Yellow Deli: Beautiful ambiance and graciously nutritious food, but also a religious cult?


On our visit to Chattanooga recently we encountered the Yellow Deli. We enjoyed the food, the music, and the service received. The decor had Hebraic references, and the 24/5 opening schedule made us think of a Jewish background. It also had an influence that would remind us of the 60s hippie movement.

But we never thought it would be the controversial group the below article details;

Even so, here are some pictures of the decor that so enthralled us:

And here are some nighttime exteriors:



Of dogs, toes and tempers


Today’s post starts with the perils of our dog, Rocky, who has been limping since we got home since the day we returned from LibertyCon. Since we worked all the days in between, we didn’t get him to the veterinarian until today.

The Vet said something was wrong with a right rear toe, and needed to x-ray, which also meant sedating him.  So we did so, and they confirmed a broken toe (the other options was cancer as a cause — fortunately ruled out), which means a splint for 4-8 weeks, and the “cone of shame” to keep him from worrying the splint/cast.

But he is already much better. Moving around more surely. He will probably be fully used to the splint about the time it gets to come off, and have to learn to walk all over again.


Rocky covers the dog and toes portion of the headline; the second part of the post will cover the toes and tempers part.

I was at Chickie’s and Pete’s at Ocean’s of Fun where I got to hear an (unfortunately) unique conversation: A guest was talking to an associate’s supervisor, with the associate there, to praise him for how well he handled a difficult guest — the difficult guest being the one giving the compliment. The guest realized afterwards, apparently, how unfair he had been to the associate while making his complaint. He complimented the associate for keeping his cool, for being the “better man” than the guest had been, and for walking away at the appropriate moment rather than turn the episode into something they both would have regretted.

The associate in question is part of the foods team, but as a part of the merchandise team I felt a sense of shared pride in our “one team” service well done, and I also felt good to know that so many young associates (this one was definitely a teen) were proving themselves capable of mature responsible actions through the opportunities presented to them through the amusement park.

That associate gave me good, pleasant service, at the register. But when my order was called up I realized my receipt tape showed three regular cutlets instead of  regular and one buffalo. But the associate bringing out the food very quickly understood my situation and had one converted to buffalo.

Perfection isn’t required, the ability to do a quality job and to solve when needed, are needed. How one handles fixing things is the key thing.

Sabbatical Update: Good Deed Punished


Well, the past week was the extreme of lack of schedule. All due to one person we attempted to help, and who we may have helped, or may have ultimately merely enabled.

I ran across this person as an acquaintance while out biking, developed a correspondence, and ended up months later helping him after he got out of the hospital. By this point he was also homeless.

When we took him in, originally for one night, ultimately for a couple of weeks, we entered a certain sort of looking-glass world. It sort of reminded me of a part of my upbringing: my parents were good friends with another couple, so periodically we would spend an evening at their place, or they at ours. Whenever we visited them, we did what their daughter wanted, because we were guests; whenever they visited us, we did what their daughter wanted, because she was the guest.  Thus it was with this homeless “friend”.

Our choice in everything, from food, music, etc., underwent the critique. No respect for the hours of the household. Up at all times of the night with TV and music. True, he did help resolve some technical issues with our TV smartcast, but everything was always his perspective. There was the constant mantra that people don’t listen to other people talk, i.e. I wasn’t listening to him, but things I had discussed with him three times he had no memory of (when it suited him), and if he said A today, tomorrow he asserted he has said B yesterday.

During the process of helping him out, we learned that he had bounced from one friend’s home to another after leaving the hospital, each one using him either for access to drugs or sex, and so were very clear to make it understood that our assistance was based on neither of these, or any other expected return from him. We also reiterated that he has not a charity case, that we were helping him develop his plan to get back to independence again.

And yet at the end, his own duplicity did him in.  We didn’t drive him out, he fled himself. He warned us against the danger of dealing with one of his old lovers, a drug dealer, and yet he was the one who called said lover over and over again, gave him his address. And when we tried to get them seated in a three-way conversation, it was our house guest who ran away, and the dangerous dealer who showed dignity, respect, and good ethics.

Not every one can be helped. Sometimes people have to crash and almost burn before they can realize their need to accept the assistance that can make them free.

Fitness Update: Viral Reboot


For those of you who.  are regular follwers of “Be Swift Be Precise” you will have notice a real oddity this past “long” weekend: The blog has gone postless for three days.

This breaks a string of unbroken posts for at least two years or longer. The reason, quite simply, relates to my physical fitness, yet also to many of the more subtle pieces of the fitness balance.

Wednesday evening I had an idea for the Thursday post, shot up a headline on my draft board, and didn’t get any farther. Tiredness and a slight chill sent me to bed early. Thursday, I got online, for work only, but didn’t hit anything personal. By the end of the day I was in a bout with a full viral assault that the doctor on Friday morning assured me wasn’t the flu, but the distinction didn’t really matter to me that much. I didn’t personally complete the Thursday post you saw — I dictated and my “stenographer” did the actual web access. Thus from Wednesday night until I came back up finally on Sunday afternoon, I was entirely devoid of web presence, given or received.

