Stop the men’s pants madness! (Or, a pocket full of problems)

Please, men’s pants manufacturers.

I beg of you. Don’t go changing, to try to please me (props to Billy Joel.)

I bought some new pants a few weeks back. No doubt due to the technology advances of the day, and the need to carry smartphones but not want them scratched by keys or something = they have put a DIVIDER in the bottom of the pocket.

Um, no. No thanks.

So now, my keys end up straddling the divider, and of course the change is in one when I need it from the other, so out come the keys and the smartphone and change to get to the buried treasure.

Life was simpler back when a pocket was just a pocket. One pocket, indivisible, for convenience and pleasantry for all.

If I wanted to have 15 compartments, I’d carry a purse, as women do — I can only imagine the frustration THEY feel trying to find what’s where. Unless they are more organized than I am.

I’m not about to become a backpack or fanny pack kind of guy. (Though I do use a duffel bag of sorts that my boss provided years ago from a convention in Vegas. I use just the main compartment, and occasionally futz with the zippers I ignore.

So once again, in an area far removed from technology, technology invades, and makes something simple… not.

I used to just have to see if a pair of pants fit, had a pleasing texture, weren’t too thin a fabric or stiff, right hem length etc.

Now I have to pick a pair of pants precisely to peruse the perfect pocket placement?

Pshaw.

UPDATE: I just remembered (ya get older, you just remember a lot of stuff later;-) that these other new pants of me also have a 2-pocket pocket, but it’s the full pocket, from top to bottom. That’s better, BUT still a problem in that they are so narrow, keys get wedged in there — I don’t have that many – and again everything has to come out, tissues etc. flying, to get out the keys or such. We may be in a Golden Age of Experimentation and Innovation when it comes to pants pockets. But like so many things, I yearn for the good ol’, simpler days. Not all the good ol’ days thought – the Nehru jackets and flared jeans can stay back in the past;-)

Of the Fitbit, Evernote and turning over new (fall) leaves

I am writing this at work.

(Why care? Let me explain.)

This blog craves attention I don’t give it. By forcing myself to do it at work, even when busy (ask anyone, I’m always busy) — maybe I can be more consistent. Otherwise, why link to it at KTVZ.COM – the place I/we strive to make sure has fresh content as 24/7 as possible?

So the past month has been satisfying on several fronts (except for my wife’s uncertain work situation, but … let’s not go there, just have to keep the faith.)

My employer, News Press & Gazette, was kind enough to provide us a free Fitbit Flex – a wristband-worn activity tracker — AND a tasty incentive to use it — half off our monthly insurance premiums!

I’d been waiting for a “good excuse” to treat my body better, and this fit the bill. Couple it with what my wife and others say is a much better food logger — My Fitness Pal — and the two sync nicely. (Free, too!)

So at least twice a day, I’ve been taking walks through the neighborhood — and it’s been good, in many ways. Time to think, to breathe deep, to wonder why one neighbor always has the water running (?) and to just … take a break.

I’ve also finally dealt with the mindless eating I’ve grown accustomed to — I bought the book “Mindless Eating” a few years back, but as usual, never finished it — attention span of a gnat, dontcha know. But having to (forcing myself to!) stop and enter the food items can slow one down and get one thinking. The database is pretty darn good, and it has a bar code scanner to help track that way (even if my phone doesn’t always do well focus-wise, it’s almost like a video game to get the thing to beep and recognize it;-) The other night, I was proud of myself because rather than just polish off a Shari’s panini sandwich (side of salad not fries! Wow!) — I stopped myself after one half and brought the other half to work for lunch the next day. Seeing it had 800 calories! — don’t even ask about the sodium! — gave me pause, so… half at a time, good deal.

So also, I’ve been trying to force myself to stop working at home and get in the newsroom earlier. Some days more successful than others, just like anything. (I don’t call the work I do “the Vortex” for nothing;-) It was my call — my great bosses have been exceedingly kind about the flexibility today’s “work anywhere” technology allows, but … being IN the newsroom more has its host of benefits. From answering the phone to helping reporters with questions and just being more … useful. (I’ve never been great at office politics, I just hope being here more averts more problems with ‘Babblin’ Barn’s Big Mouth’ than it creates:-)

I was going to promote a favorite new free reading experience on my Nook — Engadget’s weekly magazine, Distro – but alas, they’ve decided to shelve it, just a few weeks after I discovered it. Oh well, I still have Flipboard, another favorite collection of things fun to read (though my HTC One’s Flipboard is still the king of fun reading).

