Back to the Grind.

Starting the work week on a Wednesday this week. Feeling a little discombobulated.

It was great to get away and I certainly have no regrets taking a couple days to help celebrate the kid’s birthday. Surprisingly, I feel like my batteries did get a little recharge, in spite of all the driving and poor sleep in the hotel. Today is actually the best I’ve felt since catching the Plague a month ago, so I’ve got that going for me!

Nothing terribly exciting to share today. I’m going through my backlogged stack of books to decide what to read next and I have a few shows coming up in March, so there will be more reviews forthcoming over the next few weeks.

Trying to get “caught up” is a never-ending task when more comes down the line daily, regardless of what is already on the docket. It ain’t dull, I’ll tell you that!

I feel ya, Calvin!

Until next time, it’s back to the grind!

Thanks for reading!

Road Trip!

Today is our daughter’s birthday and to celebrate with her we’ve taken a trip up to Napa CA, the *world famous California Wine Country.

Personally, I don’t drink wine with the occasional exception of sparkling wines, so Napa comes in at about #437 on my Top 10 places to visist. But it is pretty, I’ll give ’em that.

Not too shabby…

The Mrs. and I are thrilled that at this age she still wants to hang out with her parents on her birthday and are happy to be here with her, we just can’t help but wonder how our kid ended up liking such sedate, boring stuff!

Nonetheless, it’s been a really nice trip. This town has one thing down to a science, customer service. Everybody we’ve encountered has been extremely helpful and nice. If we were more into wine we’d probably make more of an effort to come here, but it is a pretty nice (and quiet) place to spend a couple days.

Good food, good drink (from what I’m told) and a friendly atmosphere, what’s not to like? Nine thumbs up for Cole’s Chop House. The best pork chop I’ve ever had, hands down.

Happy Birthday kiddo! Hope you enjoyed your time up north!

Empathy Fatigue

The other night, the Mrs. and I were watching the toob and an all-too-familiar commercial started playing,  imploring the viewers to donate “just” a few cents day to help the poor and impoverished in Africa that are starving and have no medical care. 

It was, as I’m sure was intended, a heart wrenching sight.  Anyone with any sense of humanity would feel for these people and want to “help” these less fortunate souls.

But what struck me, was how this commercial in 2022 was almost EXACTLY like the ones all over the airwaves in the 1970s.  And all throughout every decade since.  And those are just what I can personally remember,  they may have started earlier, I just have no personal recollection prior to maybe 1972. Geez, it got so common the South Park guys took a run at it, at least 10 years ago. Anybody remember Starvin’ Marvin from Ethiopia?

So this got me thinking…  We’ve been “helping” the poor and impoverished of that continent for at least 50 years and nothing has improved?  How can this be?

I’m as sure as can be without having actual proof that corruption on the part of the charities and any and all government agencies and/  NGOs is part of the problem, but surely that isn’t the only problem.

And it isn’t just Africa, we’ve seen this same plea for kids in Central and South America and Haiti too.  And yet millions of dollars and thousands of voluneer hours later, all these places are still in squalor, with sick and malnourished people dying on the vine at every turn.

Have we disturbed the natural cycle of things?  Is that why, in spite of decades long attempts to bring a better life to the less fortunate, its as bad or worse than it ever was?

We see similar things roll out here stateside, but more often from the grifting political class than charity organizations, but they do it too.   It’s often for the children,  or that’s how it’s framed anyway.  “We’ve got kids that can’t learn on empty stomachs” so we NEED to raise taxes (or your donation) to provide discounted lunches to the poor.  Then free lunches.  Then free breakfast AND lunch.  Then breakfast, lunch AND after-school care… The government’s solution is ALWAYS to take more from the “haves” to give away to the “underserved”.   And the massive, decades long investment has brought dropping grades, lower graduation rates, and fewer kids ready for the real world. The “solution” to these drastic failures is always more money for more “programs” from the tax payer.    Toward the end of that line we get the sob stories of the debt-burdoned; they’ve amassed six-figure debt to get their Bachelor’s degree in grievance studies, but now nobody will “give” them a job. They can’t pay back their student loans AND pay their lease payments on the new Lexus on a barista’s wages, so it’s back to the government’s trough for “relief” from their bad decisions…  And then they have the gall to shout they’re protesting for “economic justice”?!?

