Blow the cobwebs off of this thing and see where my brain might lead us. There's no guarantee it won't be a bummer...
Well, here we are again on February 14, and there is a distinct sense of isolation in the air. By all rights, I shouldn't be alone this time around. I worked at a relationship, honestly and sincerely. But what was always going to be a bit of an uphill struggle was made precipitously more difficult by not really being able to trust the guide I was following. When you have no faith in the directions you're supposed to be using, you lack the faith in yourself to change course. Even the attempts you make to navigate by instinct are compromised by uncertainty and self doubt.
I find this to be a common theme in all of the romantic failings of my past. Sometimes I was too stubborn to follow the charted course, and sometimes I was just unlucky to have picked the wrong route. There is evidence to argue I was to blame for every one of those relationships not working out, and there is also enough to argue the opposite. The fact that I can admit that has taken a lot of soul searching through the years. The fact I have had to do it without the barest minimum of feedback is nothing short of amazing. Or outrageous if you like.
Still, you'd think I would've at least accidentally stumbled onto the right path at least once. I can't possibly be so stupid to always get lost on the lonely highway of love. Or am I?
Maybe the reason no one can or will help is that no one really knows what path I need or want to be headed down. Maybe I have not stated the reasons and rationale for aiming for a specific destination.
But perhaps dreaming of places you'd like to go is better suited to the young. Maybe I'm to the point where I should be happy letting the current take me wherever it goes, even if it to nowhere.
I'd like to think not, but there isn't anything on the horizon giving much hope.
Selah
2/14/2011
2/12/2010
Tumble Dry Low
Things that I've been mulling over lately...
I just finished reading a book I found on the discount table at Borders, called "Our Magnificent Bastard Language" by John McWhorter. It's a pretty interesting look at how the English language was evolved into what it is today from its' various origins in Norse, Old German and Celtic with some Old French thrown in. McWhorter puts an entertaining twist on what to most people would be a pretty dry and scholarly topic. It's actually pretty casual reading--less than 200 pages broken into 5 chapters. If words mean anything to you, this is a good book to read.
I just finished reading a book I found on the discount table at Borders, called "Our Magnificent Bastard Language" by John McWhorter. It's a pretty interesting look at how the English language was evolved into what it is today from its' various origins in Norse, Old German and Celtic with some Old French thrown in. McWhorter puts an entertaining twist on what to most people would be a pretty dry and scholarly topic. It's actually pretty casual reading--less than 200 pages broken into 5 chapters. If words mean anything to you, this is a good book to read.
And now... on the the Olympics!! Not literally of course though that wouldn't be a bad trip to make. For some reason I've always been partial to the Winter version, maybe because I like hockey and skiing, even though I can't do either.
As I watch the Russians and the Czechs pound each other into Iron Curtain submission, I realized I don't think the fall of Communism was a good thing for Olympic hockey. Back in those bad old days, we only ever saw these guys every 4 years, so we basically had to take the word of the commentators how good they were. Now all the best players are in the NHL, and we see them all the time. So it's not nearly as interesting from a curiosity standpoint.
And I've actually discovered I don't completely hate all these newer X Games type sports. The Ski Cross is pretty cool and I even watched all of the womens aerials qualifying without any ironic thought.
On a more local theme, one thing I've been thinking about is the proliferation of these guys who are always standing around with these signs saying they are homeless. Except the fact they are all fairly well dressed, they have backpacks, and even though the faces change, the signs are the same one, written in the same style. Makes me think there is something more to it than meets the eye.
And why are there still cars parked on the streets that haven't been dug out of the snow?
OK, that's enough for now...
Selah
12/02/2009
I Hope they Serve Gin and Tonics in Hell
Fear and Loathing in Tallahassee...Mr Bowden has cashed his check...exit stage left to my unlikely hero...
I’m not going to even pretend to have any kind of “objectivity” or respectful detachment from this one. It’s all personal and it’s not going to be without a sense of the finality of my misspent youth.
Bobby Bowden announced he would retire as coach at Florida State after 34 years on the job. And while the general tone might sound as if I’m happy, I can’t really allow myself to be thrilled at the end of one mans livelihood in a way that neither he or anyone else quite imagined it would come down.
First, let’s go back to October 5th , and see what I had to say in response to the news story about the chairman of the FSU Board of Trustees saying that Bowden should call it a career at the end of the season–the majority of the other responses were generally negative towards this development, hence my statement about dissent:
oh goody, I get to do what I do best--the voice of dissent.
I've been a Florida State fan for 30 years, and I know how many people admire and love Bowden. But let's face some cold harsh realities.