So instead, I’ll give a shoutout to Evernote — a note-taker that has more bells and whistles than I’ll ever use, BUT has the great advantage of syncing to all devices. I use the Windows client on my work and home PCs for a few extra features, but there’s also a Web sign-in version and apps for the phones. So I can keep all my notes in “one place” — the cloud (mostly) — and not lose them.

So it’s fall — a time of shortening days and crisp (ooh boy, that wind in the face) air and … new things. We’re about to launch our new one-hour 10pm Fox news, have had one of our every-few-years Tsunamis of Change in the newsroom, and another Sweeps period is just ahead, in November.

And I’m back to blogging. I hope you find it enjoyable. Anything you’d like me to weigh in on – journalism-wise, government (oy, the Blame Society at its zenith right now!) or how/why we do what we do at NewsChannel 21 — drop me a note, or a comment here. I’m never short of words or shy of using them;-)

Conflicting fairnesses (or, since when is life supposed to be fair?)

I heard overnight from a friend who is livid that Bend city councilors sent a proposed room tax increase – a compromise that probably pleases no one 100 percent, the very definition – to voters in November.

He says the public has no full understanding of such things as tourism economics and that the councilors shirked their duties and should resign. Etc. etc.

Was really surprised by that. First of all, aren’t city councils required to send tax hikes to voters – by state law, city charter or both — and wouldn’t the outcry be much larger if they did this without asking the voters?

And since when is an “educated vote” required? That’s as problematic to make happen (quizzes at the polling place before you get to vote? Oh wait, we don’t have polling places any more) as the notion that only “those who pay” — property owners – should get to vote on property tax hikes. What property owner doesn’t pass on all or part of such taxes to their renters? And whose fault is that?

Life isn’t fair, but so many expect it to be perfectly so. And yes, the odds of this tax hike passing are great, since it’s a tax on someone else – the visitors to our community.

Some have cried “taxation without representation!”

Huh?

How about the notion that visitors to a community by their very visit make use of roads, sewer, water and sometimes emergency services that residents pay for — and thus should shoulder a percentage – the exact amount in never-ending argument — of those costs?

It all reminds me of the favorite line, “Growth should pay it’s own way.” Like “information wants to be free,” it’s nice pablum, but completely impossible in the real world.

Bend is growing again, and that tug of war, wrestling match (grow the city! No, say no to developers! Keep Bend as it is!) will be back, with all the impossible-to-please-all decisions they entail.

A city or county cannot reject a building or a resort, say, because “we don’t want any more” or “we have enough already.” It’s simply … well, illegal, under state land use laws. It’s like saying “I want to do whatever I want with my land – property rights! – but my neighbor shouldn’t be able to do anything that affects me.” Impossible to make happen, impossible to enforce – and totally illogical to request. And yet, some do. Many, in fact.

Why are all the things we “learned in kindergarten” so hard for folks to remember or accept later in life? Ah, because by then, with all our life experiences, we “know better.”

Not;-)

If Tears Could Put Out Wildfires

If tears could put out wildfires
Then we’d all be safe from harm.

They rush to save our lives and homes
From city, ranch and farm.

They call themselves the “hotshots”
And it’s not to brag or shout

They walk into a fearsome sight
To put those fires out

While we are told to leave and flee,
To grab our things and run

These pros rush in, without a thought
To fight until it’s done.

Then they head to yet another place
Where fire rages on the land

Never knowing if this fire or that
Could be their final stand.

Some fires just move too hot and fast
To safely run away

And some will not survive the night
To fight another day.

We honor them, and mourn their loss
And thank them one and all

If tears could put out wildfires
Then they’d still be standing tall.

–In honor of those lost on Colorado’s Storm King Mountain, and on Arizona’s Yarnell Hill Fire

Oh my, I’m out front! (Do home pages matter?)

I swear, I had NOTHING to do with the fact that this blog of mine is now in the navigation lineup folks now encounter when they visit our home page! It was my friend Laura the sales lady, I swear! She’s been moving stuff around to make it more logical and stuff, and…

Not that I’m complaining. Maybe it will get me blogging more often and not thinking I must have Something Very Extra Special Important to post.