Justice for who?  Certainly not the tax payer bailing you out of a really bad life choice.  I have a crazy, outside the box idea…I think all those people that paid those exorbitant tuitions and wound up with a useless degree and zero employment opportunities should ask the universities for refunds.  After all, they sold a defective product, right?  Many universities have endowments that reach into the BILLIONS of dollars, AND they already get government monies.  If they are graduating students with no marketable skills, why should the taxpayers be further responsible for the costs?  Maybe if the universities had some skin in the game, they would stop with the foolish feel-good degrees and indoctrination and get back to teaching valuable skills.

The last few years the pleas have started to rachet up to help the “unhoused”…  No doubt there are many folks that ended up on the streets due to forces beyond their control, but far more are there only because of the choices they made and continue to make.  In fact, just last weekend we encountered one, walking down the street on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, screaming obscenities and being generally aggressive to everyone in his path.  And since this person clearly has nowhere to go, he will just roam the town, accosting everyone unfortunate enough to be in his path.

And the government’s “solution” to this problem, when anything is done at all, is to build housing units that come in at 6-figures per unit?  Really?  And the home and business owners who are unfortunate enough to be in the crosshairs when tent cities and squalor show up on their doorstep?  Nothing is done for them.  If they try to do something on their own, or <gasp> try to organize amongst themselves without bureaucratic nonsense, they are now the bad guys.  Not the person shooting up in their doorway.  Not the person breaking into their cars to steal anything that will get their next fix…  There is such a weird logic surrounding this stuff… “Your problems are less important than theirs because you have more than them.  So because you are “privileged” to have a roof over your head (note that what YOU have is never earned or deserved,  regardless of how hard you worked to get it!) you have no right to complain about a junkie passed out in your doorstep.”  

That’s a lot of gov’t cheese!

I don’t begin to think I know all the answers, but it seems pretty apparent that what we’re doing now, and for the last several decades, sure isn’t doing the trick.  Things are worse in every metric.

Yep.

I think I’ve reached maximum  empathy.  Looking out for me and mine is exhausting as it is, and no small amount of elbow grease and sweat equity goes into what little we have.  This is not to say “every man for himself!”, or to even imply that we should no longer help our fellow man.  But let’s face it, your twelve cents a day isn’t going to amount to a hill of beans (figuratively OR literally) for the kids in third-world hell holes.  How about instead, make a sandwich for a hungry person in your city?  Or get involved in a community garden?  Hell, even picking up trash off the road has social benefits. There are a dozen things you can do in your own neighborhood to make your “world” a better place. If everyone concentrated on their own street/town/county and made small improvements individually or with small, self-contained groups, lives would be changed.

The next time your local ballot asks “should we raise taxes/issue bonds/increase fees for…?” the answer should be a resounding NO.  Nobody is more careless with your hard-earned money or accomplishes less with it than your government. Despite ever increasing tax rates, the problems compound annually. This isn’t news, it’s common knowledge. Don’t belive me? Spend 10 minutes here: https://www.openthebooks.com/ and you’ll never look at “government spending” the same. Its beyond outrageous! I’m not sure how Americans came to believe that the answer to all of everybody’s problems is MORE government, more regulation, more taxation. I will never understand this mindset.

And the next time your guilt compells you to call that 1-800 number and bust out your credit card to “help”, ask yourself “how much of somebody else’s 60-cents-a-day was used to film that commercial?”  And how much are they paying to air it?  That airtime, even on cheesy late-night stations isn’t inexpensive. I do believe -100%- that a business can be charitable, but I also believe any business set up as a charity, is suspect at best.

