Friday, February 22, 2019

OH THE GAMES PEOPLE PLAY


Who dunnit?
What causes some of us to be our own worst
enemies? Consider the up and coming TV
star who decided to commit a crime against
himself. Then attempted to manipulate the
media (and his studio) into thinking he was
not only a victim of his own circumstances
but a hero. The outcome of such a warped
scenario being more criminal than the act
itself. Not only was he found out but ended
up being publicly humiliated and... arrested.
Causing the world to wonder "what was he
thinking ?! The answer being he that wasn't
thinking he'd ever get caught. But he was...
Who's to judge?
Then of course there are all of the President's men
who simply can't seem to keep their mouths shut.
In theory when one is accused of lying to the U.S.
Congress it is best to lay low. Yet at least one of
said bad boys never learns his lesson. Which has
to be the only explanation for why he would post
a picture of the judge (who decides his fate) with
gun cross hairs on Instagram. Then subsequently
claim that said iconography was actually a Keltic
symbol. Such foolishness seems to indicate wild
self destructive tendencies. Or a horrific case of
delusional arrogance of such a magnitude that it
can only lead to disaster. Or... possibly PRISON.
Circumstantial evidence
And then of course there is the husband who
gets caught cheating on his wife. However
rather than show shame, he is indignant if
not immediately forgiven. Instead assuming
his wayward path is indicative of his wife's
failure as a spouse versus his own. Which
reminds me of those evangelical pastors or
catholic priests who consider gay people
sinners. All while secretly indulging in the
same acts they've just decried unforgivable.
And post confession expect their flocks and
wives to welcome them with the assurance
"all is forgiven." Even if they can't or won't.
Grin and bear it
In case you haven't noticed, those mentioned
above are of the male persuasion. Obviously
some guys assume that "boys will be boys"
means they are free to act like spoiled brats.
That the rules apply to all except them. Yet
nothing could be farther from the truth. What
goes around comes around no matter who we
are. So why do some insist on tempting fate?
One can enjoy the zoo sans poking a stick in
the bear's cage. However some men just can't
resist pushing the envelope. Stretching ethical
standards to a point of extinction. And will do
so until somebody finally tells them "NO."
Game on
Ultimately even for the boldest of gamblers -
and every game ends with a winner and loser.
The only risk being in assuming that either
way you win. Within the next few weeks our
biggest "bad boy" faces his day of reckoning.
While some wonder if he's rigged the system
in his favor, even this golden boy can't avoid
the truth. Let's assume that somehow he still
dodges said bullet. His behavior, demeanor,
and actions themselves have put him on the
firing line. Hence even if he makes it through
this one, another round is coming. Hence in
the end - all bad boys get what they deserve.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

For mature audiences only


Warning:
Graphic Content
Mies van der Rohe once
suggested "less is more."
Yet editing to one's bare
level demands the kind of
bravery that comes with
age. No wonder so many
designers peak late in life.
"Good taste" being an end
result of exposure to....

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Wednesday, February 20, 2019

PAPER CHASE


Lost in space
There are days when I simply feel ANCIENT.
Having experienced change upon change over
my somewhat limited lifespan it's easy to feel
OBSOLETE. While change is inevitable, it's
not the most pleasant of experiences. Most of
the time I simply bite the bullet and embrace
whatever comes my way. However there are
rare times when I question the benefit of life's
constant churn. Especially when it relates to
documentation. To confess, I still do not trust
the cyber world when it comes to insuring one
has all of the facts at hand. Thus this old man
continues to maintain a lengthy paper trail.
Paper trained
I'm sorry if you're upset that I don't trust some
cyber cloud to protect me from the IRS. Nor
do I believe that keeping data on some "stick"
keeps me safe from any legal tsunami. Deep
down I know that everything I've ever typed,
done, or searched via the internet is on the
record somewhere. However my experience
is that nothing insures one has ALL of life's
answers but a storage locker full of FACTS.
I learned so the hard way. When sued years
ago I had to supply financial documentation
for ten years prior. A challenge that this pulp
hoarder was prepared for. If I could find it...
Full of sheets
In such a situation it's not funny to realize
what we can easily recall or forget. Which
is why I over document my life. All in the
hope that I'm ready should anything ever be
challenged. Yet all too often the "experts"
don't necessarily agree. Yesterday we met
with our accountant to file our 1st business
taxes. As a new small business owner in a
learning curve, I've kept copious records
of every jot, tittle, and tidbit related to cash
coming in and out. While a recap was all
he wanted, he complimented my volumes
of data. Then suggested I get Quick Books.
Fact to the future
The truth be told, I'd rather be better safe than
sorry should I ever need backup. Thus while
I rarely need all I've kept, I'm lucky I have it.
It makes me feel more secure given I've got
a firm foundation rather than some "cloud"
of vague recollections. Therefore at least for
now I plan to continue to kill a forest of trees
in my quest to keep things under control. If
that makes me seem foolish or obsolete then
so be it. All that I know is that if somebody
wants to know something about something  -
I'll have it somewhere. My only challenge
still being how, when, and where, to find it!

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Before the parade passes by...


