Interesting.................................. As George Bernard Shaw said: “Youth is the most beautiful thing in this world—and what a pity that it has to be wasted on children!”
Oh no, there's that word, "Interesting"! Your father-in-law has had two responses to anything I've ever introduced him to: "Interesting" and "Different." After years of being exposed to those two words, I've figured out that "Interesting" means he was indifferent to it and "different" means he thought it was shite. Glad you didn't think it was shite (Har-har!)
"Please edit..." What? You're offended by the typo? How do you know it wasn't deliberate? Some of the Indian tribes in the Southwest, when making jewelry, would deliberately add a flaw to the final product to show that life itself is imperfect and finite. How do you know I wasn't doing that? (did you buy it?)
That's gotta be it! You are too impeccably precise for there to be any other reason!
That reminds me:
I've been all over the Navajo reservation off and on over the years including once following Google maps to an "end of the line" situation. It's an interesting place.
I've also read some biographies of Kit Carson (probably one of the most famous fellers in your neck of the woods...er...desert) which of course included quite a bit of Navajo (and Ute) history. One of Carson's memorable quotes was something along the line of, "The only folks Indians (I think he was specifically referring to the Utes) hate more than the white man...is other Indians." The Navajos, Utes, and Apaches definitely weren't buddies.
You could probably give me a confirmation of all this ramblin' I just did, I reckon.
As a 68 year old who is often confused by who looks back from the mirror I get it, still a girl not yet a woman to quote Britney Spears. The age related friendships, the endless lust for that special curvature. I am not a joiner but have decided to look at some joining. Groups that have multiple ages and legit interesting gatherings all while staying happily married. Anyhow I feel you TC.
On another note if in the Excited States of America the vote goes a certain way your Canadian roots call…
All of that makes perfect sense to me, though I prefer Epicureans to Stoics. I have comic books on the wall of my office. Warhammer miniatures on my desk and in the closet (where I paint them). Lots of other nerd stuff about. Younger people are typically easier to relate to. I'm not over 50 though. Not quite yet.
Raquel Welch...there I said it. A bit later on, Pam Grier...and ALL those lovely Playboy centerfolds, hell, the writing was all that and a bag of chips too. Seriously, you could do a "who's who" of great writers that filled Playboy over the decades.
Being 62, I do have Peter Pan Syndrome, throughout my life I still have the delight, wonder and enthusiasm for a great deal, especially my wife, the chocolate colored love of my life. Having said that, I have always appreciated the other forms, sizes, colors, etc. of those of the opposite sex, and will hopefully do so till the day I pass. (Hopefully not in some sick dementia filled way)
This whole longevity journey while trying to be as big and strong as possible seems to be a confusion of the senses at times. My body from the neck down looks 30-40 year old top flight bodybuilder from the 70's (currently), and as John said, the face that looks back in the mirror...well, who the hell is that? Having not been natural for 48 years, I'm a raging hormone 24/7 as is, so yes, I am NOT your average old fart, lol. Just saying my sexuality isn't diminishing with age, it's evolving.
This whole internet porn thing has transformed the way almost every man of a "certain" age now approaches his sexuality, and it's not always a happy story. I know a plethora of men who's lives, their families (past pretense) have imploded with their addiction to what's on that screen, and the ideas/ideals that they now hold to "normal women". That is the 800 pound gorilla in the room, and I have seen the fall out firsthand.
Is it nostalgia to think the days of Playboy and the like was a better, simpler time?
Just a rambling post I know, tends to happen with my insomnia at times, hope you all have a wonderful weekend, while here in Minnesota we're digging out from the 1st snowfall of the season...meh.
What would you say if I told you I met Raquel? I wager you'd be pretty-ty impressed. Well, I didn't meet her, but I met her SISTER. Does that count? I also lived down the street from the high school they attended in La Jolla, so I probably ingested some long -ago shed epithelial cells from Raquel. That's gotta' count for something, right? (I hear you on the internet porn thing. Add to that the thousand of Instagram and TikTok fitness girls and it's easy to see how male expectations have been fucked up.)
I am feeling this post on so many levels. Most important, Fist Contact is THE best ST movie. I was that naked lady and NOT being her anymore is….. not as fun as being her. I’ve always been an old lady, hilariously enough, in a lot of ways that sort of made me the odd young person and I’m still young in some ways that keep me in touch with the young. I feel strangely capable of meeting both sides somewhere on the field but the problem with socializing is that I DON’T WAAAAAANT TO!!!!!!! Because I’m a severe introvert and a bit of a social retard. But yeah, I can dig that stoicism jive and I need to do socializing because it’s one of those things that will keep me alive (and I take that kinda seriously). I miss living in a place where they have Sunday Assembly. I was making progress there.
Yay for First Contact! I hear you about the socializing, but part of my problem was there just wasn't anyone worth socializing with. They few people that I do know and like are a joy to be with and I find being with them invigorating. Might you too, if you find the right people? (You made me check out Sunday Assembly and it sounded good, but alas, none around these parts.)
Interesting.................................. As George Bernard Shaw said: “Youth is the most beautiful thing in this world—and what a pity that it has to be wasted on children!”