While he took Florida State from nothing to one of the top 20 programs in America, he is doing nothing good for the school by lingering around solely for the purpose of trying to be the winningest coach of all time. Nothing is going to erase what he has done, nothing is going to take away from all the great wins.
But somebody has to ask the question to him, and expect a straight answer--is his motivation the record, or does he really believe he is acting in the best interest of the school, his players, his coaches, and the fans?
He is paralyzing the program by not coming clean about his intentions, and he is hurting everything that is rightfully his--the reputation of Florida State's football program--by not seeing that by lingering around, just like his idol The Bear did, he is diminishing his accomplishments. It took Alabama years to recover from the post-Bear hangover, and I'm afraid that FSU will suffer the same fate.
He deserves to quit on his own terms, but he owes it to his constituency to make a decision, sooner rather than later.
So, I have to look at the whole picture, and say to him the same thing Oliver Cromwell told the Long Parliament-- In the name of God, Go.
So now that we have established the particulars about my own thinking, let’s delve into the deeper issue, as far as I’m concerned.
I was a Florida State fan long before there was a bandwagon to ride. I was the bandwagon and in the 1970's, there wasn’t the mass exposure of college football that exists today. So it was hard to follow an unknown college football team that you couldn’t actually see, but you knew that it was there. Unless you actually lived in Florida, it was probably a stretch to even be able to name where Florida State University was located. But like everything else I do, I tried to get as much info as I could. And it was a great time to get in on the ground floor of something exciting like a crappy college football team that was turning the corner and beating people they had no business beating. Nebraska, Notre Dame, Pitt, Ohio State, LSU. In a 3 year period, Florida State beat all of them at least once. And they did it by slinging the ball all over the field, reverses, trick plays, the whole shooting match. Bowden never let the consequences bother him, he just kept on throwing the ball.
As the 80's inched along, the Seminoles got better every year. They could never seem to get past Miami, but the rest of the ride was pretty interesting.
But as time went on, Bowden got more cautious. He started to play the percentages more, started to reign in the offense in order to get results rather than entertain. All of which I had no problem with. As long as the score was right at the end of the game, I was all for it.
I don’t want boring, stodgy football. I want action and scoring and winning. And I don’t want excuses as to why I’m not getting it.
There have been many days I sort of felt like Cubs fans do (at least I’m pretty sure they must feel this way) when they wonder “why bother? Why have optimism when there is only going to be a disappointment at the end?” The many times I swore that I was going to give up on them were soon just a memory of instantaneous insanity in the wake of a defeat. I persevered and suffered, because that’s what you do if you love something enough. It’s a bit dysfunctional at times, but it gets you through the day. I never once believed that I was going to be a naysayer, a squeaky wheel to demand change for the sake of change.
But I eventually became that person, as evidenced by the above passage. What that says about me I have no idea. If I can’t stand up for the right of self-determination, what other principle am I going to abandon in the future?
I feel sad for Bobby, because he was sort of like another grandfather to me. You knew he was a bit campy and you might not agree with everything he said, but you loved him just because he was there and indirectly shaped your life in ways that you might not have imagined. But sometimes you had to wonder why he had that look on his face like “what the heck am I doing? I don’t need this”.
You don’t just lose your touch all at once, it just slips away gradually. And I don’t think Bobby ever quite realized that his touch was leaving him as much as it actually did. It has nothing to do with his age or his values, it just sort of happens to everyone.
I don’t think I’m prepared to blabber on in a sentimental way about him, because he’s not dead. I don’t have a sense of loss, but I feel like part of my life has ended in a way I wished had been different.
I’m not going to even pretend to have any kind of “objectivity” or respectful detachment from this one. It’s all personal and it’s not going to be without a sense of the finality of my misspent youth.
Bobby Bowden announced he would retire as coach at Florida State after 34 years on the job. And while the general tone might sound as if I’m happy, I can’t really allow myself to be thrilled at the end of one mans livelihood in a way that neither he or anyone else quite imagined it would come down.
First, let’s go back to October 5th , and see what I had to say in response to the news story about the chairman of the FSU Board of Trustees saying that Bowden should call it a career at the end of the season–the majority of the other responses were generally negative towards this development, hence my statement about dissent:
oh goody, I get to do what I do best--the voice of dissent.
I've been a Florida State fan for 30 years, and I know how many people admire and love Bowden. But let's face some cold harsh realities.
While he took Florida State from nothing to one of the top 20 programs in America, he is doing nothing good for the school by lingering around solely for the purpose of trying to be the winningest coach of all time. Nothing is going to erase what he has done, nothing is going to take away from all the great wins.
But somebody has to ask the question to him, and expect a straight answer--is his motivation the record, or does he really believe he is acting in the best interest of the school, his players, his coaches, and the fans?
