The Hiding Hand Principle – The Concept

The hiding hand principle is the idea that when a person decides to take on a project, the ignorance of future obstacles allows the person to rationally choose to undertake the project, and once it is underway the person will utilize his creativity to overcome the obstacles he encounters because it is too late to abandon the project. The term was coined by economist Albert O. Hirschman.

Hirschman described the concept of the hiding hand principle in the second section of his essay “The Principle of the Hiding Hand” where he states:

We may be dealing here with a general principle of action. Creativity always comes as a surprise to us; therefore we can never count on it and we dare not believe in it until it has happened. In other words, we would not consciously engage upon tasks whose success clearly requires that creativity be forthcoming. Hence, the only way in which we can bring our creative resources fully into play is by misjudging the nature of the task, by presenting it to ourselves as more routine, simple, undemanding of genuine creativity than it will turn out to be.

Or, put differently: since we necessarily underestimate our creativity it is desirable that we underestimate to a roughly similar extent the difficulties of the tasks we face, so as to be tricked by these two offsetting underestimates into undertaking tasks which we can, but otherwise would not dare, tackle. The principle is important enough to deserve a name: since we are apparently on the trail here of some sort of Invisible or Hidden Hand that beneficially hides difficultiesfrom us, I propose “The Hiding Hand.”

http://www.nationalaffairs.com/doclib/20080516_196700602theprincipleofthehidinghandalbertohirschman.pdf

Don’t worry – my commentary will soon follow.

WB 2 skool stdnts

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Well, I held out longer this year than previous years.  That being said –  I am so over summer break right now.  These kids NEED to go back to school.  Yes, I certainly enjoyed sleeping in, but the fighting, attitudes AND  constant “I’m bored” is working my every last nerve.  While we’re at it, all these tourists just need to go away because I’m done with them, too.  Snowbirds – outta here.  I realize that won’t happen until mid to late October – or until they get their damn flu shot – but I can dream, can’t I?

Ugh!

All anger/frustration aside, my summer was nice.  Granted none of my plans were weather dependent.  Living in Northern Michigan you learn to never make plans that are weather dependent.  Wish I went to the beach more, of course.  And there were a few  ‘I wish I would’ve done that’ moments.  All in all it was fine.  My only true regret was that I didn’t get to see Five For Fighting at Interlochen.  John Ondrasik  performed with some Interlochen orchestra students.  I’m sure it was amazing.   We were out of town at a family reunion.  Actually it was my wife’s family AND what happened there was jus as … entertaining.  I could do a whole post on the concept that is ‘the family reunion’.  But – insert heavy sigh – maybe next year.

Instead, I will leave with you with this –

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tR-qQcNT_fY

Side note –

While I was surfing the web looking for the appropriate cartoon to introduce this post, I came across the link below.  It’s  a back to school commercials.   Call me crazy, but watching prep-school girls doing a song and dance number to celebrate eight hour coverage for tampons IS awkward.

Don’t believe – just watch!

https://search.yahoo.com/search;_ylt=AwrBT7hyCwJUAZQAyixXNyoA;_ylc=X1MDMjc2NjY3OQRfcgMyBGZyA3lmcC10LTI4NC1zBGdwcmlkA0h3Z3Q0M0h5U2FPMklydFIuT2JkQUEEbl9yc2x0AzAEbl9zdWdnAzQEb3JpZ2luA3NlYXJjaC55YWhvby5jb20EcG9zAzMEcHFzdHIDIGJhY2sgdG8gc2Nob29sIGNvbW1lcmNpYWwgYWx3YXlzIARwcXN0cmwDMzQEcXN0cmwDMzcEcXVlcnkDYmFjayB0byBzY2hvb2wgY29tbWVyY2lhbCBhbHdheXMgcGFkcwR0X3N0bXADMTQwOTQyMDE4Ng–?p=back+to+school+commercial+always+pads&fr2=sa-gp-search&fr=yfp-t-284-s

 

Ode to Idaho

Really it’ s an Ode to potatoes.  But Ode to Idaho had a nice ring to it.