It does remind me of something I read recently, though: As we move more and more into the mobile world — close to half of our page views are from folks’ smartphone and tablets — the home page — the spot I slave over more than any other in years of Website design assistance — is becoming less and less important.

What that means on the ad side — I mean, there’s only so much room on a smartphone screen, even my fun HTC One — I’ll leave to others to ponder. But for me, it’s like spending a whole lot of time over a very long time on the front door of one’s home – the fit, the finish, what it says — only to realize half your audience is entering through the side door, looking at one little piece of content — and quite often, moving on to something else somewhere else.

Wait! Come back! Futile, huh?

But it also speaks to the fact that while the home page is diminishing in importance, the layout and content of the article pages – the meat and potatoes of what we do – rises in importance. That’s why we have the links to other stories, including the ‘Most Popular” box to the right of every article. I also believe we’ve been getting more views since we put videos front and center atop every story that has one. They used to be tucked to the corner in a way that many may not have noticed or known was a video.

So anyway, as I welcome and greet you, newcomers to my words from the home page link or … however you got here, do let me know if you have any questions about KTVZ.COM you’d like me to address, or about, gulp, me if you prefer.

And however you got here – front door, window, through the roof – I… make that we sure appreciate it, and we hope to make it worth your while!

Have a great summer!

E-mail’s too easy, but Big Data is a Google away

OK, I have learned from those who know me that sometimes my venting-frustration e-mails to colleagues or our Website’s service providers are … over the top.

Granted, I have learned that e-mail can be the BEST way to reach a news source – beats phone tag, for sure. Sometimes people in the newsroom can’t get hold of someone – granted, they need to get someone on-camera, usually – but for info or a quick answer, it’s still one of the best ways to get it.

But it’s also just too easy to fire off a vent-note when something isn’t working again and … well usually it’s in part to make folks aware, but it’s also to… complain, and whine. I need to dial that back, and I will.

But Google… well, now that’s a different story. I’ve read the sample and am probably about to buy a book about the wonders of Big Data — how amazing all that data can be at, say, tracking where the flu is hitting, in real time (via search queries!)

It’s not a matter of calculating formula dreck, it’s just having alll that data can present magical answers we never could have gotten the old-fashioned way.

And because it’s late, I’ll leave it at that;-)

A guy has a right to change his mind (he said on his new laptop)

Heh. Well, the morning I wrote that last entry, my order for a desktop WAS in at Staples. Then I looked at the laptop right next to it in the ad – same i5 chip, same amt. of memory, pretty much the same specs – but a laptop!
So I went there that day and got the order stopped and … well, first I was going to try a Lenovo Ultrabook that was about the same price on clearance, but they couldn’t even get the screen to turn on right. So I went with the Z580 IdeaPad (like that name – sorta inspiring!)
And it’s really nice, and while I’m still chained to the news, so to speak, at least I’m on a longer leash – already have had several nights where I’ve been downstairs with Deb instead of cloistered (trapped!) in my home office. (I just have to turn the police scanner up and … it’s another reason to mute the commercials.)
And it takes like 10 seconds to plug or unplug the USB, monitor, keyboard, power and audio hookups and free as a bird. Battery lasts, oh, probably 4-5 hours. Nice big 16-inch bright screen. Lovely!
Just one problem, and having read the otherwise glowing reviews, I saw that coming — the touchpad and its Win8 issues – mainly that when I’m on the desktop side of things, sudden mouse movements quite often bring up the Charms (settings, search etc.) on right side – and even drop me back to TileWorld (that’s what David Pogue of NY Times in his great ‘Missing Manual’ book on Win8 calls the colorful live-tile interface formerly known as Metro or Modern). Only one keystroke to get back to what I was doing but … grr. Thinking about grabbing Start8, software from Stardock – not that I need the Start menu back, but because other efforts to change the touchpad settings haven’t resolved it for me any better than many others venting and kvetching.
So nothing’s perfect. But I do like my new traveling companion.
Oh, and here’s weird – other day I woke up with a very painful pinky finger on my right hand (shades of when I broke my little toe bashing it into a doorframe going to the bathroom 25 or so years ago). Fortunately, it wasn’t broken, just a minor strain that after a day and a half or so was feeling much better.
(As my UPI boss told me on that long-ago injury after a few days off to hobble around – ‘You don’t type with your toes!” But the pinky? It’s sorta nice to have working;-)

In praise of the lowly desktop (as my new one flies in)

They used to be beige, now they’re black. All the ports were in back, now some are in front. And by my reckoning, they are still the best ‘bang for the buck,’ in terms of the fastest chip, most memory etc. you can get for a sub-$1,000 price.

