More About Me/ Meyers-Briggs ESFJ

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After my recent item Apropos Of The Lunar New Year, I am so far up my own ass I decided to spelunk a little farther down. I was well pleased with this list of ESFJ traits, including people-focused and social. I think it’s more accurate than astronomy or the Lunar Calendar, much as I love the traits of Year of the Dragon.

I have been suspicious of the Meyers-Briggs Type Indicator ever since it factored into Jim Mitchell’s decision not to hire me for the San Jose Mercury in the early 80s. (What a disaster that would have been, as would a job at the San Francisco Examiner I was also after). However…

At Windows Magazine once, management had the staff take the test. I was shocked to find most journalists are introverts, but then I am shocked that most people aren’t extroverts (studies vary from 50/50 to 1/3 introverts). The best MBTI for journalists is INFJ, which means I’m about half off.

According to most web sites that list ESFJ jobs, I am best suited for several jobs I have done: teacher, office manager, PR manager and technical writer (most of my career). The only intriguing (to me) job on the list I have never done is to be a nurse.

Right Column Redux: Schindler Jingle/Dream of a Lifetime

The column to the right on this blog contains permanent content, most of which has appeared at one time or another in the main body. I’ve decided to include a reminder.

Schindler Jingle/Dream of a Lifetime

For 60 years, I dreamed of having my name sung, musical-ID style. I never worked as a DJ at a station rich enough to afford a jingle, but during Covid I paid PAM for “Paul Schindler, never been on the radio,” to the tune of the old KGW jingle (sung by the Johnny Mann singers): “Firstname, Lastname, 62 KGW.” And of course, I still know how to say KGW out loud; just think “My Pay Check.” I never said it on the radio; just sometimes at sign-on of the sister TV station.

If you've ever heard the answering  message on my cellphone, you've already heard the jingle.

Review: Upgraded ****

The Amazon movie Upgraded is a cross between The Devil Wears Prada, and any rom-com where the kiss comes near the beginning rather than the last scene. I found it hysterical―the villains were so cartoonishly villainous.  It left Vicki cold, however. Some of the plot twists were a bit much, but as Vicki noted, “It’s not a documentary.” Was that really a swan?


This and That 

More Music
Actually the same old music in a new place. Paul Sings Paul is now a Youtube playlist. You get all the tracks in order for nothing (as long as you have Internet). It was never about the money; just sharing the music.

But Once Quote
“I shall pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”
― Stephen Grelle, a Quaker missionary

Cool Magnetism Demo
From Linked In: Magnetism Demonstration using an AA battery.

Johnny Cash/Why Folsom?
You probably already asked yourself the question in Arlo and Janis. Tip of the PSCAOT hat to Daniel Dern.

Does Anyone Still Say This?
In the 1960s, playground wit included, “Great Play, Shakespeare,” “Smooth Move, Ex-Lax,” “No Shit, Sherlock,” and “No Shit, Little Beaver.” (Was that an Oregon thing, in the Beaver State?) “Close, but no cigar.”  “Rectal-cranial inversion.”

Invariants: Who Knew There Was A Word For It

Every day I do Elevate, a “brain exercise” program. Every few days, it reminds me how badly autocorrect has affected my ability to spell. Today, the word aircraft was offered, with the question of how to spell the plural. Well, duh, aircraft.

So I looked for a list of such words, and found the longest list of invariants here.

I know there are present and former editors and copyreaders among my readership, and it would not surprise me if you had occasionally pondered the question of invariants. But I would be willing to wager that none of you knew there was a word for it.

My Granddaughter: Infatuated

At this moment she is infatuated with Ajji and Abba (grandparents) She says Abba, Abba, Abba, or Ay-ah, Ay-ah, Ay-ah (her best effort at Ajji ) even though her mom shows her pictures of us. She insists she will either not eat breakfast or not get dressed until she sees us in a video call. It is fun and funny, for us anyway. We appreciate the obsession, since we know you’ll outgrow it.

She also just learned to say poop, because she was being asked about her diarrhea.