Let me begin with the whole  potato or potatoe thing?  Never really understood the argument there – potato refers to one and potatoes refers to many.  As for that difference in pronunciation … .  Don’t even get me started

That being said, let me continue with my random thoughts on potatoes.

Why?

First of all it’s fun.  The next few post topics I have on tap are quite the opposite.  So, fun (and random) are good.  Secondly, I love potatoes.   I have always been  and always will be a meat and potatoes dude.  Lastly, I just harvested my ‘crop’.  Yes, it was cool.  No, I will not give Idaho a run for their money.  Therefore, I’m totally in the moment.  Because this post has the potential for lots of rambling, I decided to bullet point my random thoughts.  Any attempt for structure at this point is needed.  You will thank me later.  Or decide not to continue reading.  Hopefully it’s NOT the latter.  I promise to have fun with this.

  •  Potatoes have gotten a bad rap the last few decades.  Total annual consumption has dropped nearly 25% since 1996.  The starch content scares those calorie/weight conscious types; blame Adkins.  However, few realize the health benefits and the sustained digestive satisfaction.
  • There is a misconception that potatoes take too much time to prepare.  The busy life style of today just doesn’t  warrant  such tedious tasks.  You know that whole peeling concept is  so  labor intensive.  I don’t know how generations did it for so long.
  • To combat these ‘people’ who shun such an incredible side dish, growers are presenting the petite and fingerling alternatives.  Both types microwave in shorter time.  So often ‘busy’ is such a cop out.  ‘Lazy’ is a much better description.
  • In 1949, some year-old company named McDonald’s – never heard of the place- started the French Fry craze.  No one has ever looked back since.
  • Recipe alternative – add another root vegetable and mash the shit out of them.  My grandmother added carrots to her mash whenever she served pork.  A Martha Stewart recipe called for fingerling/new potatoes to be diced and cooked/boiled in beer.  Both are now staples in my household.
  • Mashed, Au gratin, steamed – the family favorite is – drum roll – MASHED.
  • I love skiing in Sun Valley, Idaho.  It’s just amazing.
  • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zflA0uTOL4E   The Bodeans totally rock this.
  • Simply because people ARE that stupid AND don’t know their geography –

http://www.popscreen.com/p/MTYwMzkzMjg2/Vtg-University-of-Iowa-Idaho-City-Ohio-Soft-T-Shirt-L  *

  •  Lastly, how can a reference to potatoes be complete without including Mr. Potato Head? A friend of mine has a funny story about her father resembling the Toy Story favorite – think Barney Rubble -but I think if I try and retell that, I would totally ruin the story.

So, there you have it – my Ode to potatoes.

Mash on!

*the t-shirt with this concept I owned was much better looking.  And, at the time, Ohio and Idaho both had equal amount of fun with it.  I wanted all three t-shirts, but I was a starving college student at that time and one was a splurge.

You should write a Testimonial

Let me first start by saying something – I hate testimonials.

Not that those that know me would ever think otherwise, of course.  What’s worse are the people – entrepreneurial  vultures of products with questionable validity that prey on the weaker minded consumers looking for guidance – that urge clients/customers to do just that and write a fucking testimonial.

I hate testimonials.

What exactly is a testimonial you ask?  Well, according to Yahoo – usually I go to the old fashioned dictionary and look it up.  But I was tired and lazy and just opened a new tab – the definition is as follows:

  1. A statement in support of a particular truth, fact, or claim.
  2. A written affirmation of another’s character or worth; a personal recommendation.
  3. Something given in appreciation of a person’s service or achievement; a tribute.

People are obsessed with these damn testimonials, too.  Everyone knows that if there is a positive testimonial about a certain product or service, it must be true.  Right?  If that’s the case, then I love retail pharmacy.  And I ‘m selling swampland in Florida – at a really good price.

What a crock of shit!

These entrepreneurs of said questionable products or services promise everything AND results that will certainly astound even the extreme medical pessimist.  Why wouldn’t their product or service? There’s a testimonial to prove it.

Also, these people are in control of their own websites and can determine which testimonials are or are not included.