He is paralyzing the program by not coming clean about his intentions, and he is hurting everything that is rightfully his--the reputation of Florida State's football program--by not seeing that by lingering around, just like his idol The Bear did, he is diminishing his accomplishments. It took Alabama years to recover from the post-Bear hangover, and I'm afraid that FSU will suffer the same fate.
He deserves to quit on his own terms, but he owes it to his constituency to make a decision, sooner rather than later.
So, I have to look at the whole picture, and say to him the same thing Oliver Cromwell told the Long Parliament-- In the name of God, Go.
So now that we have established the particulars about my own thinking, let’s delve into the deeper issue, as far as I’m concerned.
I was a Florida State fan long before there was a bandwagon to ride. I was the bandwagon and in the 1970's, there wasn’t the mass exposure of college football that exists today. So it was hard to follow an unknown college football team that you couldn’t actually see, but you knew that it was there. Unless you actually lived in Florida, it was probably a stretch to even be able to name where Florida State University was located. But like everything else I do, I tried to get as much info as I could. And it was a great time to get in on the ground floor of something exciting like a crappy college football team that was turning the corner and beating people they had no business beating. Nebraska, Notre Dame, Pitt, Ohio State, LSU. In a 3 year period, Florida State beat all of them at least once. And they did it by slinging the ball all over the field, reverses, trick plays, the whole shooting match. Bowden never let the consequences bother him, he just kept on throwing the ball.
As the 80's inched along, the Seminoles got better every year. They could never seem to get past Miami, but the rest of the ride was pretty interesting.
But as time went on, Bowden got more cautious. He started to play the percentages more, started to reign in the offense in order to get results rather than entertain. All of which I had no problem with. As long as the score was right at the end of the game, I was all for it.
I don’t want boring, stodgy football. I want action and scoring and winning. And I don’t want excuses as to why I’m not getting it.
There have been many days I sort of felt like Cubs fans do (at least I’m pretty sure they must feel this way) when they wonder “why bother? Why have optimism when there is only going to be a disappointment at the end?” The many times I swore that I was going to give up on them were soon just a memory of instantaneous insanity in the wake of a defeat. I persevered and suffered, because that’s what you do if you love something enough. It’s a bit dysfunctional at times, but it gets you through the day. I never once believed that I was going to be a naysayer, a squeaky wheel to demand change for the sake of change.
But I eventually became that person, as evidenced by the above passage. What that says about me I have no idea. If I can’t stand up for the right of self-determination, what other principle am I going to abandon in the future?
I feel sad for Bobby, because he was sort of like another grandfather to me. You knew he was a bit campy and you might not agree with everything he said, but you loved him just because he was there and indirectly shaped your life in ways that you might not have imagined. But sometimes you had to wonder why he had that look on his face like “what the heck am I doing? I don’t need this”.
You don’t just lose your touch all at once, it just slips away gradually. And I don’t think Bobby ever quite realized that his touch was leaving him as much as it actually did. It has nothing to do with his age or his values, it just sort of happens to everyone.
I don’t think I’m prepared to blabber on in a sentimental way about him, because he’s not dead. I don’t have a sense of loss, but I feel like part of my life has ended in a way I wished had been different.
The Road to Hell is paved with Good Intentions
I see humor in so many different circumstances that on the surface don’t have any humor in them, but 2 things this weekend seemed ripe for my amusement when the details came through the mist.
The tragic shooting of 4 police officers in Washington state doesn’t have any kind of mirth involved in it. It was a blatant act of cowardice and the reasons will probably never be very clear to anyone. But the emerging fact that the suspected killer was a former felon whose sentence was commuted has one particularly humorous sidelight. The person who did said commutation was none other than Mike Huckabee, the itinerant preacher/sideshow act/wannabe GOP Presidential candidate, who formerly was governor of Arkansas. I just can’t imagine how Huckabee is going to spin his way out of responsibility for releasing a man serving a 108 year sentence, who ends up walking into a coffee shop and gunning down 4 cops. I doubt that Karl Rove or Jesus Christ himself could help Mike out of this mess. Any hopes he had of ever kicking back in the office at 1600 Pennsylvania have completely gone out the window. The specter of Willie Horton has aborted Huckabees’ campaign before it ever had a chance of getting started (yes the use of that phrasing is intended for ironic purposes). Between Mike and Sarah Palin, the GOP has 2 undeclared/prospective candidates for 2012 with more baggage than even Southwest Airlines would allow on a flight for free. Huckabee should stay as far away from any FOP conventions for awhile, if he has any sense at all, and that’s debatable at the best of times.
