Sunday, September 24, 2023

A Perfect Eclipse Recipe

 Recently, I've been baking. 

A lot.

It's a great way to connect with people, it's a way to pass the time that's not completely without effort, and it makes my house. Smell. DI-vine. 

Two recipes in particular have stood out: my grandmother's chocolate sauce recipe, and a new sugar-cookie recipe that utilizes it for half the dough. It's a combination that I'm calling: Moon Cookies.

Da-da-da-daa! Moon cookies.
So, what's the recipe? How does it work? Why do they look so gloriously like little moons? I don't have the answer to the last question, but I do for the first two.

You will need: 
  • Your sugar cookie recipe of choice. I've provided my favorite below.
  • Your chocolate sauce of choice. I'm not posting my grandmother's recipe, but it's a halfway point between a chocolate syrup and a chocolate gravy.
  • The usual bits of kitchen accouterments. 
Ingredients:
  • 2.75 cups flour
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • .5 tsp baking powder
  • 1 cup butter, softened
  • 1.5 cup white sugar
  • 1 egg
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • A couple pinches of salt
  • 1.5 tbs chocolate sauce
You'll want your oven at 375ºF, baking for about 10 minutes. The dough will likely be wetter than usual for a sugar cookie.
  1. Combine your dry ingredients together (not the salt). Set to the side.
  2. Cream together your butter and sugar. I usually let my butter soften by leaving it out for a day or two...unless I don't plan ahead, at which point I use a microwave.
  3. Add in the egg and vanilla. Mix well. When all mixed, add in your dry ingredient mixture. Note: Make sure you have added a good amount of salt as well. The chocolate sauce will add a lot of extra sweet for you to balance out.
  4. When your dough is well mixed, cut the dough in half. Put half off to the side, and the other half back in the mixing bowl.
  5. Mix in your chocolate sauce with the half dough in the bowl.
  6. Normally, you would want to make balls of dough around the size of a walnut (about what you get from spooning out some dough). Take an amount roughly half of that from both sets of dough, and lightly roll them together in your hand. Your goal is to combine them together with the warmth of your hand, not mix them together.
  7. Bake until done (about ten minutes), let sit for a minute or two, and enjoy.
With the upcoming eclipse, these cookies should be perfect for any and all moon parties. Enjoy.

This has been an adventure of the austentatious! If you liked it, tell your friends. If you hated it, tell your enemies. And if you don't care either way, then tell everyone.


Monday, May 4, 2020


Happy Monday, and May the 4th be with you.

That's right, it's Star Wars Day, and I've recorded a little video in celebration.

I've loved the Star Wars movies for as long as I can remember--though for different reasons. Growing up, I was all about those lightsaber fights. You could trash that whole sub-plot with the Death Star and the backstory--I wanted laser sword on laser sword action.

Though I also tended to skip the rancor--too scary.

As I got older, though--and the prequel trilogy came out--I found myself getting invested in the lore. Now, not enough to actually go out and read the 500,000,000 books of the Expanded Universe (now known as Legends) but enough to understand some of the philosophy and spirituality therein.

Thankfully, this was the age before Wookieepeedia, or I might never have surfaced.

After the release of Revenge of the Sith, my love of the franchise diminished--I simply moved on to new things. Unlike today, there wasn't a whole lot of official media being released. There weren't any new TV shows, no yearly movies--just a few games that I wasn't interested in playing.

Now, however, the world has changed. I can watch numerous TV shows from the Star Wars universe, from The Mandelorian to Rebels (though I still don't have Disney+, so YouTube clips only and episode summaries). I can delved into Lore, I can read thesis arguing for the inherent nihilism of Palpatine.

I can order waffle maker in the shape of Darth Vader's mask.

And I still love the show.

At the end of the day, May the 4th reminds me of several things.

1) Never be ashamed of your fandoms. Like what you like--so long as it doesn't physically hurt someone, there's no reason for everyone to like the same thing.

