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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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You've had your fun, now let's go home before someone sees me.
Gaze how thou goeth whenst in the path of the killeth'r bunny.
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Friday On My Mind, the Squeeze (I’m away Friday)
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It’s Not that I don’t Completely agree with the Sentiment...
The writer’s choice of words is damn near perfect.
The writer’s choice of words is damn near perfect.
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Words reasonably close to damn near perfect aren't in all upper case for emphasis. Random words in upper case is for press releases written by the church secretary 
Without a doubt Nathan is a talent. Does he just have better PR people that gets him out there?
I’ve seen many amazing players that can go toe-to-toe with the best. Not only can they play but they can write. Nobody will ever hear of them. That’s the lot of most talented musicians.
At the same time, I wonder about people with superhuman musical abilities where everything comes easy to them. What is the challenge for them if they don’t have to work as hard as most. Many do their best work when they are younger. They put out a lot of material, make a lot of money, then their creative output becomes lackluster and they cruse through the rest of their life.
They say that you do your best work when you’re hungry. Are they just being lazy later in life or is their ability to write good songs exhausted.
I’ve seen many amazing players that can go toe-to-toe with the best. Not only can they play but they can write. Nobody will ever hear of them. That’s the lot of most talented musicians.
At the same time, I wonder about people with superhuman musical abilities where everything comes easy to them. What is the challenge for them if they don’t have to work as hard as most. Many do their best work when they are younger. They put out a lot of material, make a lot of money, then their creative output becomes lackluster and they cruse through the rest of their life.
They say that you do your best work when you’re hungry. Are they just being lazy later in life or is their ability to write good songs exhausted.
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Whoever "they" is who say I work better when I'm hungry may want to revise that notion after they're hungry for a good while.
Of course, hungry can take on different connotations, such as the desire to succeed. The definition of success is wide ranging.
Literally hungry and the lack of a comfortable place to sit while working can be motivating as well as discouraging. The balance found is down to the individual.
Literally hungry and the lack of a comfortable place to sit while working can be motivating as well as discouraging. The balance found is down to the individual.
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Very clear here of never working for anyone whose business model is based on keeping people off balance. I ain't one to play at a rigged game. We know there isn't an earthquake powerful enough to knock over those milk bottles at the carnival concourse. Actually that kind of thing tees me off. Against all better judgement [uh oh incoming story] one night in Oakland I came across some entrepreneurs practicing three card monte. Unarmed, and alone, and in Oakland, teed off enough to call their game down: nice game there, where did you learn that, prison? and the crowd dispersed and I'm still here to tell the tale.
Edit: funny thing then, at no point was I ever in fear in that exchange. I watched their entire game fold.
New incoming story, same deal ... it's my first day of econ at grad school and take the El downtown. Folks roll into the car working the three shell game. From my seat I scope the entire thing out. Who's the lookout. Who are the plants. &c. As I see the entire picture unfold I notice there is a man observing me figuring out the game. We lock eyes and there is a moment of mutual acknowledgement. As I roll into my classroom, I see that guy on the El who observed me observing is another journalism student.
That's print journalism, speaking of dinosaurs.
Edit: funny thing then, at no point was I ever in fear in that exchange. I watched their entire game fold.
New incoming story, same deal ... it's my first day of econ at grad school and take the El downtown. Folks roll into the car working the three shell game. From my seat I scope the entire thing out. Who's the lookout. Who are the plants. &c. As I see the entire picture unfold I notice there is a man observing me figuring out the game. We lock eyes and there is a moment of mutual acknowledgement. As I roll into my classroom, I see that guy on the El who observed me observing is another journalism student.
That's print journalism, speaking of dinosaurs.
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All too often, many succeed by taking advantage of others.
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Ouch. Glad you didn't have a gig this weekend so you can take care of yourself and heal!
I officially entered a new era of GOF'dom yesterday with my 60th anniversary around the sun. I do not know how this happened. By all rights, a reckless child like me should have shuffled off this mortal coil long ago. Yet, I am still here.
I do not like that I am growing old and have always said that I'll go down kicking and screaming. This appears to be true. But I do like that I can challenge everything people think they know about aging by dressing funny, wearing my hair in blue pigtails, and generally behaving as age-inappropriately as I want to.
Not sure how many more trips around the sun I'll get, so I might as well yuck it up for maximum effect while I still can.
