Wednesday, November 30, 2011

It takes a weary man, to sing a weary song

I'm retired, allegedly.   I'm considering getting a job so I can get some rest.  This retirement gig is tough with board memberships, volunteer work, hobbies, household chores, etc., none of which add anything monetarily to my life.  Sure there's a bunch of personal gratification and enjoyment involved in this stuff, but damn I'm tired.  Back when I was earning a living, it seemed that things were simpler.  Work then come home and relax.  (I know you're laughing at the memory lapses that allow me to forget any but the most pleasant, easy history.)  Anyway, I'm tired and I will be performing in a play on Saturday then singing on Sunday at another venue.  The following weekend is yet another singing gig.  All are benefit performances.

There's nothing profound here, I just felt the need to post something.  If you're looking for something to ponder, try thinking about the absolute dysfunctionality of our government and the potential to make it even worse if people don't pay attention to reality.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

I miss George Carlin

Carlin was a funny, brilliant, angry man.  He slaughtered sacred cows, made us aware of the absurdities of our consumer-based lifestyles, and criticized the politics in our country, all with humor.  His autobiography, Last Words, is a great read and a testament to his sometimes brutal honesty.  He made a simplistic, but fundamentally accurate, statement about the two major political entities in the US, saying in essence, conservatives protect property; liberals protect people.  Actually, that is one of his milder statements. Check out some others here.

The assertion above - property vs. people - leads me to another musing, the apparent need for so many of us to treat life as a series of binary options: good or bad, hot or cold, true or false, etc., when pretty much the only truly binary option is life or death.  All else, it seems to me, is nuanced, with many shades rather than simple black or white.  We live in a world of many dimensions, not two.  I'm kind of babbling here, but I hope you understand.

Those folks who believe in a binary world have an advantage over those of us who do not.  Their decisions are easy.  Mine, not so much.

Friday, November 4, 2011

What exactly is an unfinished root canal?

Yesterday at eight am I plunked my butt into my dentist's chair for a root canal.  I'd wanted him to pull the small crooked lower tooth, but he convinced me a root canal would be better and not leave a gap.  I didn't care about the gap personally, it being tiny and insignificant in my estimation, but I went with his preference.

After an hour-and-a-half in the chair with him drilling and poking and grinding, he told me we'd finish it up at the next appointment(!?)  He also said I might feel some discomfort, which could be mitigated by Ibuprofen or the like.  I made my next appointment at the front desk, a little worried that it was more than two weeks away, but confident that I could handle a "little discomfort" since the tooth had been providing that for most of a year already.  Well, I'm not sure what he would define as a "little discomfort" but this ain't it.  It hurts like hell every time the Tylenol or Advil wears off (I'm alternating them at a shorter interval than I'd be safely able to take either alone - a method my doctor recommended when I had shingles.)

I'm trying to macho it out until Monday with the help of OTC drugs, but he may be getting a call this weekend.  It kind of reminds me of a mantra we had in IBM, "Don't do any software updates on Friday, unless you want to work over the weekend."  Maybe that holds for unfinished root canals.