I originally felt a tad hypocritical slamming this topic so vehemently.  Why?  I want people to review my work, hopefully favorably.  My 100th post was supposed to be celebrated with another five star review to commemorate my … blah, blah, blah.  But that never happened.  Instead I posted something stupid, although it was randomly fun. However, if I had received a marginal review  I would not have posted it.  Why would I?  See why I’m conflicted? But that marginal review would be there on Amazon or Good Reads for all to see.

That, to me, is the difference.  I am not trying to manipulate the reader.  Hell, with Amazon you can  preview the first chapter, borrow it, AND refund it.   Seeing a refund on your sales report is painful.  A negative review – Now, that just makes me want to reevaluate my entire existence while curled up in the fetal position.

I just realized that I am rambling.   My ultimate objective was to attempt to explain the difference between a testimonial and a review.  Furthermore, I wanted to depict the evil existence that are testimonials.  However upon rereading what I have just written I’m not sure either task was achieved.  Total fail.

I wish I had a witty anecdote to complete this post.  I don’t.   Instead, I will take the immature, but proper, textbook ‘theme-type’ approach and come full circle.

I hate testimonials.

My Favorite Posts 2014

Well,  it’s that time again.  I’m a few weeks off schedule from last year, but some of the more recent posts have been ‘time sensitive’, therefore pushing the scheduled entries back.  Who cares.  For me it’s all fun.  So without any more pretense, on with my selections.

08-13-2013    But We Just Got Here

Will always love Carly Simon who penned this song.  No, I’m not a girl.  A few months back I purchased an aloe vera plant in anticipation of the upcoming beach season – breaking open the leaves remains the best remedy for sunburn.  Unfortunately, the weather is worse this year than 2013.  Once again this IS Northern Michigan.  Expectations need to be constantly adjusted.

09-10-2013     121 TCE

09-25-2013     Intend

Speaking of expectations, … .  When I originally posted these, each entry seemed unfinished  separately.  But I decided that when combined, they are complete.  By the way, I tried to watch the third season of Revenge. Still didn’t do it for me.  I constantly reread parts of  The Power of Positive Thinking.  I work retail – I need all the help I can get.

10-01-2013     Allergies, Aneurysms, and Anxiety

Allergies – yes.  Aneurysms – no thankfully.  Anxiety – what do you think?

10-22-2013     Angry Immunization Rant

Ugh – flu shots – at the corner of give me your damn arm and shut the fuck up.

11-09-2013     Faux Pas

This post was just fun.  My etiquette has not improved over the past year.  In fact, I fart now more than ever.  Also, sat on a pea the other day during dinner.  Luckily nothing stained my shorts.  Though I can’t say the same for those farts.  Gross.

02-06-2014     Bored Games

I think we’ve played more this year than last.  Discovered a new fast paced card game called – Spot it! It’s snappy.

04-01-2014     IBTWYPDB / 04-04-2014     Inquiring Minds …

It’s about the annual Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue AND a picture of Elle MacPherson.  In a bathing suit.  Enough said!

04-16-2014     That random question about an Easter candy staple

Brach’s repeat after me – it’s a jelly bean! Take that ‘differentiation between an every day and seasonal item’ and shove it in your rabbit hole.

05-13-2014    Success

I deserve success.  Everyone does.  I guarantee by My Favorite Posts 2015 success will be my reality.

07-09-2014     I Dreamed A Dream

Haven’t had a repeat that I can recall.  Though my 25th college reunion is this fall at the big, bad University of Iowa – Go Hawks.  So I’m thinkin’  my subconscious mind will go into overdrive. Sounds pretty fun if you ask me.

Well, there they are in all it’s blogging glory.  I’m proud of what I churned out this past year.  Once again, thanks to all who read and/or follow.

May the blog be with you.

comic relief

If attacked by clowns,

go for the juggler.

 

See now if I was skilled at tweeting or texting or anything of that media frenzy, this would be even funnier.  But I’m not.

However, it is now permanently posted here.  Tweets and texts are never that preserved.

