Truman enjoys just a little bit of sun at this time of year.
J.P.
Relaxed.
Keep the first selfie.
My mood is better than it appears to be in that photo. It’s Friday, the weather is gorgeous, and I actually got a decent night’s sleep last night.
Wrapping up the week is always an enjoyable endeavor for me. It’s a shame that I don’t really get into the groove until Thursday afternoon. Calm down boss, I’m kidding a little bit. I’m a josher, I am.
We are suppose to have a weekend of record heat here in this part of Arizona, so my hike tomorrow will probably be on one of the trails at a higher elevation. I like it up there; there’s more trees to enjoy. The only downside is the amount of time it takes to get up there.
Even though we can see Mount Lemmon from the back yard, and it looks quite impressive, it’s still 20 miles away as the crow flies.
I wonder if crows actually fly from our back lawn to Mount Lemmon. Perhaps they’re on their way up to Flagstaff or something.
After that tangent I believe it’s time to set down the MacBook and just enjoy the moment.
Analog.
There are times when I feel right up there with the times. I feel like I’m navigating the 21st century with a fair amount of success and while the world feels chaotic, it feels manageable.
There are other times when I feel my solid Gen-X roots, and subsequently lose myself in a more analog world. While there are many things that were not enjoyable about the 20th century for a gay man like me, I still have fond memories of life “back then”. I usually get feedback when I talk about these things, but I still maintain society seemed a little saner, the news was less chaotic, and people seemed to be looking out for each other, just a little bit. I know about the racism and the homophobia and the sexism and all that, but on the whole, the world around me, in my little bubble, felt comfortable and easier to navigate.
Every once in a while I’ll watch old marketing video from the 1950s and note how these industrious presentations made everyone seem so, well, industrious. The “Tools of Telephony” film from Western Electric, released in 1956, is one such video.
I don’t know this man. He appears for a maximum of two seconds as the narrator goes through a myriad of shots of people working hard at Western Electric. This man caught my eye the very first time I saw this marketing film. If I could still grow hair on my head I’d probably go for something like that, though it’d probably be too gray this point and I’d then be all about the vanity and keep it less greased. I really enjoy his glasses and mustache, and I really like the design of the industrial equipment he’s working on. It’s practical, it does what it’s suppose to do without fail (something Western Electric and The Bell System in general was famous for), and it’s been manufactured in the United States. Analog rocked, and as a Gen-Xer I can easily remember when the world was much more analog.
Maybe we need more analog and less digital in the world.
On the other hand, I wouldn’t have ever seen this video if it wasn’t for the digital age, and someone digitizing this video to share on YouTube. So there’s that. It’s a shame I had to wade through a bunch of other videos related to absolutely nothing I was looking for in order to land on this video in the first place.
So complicated.
I guess I want less complication in life. As I get older one would think that life would get easier, but not really. I think the 21st century is just complicated in general.
You know what would really make me happy? Not hearing about a U.S. election for about 3 1/2 years. The November election has been weighing on my mind a lot and I just want to get beyond it. I want to know the outcome, pray to (whatever) that people aren’t as ridiculously stupid as we’re led to believe, and that we’ll be moving forward under the first female president come the end of January.
That is not a complicated decision to make it all.
Intent.
I often can’t decide if I want to focus on “digital minimalism” or “avoiding all capitalism” when it comes to my computing habits.
When I’m in a Digitally Minimalistic mindset, it’s all about the MacBook Air, my iPhone, and occasionally my iPad. I reduce the number of applications I’m using to the bare minimum and I focus on what works without a lot of tinkering. It’s during these moods that I usually step aside from all forms of social media.
But then the pendulum swings the other way and I get all “avoiding all capitalism”, where I decide that even though I believe Apple still provides the best consumer grade computing experience out there, they’re too expensive and they want me to buy too many apps, so then I resurrect an old laptop with the latest flavor of Hip-Linux and focus on that. I get rid of all the apps, move my data somewhere else (again!) and start chatting with folks online about the benefits of using a home grown operating system and the like. Then I apply an update, the computer goes completely sideways, forcing me to punch out an email via telegram and/or Ye Old Scroll, and then I give the pendulum a shove back in the original direction.
Such a quandry.
I look at all sides of a problem or a puzzle or an opportunity and then I look at all sides again. I see all the goods, all the bads, and all the maybes, so then I look at all sides again. Then I start spinning around and try as I might, there’s no bright flash of light with a thunderclap and, to the relief of memory, I do not find myself in star spangled shorts with matching cape.
I think I’ll just stick to the Mac.
Unmonogamous.
I often improve my mind by watching clips of old shows on YouTube. This clip from a late 1980s version of “Password” always puts me in a better. It’s a celebrity version of the show featuring Dick Martin, Betty White, Lucille Ball, and Carol Channing. No one apparently mentions that Carol Channing is dressed like the Skipper from “Gilligan’s Island”, but her reaction to the buzzer is priceless.
We just don’t have folks like this in the entertainment business anymore.
And while I’m talking about it, can I just say that Betty White has an amazing sense of comedic timing and is still greatly missed as everyone’s Grandma of the United States?
And while I’m even still writing more about it, I lived in Jamestown, New York for a total of five years, and you could still feel Lucy’s presence in her hometown. I wish I had met her in person.
Temptation.
When one has been fasting for the past eight hours for blood work, it’s just mean to stack up a display of Cheez-Its next to the blood testing lab.
I haven’t figured out why blood labs are adjacent to finer produce in the local Safeway, but that’s probably another blog entry.