Meanwhile, a man in serious need of the Lord and a good lawyer is one Eldrick T Woods, and the sooner the better in his case. Eldrick found himself in a bit of domestic rough on Thanksgiving night that he couldn’t save par from. Mrs Woods suggested he play a 7 iron, since his caddy was unavailable, but Eldrick demurred, and Mrs allegedly proceeded to penalize Eldrick with a stroke and distance penalty. On a related note, no mention was made of Mrs Woods handicap in any of the reports I’ve read.
We’d have never gotten a good laugh at Eldrick’s expense if he hadn’t decided he needed to run for a pack of smokes at 2:30 in the morning. I’d bet he wishes he’d called his neighbor Ken Griffey Jr for a lift instead.
Of course, Thanksgiving is not really a good time to face the family when a tabloid story about Eldrick working on his scoring average hits the stands the same week. And I’m sure that the holiday leftovers are not going down too well in the Woods abode now that a prominent glossy gossip mag has another unrelated report on Eldrick’s night putting with another groupie. Just putting, at night.
Now, I’m not mad if Eldrick thought he needed a few extra rounds away from home. Everyone knows chicks dig the long ball. But c’mon man. A 34 year old nightclub “hostess”? If you’re 34 and still a VIP shill at a nightclub, you need to think about your career choices. And I forgot what the other one was (actually I just don’t have the info at my fingertips) but I seem to think it was one of the millions of waitress/aspiring actress types that are everywhere these days, not just L.A.
If Eldrick doesn’t know these are not the kind of women you should be giving a free drop to, then he has less sense than I even imagined.
But the biggest and most appalling “transgression” he committed was asking all of us to “give him and his family some privacy”. Yeah right.
If he wants to shield his life from public scrutiny so that the rest of us don’t see how shallow and boring he is, fine. Mission accomplished. But I take the same view as I do with any and all celeb-utards, public people and hucksters–-Do Not Ask for Privacy today, and then earnestly ask me to purchase a product you get for free tomorrow. That is the most cynical, arrogant, and white trash attitude anyone can adopt. And I won’t subscribe to it. Anyone who does it should be tarred and feathered and dragged by their feet behind a slow moving ice cream truck.
Even his apology seemed contrived and insincere. It was almost like he was asking for forgiveness for affairs he has yet to have.
I suspect that Eldrick will be the next reality show. Some PR flack is dreaming up the pilot as we speak. He could show the world he really is just another Ozzy, except with a more interesting wardrobe. Then people would leave him alone, which is apparently what he really wants. Except for the golf. Then he wants your full attention. And your lovely, filthy money.
Res Ipsa Loquitur
The tragic shooting of 4 police officers in Washington state doesn’t have any kind of mirth involved in it. It was a blatant act of cowardice and the reasons will probably never be very clear to anyone. But the emerging fact that the suspected killer was a former felon whose sentence was commuted has one particularly humorous sidelight. The person who did said commutation was none other than Mike Huckabee, the itinerant preacher/sideshow act/wannabe GOP Presidential candidate, who formerly was governor of Arkansas. I just can’t imagine how Huckabee is going to spin his way out of responsibility for releasing a man serving a 108 year sentence, who ends up walking into a coffee shop and gunning down 4 cops. I doubt that Karl Rove or Jesus Christ himself could help Mike out of this mess. Any hopes he had of ever kicking back in the office at 1600 Pennsylvania have completely gone out the window. The specter of Willie Horton has aborted Huckabees’ campaign before it ever had a chance of getting started (yes the use of that phrasing is intended for ironic purposes). Between Mike and Sarah Palin, the GOP has 2 undeclared/prospective candidates for 2012 with more baggage than even Southwest Airlines would allow on a flight for free. Huckabee should stay as far away from any FOP conventions for awhile, if he has any sense at all, and that’s debatable at the best of times.
Meanwhile, a man in serious need of the Lord and a good lawyer is one Eldrick T Woods, and the sooner the better in his case. Eldrick found himself in a bit of domestic rough on Thanksgiving night that he couldn’t save par from. Mrs Woods suggested he play a 7 iron, since his caddy was unavailable, but Eldrick demurred, and Mrs allegedly proceeded to penalize Eldrick with a stroke and distance penalty. On a related note, no mention was made of Mrs Woods handicap in any of the reports I’ve read.
We’d have never gotten a good laugh at Eldrick’s expense if he hadn’t decided he needed to run for a pack of smokes at 2:30 in the morning. I’d bet he wishes he’d called his neighbor Ken Griffey Jr for a lift instead.
Of course, Thanksgiving is not really a good time to face the family when a tabloid story about Eldrick working on his scoring average hits the stands the same week. And I’m sure that the holiday leftovers are not going down too well in the Woods abode now that a prominent glossy gossip mag has another unrelated report on Eldrick’s night putting with another groupie. Just putting, at night.