 

Courtesy of  Roy’s marquee – though the ‘actual’ punch line read – go fer da’ juggler.  This is Northern Michigan, folks.  That Upper shit is everywhere. 

Why customers really do suck

I’m tossed about this whole electronic prescription entering thing that has evolved in the pharmacy.  I’m old school.  It used to be you go to the doctor, he/she gives you an actual prescription BLANK and then that blank IS  TAKEN to the pharmacy to get filled; simple, structured and somewhat  functional.  That is until the customer opens their mouth and tries to talk.  Then it just becomes a fucking cluster.  But this isn’t that right now.

Now, you go to the doctor and before you even leave the office, the doctor e-mails the prescription to the pharmacy.  And, since it’s a perfect world, the prescription is always ready the moment the customer arrives at the pharmacy.

NOT!

In the real world, we have so may prescriptions e-mailed, we don’t even know if we’ve received the prescription for the patient in question.  This poses a problem.  Especially to the  impatient customer who was told that the prescription would surely be ready by the office. Why wouldn’t it?

That being said, on with the first example of why customers really do suck.

A woman arrived at the drive inquiring about her prescription that “should be ready because she just left the office”.  She was informed that we had only just finished typing the prescription and it will be another fifteen minutes.  She drove off in a huff, of course because, you know, fifteen minutes is a year in dog time.  Not even five minutes later, the same woman was in the drive. AGAIN.  When the technician informed her that her prescription was still not ready and it hadn’t even been five minutes, the customer clapped her hands quickly a few times, instructing the technician to hop to it and work faster.

Second example of why customers really do suck.

A nice lady –  a year-round regular actually – was in the drive.  Yes, there was problem with her prescription.  Why wouldn’t there be? So the transaction took just a bit longer than expected.  Unfortunately the woman behind her didn’t like this, so she proceeded to get out of her car, walked up to the woman being waited on and asked her to leave.  The recipient of this rude, impatient act promptly said, “it’s my turn and I’m not leaving.”

You go, girl!

The lady reluctantly retreated, got in her car and decided to come in to the store.

Wow, that was way fun.

Finally, a message came down the grapevine that a man at a nearby store complained – I stand corrected – he was appalled that his prescription would not be delivered to his BOAT.  Yes, you read that correctly.  HIS BOAT.  He stated it was a complete inconvenience for him to come to the store and demanded his request be granted.

Luckily he didn’t get me on the phone.  Then I would’ve known the location of his BOAT.   That would’ve been bad for him.  But, hey that’s what insurance is for, right?

So, that is why customers really do suck!

“It’s amazing. I cannot get left.”

It wasn’t Big Ben, Parliament, or even  Europe.  It was Kentucky and the biggest horse show/extravaganza ever –  BreyerFest 2014.  My youngest daughter collects the horses and wanted to attend the annual shin-dig.  So, we did.  And, once again, I was reminded how wonderful it is to be stuck in the car for a 10 hour car ride with your entire family.

That being said, on with my random vacation diary, so to speak.

As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t have a cell phone.  We do have Trac Phones for the necessities.  Therefore, we don’t have a wireless network.  So, that 10 hour car ride was pretty boring.  Luckily we did have a DVD player.  Books and actually listening to every song on a CD were quite refreshing.  Boppin’ around town, I often play my favorite tracks and forget the rest of the songs on the album.  Being stuck in the car for that length of time makes you appreciate why certain songs are not popular.

The license plate game is limited on immediate entertainment value, but progressive.  We found lots of states at the ole’ Kentucky Horse Park in Lexington.   Rhode Island, West Virginia, and Idaho are usually the tough ones.  Don’t even get me started on Hawaii.  Though we did see one of those.

I am and always will be confused at THIS EXIT and NEXT EXIT.  I’m often in a panic on whether THIS EXIT is the NEXT EXIT or NEXT EXIT is THIS EXIT.  When I road tripped in college, my friends attempted to explain this, but often I found examples to prove them wrong.   So, NEXT TOPIC.

Or would it be THIS TOPIC?

Sorry.  Couldn’t pass that one up.

