Ponderings and Musings

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.

Truman put a stop to that Nerf pellet.

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.

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.

This is a random shot of the house, taken at night, on my iPhone 16 Pro.

Here is a gratuitous shot of singer Jessie Ware, because she is awesome. I am enjoying her music and I’ve been enjoying her interviews.

I’m a little bit surprised she is not more popular in the United States. She has to have such an amazing energy. Whether she’s big in the states or not, she made it to Barack Obama’s list, and that’s alright by me.

I don’t like the word “triggered”, as in, “he was triggered by something she said”. It has a strong Millennial connotation to me, and as a solid Gen-Xer with a weird need to belong to something, it’s strange to me to identify with something I consider to be “Millennial”.

Someday I’m going to share more detail around how my brain works. In the meanwhile, I’ll try to stick to topic.

Whether or not I enjoy the word and any connontation around it is irrelevant, the truth of the matter is, as an impressionable type of person I can be triggered into a mood rather easily.

Whether it’s the never ending litany and monotony of this never-ending presidential election, some other assfoolery going on in the news, or even blog entries highlighting the latest fad in “optimal productivity”, my mind wants to go along with that crowd and my attitude usually adjusts accordingly.

Upon returning home from vacation I decided that I would need to scale back from Mastodon and Instagram a bit so that I could let the good vibes from my vacation marinate and simmer into something that would hopefully echo some permanence in my psyche. Instagram has figured out that I enjoy animals and, as all corporately controlled algorithms are designed to do, the outrage machine is cranked up to 11 with ads that would make Sarah McLachlan weep. I know there are many animals out there in the world that don’t have it as good as Truman and Lucky and Jinx have it here in the house, and my heart aches a lot for these poor little souls. My heart also can’t take the constant barrage of these images without tears constantly being in the back of my throat, so I’ve stepped away from Instagram until it settles down.

Mastodon, and the Fediverse in general, triggers me a bit in a different way. I’ve been pretty deep in the Apple ecosystem for a while and every time I go on Mastodon and see some of my Linux friends doing their thing, I feel bad because I haven’t abandoned the evil fruit and corporate America in general. Then I feel triggered even further because I’m just too tired for the amount of outrage required to be what I guess is a responsible American citizen in this day and age by clutching my pearls, my husband’s pearls, and the pearl’s of a random stranger on the street every time Trump belches, J.D. Maybelline farts, or someone says Kamala Harris’ name incorrectly (even though they’re solidly on her side of this election turned football game turned WWE fake wrestling match).

This country is one news story away from a complete Idiocracy.

Yes, Your Honor, I object to the word “triggered” but I there’s a lot of things triggering me in a bad way on this Internet thingee, and by taking a step back I’ve gained a slight bit of sanity. 

Not much, mind you, but a bit.

There’s a part of me that feels like this Election nonsense is the appetizer to the sheer chaos that’s coming after the election, no matter who wins what where, and for that?

I’m looking at the wine list.

The moon is very impressive this morning.