2) Have your escapes. There are many scary aspects of the world today. Some are still wonderful. Others...aren't. It's up to us to figure out what we want to accomplish, and when we need a few minutes to forget about the problems around us.

3) Fans create media. Disney has come out to say that they own everything that uses the hashtag May the Fourth. I'm here to say that they don't. The holiday preceded their ownership of the franchise, and it was created by fans. Without them, A New Hope would just have been a forgotten space opera from the 70's. With them, it has transformed into an important part of our culture.

Think about it: thousands of years from now (if the story is preserved) students in a classroom could be studying the ancient texts of Gilgamesh, the Ramayana, the Bible, and Star Wars.

Give the fans their due, and give them their space. I know that it's hard to give up control. But, to paraphrase a character, "the force binds us: you, me, the tree" and the franchise. We are all an equal part of it.

And there's something rather special to that.

This has been another Adventure in the Austentations. If you liked it, tell your friends; if you hated it, tell your enemies; and if you don't care either way, then tell everyone! Stay safe, be amazing...

And happy quarantine!

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Episode 12: The Critical Critique and the Answerous Apology


A Vlog Showing How I Critique Myslf

Hello dear reader,

Happy Wednesday! I'm back, and I'm going to start with an apology: I'm sorry that I haven't posted for a week and a half.

Looking back at the metrics, people have been checking, and I let them down. I'm fine, life just got in the way--I started doing some tech work, and the initial setup is always going to take a lot more work than the rest. But, for now, everything is going well.

But, let's talk about apologies.

As a teacher, a sincere apology is one of the hardest thing to get out of some kids--since, at the end of the day, the apology has to be about the other person, while the age of not-adulting is a notoriously self-centered one.

I'm also going to add that I'm shying away from political jokes, no matter how low hanging the fruit.

It's also hard, since so much of the media--be it corporate culture, YouTubers, or our narratives in general--shy away from sincere apologies. They are filled with excuses, ultimately victimizing the person who is apologizing, and showing that it wasn't really their fault in the end.

And that's where the problem lies: apologies are all about admitting and recognizing fault--and that can be hard to do.

So, when I give an apology and I feel like I want to add something, I always ask myself, "How does that change the fact that it happened?"

*My intentions were good! OK, how does that change the effect?
*But I was right! Was that important at the time?
*But I don't want to! OK, but why is the apology about you?

What makes an apology hard is that it forces us to be naked in front of others, and to strip away our own egos. Not only that, but a lot of people feel like the longer it takes to apologize, the more awkward it becomes.

Well, to that I say: what's wrong with feeling awkward?

Is it uncomfortable? Yes, but so is all growth.

So, what has this been leading up to? Well, a couple of weeks ago I gave some feedback on an experience I'd just had. No one told me that it was taken badly, and no one reached out to talk to me about it--I had to infer that from what was not said in conversations. And what I inferred was that my words hurt.

A lot.

And when people are hurt, it's important to make amends.

*My intentions were good! OK, how does that change the effect?
*But I was right! Was that important at the time?
*And I want to! OK, then do it!

I am sorry that my words hurt. I am sorry that my words caused pain. I understand that my delivery could have been better.

Notice that I'm not adding any, "buts". I want to--I have several that, in my head, make me sound better. But they don't change anything, so I'm not going to add them (except for one that I'm putting at the bottom).

One last thing, though: if you have a problem with something that someone has said: ask them about it. Most people have good intentions--mine are to help people to grow. Most people are also willing to talk. Once again, it's awkward, but moving through those feelings can help us find growth.

This has been another Adventure in the Austentatious. If you liked it, tell your friends; if you hated it, tell your enemies; and if you don't care either way, then tell everybody. Stay safe, be amazing...

And happy quarantine.



Alright, that addition that I mentioned: the Sandwich Method of criticism. The basic idea is to combat the affective filter by sandwiching the area of growth between two pieces of sincere affirmation. Its proponents say that it makes receiving feedback easier.