Oh no, there's that word, "Interesting"! Your father-in-law has had two responses to anything I've ever introduced him to: "Interesting" and "Different." After years of being exposed to those two words, I've figured out that "Interesting" means he was indifferent to it and "different" means he thought it was shite. Glad you didn't think it was shite (Har-har!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9fINlJpDyCE
Very, very nice work. Classic TC.
This is the kind of stuff at which you stand at the top of the pile. Keep it up.
(Oh, please edit your article: it's "conformations")
"Please edit..." What? You're offended by the typo? How do you know it wasn't deliberate? Some of the Indian tribes in the Southwest, when making jewelry, would deliberately add a flaw to the final product to show that life itself is imperfect and finite. How do you know I wasn't doing that? (did you buy it?)
That's gotta be it! You are too impeccably precise for there to be any other reason!
That reminds me:
I've been all over the Navajo reservation off and on over the years including once following Google maps to an "end of the line" situation. It's an interesting place.
I've also read some biographies of Kit Carson (probably one of the most famous fellers in your neck of the woods...er...desert) which of course included quite a bit of Navajo (and Ute) history. One of Carson's memorable quotes was something along the line of, "The only folks Indians (I think he was specifically referring to the Utes) hate more than the white man...is other Indians." The Navajos, Utes, and Apaches definitely weren't buddies.
You could probably give me a confirmation of all this ramblin' I just did, I reckon.
Good morning,
As a 68 year old who is often confused by who looks back from the mirror I get it, still a girl not yet a woman to quote Britney Spears. The age related friendships, the endless lust for that special curvature. I am not a joiner but have decided to look at some joining. Groups that have multiple ages and legit interesting gatherings all while staying happily married. Anyhow I feel you TC.
On another note if in the Excited States of America the vote goes a certain way your Canadian roots call…
Thanks for your writing.
Let me know how the groups go, please. (I do hear the siren call of the Great North lately...)
I will let you know how they go. Feel free to connect if you like.
john@franklinindustrial.com
All of that makes perfect sense to me, though I prefer Epicureans to Stoics. I have comic books on the wall of my office. Warhammer miniatures on my desk and in the closet (where I paint them). Lots of other nerd stuff about. Younger people are typically easier to relate to. I'm not over 50 though. Not quite yet.
And Aubrey Was Her Name still likes you! Imagine that!
Heya,
Raquel Welch...there I said it. A bit later on, Pam Grier...and ALL those lovely Playboy centerfolds, hell, the writing was all that and a bag of chips too. Seriously, you could do a "who's who" of great writers that filled Playboy over the decades.
Being 62, I do have Peter Pan Syndrome, throughout my life I still have the delight, wonder and enthusiasm for a great deal, especially my wife, the chocolate colored love of my life. Having said that, I have always appreciated the other forms, sizes, colors, etc. of those of the opposite sex, and will hopefully do so till the day I pass. (Hopefully not in some sick dementia filled way)
This whole longevity journey while trying to be as big and strong as possible seems to be a confusion of the senses at times. My body from the neck down looks 30-40 year old top flight bodybuilder from the 70's (currently), and as John said, the face that looks back in the mirror...well, who the hell is that? Having not been natural for 48 years, I'm a raging hormone 24/7 as is, so yes, I am NOT your average old fart, lol. Just saying my sexuality isn't diminishing with age, it's evolving.
This whole internet porn thing has transformed the way almost every man of a "certain" age now approaches his sexuality, and it's not always a happy story. I know a plethora of men who's lives, their families (past pretense) have imploded with their addiction to what's on that screen, and the ideas/ideals that they now hold to "normal women". That is the 800 pound gorilla in the room, and I have seen the fall out firsthand.
Is it nostalgia to think the days of Playboy and the like was a better, simpler time?
Just a rambling post I know, tends to happen with my insomnia at times, hope you all have a wonderful weekend, while here in Minnesota we're digging out from the 1st snowfall of the season...meh.
Take care.
What would you say if I told you I met Raquel? I wager you'd be pretty-ty impressed. Well, I didn't meet her, but I met her SISTER. Does that count? I also lived down the street from the high school they attended in La Jolla, so I probably ingested some long -ago shed epithelial cells from Raquel. That's gotta' count for something, right? (I hear you on the internet porn thing. Add to that the thousand of Instagram and TikTok fitness girls and it's easy to see how male expectations have been fucked up.)
Good article ! Enjoyed it
Thanks, Marina! Wish Brian well for me.
I am feeling this post on so many levels. Most important, Fist Contact is THE best ST movie. I was that naked lady and NOT being her anymore is….. not as fun as being her. I’ve always been an old lady, hilariously enough, in a lot of ways that sort of made me the odd young person and I’m still young in some ways that keep me in touch with the young. I feel strangely capable of meeting both sides somewhere on the field but the problem with socializing is that I DON’T WAAAAAANT TO!!!!!!! Because I’m a severe introvert and a bit of a social retard. But yeah, I can dig that stoicism jive and I need to do socializing because it’s one of those things that will keep me alive (and I take that kinda seriously). I miss living in a place where they have Sunday Assembly. I was making progress there.
Yay for First Contact! I hear you about the socializing, but part of my problem was there just wasn't anyone worth socializing with. They few people that I do know and like are a joy to be with and I find being with them invigorating. Might you too, if you find the right people? (You made me check out Sunday Assembly and it sounded good, but alas, none around these parts.)