By comparison
We just celebrated "President's Day" in honor
of two of our most revered leaders - George
Washington and Abraham Lincoln. Both of
whom were not only tenacious visionaries but
in hindsight as human as the rest of us. Upon
reflection this blogger considered those who
have led us prior. Asking myself what type of
leaders helped to make America great? The
answer of which were brave, bold, dreamers,
and most important - pragmatic strategists.
And that the majority of the forty four who
proceeded our current president seem to have
had one thing in common. HUMANITY.
Now and then
Ultimately the true test of any President is the
man (at least to date) himself. All whom have
exhibited strengths and weaknesses. Some rose
to the challenges of their time. Others coasted
on the benefit of lackluster times. And a very
few proving themselves worthy for the job via
their actions (or misactions). Fortunately for all
of us - even in the worst of times our system of
government has insured that we the people are
still theoretically in control. Thus while I worry
about our current state of affairs, I'm somehow
confident that ultimately liberty and justice will
continue to make America great.
Wrong man in the wrong place 
However upon reflection it confirms that if
nothing else - Mr. Donald Trump suffers by
comparison to his Oval Office predecessors.
The gentleman is all too flawed. Even worse
I'm certain that he has NO moral compass.
No lofty ambition or vision for this country
beyond his own self aggrandizement. Which
causes me to not only pity him but those who
put a disingenuous egomaniac into our top
spot. Ultimately if there is anyone to blame
for our current constitutional crisis it is you.
Not because you chose the wrong man, but
that even now you won't admit your mistake.
It's no joke...
Yesterday I hope you felt at least some sense of
guilt for the error of your ways. At issue is not
red versus blue or Democrat versus Republican.
Rather its right versus wrong. Good versus evil.
For whatever reason you opted to place a most
pathetic excuse for a human being in our most
important spot. A man who prefers to endanger
our democracy itself on a daily basis. Who has
done everything possible to change the course
of this nation in HIS favor. Nobody did this but
you. And therefore you bear the responsibility
for FIXING this mess you got us into. It's time
to right YOUR wrongs. Before it's too late...

Monday, February 18, 2019

OFF THE HOOK




Sorry wrong number
Have any of you tried to call me?
If so, I'm fairly certain you haven't
had any luck. That's because I lost
my cellular phone at least a week
ago. Who knows where it went?
I searched high and low throughout
the house given the day that it went
away, I never left our abode. So I've
spent hours sifting through trash,
pecking already packed Christmas
decor, hunting under furniture, and
picking pockets. All to no avail.
Finally today, I admitted defeat.
Off line
And honestly, that's just fine with me.
Probably my rather lax attitude is due
to the fact that I'm non-communicative
at heart. Now I'm fairly certain many
of you are rather taken aback by said
statement. However the truth is I can
be a bit of a loner. Fully self sufficient,
nothing would make me happier than
to never have to chat on the telephone
again. Yet in our techno fluent world
someone lacking a phone is akin to
those blind, deaf, and mute. So sans
my telly, am I now dumb or dumber?
Under cover
If Helen Keller could find a way out
of her isolation, the least I could do
is get re-hooked up. Which leads me
to the second part of my phone saga.
Thanks to sage advice from my local
Verizon representative, I purchased
phone insurance so in theory any
error of my ways was covered. Like
most things in life redemption is
rarely easy. Yet per the experts, all
I had to do was file a claim via the
internet or telephone. Given I'd no
phone, I logged on with trepidation.
Emergency call
It couldn't have been easier! Within
minutes I'd filled out a claim, paid
my deductible, and assured that a
new phone would arrive the next
day. Finally a stress free, no hassle,
carefree solution to life's problems!
After my temporary respite from telecommunication, my somewhat
jaded faith in technology has been
renewed! That means that all who
have been trying to get a hold of
me can call me in the morning.
The question is... will I answer?!
Tone deaf
In theory our lives are easier due
to technology. Yet in many ways
it's much too complex. In the good
old days if you weren't home, the
guy on the other line had to redial
at a later time. The responsibility
of keeping in touch was on them -
not you. One could drive to work
in peace and quiet and not have to
"check in" with the boss. And each
morning you could take a dump
sans answering the phone. texting,
or wiping out one's old messages.
Upward mobility
The ability to chat whenever, wherever
must be attractive to some. But I must
reinforce that I'm not one of said pack.
The last days have been pure bliss.
For the first time in ages, I've been
able to control my intake and hence
peace of mind. However there's no
reason that bliss can't continue. All
communication devices are for our
convenience. Like it or not, most of
those reaching out to touch you can
wait. Ultimately it's your decision
when, where, and who you pick up.
A job well hung
While my residual schoolboy desire
to please still lurks deep within, I'm
not going to answer the phone just
because it rings. Nor will I listen to
your voice mail upon receipt. Now
that I've had the chance to collect
my thoughts, I've decided that the
majority of daily blathering is for
naught. Thus I plan to maintain full
control of my peace of mind once
my new phone arrives. While the
initial withdrawal was tough, I'm
not going back no matter who calls!

Sunday, February 17, 2019

7th Day Surprise: CUT UPS


HAIRY SITUATION
Cutting straight to the chase -
nothing makes you feel  better than a new doo.
But who do that voodoo
is a risky proposition.
Fortunately we learn as we grow.
Hair today... gone tomorrow...