And it does.

The problem--based on the [admittedly few, yet strangely consistent] studies and articles from the last ten years--is that it doesn't lead to improvement.

Two things happen: either a) people hear the affirmation and it sounds insincere since it's just there sandwich the criticism (which is then tuned out). Or b) Because of those affirmations, the criticism doesn't sound so bad, and thus isn't acted on.

It's that simple: easier to hear, easier to ignore.

Al that being said, the one study that I found which had several set feedback patterns did find that a mix of affirmation and criticism led to better results. Specifically: start with the growth area, and then give the sincere affirmation. That way, affirmation doesn't take on an veneer of cover, and the important feedback isn't watered down.

Friday, April 17, 2020

Episode 11: A New Way Forward

Happy FRIDAY!!!!

I'm getting into the groove of things--I'm simultaneously less tired and more tired than last week.

Say what, now?

Well, last week's tired was the overworked kind of tired--I'd been running myself ragged and hadn't taken a break. On top of that, my weight was going down. For most of the world, that's a good thing. For me, it's bad. But, I've upped my calories (going to the grocery store soon--part of me wanted to say that I was going to, "brave the store," but if words change brain chemistry, do I really want to make myself afraid of buying food?), taken some time to chill, and am now feeling much better.

However, that does mean that I skirted my responsibilities yesterday: I didn't write my thank-you notes. Shocking, I know--this task that comes so naturally to us all. However, I'm going to do them a little bit differently this year. See, normally I'd either give them to people in person, or send them off. However, with the Quarantine (eventually that capital Q will catch on) I will probably not either a) see any of my family soon, or b) want to risk sending them a card, traveling through who knows how many places in numerous hands. Instead, I'm making them--with a hand-written one following in a couple of weeks!

But, before I do, a little caveat. See, yesterday at Toastmasters one of the speeches was about giving thanks. All critique aside, the main idea was that thanks are best given and most effective when tied to a specific action. After all, many Americans just say, "thanks" without almost realizing it--the word has no meaning any more. So, instead, I'm going to give mine that personal edge.

And, since I'm a teacher, I'm tempted to create a sentence scaffold.

1) To my students (who, frankly, don't read this and so won't ever see this): Thank you so much for singing me happy birthday. Yes, you were all off key and out of sync, but that made it all the more authentic. I'd take that song over 1,000 perfect concerts, and it made me tear up and--frankly--was one of the highlights for the day.

2) To my family: Thank you for joining the Zoom call. I know that it's a little awkward and imperfect--heck, only one person can speak, and you have to listen to them--but the effort of showing up was more than enough for me.

3) To my sister & brother-in-law (it's been six months since the wedding, I'm still getting used to it): Thank you for the card and gift cards. I do realize that someone had already purchased me the game that you were hoping to get me, but the money won't go to waste.

4) To my dad and step-mom: Thank you for all of the offers of support and the (soon-to-arrive) gifts. It feels good to know that I have a safety net if everything were to fail, and I will put them to good use.

5) To my mother: Thank you for the idea of the Zoom call, as well as the gifts. The jelly bean starburst were (note the past tense) delicious, the TP has been stored somewhere safe, I still haven't gotten anything from Amazon, but the memories of the call will last me a lifetime. Thank you for helping make my birthday special.

6) To my grandparents: Eventually I will take a course on how to drive better, and I will appreciate your support in that endeavor. Thank you for joining me in Zoom for my birthday, and for bringing your authentic selves.

7) To my friends: Thank you all who came to the Zoom call--or whose face I got to see. It was really nice to have you join us--even if joining what turned out to mostly be a family call could get a little awkward at times.

8) To all of my well wishers: Thank you for taking the time to wish me a happy birthday. Even if it's only a habit on Facebook, at least it's a few seconds that you didn't have to spend.