It might be a slight use of hyperbole to claim that I approached a sometimes hallucinatory state during times Thursday evening and Friday, but I did have very curious dreams, that brought up interesting correlations of data and personal history. Being disengaged from the net was probably a wise thing during this time, if I could have even thought enough to make the attempt to engage.

All this, of course, has occurred during a time when I am very busy with several new demanding projects happening all at the same time. So now that I have, practically speaking, lost almost an entire week’s forward progress of my life that I need to reacquire, I have to come to some triage decisions of how to make that happen.

For health, I cannot start out to fast. I said I came up on Sunday afternoon, but that doesn’t mean I emerged completely whole and hale. Until I have my full energy, I need to use only the energy that I currently have.

So, while I get some of the other pieces in place, it may be a week or two before I get back to the daily posting schedule. I don’t know whether the weekly feature days or the special topic days will emerge first — it may be mixture of the two depending on where the space and energy emerge — but the daily posting schedule will arise again.

For the other parts of my life: work obviously will slide right back into its regular slot; school will have to be fit in along the cracks, and found a way to get completed and caught up, since I started a week late and am now practically two weeks behind.

Church will be there, to attend, and to immerse in.

Somewhere I need to get my “personal” reading time in — which has almost exclusively been the book club book for the past couple years. Since I was offline, I tried reading the hard-copy book during my down time. My brain power could manage a measly 20-30 pages a day.

Everything done, in its time, with a buffer planned somewhere for more of the unexpected. The ride for the next couple of weeks and months could be interesting.

The Thesis


Since I began my Master’s degree in January 2014, I have spent a significant amount of time blogging about various classes and reading for my degree.

But I’ve taken a break from the program for almost a year, due to work considerations. Yet today, I am suddenly back in gear. Starting the class late, but aiming to finish it up by spring.

This is the capstone course: writing the Thesis. Despite all my preparations, I feel like I have no idea how to get it done, yet also feel confident that it can and will get done.

My catch-phrase I started at work is going to hold me in good standing here: “Let’s Pool Our Ignorance”.

So this weekend I will be writing up my 1 page initial proposal and see where that goes.

New Year’s Cleaning


They Say New Year’s is a time for resolutions. And Monday is supposed to be my fitness update. Both of which might get some mention today.  Both of which, from the Fitness perspective, will get more detail next Monday.

But today, I’m going to talk about New Year’s as a time for cleaning.

There are more posts coming this month detailing the house remodel/recover from our tree/storm damage. But without the pictures and the step-by-step chronology of those, today’s post reflects a major side-effect of that process.  We are moving houses — but within the same house.

Which involves a lot of cleaning, and getting rid of stuff that has accumulated throughout the years.

We have a 2,000 square foot house, and were probably actively living in 1,200 to 1,500 feet of.  When we get done we will have rearranged our patterns and be living in 1,500 to 1,800 square  feet of our 2,000 square feet. And the remaining 200 to 500 square feet will be within our sites with ideas for how to utilize them as well.

A couple years ago I did a reorganization of our kitchen. It is interesting how patterns change over the years, and we had so many things not being used just cluttering up space. So we cleaned a lot of stuff up and started utilizing more of what we had.

The same thing happened to the house in general. We had spaces we stopped using, and items began piling up in them. Now we are decluttering and reorganizing the spaces for more use and less clutter.

It is interesting in our culture how much stuff we tend to accumulate. We are in a culture of affluence.  Even the poorest ends up overflowing in the detritus of the stuff that forms our affluence. This is a good thing, our affluence, as long as we are aware of the detritus that is its side effect and cycle it back into the process of affluence and living.

That isn’t a carte blanche statement for recycling, as much as that seems on the surface. But it points to the side effects of our affluence, and the opportunities it provides us. We need to keep learning and growing, and recreating our way of living to use and clear and reuse what is available to us. Nothing is ever waste, everything is always potential for the new and better.

Choose to be angry


( Note: All the date references in the below post are done present tense; i.e. from the frame of when they were originally written, and not when I finally published them. This article was drafted in bits and spurts, so no date reference can be deemed to help one figure out the exact day or time of any event being referred to.)

One day this past fall I chose to be angry. I tried to concentrate my thoughts on an unfairness that had been done to me, for the whole day. I tried to demonstrate that one chooses one’s attitude. And I kept it up until about 3 p.m., one hour before the end of the work day.

Someone needed assistance, and in doing so I couldn’t help get infected by her attitude. I never realized how hard it would be for me to choose to be angry.

I spent about 10 minutes writing the above two paragraphs, and 10  minutes before deciding that I was going to write on this subject. And it took me all of that 20 minutes to even remember what item I had been so royally screwed over by certain powers that be in my life that I decided it was worth devoting an entire day of my life being angry about it.

And that was after yesterday someone brought it back up to me and rubbed my face into it along with another equally ridiculous slap down I was given over a perceived slight that was entirely incongruous to the actual intent and tone of event that occurred.

I discovered that I can be intensely angry, but holding onto it is a hard thing to do. I don’t like living there, although in certain ways it felt really good to be able to hold onto my sense of injustice and being mistreated. It also has warned me how easy it is to let someone do something to  me over and over again, my ability to forget and thus forgive by forgetfulness, along with my rare ability to actually hold a grudge.