Monthly Archives: August 2015

WINGSPREAD E-zine for August, 2015

“Spreading your wings” in a complex world
James Hurd               August, 2015

1. E-zine subscription information
2. How to purchase Wingspread: Of Faith and Flying
3. Newest blog article:
4. Writer’s Corner
5. Book and Film reviews
6. Favorite quotes

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New blog article:   Fear GPS Betty!  

I’m a bad navigator—missing exits, choosing the wrong route, getting turned around. For years I’ve had a recurring dream where I’m driving around lost in a foreign city. I’m apprehensive, late for my appointment, and clothed only in my underwear. Too proud to stop and ask directions, or even consult a map….
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Writer’s Corner
Writer’s Word of the Week:  compression. If you wish to write about one decade of your life, compress it. List a few significant events, but pick out just three highlights and expand on them, instead of droning on about everything.

Iowa Summer Writing Festival. My weekend at the University of Iowa was like drinking from a firehose. Powerful suggestions for “telling your tale.” The challenge now is to apply them, practice them, integrate them into my own writing. Pricey, but very valuable. (They provided coffee the first day, but meals and lodging are on your own.)


Books and Film reviews
Leo Tolstoy’s Resurrection. Just finished this book. A powerful tale of seduction, waywardness, and the long road to redemption, set in late 1800’s Russia. A wealthy prince seduces a poor housemaid, driving her into prostitution. He later accompanies her to exile in Siberia, trying to atone for his sins. Great descriptions of scenes and characters. I frequently put a “W” (“writing”) in the book margins where I see ideas for my own writing. He takes an “omniscient” view, revealing to the reader the thoughts and intents of the hearts of his characters. Motivations.

Remains of the Day (based on the novel by Kazuo Ishiguro, 1989). I recommend this film of blind, misguided loyalty and lost love. Set in 1930’s England in the mansion of wealthy Lord Darlington. His Butler, Stevens, is 100% loyal to Darlington, in spite of Darlington’s Nazi sympathies. Miss Kenton, the housekeeper, loves Stevens, but Stevens is oblivious, and does not return her love. Years later, he encounters Kenton in a poignant conversation.


Favorite quotes

♫   Education is what someone does to you. Learning is what you do for yourself.

♫  You’ve got to be very careful if you don’t know where you are going, because you might not ever get there.
Yogi Berra

♫  God gave you two ends: One to sit on and one to think with. Success depends upon which one you use most —

Heads you win
Tails you lose!


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Fear GPS Betty!

I’m a bad navigator—missing exits, choosing the wrong route, getting turned around. For years I’ve had a recurring dream where I’m driving around lost in a foreign city. I’m apprehensive, late for my appointment, and clothed only in my underwear. Too proud to stop and ask directions, or even consult a map.

So Barbara got me a GPS for our anniversary. It comes with a tiny “How to Get Started” pamphlet (in four languages), with helpful information such as: “Don’t blame us if you’re distracted and kill yourself in a crash… If the battery explodes and your car catches fire, we don’t want to know about it… It’s not our fault if you get lost…,”etc.

The pamphlet barely mentions how to operate the device, so I plug it into my car’s cigarette lighter, turn it on, and finally figure out how to punch in “350 Nelson Ave., Stillwater, MN.”

While I’m still in the garage, the GPS voice (I call her “Betty”) starts telling me where to go and what to do—“Drive to highlighted route.” I visualize Betty sitting sullenly somewhere in a darkened room, staring at a computer screen. Omniscient, she knows all the roads in North America, and even knows about construction work, detours, and rush-hour traffic. I wonder if she can see and hear me, or if she even cares. She intimidates.

I’ve always considered my wife a sufficient navigation aid (e.g., when she scolds, “you missed your turn!”). Now I have Betty. Barbara wonders if I’ll ever need to use my brain again.

I think Betty’s kind of a control freak. After we turn onto I-35W, she instructs me to “Go five miles to Highway 36; then turn left.” I wonder what route she’s taking me; I want to go a different way. I’m hesitant to contradict her, but I cautiously turn left onto 85th Avenue, thinking maybe she won’t notice.

I’m expecting her to say, “Well do what you like, but you’ll be sorry…” or, “I’ll deal with your wrong turns but I’m not happy about it…” She says none of these things, and merely keeps suggesting that I turn south to Highway 36. I ignore her.

Finally she gives up and says, “Go ten miles, then turn right.” Clearly, she’s given up on Highway 36, but I can tell she’s not happy. Betty says nothing for the next ten miles. I wonder, what is she thinking? Next time she speaks, her voice sounds different—curt, edgy, a bit passive-aggressive. I think she’s offended. I’d like to tell her that I’m not mad at her, ask her about her husband and kids, or ask how her day’s going.

When we reach Stillwater, Betty flawlessly guides us to the Thai Basil restaurant (“You have now arrived at your destination”), and after dinner we drive on our own to Nelson’s Ice Cream Shop. She doesn’t seem to mind.

Driving home from Stillwater I don’t detect any resentment—Betty acts as if all is forgiven. But when we turn in at our driveway Betty says we still have four-tenths of a mile to go. Is this retaliation? No. I remember that when I typed in our street name, I’d left out “West.” Betty was thinking we wanted to go “East.” Not your fault, girl.

I wonder how much more I would have to pay to get a friendly male GPS voice—“Is everything OK?… You’re going great… Beautiful day… You might want to turn left here, but I can work with you if you don’t …” My kind of laid-back guy.

Then, after I gained more confidence, I could buy a trash-talking guy: “Why do ya wanna go there? Work with me here—are ya gonna do what I tell ya?… You idiot! I told you to turn right!… Dude, I can tell you’re confused… OK, I’m shuttin’ down—just drive where you want, but it ain’t gonna be pretty… I don’t care if you get yourself lost!… Come back when you’re ready to listen…” At least I would know where I stood.

I’m still not completely comfortable with Betty but I think we’re achieved a good working relationship. She’ll tolerate a few wrong turns if I follow most of her suggestions and, most importantly, she’ll tolerate me if only I don’t talk back.