Life On A B-I7

Introduction to Welding

I’ve been exploring the classes available at the Senior Center. Yesterday they were offering a watercolor card making class. That sounded interesting. I was warned that I would be the only man in the class so I was prepared. Sure enough, I arrived a few minutes early, there were several women and the instructor (also a woman) already in the room. I started looking for a place to sit down, but before I could take a seat, I was asked if I was in the right room. It just so happens the person asking me was the program director who happened to be in the room chatting with the instructor. The program director was a man. I decided that if I was going to be challenged, I might as well get some mileage out of the situation. I looked right at him and said, “this is the introduction to welding class, right?” His eyes got big and he stared back at me and said, “seriously?” After a long pause, I said, “no.” That lit up the room. I was welcomed into the watercolor class even though I forgot to bring my welding helmet.

Walking In Wonder

A good friend completed the northern 1,000 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail last summer. (Canada to California.) When he and his hiking partner reached the Bend Oregon resupply point, we picked them up and hosted them with home cooking and a comfy bed. His trail name is Cliff Dancer and his hiking companion last summer was Raw Dog. They are fantastic people and it was a pleasure to help them along on their hiking journey. I was doubly pleased when to my surprise, Cliff Dancer wrote a book about the experience and sent me a copy. It arrived in the mail two days ago and I have already devoured it. Such an inspiration! It’s not easy to hike and write at the same time. I’ve cycled and chronicled at the same time and while that’s not easy, I think I got more out of the experience capturing it in the moment than if I had attempted to document the journey post-mortem. I will have more to say about Cliff Dancer’s wonderful work in the coming days. You can get a copy for yourself of “Walking in Wonder On The Pacific Crest Trail” from Amazon Direct Publishing. Walking In Wonder

3.5

I got my 3.5 Pickleball rating a few days ago. That’s a significant accomplishment, but not one to get too carried away with. The 4.0 level is where good play really begins. 3.5’ers are still learning the game and still working on loosing beginner habits. Making the jump from 3.5 to 4.0 requires a lot more skill than making the jump from 3.0 to 3.5.

After the testing completed, those of us that tested were sitting around with our “play-ins” having a beer. Someone asked me if I was going to try and get to 4.0. (It’s a good question, many people that make 3.5 never get to 4.0.) My reply went something like this. I want to correct my bad habits, improve the weak points of my game, and improve in overall consistency so that I will feel comfortable playing with 4.0s. I also added that due to my advanced age, I would be very happy if I was still a solid 3.5 ten years from now. I think that is probably the best goal of all.

Change The World?

You can’t change the world entirely, but you can change someone’s entire world.
—Timber Hawkeye

The message here is you can’t single-handedly change the world. Many have tried and ultimately that approach fails. You have to decide what is enough, once you figure that out, that should become your goal. There is a school of thought that says the desire to change the world only leads to emotional distress, depression, or at the very least, a warped sense of reality. In the worst case scenario, it makes the world worse, not better.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to a very special someone. I hold you dear in my heart and wish you all the best. You deserve it.

Competitive Sycophancy

If Competitive Sycophancy (not Democracy) is what you wanted when you voted, then that’s what you are now getting.

Definition: Weak spineless people competing to win the favor of a sycophant. Look it up.

Teaching Myself

It just occurred to me that when I edit my blog entries before posting them I should read them for consistency with the stoic advice I have started including on these page.

It won’t do me any good to offer stoic advice on correct living if my blog posts are out of step with those messages. That said, I will try and present my posts in a manner consistent with my own advice, at least as best I can at this stage in my evolution.

Twins

A pair of twins are holding a discussion with one another inside the womb. One fetus says to the other, do you think there is anything after this life. The other laughs and says, why would you ask that? The first replies, there must be something else after this life, this life is too perfect. The second twin sneers and says, that’s true, we have everything we need here, why are you complaining? The first says, yes, but we can’t stay here forever, there has to be more than this. The second says there is only darkness and uncertainty outside of this world. Then, one day there is a cataclysm, the second twin is freightened and looks at the first twin and asks what is happening, the first twin replies, we are evolving.

Who Am I

There’s a question for you. I think the answer to that has been constantly evolving over the course of my lifetime, so all I can say is what it possibly means right now. I am a seeker of wisdom (short of that, learning). Sometimes successful, often struggling with little success. I am happy with that. After all, to quote a good friend, I’m just a hard working 81 I.Q. With that in mind, it would seem that I’m doing just fine.

Reading

I probably read a lot for someone of my advanced years. i’m actually rather proud of that. There is one problem, though, I have books on my bookshelf that I haven’t actually read. Worse, I have books on my bookshelf that I have read and I don’t remember that I’ve read them.

There’s probably a drug for that. I’m not sure I want to go there. Anyway, I pulled a book off my shelf titled Turning To Stone: Discovering The Subtle Wisdom Of Rocks, by Marcia Bjornerud. Obviously, it’s a book about geology. I’m not exactly sure what possessed me to buy it, but there it was, so I opened it up and started reading. I was blown away. It contains some of the most beautiful writing I’ve encountered in quite some time. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. There are wonders to be had all around us and sometimes they appear where we least expect them. Still, a beautifully written book about geology? I’m going to try to remember this one.