I understand that this post might make me out to be a cold, heartless bastard. And I am, sometimes. But generally speaking, I believe most people, like 90%, are genuinely “good” and Americans overall can be exceptionally giving and generous. Unfortunately that leaves a large pool of suckers to be preyed upon, by tugging at your heartstrings, for the 10% that have no conscience or morals…

I guess what I’m saying is try to be a good person, but be smart about it. Don’t let your kindness be taken advantage of by the unscrupulous.

I’m not trying to be a downer, and I do really try to keep this a positive place here, but this situation has been nagging at me for days now, just had to get it off my chest.

Thanks for reading!

Another Betty lost…

R.I.P. Betty Davis, whom I just learned this afternoon has passed at 77 years old.

If you don’t know who Betty Davis is, you’re not alone. If fact I, a relentless music hound, didn’t even hear of her until a few years ago, several decades past her prime.

Her music was considered controversial at the time, though compared to say Cardi B, it’s pretty tame. But for original, old school funk? Yeah, she could – and did- slay.

I’ve got a soft spot for any artist that “goes against the grain”, and she certainly did that!

May she meet back up with Miles and Sly and put some sweet grooves out in the afterlife!

So long Betty, we’ll see you on the other side!

Cognitive Dissonance: Does your past define your future?

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about my future and how I’m going to go about living through my “golden years” when/if I’m ever able to retire.

Now, full disclosure,  I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, some of them were very costly, some that certainly changed the course of my life.  Some, there is simply no going back to “fix”, as they were time-sensitive so to speak.  But this isn’t really about me…

I’ve noticed several instances lately where someone’s past has directly interfered with their present/future.  And not because what they did in their past was so egregious but because somebody NOW doesn’t like what they did THEN. 

This sort of thing has bothered me for a long time, but lately it seems to be at a fever pitch.  My first example of this comes from my employment field. I work in what can best be described as a “health care adjacent” role.  In other words, it’s a healthcare facility,  but my role has nothing to do with providing health care and in fact my interactions with patients is slim to none.  And yet, because it’s a licensed facility  nobody is allowed to work here if they have a felony record, regardless of what position they apply for.  Doesn’t matter what it was for, or how long ago it happened.  Doesn’t matter if you “served your time” and have been “rehabilitated”.  Doesn’t matter if you just had a short stint of probation and have been squeaky clean for the last 20 years.   So you sold bag of weed when you were 18 and got busted and now you’re 28 and want to work as a dishwasher to support yourself?  Too bad, you should’ve thought about that 10 years ago!  Now, some facilities like mine (former employers) will make exceptions in rare cases (usually only if they are in a major bind and can’t find otherwise eligible candidates) but the exceptions are few and far between and take a spectacular amount of hoop-jumping to obtain. And believe me, they (the employer) are NOT going to jump through those hoops for a dishwasher.  Or a housekeeper or maintenance guy.  They will simply file your application in the nearest recycling container and move on to the next applicant.

In certain contexts I understand this.  If you’re 25 and on your third DUI, I’m not going to hire you to be my delivery driver.  But if you screwed up in college and got a DUI, but not so much as a parking ticket for the last 10 or 12 years, I’d suspect its safe to say you learned your lesson and you deserve a chance. If you embezzled from a previous employer and were convicted for it, I probably don’t want you working in my accounting department.   But a blanket ban on employment seems really draconian. And frankly, unkind at the base level.

This kind of stuff has irked me for a long, long time, but lately it seems so much worse and it’s showing up in places where really it has no place.

I was recently watching Senate hearings having to do with judicial appointments.   (As an aside, if you’ve never watched any of these, you should – very enlightening.)  One of the appointees was being grilled by Senator Cruz from Texas.  (No, I’m not a fan, he just happened to be the one speaking at the time).  Anyhow, he’s grilling the judicial candidate about a paper she wrote over 25 years ago while still a law student. You could tell the candidate was really peeved about it and kept repeating  “that was over 25 years ago, Senator” as if to say “don’t hold that against me, I was young and dumb then”. 