Now, I’m not mad if Eldrick thought he needed a few extra rounds away from home. Everyone knows chicks dig the long ball. But c’mon man. A 34 year old nightclub “hostess”? If you’re 34 and still a VIP shill at a nightclub, you need to think about your career choices. And I forgot what the other one was (actually I just don’t have the info at my fingertips) but I seem to think it was one of the millions of waitress/aspiring actress types that are everywhere these days, not just L.A.
If Eldrick doesn’t know these are not the kind of women you should be giving a free drop to, then he has less sense than I even imagined.
But the biggest and most appalling “transgression” he committed was asking all of us to “give him and his family some privacy”. Yeah right.
If he wants to shield his life from public scrutiny so that the rest of us don’t see how shallow and boring he is, fine. Mission accomplished. But I take the same view as I do with any and all celeb-utards, public people and hucksters–-Do Not Ask for Privacy today, and then earnestly ask me to purchase a product you get for free tomorrow. That is the most cynical, arrogant, and white trash attitude anyone can adopt. And I won’t subscribe to it. Anyone who does it should be tarred and feathered and dragged by their feet behind a slow moving ice cream truck.
Even his apology seemed contrived and insincere. It was almost like he was asking for forgiveness for affairs he has yet to have.
I suspect that Eldrick will be the next reality show. Some PR flack is dreaming up the pilot as we speak. He could show the world he really is just another Ozzy, except with a more interesting wardrobe. Then people would leave him alone, which is apparently what he really wants. Except for the golf. Then he wants your full attention. And your lovely, filthy money.
Res Ipsa Loquitur
9/30/2009
Well, The World Needs Ditchdiggers Too
(a post from Newsvine, this particular full page ad just made me furious)
There was a full page ad in the Dayton Daily News today, which had the ominous headline "This wheelchair is my future once the U.S. Treasury stops my GM Health Care". The ad goes on to enlighten us to the plight of one Debra Turner, who has multiple sclerosis and rheumatoid arthritis. She is a 51 year old retiree who pays $3400 a month in medications (well, her insurance pays for it actually). Debra goes on to tell us that when GM emerges from bankruptcy she will lose her health benefits, as well as 50,000 other retirees. Poor Debra will be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her natural life.
I'm sure that you think I'm probably going to venture off into a frantic plea on Debra's behalf. That I'm going to say how terrible this state of affairs is and how we should be doing everything we can to make sure this woman isn't left without the chance of a full life.
And I Could do that. But it Would Be Wrong.
The fact is, Debra elicits almost no sympathy from me at all. Her travails are almost inconsequential in the big scheme of things.
Let's narrow down the source of my cold hearted indifference, and why it is a symptom of today's political and economic climate.
Debra is thoroughly unemployable, seeing as she has 2 major debilitating genetic diseases. At 51 she could've led a fully functional working life for the next 15 years or so, but the fact she cannot move her joints and has a degenerative condition means she would've been a functional vegetable anyway, health benefits or not.
The concept that the United States Treasury is forcing her off the rolls of permanently disabled is nothing more than a calculated attempt at deflecting from the real cause--the insolvancy of the corporation that employed her, General Motors. Lost on most everyone is the fact that GM steered billions of dollars in profits into the pockets of the upper management, shareholders and various sham enterprises, while they deferred payments into pension and benefits plans for their employees. When the chickens came home to roost, GM was caught with their pants down. And now Debra has to pay for their malfeasence.
I wonder if the IUE-CWA, the union which paid for this particular piece of advertising, ever considered what would've happened if we had just let GM go along their own merry way and go broke. There would have been a meltdown on the proportions of an economic Nuclear Winter. No one in their sphere would have jobs, benefits or pensions.
It's beyond the comprehension of anyone with a moderate amount of common sense to expect that you will be taken care of for the rest of your natural life with free health and dental care. The whole idea of providing health care to people who retire at age 50 after 30 years of work, and live for another 25-30 years is outside of the bounds of rational business (or societal) principles.
We've gone crazy with the idea that we should be trying to extend the lifespan of human beings to the point of taxing the medical industy to the breaking point under the current system of most economic models. There are a lot of people out there who are being kept alive for no good reason other than the fact that we can actually do it. Is that a good reason for continuing to do so?
This has nothing to do with being anti-union, anti-GM, anti-American or anti anything else. Except for the fact I'm tired of subsidizing people living beyond their evolutionary life cycle.
There was a full page ad in the Dayton Daily News today, which had the ominous headline "This wheelchair is my future once the U.S. Treasury stops my GM Health Care". The ad goes on to enlighten us to the plight of one Debra Turner, who has multiple sclerosis and rheumatoid arthritis. She is a 51 year old retiree who pays $3400 a month in medications (well, her insurance pays for it actually). Debra goes on to tell us that when GM emerges from bankruptcy she will lose her health benefits, as well as 50,000 other retirees. Poor Debra will be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her natural life.