Finally, I’ve decided that vacations seem to potentiate individualistic nuances that make each one of us special in our own way.  In other words, the littlest things that would normally never bother me at home, drive me up the fucking wall when I’m on vacation.  Maybe it’s conditioning, expectations, patience, or lack of, or a combination.  For me, I think it’s this inane assumption that my family will magically change into this, I don’t know, Pizarro family that will actually enjoy being together.  It’s vacation for Pete’s sake.

Still, we did have fun.  Well, I did.   So did my daughter who initiated the whole trip.  That’s really all that counts.  And, though the rest of them bitched up a storm that we had to drive 10 hours to go to a stupid Horse show, they all had fun.  Splashing in the pool by the fire pit on a beautiful summer evening was … priceless.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAgX6qlJEMc

I Dreamed a Dream

It has nothing to do with the show  Les Miserables .  But it has everything to do with  days gone by AND this hell I’m living – retail pharmacy, of course.

I’ve worked retail pharmacy for twenty-five years now.   For at least twenty of those wonderful years , I have had a recurring dream.  Yes, there are times when I can go weeks, even months without knowing I’ve had the dream.  Then I have it a couple days in a row and … it’s gone again.  I’m sure some psychotherapist would have a field day with that and me for that matter.  But with those I’ve shared this with, the pattern seems similar to what each has experienced.

So, I’m in pharmacy school, plugging along, and wham I fail a class or something equally school/career altering happens that makes me re-evaluate my future/options.  Pharmacy school, like any professional degree, has classes that are sequential.  You have to pass Pharmaceutics I to go on the Pharmaceutics II.  Since the classes are only offered in specific semesters, the entire schooling tract revolves around the forward movement – passing each class.  You fail – your fucked.  In this dream, however, I never get passed the decision – I’m always faced with the decision or ,better yet, panicked by what little options exist. Often I wake up realizing I’ve had the dream, yet knowing  no resolution occurred.

Believe it or not, I did not start writing as an escape from pharmacy.  It just happened.  As I continued, I embraced the process and the release from reality that writing brought.  I could be anything I wanted to write about; very fulfilling.  To this day, I still can’t write a letter or even a long e-mail and keep a train of thought without getting impatient.  Besides,  I ramble A LOT- imagine that, eh? But I can sustain entire novels quite well.

I’ve read numerous positive thinking books – please refrain from negative commentary here.  The moments before falling asleep are supposedly crucial to that damn subconscious mind and ultimately what we dream.   You would think that as much as I think about writing and trying to change the outcome of that dream IT WOULDV’E HAPPENED ALREADY.  I think more about writing and my success as a writer than sex.  Really.  Unfortunately, that stupid dream remains the same.

Until now!

It finally happened.  The details are sketchy, though.   And as more days go by, what details there were fade at an exponential rate.  However, the fact is my dream changed.  All I remember is that I had the dream again.  However, this time I was actually at a different school.  I still wasn’t sure what I was doing, I didn’t seemed faced with that ‘career traumatic decision’ and/or failure AND some cute, twenty-something co-ed told me, this used-to-be cute, forty-nine year old dude, that I had a nice ass.

What could be better than that?

Yes, it’s been a few days and the dream has not reoccurred.  Who cares!? Something is changing in that cavernous hollow of a subconscious of mine and I’m ready.

Bring it!

P.S. I really do have a nice ass!

HOW TO GET A FLAT STOMACH

  1. Eat a snack that contains protein between 3pm and 4pm every day
  2. Do the ball exchange exercise three times per week
  3. Eat as close to ZERO grams of sugar as possible
  4. Chew food as long as possible
  5. Do crunches only as a LAST resort
  6. Stay away from salt
  7. Add Boxing to the daily cardio routine
  8. Draw attention to other body parts
  9. PORTION CONTROL!
  10. Breakfast – whole wheat bread with peanut butter and a side of berries
  11. Laughing – (there was also an adorable smiley face I can’t reproduce for this post)
  12. Full body exercises at least three days per week

from the desk of my fourteen year old daughter

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