Friday, May 27, 2016
Interesting read on the productivity and mobility of our nation, and how that is trending in the coming years, over at The Atlantic..
Here is the kick off of the article-
American restlessness is written into the national DNA. In the 19th century, families moved toward opportunity, whether it came in the form of open, fertile fields or smoky urban factories. Americans didn’t just see their westward migration as a trivial preference for sun and space. They saw it as the important work of a nation, a Manifest Destiny.
But if Horace Greeley were alive today, his advice might be something more like, “Move back home, young man.” Americans today are strangely averse to change. They are less likely to switch jobs, or move between states, or create new companies than they were 30 years ago. In economist-speak, "the U.S. labor market has experienced marked declines in fluidity along a variety of dimensions." In English: America has lost its mojo. Manifest Destiny has yielded to manifest dormancy.
I have done a lot of moving and such, so this article resonated a bit.
The link, again, if you missed it.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Monday, May 23, 2016
I am just gonna put this our there, because I am not sure if I am nuts.
I might be...
I do have a capacity for the OCD, at times. Sometimes that part of my brain can be switched off, other times the tiniest details can make me insane.
Yesterday, we were out, doing stuff, meeting up with a friend, your standard weekend activities.
I have already had a dull, uninspiring snack from another restaurant, so the food OCD was on, but not in overdrive.
Snack stop number two, my gal orders a bit of shrimp cocktail.
It's a seafood place, so, that's what you get on the appetizers menu...
Those shrimps come out (not the ones in the picture) and there, sitting right in front of me is a shrimp with tail broken off...
The tail is still attached, just hanging off the rest of that shrimp.
That really bothered me, for some reason...
Well, a lot of reasons, if I get into it.
There really isn't much to get wrong with shrimp cocktail, ya know?
It's shrimp, some sauce and some lemon, on top of some ice.
Like 50% is just paying for pretty presentations, really. Just don't make it ugly, pile it on a plate like you give half a damn.
So, staring at this sad, broken shrimp, I start to extrapolate...
If this crap presentation is acceptable, just what else is acceptable in that kitchen?
This shrimp cocktail is the easiest thing the have going, what goes wrong and gets by in other dishes?
When was that walk in last stripped and cleaned?
What is this on my fork?
And about then, I am ready to leave...
I stuck it out, because I am functional.
I even ate that shrimp, truth be told...
But it took me ten minutes to be OK with eating that shrimp.
It's not OCD, really. I know...
Or maybe it is.
It's high expectations.
The mediocre is what bugs me, especially combined with high pretense.
Friday, May 20, 2016
I keep trying to toss together some thoughts on this election cycle...
Really, I am finding it utterly exhausting.
Our ability to have reasonable debate seems to have disappeared.
We're left with crap cable news punditry, parroted by everybody...
Usually, in ALL CAPS.
Using that caps lock key imparts some higher degree of truth, I guess.
The badly edited cell phone video backing up the claims must further emphasize righteousness.
Links to suspect websites with long, but simply written, theories on causality are the footnotes of justice.
There is no listening.
Without listening, there can be no debate.
It's just disappointing...
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Anybody holding one of these?
What a handsome old truck...
I have mentioned my trucklessness previously.
It still stings a bit...
I was told to shut up about it recently, my the missus, because, well, we just don't own a truck any more.
Most days, of course, I don't need a truck.
Hell, most days I work from home and don't even need a car.
Now that we're home owners, all of those convenient truck things now present themselves as challenges.
Things like grabbing some lumber for a project, can't quite do that. Does my desire to buy a few bags of compost outweigh the idea of compost stink in my little buggy, it has not yet.
I still can do stuff. A surprising amount of stuff fits in my car, with rear seats folded down.
But a sheet of plywood just ain't gonna happen.
And I get to this circular conversation, why not an old project truck?
Well, I already have these other house projects, which probably wouldn't get done if I was distracted by the cool old project truck, but those other projects would be a lot easier with a truck to haul some stuff around in...
(What I probably should be thinking, is how to hire out these silly projects, so that I can skip out and do other fun shit.)