Sinking To A New Low

Director of National Intelligence Tulsi Gabbard is reportedly trying to use AI to ferret out national security employees that are not deemed politically acceptable to the MAGA agenda. To do this she is trying to gain access to emails and text messages of all national security employees. Watch out. We are witnessing the birth of a new repressive era. Without a huge stretch of the imagination, this could also be used to profile every U.S. citizen.

During the McCarthy era, the stated purpose was to find communist sympathizers inside the U.S. government (with only very rare exceptions, there were none). Today is different in both scope and purpose. Today this paranoia and lust for power is being turned on law abiding U.S. citizens. We are watching first hand the death of personal and political freedom.

Tattoo

I spent the better part of two years deciding if I should have a tattoo. After carefully considering the choice, I decided it was the right decision for me. Not just any tattoo, not art for art’s sake, I wanted something that would remind me every time I looked at it who I am and what I should be doing. I’m happy to say I fulfilled that goal.

Bastrop Texas

I would like to visit Main Street in old town Bastrop Texas. There’s a little bookstore there owned by Ryan Holiday. He is one of the world’s bestselling Philosophers.

America Is Killing Itself

From almost no investment in alternative energy sources (about 10% of the world’s total investment) to climate change denial, to the food we eat, America is living for today with no care for tomorrow. We are killing ourselves and not leaving anything for our children.

Get Out And Vote

Now Trump is pandering to Christians. People I’m quite sure he is courting on not because he sees himself aligned with them religiously or morally, because he sees them as targets for manipulation.

“Christians, get out and vote!” Trump told supporters in Florida at a July event. “Just this time. You won’t have to do it anymore. Four more years. You know what? It’ll be fixed! It’ll be fine! You won’t have to vote anymore, my beautiful Christians. I love you, Christians!”

Trump added, “You gotta get out and vote. In four years, you don’t have to vote again. We’ll have it fixed so good, you’re not gonna have to vote.”

What exactly is meant by “You don’t have to vote again?” Let me guess, Trump doesn’t intend to leave office at the end of his second term as is written in our Constitution. Shameful and un-American, not to mention ignorant.

Yes. By all means. Get out and vote, just not for the man that wants to end Democracy.

Play The Game Right

Chicago Cub Ryne Sandberg, when he was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, said: “I didn’t play the game right because I saw a reward at the end of the tunnel. I played it right because that’s what you’re supposed to do—play it right and with respect.”

So if you are not a baseball player how do you find meaning in life?

It does not come from marching under someone else’s banner (Lenin, Mao, Hitler, Trump) you have to believe there is a natural moral order that applies to all of us. Once that is realized, we have to be willing to apply that order to all our actions.

It’s not about my preference or your preference as many people today would have it, it’s about which preferences are best for society as a whole. That is how the game should be played.

Game Plan

To paraphrase Bertrand Russell:

If you want to establish a Fascist State, the first step you need to take is to entertain the fools. Once you have them firmly captured and fascinated you then silence the intelligent.

This is Trump’s playbook. The only problem I have with this is that I find it difficult to believe Trump has read Bertrand Russell.

Biopsychosocial

Body, mind, and spirit therapy… Also know as Pickleball.

Classical Chinese Training

Classically trained Chinese Masters studied painting, poetry, philosophy, herbal medicine, and Martial Arts (Tai Chi among other schools). World Tai Chi day is the last Saturday in April. I’m planning to start Tai Chi training. (I’ll let you know how it goes.) I enjoy poetry and philosophy too. You don’t have to be good at them, just appreciate them.

Who’s On First?

Is Trump running the country, or is he just a pawn and doesn’t realize it. I believe he is so self-centered that he really doesn’t care about anyone or anything other than himself. I think the country is being run by people that have his ear, and even some that don’t. He isn’t smart enough to be a good leader. All he has are some outdated opinions and prejudices.

I’m Happy

Amazing. I can’t deny it. I’m happy. The world is an ugly place but a beautiful one. All things considered, I’ll take the beauty and leave the ugly for other people to complain about. That doesn’t mean I turn a blind eye to the ugly. Quite the opposite. I aspire to do what I can, in my own small way, to make the world less ugly. That said, I don’t let the things I can’t control affect what I can control — first-and-foremost, my happiness.

Zen Masters

“I have lived with several Zen Masters. All of the cats.” —Eckhard Tolle. You’d think I were more Zen than I actually am. After all, I live with a Zen Master that is continuously teaching me (and leading me to his food dish).

Are You Right Or Are You Wrong?

Some people have to be right, even when they are wrong. Not knowing you are that sort of person is worse than being wrong.

Enduring Happiness

Continuous growth and learning are what bring enduring happiness.

Whiskey

I’m becoming a big fan of Japanese Whiskey. I was just thinking this morning that I should quit drinking, not even an hour has passed and I’m having second thoughts. One glass occasionally can’t hurt, right?