Sunday, March 29, 2026

Knee-jerk Responses

 “Don’t run with that knife!”

A television show. The protagonist is chasing his nemesis. But the good guy is holding a knife! The quote above screamed through a voiceless consciousness. No forethought. No careful analysis. Just the conviction – immediate and determined. (Whether I am alone or with others, I make it a point never to scream at a screen.)

During my childhood, I was reminded on more than several occasions that running with sharp items is dangerous. Those past warnings were immediate, determined, and certainly not voiceless. Urgent admonitions had effectively been drilled deep into my unconscious behavior. I will never hurt myself by running with a knife and I stand very still when slicing tomatoes. 

That’s a good thing, right?

But this instinctive response to the television scene surprised me. I questioned how many other phrases have been so deeply ingrained into my psyche as to be mechanized and spontaneous in nature. The internal interrogation also probed whether these knee-jerk functions are always good things.

There is no doubt that running with sharp instruments can be harmful. Here are a few more that are certainly beneficial.

  • Look both ways before crossing the street.
  • Stop. Drop. Roll.
  • Better safe than sorry.
  • Measure twice, cut once.

At first glance, the following "installed" reactions seem benign. Upon further discovery, several items minimize grief, some are discriminatory, and others reinforce demeaning stereotypical standards that are common throughout history. 

  • Man up.
  • Boys don’t cry.
  • Off the Reservation.
  • Bottom of the totem pole.
  • What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
  • Bulldoze your way.
  • It could be worse.
  • Time heals everything.

There is no doubt that I would be doing myself a favor in paying close attention to these entrenched thoughts and mantra-like vocalizations. That short list of harmful words is probably just the tip of automatic thought patterns that harm me and others. 

We can, and should, take this a step further. Many of us have grown up with some form of religion. Instilled in us from an early age, we are taught morals, ethics, spirituality, and devotions that are designed to help us be good people.

Inside of this religiosity, we have these same intrinsic interpretations of the world around us and use language in identical ways. Some of these are helpful, and yet some harm – again, just like the earlier examples.

I believe that we have all heard and perhaps used the following platitudes to comfort, or to explain things that can’t be explained. But if you think about these common phrases, they don’t exactly follow the Hippocratic Oath mandating ‘do no harm.’

  • God won’t give you more than you can handle.
  • God needed another angel.
  • Cleanliness is next to Godliness.
  • God helps those who help themselves
  • When God closes a door, He opens a window.
  • You can’t outgive God.
  • God Said it. I believe it. That settles it.
  • I’ll pray about it. 
  • Let go and let God.
  • Everything happens for a reason.
  • Just have faith.



Within this list, I have researched why many are considered harmful. The studies are not itemized today as my only goal is to promote an awareness that many of our thoughts, actions, and words have been programmed into our psyche and are now unconsciously used as truthful and helpful. Our confidence aside, we nevertheless hurt the very people we wish to help. 

Purposefully, my research notes are absent in the hope that you’ll spend some time discovering your personal verbal habits that might prove to be a disservice to yourself and others when using knee-jerk, preprogrammed language. 

It takes deliberate and significant effort to understand and then to change our go-to reactions. As encouragement, one example is provided below.

Bulldoze. 

I have always thought it meant forging through difficult issues by pushing through like a snowplow, encouraging strength to keep going and conquer. Bulldoze seemed to be a positive influence as it was teaching perseverance. 

But here’s what I discovered. The term originated in the 1870’s. Etymology suggests it was derived from “bull dose”, a term implying a large measure of physical punishment - in particular, beating black voters. 

Additionally, even using the terminology promoted by large machinery to clear land (and snow), it represents ignoring input from others through intimidation along with an aggressive force seeking only personal success. 

From a simple word, so much is communicated, and most of it is not at all what I thought.


Suggestions to start your research. Of course, a simple Google Search or AI interaction works as well.


Sunday, March 22, 2026

Rainbow Reminder for Current Times

2,348 BC, Or 5,700 BC, Or 50,000 years ago, Or. . .

Paramount Pictures added a disclaimer to marketing materials in February 2014, which read:

“The film is inspired by the story of Noah. While artistic license has been taken, we believe that this film is true to the essence, values, and integrity of a story that is a cornerstone of faith for millions of people worldwide. The biblical story of Noah can be found in the book of Genesis.”

Friday, March 13, 2026

Memories That Steal

It’s a nice little town. Rural, quiet, and peaceful, the population of around 2,600 is notably diverse.

On the surface, nobody would care if I chose to visit or to avoid this place. Afterall, it is just one of approximately 600 similar towns in the State of Iowa. It would matter only to me.