I'm sure that you think I'm probably going to venture off into a frantic plea on Debra's behalf. That I'm going to say how terrible this state of affairs is and how we should be doing everything we can to make sure this woman isn't left without the chance of a full life.
And I Could do that. But it Would Be Wrong.
The fact is, Debra elicits almost no sympathy from me at all. Her travails are almost inconsequential in the big scheme of things.
Let's narrow down the source of my cold hearted indifference, and why it is a symptom of today's political and economic climate.
Debra is thoroughly unemployable, seeing as she has 2 major debilitating genetic diseases. At 51 she could've led a fully functional working life for the next 15 years or so, but the fact she cannot move her joints and has a degenerative condition means she would've been a functional vegetable anyway, health benefits or not.
The concept that the United States Treasury is forcing her off the rolls of permanently disabled is nothing more than a calculated attempt at deflecting from the real cause--the insolvancy of the corporation that employed her, General Motors. Lost on most everyone is the fact that GM steered billions of dollars in profits into the pockets of the upper management, shareholders and various sham enterprises, while they deferred payments into pension and benefits plans for their employees. When the chickens came home to roost, GM was caught with their pants down. And now Debra has to pay for their malfeasence.
I wonder if the IUE-CWA, the union which paid for this particular piece of advertising, ever considered what would've happened if we had just let GM go along their own merry way and go broke. There would have been a meltdown on the proportions of an economic Nuclear Winter. No one in their sphere would have jobs, benefits or pensions.
It's beyond the comprehension of anyone with a moderate amount of common sense to expect that you will be taken care of for the rest of your natural life with free health and dental care. The whole idea of providing health care to people who retire at age 50 after 30 years of work, and live for another 25-30 years is outside of the bounds of rational business (or societal) principles.
We've gone crazy with the idea that we should be trying to extend the lifespan of human beings to the point of taxing the medical industy to the breaking point under the current system of most economic models. There are a lot of people out there who are being kept alive for no good reason other than the fact that we can actually do it. Is that a good reason for continuing to do so?
This has nothing to do with being anti-union, anti-GM, anti-American or anti anything else. Except for the fact I'm tired of subsidizing people living beyond their evolutionary life cycle.
Things that make me tick--Like a Bomb!
(just a bit of ranting, combined with a recollection of my favorite moments from my days working the door at Newcoms)
I'm always thinking about this stuff, but tonight one of those little things that makes you shake your head happened and I figured I would finally get around to venting about my pet peeves. I've found that the depths of people's depravity and social ignorance has not yet discovered a limit. I used to work as a doorman at a bar and some of these examples are things I've encountered along the way, as well as things from everday life that are obnoxious and annoying.
Item 1--people who cannot talk and walk at the same time.
The example tonight was common these days--two or more people talking to each other and then stopping right in your path. And to make matters worse, people who will do so while going into or out of a doorway. They start walking, then they stop and continue the conversation, oblivious to anything around them.
Item 2--people who preface a question by saying "can I ask you a question?" or some variation thereof. I usually say something witty like--"Maybe" or "you can but I may not give you an answer." I think this is a lack of social skills. Or an inability to function as a conversant human being. it's a crutch, like when you go "uh" between words.
Item 3--people who talk too loud for the situation.
My downstairs neighbors have two volumes--not talking and "outside" voice. They never talk in a normal tone to one another. (I just used all three forms of "to" in this paragraph, all correctly I might add...which leads me to the next one)
Item 4--people who don't know how to spell
you've seen it before, the person who writes something and misspells an easy word, or uses the wrong article or spells the word like they think it should be based on the sound. This is just plain laziness in some, lack of proper instruction in others. And the thing is, it should embarrass them, but it doesn't.
Item 5--people who want to talk for others.
I used to get this alot. You're having a perfectly normal conversation with someone, and their friend thinks he'll be helpful by jumping in like some lawyer to argue on their behalf. Normally I would say something like--"I'm talking to them, Not You". or if I want to be a bit less harsh, I might say "are you their lawyer?" What usually happens is the second person ends up making more of a mess of the situation than it has to be.
Item 6--people who are helpful by telling you how "it should be".
this is a corollary to the above. I never cease to be amazed at how many people know how to run a business better than my boss. And most of them don't have a clue how things work in real life.
Item 7--people who won't take "no" for answer
again, a sub-corollary to the above. They think they will just charm their way, or bully their way into getting what they want. Let me tell you something, I can be swayed by a reasonable, factually based argument. But if my mind is made up, and you haven't produced an idea that has any relevancy to the discussion, I'm not changing my mind. Period.