Now, in that particular instance,  I felt the line of questioning WAS at least pertinent to the position and frankly with  what she’d written all those years ago, I’d probably have been inclined to disqualify her from the judicial appointment too, but it got me thinking.  Aren’t we, as living, evolving human beings allowed to change? And if so, shouldn’t that change account for something? Does life experience count for anything?

I don’t know anything about this particular judge (yes, she’s currently a judge, but had been nominated for spot in a higher court…) but I did find out (‘cuz I looked it up!) that she is just slightly younger than me, so if nothing else we share the same generation as each other. Unlike me, this lady was clearly an overachiever, Harvard Law and an appointment to the bench realitively young. I imagine her to be a very focused, organized person with pretty strong professional ambitions. She’s probably spent her entire life doing all the “right” things, maybe dreaming of one day being on SCOTUS, who knows? And all that effort, all those years of work, all that sacrifice, all those dreams unraveled in 2 minutes over the contents of a school paper from two and a half DECADES back. Do you think that when she was a young, bright eyed law student writing that paper back in the 1990’s she suspected for even a nanosecond that those words on that paper would come back to effectively slam the brakes on her career 25 years later? Highly unlikely. She was probably just doing her best to sound thoughtful and sincere so her Prof would give her a good grade on the paper.

Having “come up” during the same time period, I can tell you with 100% accuracy that my thoughts and opinions changed on damn near everything, SUBSTANTIALLY, over the last 25 years. If the words of 25-year-old me were going to be held against me now? Good grief, I’d be living in a box under a bridge! Nobody would hire me for my current role with my 25 year old attitudes, unless they were clinically insane. That’s the upside of aging, you can actually learn. You can change your mind. You can GROW as a PERSON.

Take the latest Rogen kerfuffle for example. Here’s a guy that’s done quite a few things, he’s met a lot of interesting people and clearly he’s CURIOUS and looking for new information and insights all the time. Hell, you could say he’s “Professionally Curious”. So he talks to people from all walks, across the political spectrum on wildly divergent subjects and puts it out there for the other MILLIONS of curious people. He’s not frothing at the mouth, he’s not insulting anyone that doesn’t agree with him, hes not attempting to indoctrinate anybody, he’s just putting the conversation out there, asking the questions that frankly, most “personalities” are far too scared to ask.

When I first read of Neil Young’s “demands” of Spotify, I literally laughed out loud. Here’s a guy that was mediocre, AT BEST, fifty freakin’ years ago. He’s been completely irrelevant for the last 20. And he’s gonna pull the “either he goes or I go” thing over a guy that millions listen to every day?!? What a maroon. When his dusty, crusty cohorts jumped on board with him, I felt sad for THEM. How irrelevant must you feel to hitch your wagon to a horse NOBODY cares about? The bitter irony of bunch of old Hippies demanding censorship is just too much!

When Joe made his apology, I thought, ” well, he’s a better man than I”, cuz honestly I couldn’t have helped myself from making fun of those idiot dinosaurs. But what I didn’t see coming were the other dingbats that saw all this unfolding and thought “ha! he’s on the ropes, what else can we throw at him?!?” So India Aire (another has-been) comes out trying to make folks remember she exists by digging up stuff from YEARS ago to keep the dog pile going? What’s next, some guy from Joe’s middle school complaining about the wedgie Joe gave him in gym class? When is enough, enough? When can we, as HUMANS, recognize that we and the world around us is constantly changing and evolving? When does “society” decide that your past can now stay in the past? Or that your opinions have sufficiently changed enough that now you’re allowed to show your face in public? What ever happened to forgiveness, not to mention the acceptance and inclusion everyone is crowing about these days? What is the point of demanding someone change if you plan to ostricicize them from society regardless, for prior “sins”?

