The Daily Chronicle

By Mark W. Danielson

Once upon a time, newspapers were a primary source of information frequently titled The [name your city] Chronicle or The [name your city] Times.  But with changing times, many newspapers are also chronicled in e-format.  A side benefit is our own lives are now documented through the social media.  

Now before anyone gets upset, mull over the positive side to this.  Thanks to the social media, we now have a continuous record of how we lived our day, thus in a very real sense our e-mail, text messages, and tweets have created an unedited autobiography in more detail than we ever imagined.  Assuming you don’t delete these e-mail, one day your kids might actually gain a sense of who you were and why you made your decisions.  Of course, if you have things you don’t want them to see, you had better password protect them or delete them.

I have written before about my only link to my globetrotting Indiana Jones photo/journalist grandfather is his writing.  Without Maynard Owen Williams’ written text, I would never have known that he dined with Laurence of Arabia or that he was among the first to enter the newly discovered King Tut’s tomb.  Granted, most of us lead far less exciting lives, but through e-mail we at least leave a record. 

For years I tried to get my father to write his autobiography, and in recent years he actually did work on it, but as with most people he passed before ever completing it.  Still, I have a daily chronicle from the daily e-mails we exchanged over the last fifteen years and that is far better than nothing.

Recently I decided it was time to trade e-mails for storage space, but I wanted to permanently preserve my conversations with my father.  To do this I opened a Word document and then starting with the oldest e-mail, copied and pasted its contents, backed it up with a flash drive, and then deleted it.  The process was tedious and slowed even more when I included photos I had attached to the e-mail, but since these photos were referenced in the text it was necessary.  To do this I had to first view it, save it, call up the saved photo, copy it, and finally paste it into the Word document. 

In the end my unedited chronicle totaled 652 pages and over 347 thousand words, which equates to three long novels, or four to six novellas.  Now I have a good record of my father’s and my daily lives preserving many priceless memories.  At some point I will edit this document and save the posterity-worthy pearls.  Most likely, I can narrow it down to the size of a single novel.  In the meantime, I will leave it for a rainy day when I want to reflect on my father’s wisdom and that is indeed something to look forward to.

Recalculating!

By Mark W. Danielson

If you’ve ever snickered at the insurance commercial with the GPS causing an accident, then you can appreciate this article.  Today’s use of the Global Proximity System has become as common as a cold.  Thanks to our military’s toned-down version, cell phones can track kids, direct us to restaurants and entertainment facilities, and most of all, guide us in unfamiliar territory.  But unlike airplane or ship navigation systems that define courses by pre-programmed latitude/longitude waypoints, our portable GPS units rely on typed-in addresses or data-base locations.  If you selected your intended destination ahead of time, your GPS will likely be a valuable asset.  However, serious problems can develop if your navigation system never reset itself from a previous location or you are attempting to change your destination while steering your vehicle.  Any police officer will tell you that sending a text, talking on the phone, or fiddling with the GPS while driving can be as dangerous as driving while intoxicated.  This is why GPS lawyers added the requirement that you agree to only programing your GPS while your car is parked.  No doubt some will still blame their GPS for their ensuing accident and win. 

We have all heard the funny pronunciations from computer-generated voices when text is translated to voice, but when my wife and I were driving in unfamiliar territory and our GPS told us to turn left on “Wha wha”, all we could do was laugh and try to determine what “Bitchin’ Betty” intended.  Once we realized she was telling us to turn left on “Wolf Road” we were fine.  Soon after, when we were told to turn left on “Shelby” when the actual street was named “Shell Bay”.  A cautious turn kept us on the correct track.  Learning to understand your GPS’ voice is probably no different than understanding your children or your dog.  Personally, I find it easier to keep my head outside and listen to the voice commands rather than physically looking at the moving map.  At least I stand less of a chance of causing an accident that way.

GPS has its limitations, thus it’s always best to have basic orientation on where you should be traveling.  Doing so will avoid the “recalculating” commands.  For example, if you’re supposed to be heading south and find the setting sun in your eyes, you should know that something’s probably askew.  Nowadays, many cars are equipped with electronic compasses, so use them to your benefit.  And if you are in a big city such as Manhattan, know which way the streets and avenues run.  (Yes, Virginia, there was a master plan when they built this city.)  As a general rule, avenues commonly run north and south while streets travel east and west.  East/West Interstates run are even numbered.  North/South Interstates normally end with a “5”.  Big cities like LA have all kinds of designations so be prepared.  Most of all, remember that cruise control is NOT an autopilot, so keep your head outside and drive safe.  I truly enjoy meeting new people, but not as a result of a car wreck.