I speak of the lowly desktop computer, which if you step into any tech-related store now, like Staples (a personal favorite), you know has quickly become the Rodney Dangerfield no-respect former star of the computing world, now far more attracted to tablets and smartphones and big-for-pocket hybrid “phablets” and desktop all-in-one big-screen wonders.

So it’s with mixed emotions that I am replacing, at a fairly average point, my 3.5-year-old, almost-Windows 7 when I bought it (free upgrade when it came out a month or so later) HP desktop with a Lenovo (have one at work, all-in-one that is, and like it a lot) Intel latest (but not greatest, who can afford that?) Intel Core I5 speedier roomier (huh? A terabyte? I still have 450 of my 600-gig HD free anyway!) black box tower.

To find the formerly starring tower boxes at our friendly neighborhood Staples, look down – below the latest Windows 8 still-too-pricey touchscreen all-in-ones (that have cheaper chips, less memory etc.) — they have at most three black boxes on display, and they are … close to the floor. In fact, the Lenovo H430 I’m getting got primarily nice reviews at their and Best Buy’s site by purchasers – no actual ‘reviews’ out there in Webland, I’ve looked – that’s OK, the trusty PC I’m saying farewell to got bleh reviews in 2009.

I spend so much time kicking out the news in my home office, my wife and I have come to refer to it as the Vortex – a time-suck of the first degree. Escaping it takes some doing.

But things are changing. A lot fewer programs need to move from old PC to new these days, since so much work goes on via browsers, in ‘the cloud,’ as opposed to discrete programs on the PC. Data, sure – when your phone is a good camera, the amount of images grows.

So the computer I got because the power button broke on my last PC – seriously — is one of the first to go when it’s still trundling along. I’ll at least recycle it, though it’d be nice to find someone who wants to make use of it after the hard drive is wiped clean. I bet it’d have a few years of good use left in it.

It’s done me well, and I believe the new one will as well. They are just a tool, but for someone like me, oh so important. I don’t name them or anything. But they connect me the world, in ways unimaginable a few years or decades ago.

Which reminds me – does it ever feel really, really weird to say that we’re in 2013? I mean, shouldn’t we have our Jetson cars-that-fold-into-briefcases by now? And when you can work anywhere at any time, how hard is it for you to stop working? As for me… don’t ask;-)

Screening our world: The outer limits?

My employer was kind enough to provide me with an iPad – something I hadn’t exactly drooled over, but had been mighty curious about. (I’d probably have gotten an Android tablet if it were my dollars, since they are tight in the situation of my wife’s unemployment, but even that wasn’t an option, so I’m very grateful).

As I count it, that means I have eight screens I deal with regularly – my smartphone, an HTC Inspire that I still feel closest to, literally, the iPad, my year-old trusty fun Nook Tablet, my home and work PCs, my still-neat Toshiba Netbook , our living room TV and my upstairs home-office TV – oh, and add the 4 TVs on the newsroom wall and we’re up to 12 (though I’m usually more zoned into my work PC there than any of the various channels we tune in at various times – except ours of course;-)

So in this World of Doing More with Less, just how thin can one spread one’s self, screen-wise?

I have to admit, the iPad is one smooth gadget – to use the phrase I prefer to appliance, or even tablet. Gadget is closer to toy, as in fun, and unless I can see that the Website’s content management system really can work on it — so far, I doubt it – it’s more like my phone with a bigger screen, or my PC with a smaller one and no keyboard except the one that has no tactile feedback, something I’ve grown accustomed to.

But it sure feels like a smooth-running high-end device, not the bushel of compromises some other gadgets or toys or tools of my past have felt like. I get why Apple has its ‘walled garden’ – to control quality (and make many dollars in the process) — in nearly 30 years of owning a PC, when asked why I didn’t have anything Apple, I usually said something on the order of, “If I were rich enough I’d have both.” And I would have, if only to, as they say in college, “compare and contrast,” and use each for its strengths.