Growing up in the 80’s, we had this…group?… by the name of “The Moral Majority”, led by a skeezy televangelist. As a young teen I despised these people and their Holier-than-thou attitude. (And I grew up in a strict religious household!) I always wondered “who do these people think they are, telling everyone how to live?!?” It seemed patently un-American and it certainly didn’t strike me as “workin’ for the Lord”. It was organized pestering and harassment of people (artists, musicians, etc.) that THEY deemed “wrong” in one way or another and did their best to stamp these people out.

What’s unique this time around is that unlike the 1980s, where it was a bunch of old fogies (such as myself, now) trying to stomp out youth culture, now the youth culture seems to revolve around tearing down or downright destroying anyone and anything that “offends” their tender sensibilities. Which puts me in the weird position of being an old guy that feels compelled to stomp out youth culture, because youth culture these days is bitter, unforgiving, judgemental, and just freakin’ TOXIC!

But seriously, for the life of me I cannot figure out what these people are up to! What is their reward for their incessant outrage? You hear phrases like “cancel culture doesn’t exist” and “we demand justice!” and we’re implored to think of the “marginalized” and the “underserved” above our own self-interests, and yet at every turn as soon as anyone makes a mistake, the rush is on to see who can destroy that person first. And if, heaven forbid, the accused isn’t contrite enough, doesn’t bow deep enough for their accuser, then it turns into a team sport until the accused is finally silenced, bankrupted and/or unemployable. Bonus points for the accusers if they get all 3!

The way I see it, this “culture” we find ourselves in, is destined to end in flames and destruction. When the only “positive” you bring to the table is a willingness and desire to tear others down, you’ll end up with nothing but rubble surrounding you.

It’s easy to condemn. It’s easy to break things. It’s easy to ridicule. These are the actions of the weak and the thoughtless.

“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”. Remember that old gem?

We are better than that. I don’t just mean Americans, I mean we humans. I don’t care where you’re from, what color your skin is, what religion you practice (or don’t practice, for that matter), you don’t have to be drawn in to the negativity. You don’t need to find that needle in a haystack that will destroy another human if it’s brought to light. Learn to accept the fact that NONE of us are perfect and that ALL of us are going down our own paths, and we’ll learn the lessons we need to learn along the way. Tearing down someone else won’t do anything to raise yourself up. Screaming those lessons in our faces just makes us want to ignore you.

Just my two cents…

Thanks for reading!

Best Laid Plans…

I learned late Friday afternoon that I was going to have to work on Saturday, so my plans for a calm mellow weekend were scuttled.

Not to be denied relaxation, the Mrs. and I took a trip to Watercourse Way for a nice hot tub soak after my shift Saturday evening. A very nice way to wind down after a long week!

Sunday morning I slept in late (almost ’til 7am!) and we had a slow morning, generally taking things easy. Our daughter came by around noon for a visit. She and the Mrs. had appointments later that night for massages, and we just hung about, had a nice lunch (BBQ Brisket for the win!) and a quiet, pleasant afternoon.

Later Sunday afternoon I had a couple hours booked at one of the local rehearsal studios and went down to get some time behind the ol’ drum kit.

Finally back at the kit!

It’s always a crapshoot going to these places, as you never know what kit you’ll be playing, but nonetheless it was great to sit down and play again. I hadn’t played “real” drums since the first week of December ’21, so it was long overdue. I’ve got all kinds of electronic drums that I can play at at home (drummer + apartment = trouble) but they simply aren’t the same. So I try to get out a few times a month to play the real deal.

I was a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to play for any kind of duration, as my breathing is still crappy post-Plague. Drumming (if you’re doing it right, IMHO) is very demanding physically. You’ve got all four limbs working in coordination, often at 100+ beats per minute, it’s not all that different from a heavy cardio workout. But I was able to run two 50-minute back-to-back “sets” without gasping for air or passing out, so I suppose I am in fact getting better still.