And thank you everyone who has read this.

I'm going to finish up by saying this: yes, on its face the birthday was different than the rest. Not being able to see anyone definitely put a strange twist on things...but just on the surface level. The substance--people coming together to celebrate, helping me to feel special just for a day--stayed the same, and that's all that I really could have asked for.

This has been another Adventure of the Austentatious. If you liked it, tell your friends; if you hated it, tell your enemies; and if you don't care either way then tell everyone! Stay safe, be amazing...

And happy quarantine.

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Episode 10: The Day of Terrible Peril

Hello all!

Happy Wednesday, it's my birthday, so I'll start with the new birthday song I made up.

Happy, happy birthday,
Another year to thrive
And so we'll stay
Far away
To help you to survive!

Oh, and it's also:

National That-Sucks Day!

Which, let me tell you, is an interesting to discover about your birthday. This should be a day of celebration, right? I mean, yeah, it's Tax Day in the USA (well...normally...) but that doesn't mean things are that bad, right? Right?

Oh...right...
Thing is, my birthday has long been overshadowed by tragic events--both before and after my birth. Think the burning of Notre Dame was an isolated incident? Try (and thank you, Wikipedia, for most of these):

2014: The Chibok schoolgirls get kidnapped on the night of April 14-15.
Also 2014: The worst massacre in the South Sudanese Civil War.
2013: The Boston Marathon bombing.

And those are just the things that happened in my lifetime! (Thankfully, April 15 decided to not-suck as much until I was almost out of college.)

Go back in history and we have:
1912: The sinking of the Titanic (the hit occurred late the night before, but it's generally agreed that most of the deaths happened on the 15th)
1865: Abaham Lincoln dies.

Heck, it was April 15th in 1955 when the first McDonalds opened. Let me tell you, I don't consider the creation of fast food to be a pinnacle of human achievement. I even share a birthday with Kim Il-sung (died in '94), mass murderer and Supreme Leader of North Korea.

Oddly enough, my due date was 04/20, the birthday of Hitler, so I guess I was destined for a mass-murderer connection regardless.

So, where does that leave me?

Well, I can either complain, or live with it; and I choose the latter. After all, Leonardo Da Vinci was born on April 15th (one of the few people I consider a personal hero), apparently Insulin became widely available in 1922, and some of the happiest moments of my life have happened on April 15th.

At the end of the day (and there are still 13 more hours to go) life will move on, just like it always does. And, really, in our current hour that's the best that can ever be hoped for. We live in an uncertain time--what's going to happen next?--where it seems as though terrible things are happening every day. But they've always been doing that--it's part of life, I'd argue--which leaves you, dear reader, with a choice: are you going to complain about it, or are you going to live with it? I've made my choice, what's yours?

This has been another Adventure in the Austentatious. If you liked it, tell your friends; if you hated it, tell your enemies; and if you don't care either way, then tell everybody! Stay safe, be amazing...

And happy Quarantine!

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Episode 9: The Language Continuum Conundrum



Hey all, happy Tuesday!

I've started doing some tech help, so yesterday got away from me. And, yes, I do feel the need to say this: it's not just you.

Many people are, "bad at technology." And, due to the way the brain works, every time you say those words, you get worse at technology.

Yay, lazy brains!

Anyway, as some of you may know, I put together a weekly trivia quiz for my kids every week. I also put together a weekly news quiz, but that's a different story.

This past week, the topics were D&D Demons and Swedish--and I absolutely love languages.

Don't get me wrong--they're really hard to learn. My GPA would've been much higher in school if I'd only taken the minimum language requirement. But I've fallen in love with learning about them.

First question, though: what's a language?

It seems an easy enough thing to answer:

"A language is a dialect with an army and navy." (Max Weinreich) I'll be honest, while Weireich was Yiddish this feels distinctly French to me.

