Former Baltimore Orioles manager Earl Weaver, who led his team to a World Series championship in 1971, passed away today at age 82. Earl was a colorful character (to put it mildly) who never shied away from an argument with an umpire. He’ll be remembered fondly in the city Baltimore for his time with the home team and to us on the internet for this gem:
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We’re back from our holiday vacation and recovered from the plague! This one’s all about movies, both good & bad, with a little old man ranting thrown in for good measure.
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Pancho!
Happy New year to all! I hope the new year finds everyone happy and healthy.
Today’s post comes from an internal struggle I think a lot of us face. Work vs Accomplishment. I work for a living. I earn a decent wage. I wake up every morning at 5:30, let the doggies out and just watch a little news before getting ready. I drive 45 minutes to work. I do my daily grind at work. I become part of the machine. I stare at my 4 walls and wonder to myself why I do this to myself. Why do we all? I go home watch a little television, maybe listen to some music or play one of my video games. Go to bed. Rinse and repeat. Multiply that by 5 and you have a work week. I work but I accomplish very little.
I know why I work. In reality I need to pay bills, I need to eat, I need to be able to save for retirement. Those are the easy answers. This is also why I do not accomplish anything. I function in this society of steel and glass. There is no room for humanity. There is only your daily function as a cubicle monkey. I pay taxes, I laugh at the boss’ jokes, I do what I need to do to keep my job. Why do we all do this? Why have all of our lives become this pre-fabricated shell, where there is very little room for the creature in us all that longs to be free? Free of the shackles that is our daily grind. Man was not made for this.
Yes I know you are thinking, this is a lazy man’s view of the world. Maybe it is to a degree. I do not like to work. I get no self-fulfillment for the various tasks I have done to eek out a living throughout my life. This is my point however, there is no joy to be found in all these tasks. They are the soul sucking, life ending jobs that at the end of the day, make us no better for doing them. We work to make shareholders rich. We miss out on time with our families because we have to process paperwork. To become a cog in this machine.
Today this is my take on it. I will have more later.
Take care,
Lefty
If I’m honest, I’ve had my own mid-life crisis. It just didn’t involve a $50,000 car, a divorce and a new 20 year old girlfriend.
In the last two years or so, I’ve become restless with myself and I wanted to do some things I had never done before.
First, I became a gun advocate and then a gun owner. I have two 9mm handguns which I enjoy shooting. I’ve recently tried a .45 and a .40 and I think I’ll be trading up as soon as I can.
Second, since I needed a new car anyway, my current vehicle is a manual transmission. It’s more work, but it’s much more enjoyable. Before getting a manual, I never truly appreciated the convenience of an automatic. After getting a manual, I now realize how much fun it is to drive a car.
Third, I bought a Zippo and other convenient fire-making tools. I just think that it’s a good thing to have multiple resources for making fire should the situation arise
Fourth, I bought a really good knife. Everyone should have a really good knife.
Fifth, I finally took the plunge and bought a really good Blu-ray player for my home theater.
That’s about it for now. I’m sure that it’ll continue at this boring pace for a few more years.
Rando!
Happy New Year. Thank goodness that the last of ’12 is over. I think a lot of people were just waiting for the shitstorm to be over. Well, our elected officials have other plans, but hopefully they will straighten up and fly right. Bwa-ha-ha-ha! We need to send these clowns a clear message, but that is for another post.
So, I’ve been thinking about some things recently and I’d like to empty my mind all over the internet for a bit. Hang tight, here we go with a random list of thoughts.
Have a great new year, folks.
Rando!
Happy New Year from all of us at the Mid-Life Crisis Taskforce! Hope everyone had a safe & wonderful holiday season!
Nah, 2013 will bring about the same shit that 2012 brought with it. However, I think with the podcast and this blog, I am thinking I can at least have fun with it all.
I hope everyon will have a Happy New Year! It is Janurary 2nd and beyond we have to worry about 😉
Take care,
Lefty
Here’s our second episode!!! In it, we continue our getting-to-know-you series by discussing our favorite albums. We also review & discuss Teenage Zombies in our first ever B-movie review!
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Our B-movie review for next time is “Bigfoot,” a Syfy movie starring one of the Brady kids & one of The Partridge Family! Oh, and features a guest appearance by Alice Cooper!
I have been thinking a lot lately about the meaning of this. I won’t bore you with the Webster’s definition. Instead, I am going to focus on what this means to me. I think after all the events of last Friday, we all could use a little distraction, even a little humor. I hope can provide this for you.
I am quickly approaching 42. No small feat if I say so myself. 41 plus years of wandering around my little corner of the globe, trying to dissect some meaning out of all of the static out there. It is not easy. I am finding the world is starting to go a little faster than I am used to. I see how things are geared for the younger generation. ( I am not trying to say I am old, by any means. If there is any luck, I will have a good 30 to 40 years left on this planet ). I am saying however, it is a young persons world. That my friends is the rub. I am finally coming to the realization I am not part of that anymore. I am transisting into the next age group on surveys. I am moving closer to getting an AARP subscription than buying a Playboy. I am becoming part of a demographic that is more concerned with comfort than with making things right. It is scary as hell.
Am I in crisis mode? Maybe. If not a crisis, I am damned close to a frenzy. Things ache that didn’t used to. Parts of my body make noises I don’t recognize. I feel different. I look at things differently. I am a lot closer to 50 than I am 20. Priorities are different. Creativity is gone and replaced by thoughts of mortgages and retirement income. To quote Graham Parker : “My belly’s full, but my soul’s gone dry.” I am not the same person I was at 20. In some ways that is a good thing. In some ways, it’s not. Not that the person I am at 42 is such a great model for society. I am not. I am human. I have hurt people not meaning to and I have been not the most pleasant person. Those things I am working on.
Within all of that however, I do recognize I have the luxury of feeling this way. There are a lot of people who can only worry about day-to-day survival. That is their reality. Their worries stem from where their next meal is coming from or should they buy medicine for themselves or pay the rent. That is a much harsher reality, I do not face. I am grateful for that. I know how lucky I am and I know that things can always be worse.
So, in the end, I am saying that age happens. It creeps up on you like a turtle on speed. Things seems to be going at a good, slow and steady, then WHAM you are looking and feeling like a port-a-potty at a chili cook off. Shat on and flushed. That my friends is what a midlife crisis feels like.
Your pal,
Lefty
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