I had a great time, played a little classic rock, a little 80’s new wave, some old hip-hop and a few newish tunes. Nothing earth-shattering, but it was refreshing to get out and blow the cobwebs off, so to speak. And I finally got to test drive my latest acquisition, a vintage Paiste Sound Formula 18″ crash cymbal. It’s a thing of beauty and I’m thrilled to add it to the quiver. I’ve got a serious cymbal addiction and always seem to find new pieces that I just have to have. (the few visible in the pic above are barely a drop in the bucket that is my “precious metals” collection.) I’ve got my eye on a couple others, but I seriously love this latest crash!

After drumming, things got really exciting…filling the gas tank and grocery shopping, getting ready for the new week. I threw together a flower arrangement waiting for the Mrs. to get home, and then it was time for some Zzzz’s.

While I, in my default setting, wanted to be irritated at my weekend being shortened down to a single day, I resigned myself to making the best of it, and in the end it was a pretty nice weekend, all things considered. Sometimes your attitude CAN make all the difference! Who knew?!?

Thanks for reading!

Well, that was fast!

Here I am on the last day of my first week back in the office, post-Plague.  It is staggering how quickly the week passed!  I wish I could say I was all caught up from my 2 week absence, but not even close.  At this rate it will take the month to get back to zero, so to speak.

My plans for the weekend are mild, a couple hours of playing music and a couple hours of pre-Spring Cleaning.  Otherwise, I’m all about lying low keeping up the recovery. 

It’s now been nearly a MONTH, give or take a day, since I last went to the gym and I’m starting to miss it, which is crazy.  I actually am not a fan of working out, but since I started taking my health and excersize more seriously, about a year and a half back now, I haven’t felt as good physically since about 1997… That’s all that has kept me motivated to drag my ass out the door at 5:15am to go!

I don’t want to lose any more momentum, but at the moment climbing A flight of stairs still takes it out of me.  I’m giving myself one more week of recovery and then I’m going back,  for better or worse.  One or two sessions a week is better than none, right? And surfing season is right around the corner, so I gotta get back at it! Already missed most of the winter sessions, won’t be able to stand missing the Spring sessions too!!

Enjoy the weekend everyone! Take care of yourselves and try to enjoy yourself some!

Thanks for reading!

Coming up for air…

Well, it’s been a grueling few weeks, but I am *starting to feel like myself again after my bout with the Plague.

Three people in my department got it, with an additional 16 throughout my facility. It appears out of the 19, I’m taking the longest to bounce back. No idea why. We had a large swing in age, so its not because I’m older than everybody else. Just my luck, I suppose.

Anyhow, this was a heavy blow to me, in regards to getting this blog started. I had planned to post up a couple reviews from shows we were attending, but sadly missed them both when we got sick.

We’ve got tix to a couple shows this month, so fingers crossed, no more illness and I’ll have some reviews coming in the near future. We’ve got tickets for various shows in February, March, April and July, so hopefully I’ll have lots to write about over the next few months.

In the meantime, I’ll start on a book review I was planning for when I finished the series. The one silver lining of that horrible illness is that I finally finished! More to come soon!

Thanks for reading!

Man down…

So much for my plans for the new blog… After 2+ years working in a health care setting, I finally caught “the Plague”. This is day 10 since getting the test results and still not “back to normal”, though much better now.

I’m not going to wade into the whole Vax thing, I don’t care what you do and wouldn’t try to convince anyone either way on the issue, but I will say this- this bug is real. Really real. I’m a generally healthy guy, haven’t been truly sick in a decade or more. NEVER had a flu shot, maybe miss A day of work every other year, I just don’t get sick. Haven’t been to a doctor in 5 years (at least). But this? Kicked my ass, seriously.

Anyhow, not gonna ramble on about it. Just posting to try and keep up what little momentum I have in writing. Hoping to get back on track this week, consider this a placeholder…

Take care of yourself, wash your hands and avoid crowds!

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