Item 8--people who think they are more important than their station in life
the theme continues. I have never been impressed by anyone who drops names, tries to get me to believe something that sounds far-fetched or thinks they deserve something not on offer. This is entitlement theory, and it should be rooted out at it's source--At Home.
Item 9--people who don't have the foresight to prepare ahead of time
I don't smoke anymore, but when I did, I knew what the reasonable expectation of how many cigarettes I might smoke in the course of an evening could be, and I would weigh that against my existing allotment of cigarettes on my person. If I thought the numbers didn't add up, I'd buy another pack. Simple really. But I rarely bummed smokes off someone else. it would have to be an extreme emergency. This example could be worked around to account for many situations.
Item 10--the person who wants you to "do them a favor"
Or who wants something for nothing. I have no problem doing favors for people who I know might have a reasonble chance of doing something for me. But not everyone or just anyone. Unless you are willing to barter up front, no deal. Many people who claimed to have a degree in business never got this piece of logic into their heads when I put it to them like that.
I think 10 is enough for now. these are just the ones I see all the time, but I could probably come up with 10 more example-specific ones to really point out the dumbing down of our society.
Res Ipsa Loquitar
I'm always thinking about this stuff, but tonight one of those little things that makes you shake your head happened and I figured I would finally get around to venting about my pet peeves. I've found that the depths of people's depravity and social ignorance has not yet discovered a limit. I used to work as a doorman at a bar and some of these examples are things I've encountered along the way, as well as things from everday life that are obnoxious and annoying.
Item 1--people who cannot talk and walk at the same time.
The example tonight was common these days--two or more people talking to each other and then stopping right in your path. And to make matters worse, people who will do so while going into or out of a doorway. They start walking, then they stop and continue the conversation, oblivious to anything around them.
Item 2--people who preface a question by saying "can I ask you a question?" or some variation thereof. I usually say something witty like--"Maybe" or "you can but I may not give you an answer." I think this is a lack of social skills. Or an inability to function as a conversant human being. it's a crutch, like when you go "uh" between words.
Item 3--people who talk too loud for the situation.
My downstairs neighbors have two volumes--not talking and "outside" voice. They never talk in a normal tone to one another. (I just used all three forms of "to" in this paragraph, all correctly I might add...which leads me to the next one)
Item 4--people who don't know how to spell
you've seen it before, the person who writes something and misspells an easy word, or uses the wrong article or spells the word like they think it should be based on the sound. This is just plain laziness in some, lack of proper instruction in others. And the thing is, it should embarrass them, but it doesn't.
Item 5--people who want to talk for others.
I used to get this alot. You're having a perfectly normal conversation with someone, and their friend thinks he'll be helpful by jumping in like some lawyer to argue on their behalf. Normally I would say something like--"I'm talking to them, Not You". or if I want to be a bit less harsh, I might say "are you their lawyer?" What usually happens is the second person ends up making more of a mess of the situation than it has to be.
Item 6--people who are helpful by telling you how "it should be".
this is a corollary to the above. I never cease to be amazed at how many people know how to run a business better than my boss. And most of them don't have a clue how things work in real life.
Item 7--people who won't take "no" for answer
again, a sub-corollary to the above. They think they will just charm their way, or bully their way into getting what they want. Let me tell you something, I can be swayed by a reasonable, factually based argument. But if my mind is made up, and you haven't produced an idea that has any relevancy to the discussion, I'm not changing my mind. Period.
Item 8--people who think they are more important than their station in life
the theme continues. I have never been impressed by anyone who drops names, tries to get me to believe something that sounds far-fetched or thinks they deserve something not on offer. This is entitlement theory, and it should be rooted out at it's source--At Home.
Item 9--people who don't have the foresight to prepare ahead of time
I don't smoke anymore, but when I did, I knew what the reasonable expectation of how many cigarettes I might smoke in the course of an evening could be, and I would weigh that against my existing allotment of cigarettes on my person. If I thought the numbers didn't add up, I'd buy another pack. Simple really. But I rarely bummed smokes off someone else. it would have to be an extreme emergency. This example could be worked around to account for many situations.
Item 10--the person who wants you to "do them a favor"
Or who wants something for nothing. I have no problem doing favors for people who I know might have a reasonble chance of doing something for me. But not everyone or just anyone. Unless you are willing to barter up front, no deal. Many people who claimed to have a degree in business never got this piece of logic into their heads when I put it to them like that.
I think 10 is enough for now. these are just the ones I see all the time, but I could probably come up with 10 more example-specific ones to really point out the dumbing down of our society.