This and That

Are You Smarter Than The Internet?
A song I kind of know: “Hey, ho, we gotta go.” Google turns up the Seven Dwarfs. Shazam did not recognize my rendition. Can anyone lead me to the lyrics? What I sang to my grandson as we prepared to leave this morning was, “Hey, Ho, We gotta go. That’s all the lyrics that I know.”
Who Knew You Could Stretch Your Brain?
Brain Stretching Exercise From Linked In
Good Semi-Rad Links

Two from Semi-Rad, one a double-hop

From my friend Ed Roberson’s Good News From The American West newsletter: Humans taking inspiration (ok and also actual tactics) from beavers, in order to fight wildfires and restore wetlands.

" Books have nuance... Social media offers shouting and the flattening of complex issues in patronizing and filthy ways." Emily F. Gorcenski, How I Read 40 Books and Extinguished the World on Fire (via
Words of the Prophet
From the usually serious LinkedIn: Not what Paul Simon had in mind.
Poor Things***
This film was recommended to me, but not by me. An interesting idea, not boring. Eleven Oscar nominations, including best picture? Please. Willem Dafoe was his most Willem Dafoeist, and Emma Stone was amazing violating the "don't let them see you sweat" rule. But 2 1/2 hours is too long. Acting nominations (and maybe cinematography) yes. But 11 seems like overkill. If you're a completist (must see every best picture nominee) go. If not, don't.
Really? A Vile of Gold?
Apparently the SF Chronicle doesn't proofread letters to the editor.




SF vs. LA

San Francisco was a thriving and important city in the 1850s, while Los Angeles was a sleepy, insignificant Hispanic village.

San Francisco was the terminus of the transcontinental railroad (OK, technically Oakland, but same difference) in 1869. The Southern route arrived in LA seven years later. It cost LA $610,000―$4.5 million in 2023) to keep it from terminating in San Diego.

It’s a little easier to figure out why LA beat SF despite the northern city’s head start. SF was on a peninsula and the area that surrounded it was hilly land, difficult to access and hard to build on. So, it was hard to squeeze more people in.

LA, on the other hand, had land spreading out so far and wide, mostly flat as a pancake. So it was filled with inexpensive houses. My father-in-law was selling 3/2 homes for $500 in the 1930s ($10,000 today―still pretty cheap). More people, more money, more political influence. Alas, Nixon and Reagan.

Plus, LA was helped by its climate. Sunny skies brought the movie industry to Hollywood (the motion picture capital started out in Fremont, which would have helped SF, if not for the fog) as well as the defense industry (easier to do test flights in the sun than in the rain).

Today, LA rules while SF drools (and I don’t know what San Diego does―perhaps kick itself for not coughing up $5 million back in the day). SF is quaint while LA is powerful. Except for the inexplicable fact that holders of statewide office are disproportionately from NorCal.

Written vs. Spoken Vocabulary

I think almost all of us have a larger written vocabulary than spoken vocabulary. I was put in mind of this by the Elevate Ap ($5/month of $50 a year) on my iPhone. Elevate has a pronunciation game. Usually I ace it.

This wouldn’t always have been so. When I was 10 years old, the Columbus Day Storm devastated Oregon with mass destruction. The newspapers that somehow made it to our porch constantly described debris everywhere.

When it was safe, my family drove around to look at the devastation, I said, “look at the debb-riss.” My mother gently corrected me (look it up).

I know “soak-rats” for Socrates is a joke, but I did hear it once and I don’t think the person who said it was kidding.

Of course now that reading is a gendered activity, most boys won’t have a spoken OR written vocabulary. I’m not looking forward to the first novel written in emojis, or the Pulitzer Prize for best first-person shooter game.

More Hardboiled Dialog

I find I can’t help myself. The dialog in Monsieur Spade is so good this may become a regular feature. Sam is in italics. Regular type for other characters.

I don’t think we’re having the same conversation.

As a private detective you have the same legal authority in France as a rat catcher. In my case they’re one and the same.

(To an awful human being who says he may move to Norway) I hear Norway needs more assholes.

(Is that a threat?) Whoever taught you English didn’t teach you the difference between a threat and a promise.

Listen with your ears and not your mouth.

For some the truth is an insult.

Like searching for a needle in a needle stack.