And now, in other GOF news, I have the need to lose 20 lbs and, apparently, get GERD under control again. So diet is going to be a thing now. Been waking up in the middle of the night choking, with a killer sore throat, and finally realized that it's most likely acid reflux giving me a whole new set of symptoms. I was diagnosed a few years ago with something called Barrett's esophagus, a nasty little pre-cancerous thing that happens due to GERD and was taking medications for that which were later found to increase the odds of dementia. Since dementia is in my immediate family, I stopped that medication once I learned that my pre-cancerous condition had cleared up, but it looks like I'm going to have to start that again, if I want to sleep and breathe at the same time
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Getting old is not for wimps. I choose my battles carefully, but I know that, in the end, it's a war that won't be won.
I do not like that I am growing old and have always said that I'll go down kicking and screaming. This appears to be true. But I do like that I can challenge everything people think they know about aging by dressing funny, wearing my hair in blue pigtails, and generally behaving as age-inappropriately as I want to.
Not sure how many more trips around the sun I'll get, so I might as well yuck it up for maximum effect while I still can.
And now, in other GOF news, I have the need to lose 20 lbs and, apparently, get GERD under control again. So diet is going to be a thing now. Been waking up in the middle of the night choking, with a killer sore throat, and finally realized that it's most likely acid reflux giving me a whole new set of symptoms. I was diagnosed a few years ago with something called Barrett's esophagus, a nasty little pre-cancerous thing that happens due to GERD and was taking medications for that which were later found to increase the odds of dementia. Since dementia is in my immediate family, I stopped that medication once I learned that my pre-cancerous condition had cleared up, but it looks like I'm going to have to start that again, if I want to sleep and breathe at the same time
. Getting old is not for wimps. I choose my battles carefully, but I know that, in the end, it's a war that won't be won.
I officially entered a new era of GOF'dom yesterday with my 60th anniversary around the sun. I do not know how this happened. By all rights, a reckless child like me should have shuffled off this mortal coil long ago. Yet, I am still here.
I do not like that I am growing old and have always said that I'll go down kicking and screaming. This appears to be true. But I do like that I can challenge everything people think they know about aging by dressing funny, wearing my hair in blue pigtails, and generally behaving as age-inappropriately as I want to.
Not sure how many more trips around the sun I'll get, so I might as well yuck it up for maximum effect while I still can.
And now, in other GOF news, I have the need to lose 20 lbs and, apparently, get GERD under control again. So diet is going to be a thing now. Been waking up in the middle of the night choking, with a killer sore throat, and finally realized that it's most likely acid reflux giving me a whole new set of symptoms. I was diagnosed a few years ago with something called Barrett's esophagus, a nasty little pre-cancerous thing that happens due to GERD and was taking medications for that which were later found to increase the odds of dementia. Since dementia is in my immediate family, I stopped that medication once I learned that my pre-cancerous condition had cleared up, but it looks like I'm going to have to start that again, if I want to sleep and breathe at the same time
Getting old is not for wimps. I choose my battles carefully, but I know that, in the end, it's a war that won't be won.
Happy belated birthday. Yesterday was also my granddaughter's 10th birthday. So, the two of you have that in common.
Good luck on your health issues.
This is true. Happy Belated Birthday!!!
I officially entered a new era of GOF'dom yesterday with my 60th anniversary around the sun. I do not know how this happened. By all rights, a reckless child like me should have shuffled off this mortal coil long ago. Yet, I am still here.
I do not like that I am growing old and have always said that I'll go down kicking and screaming. This appears to be true. But I do like that I can challenge everything people think they know about aging by dressing funny, wearing my hair in blue pigtails, and generally behaving as age-inappropriately as I want to.
Not sure how many more trips around the sun I'll get, so I might as well yuck it up for maximum effect while I still can.
And now, in other GOF news, I have the need to lose 20 lbs and, apparently, get GERD under control again. So diet is going to be a thing now. Been waking up in the middle of the night choking, with a killer sore throat, and finally realized that it's most likely acid reflux giving me a whole new set of symptoms. I was diagnosed a few years ago with something called Barrett's esophagus, a nasty little pre-cancerous thing that happens due to GERD and was taking medications for that which were later found to increase the odds of dementia. Since dementia is in my immediate family, I stopped that medication once I learned that my pre-cancerous condition had cleared up, but it looks like I'm going to have to start that again, if I want to sleep and breathe at the same time
Getting old is not for wimps. I choose my battles carefully, but I know that, in the end, it's a war that won't be won.
All the best on your recent birthday.
I knew people from Germany that were called Gerd. A common name, short for Gerhard.
Diets are always difficult. There are always lots of options. Eating a healthy balanced diet, protein in the morning, nothing after 8PM has helped me.
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