I chose not to go. 

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Transformational Timelines

  • “I know him! He’s a friend of mine.”
  • “She’s really nice. I work with her. Sure, I know her.”
  • “They’re OK. I see them walking their dog. How bad could they be?”
  • “Well, all I can say is that he IS my boss, but I know his type.”
  • "You know them. They all drive like that. None of them should have a license."

We might claim that we ‘know’ these people because of our interactions with them here and there. Our social cognition rings true because our brains are wired to categorize people and groups within milliseconds. (For more: Google Search, "How our brains categorize people and groups.")

Sunday, March 1, 2026

The Warning of Dissonance

A couple of months ago, while visiting my first grandchild's soon to be post-secondary home-away-from-home, we wrapped up the day by attending the Iowa State Symphony Orchestra's performance of “Pictures at an Exhibition” by M. Mussorgsky. 

Discussing the event on the way home, I mentioned that one of the 10 movements was still gnawing at my nerves. I suspect this piece was difficult for the orchestra to play but for me, listening was intolerable. My research suggests that this piece might be “Catacombs.” Ear attention will be adamantly refused should I cross paths with this piece again. 

The problem? Dissonance. The music just never resolved the clashing notes. Unfinished business had left me rattled. 

Sunday, February 15, 2026

The Concluding Edification

Google Search: The Running Man, 2025 movie.

“Plot: In the near future, the United States is a dystopian authoritarian police state ruled by corporate media networks, where most people live in poverty with little access to healthcare. People are kept pacified by FreeVee, which bombards the population with trashy, violent reality and game shows.”

“In the near future, "The Running Man" is the top-rated television show, a deadly competition where contestants must survive 30 days while being hunted by professional assassins. Desperate for money to save his sick daughter, Ben Richards is convinced by the show's ruthless producer to enter the game as a last resort. Ratings soon skyrocket as Ben's defiance, instincts, and grit turn him into an unexpected fan favorite, as well as a threat to the entire system.”

Sunday, February 8, 2026

Made for Darkness

Wait. What? Made for darkness?

NOTE: Today’s article is directed more toward those identifying with the term ‘Christian’. At the same time, relevance applies to nearly all readers. 

On my mind today is an easily recognized prayer, commonly known as “The Lord’s Prayer’, or perhaps, the “Our Father’.

Sunday, February 1, 2026

Spell Greed

This poem is often about grief. It is sometimes repeated with stories at funerals, airports, or when saying permanent goodbyes. We read, contemplate, and occasionally we cry. We promise to use ‘enough’ as a prayer for peace and contentment. We look to recognize all we have been given. We want to appreciate “enough” in every area of our lives. We want the same for every person that matters to us.

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright, no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye.” 
Bob Perks (1950-2023)

Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Espresso Cup - Retired

Last week, the article was early. This week, it’s late. My apologies. As I was putting this together, something didn’t make sense. Eventually, I realized I was merging two concepts that needed to be separated. That done, here you go!

Sunday, January 11, 2026

New Grips

It’s been decades.

As a kid, I spent countless hours at Hillcrest Golf Club in Maplewood, Minnesota. I started as a caddy—three dollars a day if you were lucky, six if you carried two bags. When the pro shop offered me hourly wages, I jumped. I pulled clubs from storage, prepped carts, shined sticks, stocked shelves, and even tinkered with my own grips and weights.

Then came the “demotion.” I became a driving range attendant. My job was to wander a hilly, rutted, overgrown field and pick up golf balls by hand. No machinery. Just bend, grab, repeat. Both backbreaking and hot, I was miserable.

Saturday, January 3, 2026

Black Ice

An opportunity to experience winter driving presented itself the other day. Heading south, we had a few stops to make. On dry roads, we began our boy’s day out with coffee and treats. Our second stop: Indoor golf. Yes. Golf, but for the peace of all readers, this particular discussion must be delayed for another time. 

Leaving the ‘links’, we walked into what had become a blurry winterscape. Just one hour had completely transformed the environment - and the drive. Admittedly, it felt odd to be carrying a bag of golf clubs while walking through a practice blizzard. And, brushing a couple of inches of new snow from the car after exiting the 'clubhouse' has also never been my experience.  

Carefully, we began the next leg of our journey. Our destination required another 35-mile drive, which eventually rewarded the boys with a 3-story, 70,000 square foot attraction designed for very active (young) people. Myself? I sat in the mezzanine tracking the movements of those with untold energy. I won’t say they moved faster than the speed of light, but I must say that metaphor crossed my mind.

It was a great day, but the story to be told here involves this 35-mile journey.