet up with me ask me about the time after my plane landed in Muscat Oman in the middle of the night, I got into a unmarked taxi with a local Arab man who didn't speak English.   I did successfully make it to the hotel.   Fun ride !

After three years of being sent overseas, I wanted to move on and I felt this job was not the best fit for me, I had more to offer.   One of my work colleagues Jeff, who was designing radios for VIZ, had job leads with Motorola.   Jeff landed a job there after persistent networking on his part.   Admittedly I was envious and kept in contact with him.   One day Jeff called me saying there was a job opening, get a resume together and interview.   I landed a job at Motorola as an entry level engineer deploying cellular telephone systems around the Philadelphia, New York and Boston metro areas.  This happened in the mid 90's when cell phones were still somewhat of a luxury item, or a business tool for corporate executives.   I still work in the cellular industry today, after 25 years.

I have two daughters.  My oldest will be graduating Warren Hills in 2021 and then she will be off to college to study architecture.   Her drawings and art work are beautiful.   My youngest daughter will be off to Warren Tech next year, she wants to be a electrician by trade.

I enjoy road cycling, I find the activity clears my mind.   I enjoy fixing and repairing bicycles in my spare time.   I know just enough to keep the three I own road worthy.    And I am picking up an interest in blogging, and web site development, because I never lost that interest in computers I discovered when I was a teenager.  That early interest, and the skills I developed from that interest, have served me well.

Here are my responses to the questions posed to me in the private Facebook post:
  1. When you refer to me in the third person, use the pronouns (he/him).   
  2. I love baked apple pie and peach cobbler, hot with ice cream served with black coffee.   Best way to end a meal !

Thursday, July 23, 2020

Carlos the charismatic Brazilian tour guide

Carlos and Carla
Carlos and his daughter Carla

I have had opportunities to travel to Brazil in recent years. Brazil is a beautiful country with beautiful people. Too bad Brazil has always had an ugly, corrupt and dysfunctional political system.

Anyway, after my business wrapped up during one trip in 2015, one year before this country elected the current POTUS, I stayed in Rio for the weekend and took a tour through the favelas. Carlos, who lives there, was the tour guide. Carlos was one of the most engaging people I met - articulate, knowledgeable, a seasoned storyteller. One of the stories he told that day was of the unrest Brazil went through between the 60's and 80's - Brazil's Fifth Republic, a military dictatorship - during which the federal government terrorized and ransacked its population to quash dissent. Carlos and his family lived through that.

So as I read the reports now that our current administration is scaling out, nationwide, two bit dictator style tactics on its own citizenry I reflect back to Carlos' personal stories, and realize how much this country has fallen.

The thumbnail picture is of Carlos and his daughter Carla, who came to see her father at work that day.

I hope I will not tell my grandchildren similar stories Carlos - I bet - has relayed to Carla. We shall see.

Carla and Me
Carla and Me, Photo taken by Carlos


Literally, no joke. Look it up on Google Translate for yourself. Sounds eerily familiar doesn't it ?