The Return of The CrossoverShow Podcast!

crossover showThat’s right, my friends, The Crossover Show Pod­cast is mak­ing its tri­umphant return on May 1st!

My intre­pid co-host and best buddy, Happy Medic, and I are return­ing to the air­waves. After tak­ing damn near a year off, we have com­pletely re-tooled the format.

So…what’s dif­fer­ent?

We’ve returned to our orig­i­nal media of straight-up audio. Although we both immensely enjoyed the Google Hang­out expe­ri­ence, we decided that an actual for­mat and some, what’s it called…forethought?, may be a nice addition.

Con­se­quently, we spent some actual time hav­ing a pint com­ing up with a coher­ent show that will deliver you some excel­lent content. 

Work Smarter, Not Harder

work smarterAt the end of the train­ing week this past week, one of the instruc­tors made a state­ment rem­i­nis­cent of an axiom I’ve long held to be one of the most impor­tant foun­da­tional beliefs in my life:

Work smarter…not harder.

Now, he didn’t say those exact words, but the mean­ing was the same. He was talk­ing about atti­tudes and per­son­al­i­ties dur­ing cit­i­zen con­tacts, be they calls for ser­vice or traf­fic stops. He implored the class to be more human, to be less robotic. Try hard not to be a “cop”.

When I put “cop” in those quo­ta­tion marks, it likely elic­its some kind of response in you. You can con­cep­tu­al­ize what a “cop” rep­re­sents. It may be pos­i­tive. It may be neg­a­tive. But, I think we can all agree that if we are to for­mu­late a stereo­type of a police offi­cer, cer­tain char­ac­ter­is­tics come to mind.

Per­haps those char­ac­ter­is­tics include:

DRE — Drug Recognition Expert

As I said in the last post, I’m in DRE train­ing for a two-week period. Once the train­ing is com­plete and the cer­ti­fi­ca­tion days come and go, I’ll be offi­cially rec­og­nized as a DRE.

What that means is, basi­cally, more work for me. It’s cool, though…another feather in the cap and another line on the CV is a good thing.  Plus, tak­ing drunks and dop­ers off the street and out from behind the wheel  makes it more likely I won’t get called out to another fatal crash.

At least that’s my thinking.

I posted the video below on the FB page yes­ter­day, but it’s pretty funny, so I thought I’d throw it here as well.

I just fin­ished up edit­ing the sec­ond episode of the upcom­ing reboot of #The­Crossover­Show pod­cast and we actu­ally bring up DRE.  I’m pretty sure when DRE is the sub­ject of a whole episode, HM and I will get into it about how he thinks cops tak­ing blood pres­sure is stu­pid and how I dis­agree and it’s impor­tant infor­ma­tion given the total­ity of the cir­cum­stances of a case.

It’ll be epic. Plus, you know we’ll have a beer or two on board, so the irony isn’t lost on either of us.

Blast from the Past

This week (and next) finds me in DRE (Drug Recog­ni­tion Expert) train­ing. The train­ing runs from 8 to 5, but, depend­ing on traf­fic, the com­mute can be any­where from 60 to 90 min­utes each way.

Why am I telling you this?

Because I’m totally going to mine the archives for some posts you have likely never read.

Since my mind is full of whether or not CNS Depres­sants cause Hor­i­zon­tal Gaze Nys­tag­mus (they do) and whether or not Nar­cotic Anal­gesics dilate or con­strict the pupils (they con­strict), you get the ben­e­fit of read­ing a blast from the past.

Today’s blast, from May of 2011, was one of my more enter­tain­ing stops…if you con­sider rage and bor­der­line insan­ity entertaining.

Which I’m pretty sure you do.

So, enjoy If Bad Par­ent­ing Were Ille­gal, I’d Have Taken This Woman To Prison.

Cyber-Bullying, Sexting, and the TXT Generation

Tech­nol­ogy scares the shit out of me.

I under­stand the irony of that state­ment given the fact that you’re read­ing this on some form of the afore­men­tioned tech­nol­ogy. You may be read­ing this on your tablet, smart phone, or inter-cranial holo­gram pro­jec­tor (I’m try­ing to stay rel­e­vant for future generations).

So, why the trep­i­da­tion, MC?”

Glad you asked.

My buddy Thad­deus Setla (@setla) is a gifted film-maker, video­g­ra­pher, edi­tor, and direc­tor. He recently hit me up to tell me about his upcom­ing short film project, the TXT Gen­er­a­tion. The film is about cyber-bullying, sex­ting, and fam­ily dynam­ics. It sur­rounds a father forced into his worst night­mare after his 11-year-old daugh­ter is sub­jected to the unthink­able and he must con­front the boy who has just changed her innocence.

For those of you unaware, all three MClets are Y-chromosome defi­cient. (That means they’re girls for you beat cops.) After talk­ing to Ted about this project, I hit up the project FB page and their Seed&Spark page (wherein you can help sup­port the project). This is the video I saw:

What Makes a Hero?

On April 2nd, 2015, I attended my 24th police offi­cer funeral.

Offi­cer Michael John­son of the San Jose Police Depart­ment made the ulti­mate sac­ri­fice on March 24th, 2015.Hero

Dur­ing the ser­vice, Johnson’s friend and Acad­emy mate, Dave Solis, said words that will stick with me for quite some time:

Choose to live dif­fer­ently. Don’t wait for your funeral to be a hero. You can honor Mike that way.

Often when it comes to police funer­als, the departed are (right­fully so) her­alded as heroes. While that is a won­der­ful and appro­pri­ate sen­ti­ment, and in con­junc­tion with what Dave Solis said, it got me wondering…do we have to die to be heroes in the pub­lic eye? In the eyes of our brothers? In our own eyes?

Influence: Are You Giving or Getting?


Jim Rohn

There is a famous Jim Rohn quote that I’ve taken to heart over the last 18 months or so:

You are the aver­age of the five peo­ple you spend the most time with.

When I first heard the quote, it res­onated with me. By the time I’d heard it for the twen­ti­eth, I fig­ured per­haps God has knock­ing on my head with some tenacity.

That was when I culled my Face­book friends.

I didn’t care if we’d known one another since ele­men­tary school, if we work(ed) together, or if we were fam­ily. If all you posted was neg­a­tive updates or, God help you, anti-police rhetoric, I cut the cord with a sense of urgency and pride.

It was amaz­ing what hap­pened in my life.

I started being less of an asshole.