But technology is a friend that has tested so many friends’ patience of late. Big “upgrades” at the station lately, and for months that has meant a high-wire act for those far more responsible than I am for getting the shows on the air each night. Things work, except when they don’t. We miss features or work flows (or shortcuts) we had and wonder why some new ones exist.

These days, every upgrade, however well-intentioned, feels like 2 steps forward, 3 steps back, 2 steps sideways and twirl until you’re dizzy (or read the manual, or visit the support forum). Know what I mean?

There are those who’d say we’re just resistant to change. I say the world is getting very tired of upgrades that mess with our well-established work paths and habits, and take away or mess up features we depend on in order to add gee-whiz things we never said we wanted.

It often feels like in this Doing More with Less World, everyone is a beta tester, and everyone is a proofreader (magazines and books with typos? Because most likely of fewer editors tasked with doing more — tweet this, Facebook that and proofread this article! — in a shorter period of time. Something has to give, and quite often, alas, it’s a feeling of quality. Every typo – and I make my share, for sure – is a little pebble in the shoe of a reader, a sign that we’re all Doing More with Less and suffering in the end for it.

So as I deck out my new iPad with the right bookmarks (Safari’s not bad!) and apps (free of course, mostly news of course), I definitely feel I’ve reached my Screen Limit. I often have to fight The Vortex, as my wife and I have called my all-consuming job, to stop doing it one place (home or work) so I can take a break before doing some more of it (at work or home).

This year is Deb and my 30th anniversary (she’s put up with me for that long? Is there a Nobel Prize for that?) and while we dream of Hawaii, we will make it to the coast, or to visit some relatives. And yes, 2-3 of those screens will come along, but I will be more relaxed, not less, knowing I can check in when I want to. And then put it away. Deb’s orders.

Some things never change. Decades ago, Deb waited for me to do “one more thing” after “one more thing” at the UPI bureau in Portland so we could head home. But at home – before cell phones (and long before we gave up our land line) – I still was able to turn off work for the most part. Now, there’s always more to do. Always.

Some things never change. I hope I can, just enough to make it to 40 years (or gasp, 50!) with the woman I love.

That’s one reason I call them toys, or gadgets. To put them in their rightful place, at least for the moment – as servants, not masters of my hours and days and life.

Call it a rationalization. We all have them, to get by and stave off insanity, depression etc.

Screening the world on so many screens can screen out life. I have to keep reminding myself of that.

Happy 2013, everybody!

Asking the unanswerable about the unthinkable

If Friday wasn’t an emotional day for you and those close to you, you weren’t paying attention. And that just might have been a better path to take, all things considered.

There’s no way anyone was indifferent about the awful events in Newton, Conn. The very idea, the mental image of innocent children felled by a madman’s bullets in their rural classroom, less than 2 weeks before Christmas, stokes every type of negative emotion known to man.

As moderator, ringleader, babysitter and bite-my-tongue occasional commenter on KTVZ.COM’s online comments, years of experience gave me a good sense where the comments would go — human nature being what it is.

But as the guy who sometimes castigates those who seem to champion one extreme or the other in the Blame Society of today (2 bumper sticker slogans of mine: ‘To BLAME is to B-LAME,’ or ‘Blame the Blamers — Hate the Haters’) — the rekindled gun control debate, I can understand.

The notion that it’s ‘the media’s fault’ for paying too much attention to the event or for ‘glorifying’ the perpetrator, thus ensuring more such incidents, isn’t just a simple answer — but a simplistic one that fails to hold water when one examines the options as expressed.

So of course I had to ask someone who voiced that view what he would have us media folks do? Ignore such a mass tragedy? Report everything but who did it and his or her background? Really?

The response was a suggestion of leaving that part of the story blank, as the Tour de France list of winners will be forever more for the races won by Lance Armstrong before he was stripped of his titles in that doping scandal.

But talk about apples and oranges! Armstrong is still a household name – rightly famous to his stalwart fans, now infamous to those not so close to the matter who figure where there’s so much smoke…

That’s not the same as “un-covering” (censoring?) a key part of a tremendously awful story that grips the nation’s attention. We search for clues in the madman’s past, in hopes that there will be a clue that can prevent future tragedies  (knowing the odds of finding such magical clues are slim at best). And yes, for some, the details satisfy some morbid curiosity in the celeb-fame world of today. Just try putting THAT genie back in the bottle!