"A language is a set of rules and vocabulary accepted by the majority." (Me)

"I don't know, sir--now, would you please just tell me if it's a tall or a grande?" (imaginary person since I'm stuck inside with Quarantine)

Most people will give examples: English (American, British, or other?), Spanish (Latin American or Spain? Which country/ region?), French (Canadian, up-tight-tity France, or other?), etc. No matter which language you say, there are a plethora of different standard varieties. 

So, what does this have to do with Swedish?

A bit of backstory (or sub-proof, if you will): Latin. It is commonly accepted that all Romance languages descend--to some extent--from Latin. In fact, back in the time of the Western Roman Empire it was spoken from Hadrians wall in England to Carthage in Tunisia...

At least, nominally it was. 

Educated people from the far corners of the empire could probably speak the same Classical Latin, and communicate with that. But put two farmers into the same room--with only their local Vulgar Latin to help them--and you'd here two very different languages.

Classical Latin had an army and (not very well) a navy--some of the Vulgar varieties got them later.

It all comes down to what's known as the language continuum. The version of the language spoken in your local area will be unique, but it will be pretty similar to the next settlement over. Their variety will be pretty similar to both your village and the next one on the other side, etc. etc. etc. until we've crossed Europe and the Mediterranean and reached the shores of Africa and--while I can map out how the language has shifted--this doesn't sound the same as when I started.

Sub-proof done, back to Swedish.

Like most modern languages, Swedish has a standard variety. It's distinct enough from Norwegian and Danish that it's classified as its own language, even though they're mutually comprehensible (i.e. speakers of one can understand the other)--for the most part.

But here's the funny thing: take two border villages, one on either side. Sample the way that they talk. You'll find--at least for the natives--that they sound more alike than recordings of the same language on the other side of the country.

Not always, but often enough for it to be a pattern.

This fact has lead some linguists to argue (because, yes, every discipline argues--don't even get me started about Reverse Polish Notation) that, in that part of the world, there is really one language: Scandinavian. It forms a continuum from Iceland to the Finnish border (so many jokes there), where it slowly transforms from one to the other, with local dialects almost more similar to each other than to the standard.

Which brings me back to the starting question: what is a language? Professor Weinreich quipped about a language needing an army and navy*--I'd argue that it needs a certain amount of nationalism as well.

This has been another Adventure in the Austentatious. If you liked it, tell your friends; if you hated it, tell your enemies; and if you don't care either way, then tell everyone. Stay safe, be amazing...

And happy Quarantine. 
An optio sit semper defectum; deditionem non est.


*Once again, look into the history of the French language (one of the few European languages still trying to stamp out local dialects)

Friday, April 10, 2020

Episode 8: On the Nature of Feedback

"So visitors," she asked, "let's hear what you thought of the meeting and give us some feedback."

Oh four letter word, I thought. Well, she did ask for it.

I visited my mom's Toastmasters group today. We started at 6:35, so I made sure to wake up early to go for a walk and get breakfast going beforehand. Was it easy? No, and I was still a few minutes late--but at least I was prepared.

Until the point she said that.

Now, I give very blunt feedback. I like to start off every critique to someone new by saying that. It's not that I'm trying to be mean or that I don't believe in the possibility of the work--I just want my words clear, concise, and unable to be misinterpreted.

But, as I was the last visitor, I had a few minutes to think. After all, there are a multitude of different kinds of feedback: knowing which type is wanted is important. That's why I like to ask my kids what combination they'd like; do they want affirmation, grammar, and/ or content? (Ah, the joys of not having to give a grade).

A mismatch of expectations with reality can lead to terrible results. And, from what I'd seen in the meeting, they were looking for things to make them feel better (AFFIRMATION!).

I hadn't heard a lot about how to improve.

Take me for example. I'd given a forty-ish second speech that had dipped into the negative end of the spectrum (fault 1) and had repeated itself at the end (fault 2). And what did my evaluator say? That I did well, and there wasn't any constructive feedback since I'd done everything well.