Res Ipsa Loquitar
Swine of the Week 1/19--The Famous Final Scene
(I did this on Bush's last day in office, and I got my point that I had in head across pretty well)
I just finished reading the latest book by Thomas Friedman called "Hot, Flat and Crowded", and like his other books, you learn a lot and you shake your head at the amazing examples of the wrong way to approach a problem. Of course, the problem in this latest book is Global Warming (and no, we will not be having a debate or discussion about whether it actually exists or not). Friedman covers the spectrum of problems revolving around the problems of fossil fuel gases and the road we are taking or not taking towards cleaner energy.
Since we are into the final few hours of the term of George W Bush, it seems appropriate that his legacy will be a failed public policy that primarily centers around oil. He was an oilman; ok, he was a terrible oilman, but that's splitting hairs. Friedman recites a quote Bush made in his initial campaign for President that he would shape oil policy by the sheer force of his personality and his friendly relations with the Saudi Royal Family and how he would just persuade them to keep oil production so that it was a relatively cheap resource for America. Time has shown that didn't ever really fly. In fact, it was at lengths responsible for what happened on September 11, and everything that has gone down since then. A ten year old child could see that the Saudis are not really our friends, they only do what they need to keep the flow of fancy military hardware flowing into their possession.
But we'll keep the geopolitics to a minimum today. It's the end of an era, not an Era of Good Feeling, but an Era of White Trash, and it can't come soon enough. If the business of America is Business, as another Republican President once said, then George has done to our business what he's done to every other one he's been involved with in his life–run it into the ground.
For all the billions he's poured down the drain to fight enemies unseen, he's not produced a tangible dividend to his shareholders–that would be You and Me, Sport. He has devalued our shares in America Inc. to the point that they are as worthless as a stock certificate for Morgan Stanley.
And yet, like all of his other failed business ventures, he'll walk away scott-free. His own personal wealth won't be affected, he'll still have a roof over his head, and a generous retirement benefit to boot.
I read a piece by David Broder today about how Bush never expected Americans to make a sacrifice after 9/11, a subject that Friedman has also gone into at length in the past. I'm too lazy to find a link for it, you'll just have to go look for it yourself. And it rings true, if we had gone into the War of Terror with the same sort of mentality that we went into World War 2 with, there's a good chance that things would be a lot different today.
Bush never had a vision for America that made any sense to anyone but himself. And for that, he gets the coveted Swine of the Week, a special Undistinguished Lifetime Achievement Award.
Selah
I just finished reading the latest book by Thomas Friedman called "Hot, Flat and Crowded", and like his other books, you learn a lot and you shake your head at the amazing examples of the wrong way to approach a problem. Of course, the problem in this latest book is Global Warming (and no, we will not be having a debate or discussion about whether it actually exists or not). Friedman covers the spectrum of problems revolving around the problems of fossil fuel gases and the road we are taking or not taking towards cleaner energy.
Since we are into the final few hours of the term of George W Bush, it seems appropriate that his legacy will be a failed public policy that primarily centers around oil. He was an oilman; ok, he was a terrible oilman, but that's splitting hairs. Friedman recites a quote Bush made in his initial campaign for President that he would shape oil policy by the sheer force of his personality and his friendly relations with the Saudi Royal Family and how he would just persuade them to keep oil production so that it was a relatively cheap resource for America. Time has shown that didn't ever really fly. In fact, it was at lengths responsible for what happened on September 11, and everything that has gone down since then. A ten year old child could see that the Saudis are not really our friends, they only do what they need to keep the flow of fancy military hardware flowing into their possession.
But we'll keep the geopolitics to a minimum today. It's the end of an era, not an Era of Good Feeling, but an Era of White Trash, and it can't come soon enough. If the business of America is Business, as another Republican President once said, then George has done to our business what he's done to every other one he's been involved with in his life–run it into the ground.
For all the billions he's poured down the drain to fight enemies unseen, he's not produced a tangible dividend to his shareholders–that would be You and Me, Sport. He has devalued our shares in America Inc. to the point that they are as worthless as a stock certificate for Morgan Stanley.
And yet, like all of his other failed business ventures, he'll walk away scott-free. His own personal wealth won't be affected, he'll still have a roof over his head, and a generous retirement benefit to boot.
I read a piece by David Broder today about how Bush never expected Americans to make a sacrifice after 9/11, a subject that Friedman has also gone into at length in the past. I'm too lazy to find a link for it, you'll just have to go look for it yourself. And it rings true, if we had gone into the War of Terror with the same sort of mentality that we went into World War 2 with, there's a good chance that things would be a lot different today.
Bush never had a vision for America that made any sense to anyone but himself. And for that, he gets the coveted Swine of the Week, a special Undistinguished Lifetime Achievement Award.
Selah
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