Madmen (and women) have existed since practically when we stepped out of the Garden of Eden. Long before guns, many died on the battlefields, and elsewhere. We have no corner on insanity, but for some reason we have cloaked the Five Stages of Grief — denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance — in the dubious twin cloaks of ‘who can we blame?’ and its corollary, ‘how can we prevent it from ever happening again (or so much)?”

And if we can’t solve/fix it, today, then we must blame … the gun, the reporter (don’t shoot the messenger?), somebody! I really, truly believe that most of us know better, but lashing out or trying to “fix” the problem, striking when the iron’s hot, feels too good to resist.

I spent much of my younger life trying to “fix” a broken family, foolishly (hey, born on April Fool’s Day). I’m lucky I don’t have an ulcer to show for it (though my older brother did;-/

The answers, I’m afraid, are, there’s really only one person to blame — and he’s dead — and there’s only so much society can do to prevent such tragedies. (Metal detectors in every school? Police in every hallway? Schools turned into what airports have become? Really?)

I do fear today’s more-connected, yet less-connected at the same time society leaves more people feeling alone than in the days of nuclear families and neighbors you knew. But again, to look for some sweeping movement, law, policy or groupthink that could reverse that trend is a fool’s game — and again, wouldn’t ‘fix’ the problem, prevent the tragedies.

The extremes and those who live there play us, the truth-, solution- and peace-seeking folks in the middle, and all too often we go along and get spun (or just simply disengage, give up on the debate out of frustration).

Anyone who dares suggest that maybe it should be a bit harder to get a gun is quickly branded by some as an unpatriotic rube who wants to rip every firearm out of Americans’ hands so the jack-booted thugs can have their way with us.

And those who believe, for example, that the answer is more people with guns in public places, or having every youngster learn responsible use of a firearm — again, those would seem to be simple, even simplistic answers that seem at best unworkable, at worst ludicrous. If only because a sizable chunk of parents would rebel at the very notion. But the notion of “doing away with the NRA”) (or unions, or the party you don’t like) also feels like spleen-venting rather than actual workable proposals or a starting point for rational discussion.

I think those who believe we don’t direct enough attention and dollars toward mental health treatment are on a far more promising tack — though again, there’s no such thing as a 100 percent “solution” to the mind that can snap, without any signs of it before to the outside world. (Not unless we enter a world of “Minority Report” pre-cognition and enlist folks to prevent crimes before they happen. A horror film come to life.)

I bet most reporters involved in covering Friday’s awful events were conflicted — the adrenaline pumps over “the big story,” but I seriously doubt any of the people involved ever expected to be interviewing children — at their parents’ sides, of course — about “bullets whizzing by.” No mind can insulate itself fully from the sick feeling at the pit of one’s stomach over not just the awful events, but how familiar — even, ugh, routine — they have become.

We take daily routines and life for granted because we are a resilient species and most of us don’t, thank God, spend every day of our lives fighting for survival — though with my wife still seeking work, at what’s supposed to be a joyous time of year, I also know how the economic woes we have fallen into remove much of the … lubrication from the gears of society, causing them to grind, spark and occasionally burst into flame.

(Speaking of the economy and tight, tough times, the fiscal cliff — now there’s something to “fix” that shows just how hard it can be to “fix” obvious problems, when the best “solution” to those directly involved is to never give in and blame the other side for being childish, stubborn and 100 percent wrong. Sigh.)

So the “how many children have to die before we…(fill in the blank)” crowd can be seen as using an awful tragedy to make their point, in a way that frustrates all but probably sways few if any minds troubled by the horrifying events.

In my job as a reporter, I often tell people I rarely if ever have the answers — I just try very hard to come up with the right questions — and to know who to ask. (I also tell folks I have no memory, only Google and archives – and they only go so far. But that’s a topic for a different, happier day.)

But on days like this, I believe we should excuse each other for asking the chief unanswerable question — why?? — because that’s what we imperfect humans do.

And when we watch and read the heart-wrenching tales of heroes and lives cut short, not to mention reams of analysis that are no doubt coming our way in coming days about the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary, it seems to me the best way we can honor, respect and salute the innocent children lost, and the bereaved parents, families and friends, is to think before we vent or blame, to resist those who would use this tragedy for their own political ends, to better balance the pain in our hearts with the logic in our heads that says grasping at simple answers in the frustration-born, all too human desire to “do something!” is a shortcoming that really, deep down inside … we know is never, ever that simple.