Feedback doesn't just have to be the things done poorly--it can also be the things that are missed.

A moment of silence caught my ear. The first person was done talking (I'd been listening! They'd talked about how he'd enjoyed the meeting and how cool it was to see everyone perceiver with the technology that they were unfamiliar with [a good point].) They were thanked for their feedback, and attention went to person number two.

My heart beat faster.

He talked about the things he'd enjoyed. Looking at everyone, they seemed to be responding positively--either that or they were bored. It's hard to tell on a screen sometimes--as we say in theater: one person doing jazz hands is dumb, but thirty doing it at the same are amazing!

But I was procrastinating: what kind of feedback should I give? I could follow their lead and focus on the positives--heck, I could even add a nitpick critique since that seemed OK. But would that be honest? ARGH! Should I give the feedback they were expecting or the feedback that they asked for?

Well, I thought, change in tactics: what would I be more proud of saying to my kids?
A) That I'd stood by my convictions and told the truth.
B) I'd utter a platitude and let my future actions say what I'd been too afraid to put words to. After all, I was already pretty certain that I wasn't coming back next week.

Laid out like that, it really wasn't a dilemma, was it? After all, the worst that could happen is that they'd ignore my advice.

Oh naïvety, how you do believe the best of everyone.

The second person wrapped up his comments--ending with how he'd be back next week. She thanked him.

And all attention turned to me. My heart thudded in my ears, nervous energy flowing through my knees and elbows (does it do that for anyone else?).

Well, it's always best to lead by example. Besides, I could start with a positive--that should help.

"And what about you, Austin?" Her voice was full, contrasting to her internet connection. "What feedback do you have for us?"

This was the moment, and she'd asked for it again. As I tell my children, "ask and you shall receive--just don't complain if it's not what you were expecting."

"Overall," I began, keeping my voice neutral, "I liked the array of speakers. We had a variety of topics and a plethora of levels (a nice thing about writing this later is that I can make myself sound a whole lot better), and it was really cool to see and hear them all interact." Here was the moment--I'd said the nice bit of fluff. I could stop here and move on with the rest of my life.

But she'd asked for it, and if someone is going to express what they want, I'll work hard to give it to them.

"But," my voice hardened slightly with the force of my conviction. At the last second, my brain made a u-turn: don't make this all about them. Use the 'I' statements to reflect where you're coming from. "I'm a person with a lot of energy," they smiled and laughed, "and I just didn't see that here. With that in mind, I don't know if this is the right group for me and," I decided to give myself a slight out, since the meeting had gone on so long that it was eating into the scheduled stuff that I needed to do, "depending on my scheduling, I don't know that I'll be here next week."

That last part was true--I haven't had a shower or taken a break yet because I've been working on catching up. On top of all of that, not only had the meeting started and ended later than the one I join with my dad (my base point), but--to be honest--it'd just given me the impression of the color beige. I go to these places to improve by hearing good speeches and the feedback about them and myself (and, let me tell you, being told that a speech you've worked hard on ALL WEEK is, "just fluff" is really hard to hear, but makes a whole lot of difference).

This is the point, dear reader of one (now that I actually have someone reading) where I'd love to say that I was thanked for my feedback, and we moved on. After all, the process of critique takes two people: the one to give and the one to receive. I will freely admit that I am not always the best receiver--I have a tendency to speak through my processing, which can be a little jarring. It is a habit that I am improving on, guiding my thinking towards a followup question on a part I'm unsure about, rather than a blanket denial.

What I will say is that I received a polite--if slightly terse--thank you, and a slightly jovial comment that--if she was as energetic as I was, then she'd be exhausted by the time the meeting ended.

Examine my feedback, if you will. I never said that I expected everyone to have my level of enthusiasm--to be frank, that would not only be unfair, but would cause more problems. I just said that I'd like a little bit more oomph in my experience--and that I recognize I'm not going to find it in this club as is.

To state my own opinions and views of this group: were the speeches polished? Yes! But polish something too much, and you'll eventually wipe away all of the substance behind it. Was the meeting polished? Yes! But it was also incredibly bland. I need a group that's more willing to accept risk and be more direct with their feedback--both giving and receiving. In this sense, my critique group (and my dad's group) has ruined me.

So, my feedback failed. I didn't deliver it in a way that they were willing to accept. I take full responsibility for that fact, because my delivery is the only thing that I can control. But as I keep saying, "failure is always an option, surrender isn't."

I learned that there are more ways of feedback that I need to master before I can become proficient, but I also reinforced that it's important to say these things even if they're uncomfortable. By responding she showed me that she heard some part of what I said, and often that can make all the difference.

This has been another Adventure in the Austentatious. If you liked it, tell your friends; if you hated it, tell your enemies; and if you don't care either way then tell everyone. Stay safe, be amazing--

And happy quarantine.


Update #1) 

After talking to my roommate, two things have come to light: one, that I was giving the woman a whole lot of grace; and two, that I was pulling my punches.

I'll admit that I wrote this piece twice, because I didn't think the group could handle the first one. But, after talking with her, I'll add this at the bottom: my actual blunt feedback. If you're a part of the group, read only if you want my honest critique.

There was no constructive feedback in the meeting.

There, I said it.

No one is ever going to grow by being a part of that group. Take the first speaker, for example. Yes, she had an interesting idea (using a jump as a metaphor for rising up) and her ending message was inspiring, along the lines of, "only together can we get through this."

What a nice bit of fluff--I shall call Hallmark.

My biggest problem--structurally--came at the start: her opening message with the jump was that other people will try to pull you back.

Let me reiterate: her ending message--the moral that we were supposed to take away--was that we can only get through this together, and she started by saying that other people will try to pull you back. Now tell me, good reader: how on earth are those things even remotely supportive of each other?

And did her evaluator mention this? No! He was too busy telling her how amazing her speech was to even mention the glaring flaw in the logic.

Now, how is she supposed to get better if she's told that she's already incredible? I'll tell you how: with flying pigs.

And it just went on from there: they focused exclusively on the positives. The evaluators said nice things--in fact, the general evaluator and other general positions said something nice about everyone.

And how do I read this?

Well, let's get back to the woman who asked me, "what do you think of the meeting?" I gave her my honest point of view, just in different words--a lot of them have no energy or drive. And how did she respond? "Well, if I had your energy, going this way and that, I'd be absolutely exhausted by the end of the meeting."

Well, that's fine for you; I didn't ask you to come up to my energy--I didn't even say that you needed to increase energy at all. Once again, all that I implied is that if they wanted me to come back more often, then they needed to do more than just go through the motions.

More importantly, it shows a flawed way of accepting feedback. The truly right way is to say thank you, and then say nothing, unless it is a question--but then you'd better accept the answer. The less right way--my way--is to still say something, but make it a constructive conversation. Not exactly classy, but it works. The wrong way--the way that literally trains your brain to reject all criticism--is to say something to absolutely reject it. And the fact that it was the president of the chapter who said it--the one that everyone looks to as a role model--shows to me that they're not interested in accepting honest feedback.

They're just there to feel better about themselves.

I'm not interested in a place that's actively against helping me improve. If you want this to be your social thing, then fine: have at it. Just be honest and upfront about it--and, for all that is decent, don't  then claim to be the best.

The best are willing to fail and make mistakes--in fact, they actively seek out the opportunities to do so. After all, if we only ever do the things we're already good at, then we'll never get good at anything else. As I like to say, "Failure is always an option; surrender isn't!" Or, if you feel fancy and want it in Latin: An optio sit semper defectum; deditionem venit!

I should also mention that I just can't seem to bring the heat for this one. After all, if they're not going to listen, then why bother putting my energy into it?