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Friday, May 15, 2015

MY LIFE: How I deal with people and maybe why I'm not always the most popular

Thus has got me in trouble, or, at least, not the most popular or liked person. But I pretty much take this approach to everyone. Long as they're not hurting anyone, why not?

DUBNER: You remember the train? Yeah. And he’s having this phone conversation literally as if there’s no one else in the world, which is like a sign of focus or some– oblivion. And but I think that that– you know, I realized a long time ago, when you write about or with people who do unusual things, right? So like, Levitt is an unusual scholar. A lot of the people that we’ve written about in our books are similarly unusual scholars or researchers. Sudhir Venkatesh comes to mind, this guy who Levitt worked with a lot who did research on drug dealers and other stuff. And you realize that when people do very unusual things, particularly for a living, that we really appreciate, we can’t also then turn it around and just say, “But I want them to be exactly normal in every other way.” Right? The things that make people extraordinary almost inherently dictate that they’re gonna be kind of not normal in the way that we think are normal people. So rather than say, “Well, I love that guy’s work, but he’s really weird in this way,” or whatnot, we- I like to just think of them as: these are unusual people, and we appreciate the upside, and we kinda, you know, the other oblivious part–we’ll, it’s cool. We just live with it.

LEVITT: So I would- I mean, there’s a sense in which society pins us down. And tells us- Like there’s things you’re supposed to do and not supposed to do. And you think a lot about the other person. And you learn not to follow the thing that interests you, or the joy, and live for the moment. I mean, a lot of pressure, I think. And, like, you know, I wrote this this paper about abortion and crime. And it was a long time ago in the 90’s, and my co-author was John Donohue. And after it became controversial, he was very upset. He said, “I don’t get invited to parties anymore,” right? “People are so upset at what we wrote in that paper, I don’t get invited to parties.” And he thought that was bad. And so– and I think if you live in a world where you care about whether you get invited to parties, then you have a hard time being true to what you wanna be. And I think we’ve kinda adopted a stance of, “We don’t care if we get invited to parties.” And we’re lucky, you know–we’re lucky enough to have a platform and the freedom to not have real jobs and pursue what we love. And that’s– I don’t know. That’s a wonderful thing to have. And I think we just– we just live in it, and not–don’t worry about it. What do you think?

Thursday, June 12, 2008

CULTURE/SOCIETY: A List of Blogs From Peace Corps Volunteers In The Country Where I Was

Just in case you're interested, an old Peace Corps buddy sent me a link to this page that has links to blogs from Peace Corps volunteers who are now serving in the African country where I lived for a few years. - OlderMusicGeek

Another link to the same page

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

CULTURE/SOCIETY: A Wonderful Christmas Story from a Wiccan

This is the current entry on The Sassy Witch's blog. I think it speaks for itself. - OlderMusicGeek

Monday, December 11, 2006
doing a good deed

Okay, I wrote a letter to a local radio station that grants Christmas wishes. I wrote about my daughter's friend who was in foster care and when she aged out her foster parents kicked her out. She moved about for a couple weeks and then one day needed a ride to work (she can't drive due to an eye condition). I took her to work and from there she just kind of moved in. She stayed with us most of the summer and walked to work in 98 degree weather 6 miles to get to work. I would pick her up at night.

I had her save her money all summer and by mid August we were ready to apartment hunt. We looked at some terrible places and in some bad neighborhoods. One place we looked at was really cheap. I found out why. It was horrible. I took one look and looked at the girls and said, "get in the car." We finally found a wonderful apartment in a renovated house. It was very cute and I saw lots of potential. We got to paint it before she moved in. It was great. September first she officially moved in and I remember her first night we left her there she was crying and hugging my daughter. I understand what it is like to be young and on your own for the first time. It is scary. I told her we were not far away and she is still a part of our family. Since then she is doing much better and not so scared.

Anyway, I wrote a letter because she desperately needs an eye exam and new glasses and I know that is not in her budget right now. I also wished she could have a recliner or loveseat to sit on besides my two lawn chairs or the floor. I wrote about all she had been through and how hard she is working to be successful but there were still things she could use some help with.

The radio station called me and said they were going to get her that eye exam and glasses, a gift certificate to the mall for work clothes and a limo to drive her there since she doesn't drive. Also, she got her choice of a loveseat or recliner. They weren't done yet. They also got her a one year bus pass since she rides the public bus to and from work! I was speechless! I was so happy they were doing all this for her!


Today was the first of the gifts. I picked her up and took her to lunch (chinese). We went to the furniture store and the lady said we had 400.00 to work with. We found a loveseat that was also a double recliner. It was very soft (microfiber) and in the price range. The lady who was helping us said that she wanted to accessorize the loveseat. She gathered three decorative throw pillows, a silk sofa shawl, three picture frames and a small table with four shelves and wicker baskets on the shelves! I was blown away by her generosity! I kept thanking her and Daniell who is rather timid and shy was staring wide eyed at everything. She wispered to me at one point, "This is more than we were suppose to get." I wispered back, "Just go with it!" The radio station sent over some people to load it all in a van and take it to her apartment. They carried it up the stairs and set it up for her. They took some pictures and we shook their hands and thanked them. It was so great all they did to make her Christmas. I am so happy for her. I love her like another daughter and no one I could think of deserves this more than she.

Next stop is the mall and eye doctor. She has an appointment on January 7th and my daughter and I get to go with her in the limo to the mall! I want to be there for her eye appointment and hear what the doctor has to say. I'm so happy for her! She laughed at me and said, "You're so giddy I think you are more excited than I am." I said, "No, I just show my emotions more than most people." She laughed at me and gave me a big hug and said thanks for making her Christmas so special. It was worth it just to see the smile on her face and the look in her eyes. She just kept saying, "WOW."

posted by Sassy Witch @ Monday, December 11, 2006 0 comments

Sunday, November 05, 2006

CULTURE/SOCIETY and ENTERTAINMENT: Are You Seeking an Artist? Do So at Your Own Peril!

This is from the blog of my my old comic book club buddy, Fuad1138. I don't think he'll mind me reprinting it. - OlderMusicGeek

RE: Are you seeking an artist...?

Reply to: gigs-227511919@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-10-29, 8:46PM EST

I have a Question for advertisers who are, "seeking artists".

Let me ask you...How many artists do you know?
Have you met many people, personally, who are capable of performing the tasks you need accomplished? Do you know a dozen? Five? Two? ANY...?

Do you think it is common to find someone with a combination of natural ability, training AND working experience in the art field?
...Someone who can give you the produce you need, with any degree of quality and professionalism?

We're not too common, are we? Not easy to find, huh?

Let me give you a clue, for free! ; There are three times as many neuro-surgeons in the world than there are professional artists.
There are almost twice as many tenured college professors.
There are approximately 12 times as many certified auto mechanics, and up to 400 times as many people working as professionals in the IT field.

So, let me ask... if you had an anneurism, would you ask a neuro-surgeon to operate on it with the payment of "having his work shown"?
Would you barter for a university education by telling the professor that he could display your PHD in his portfolio?
Would you try to have your fuel injection system rebuilt for $20, by promising that you'd give him a ride a couple of times afterward?

Precisely what the hell is wrong with you people?
We professional artists are just that- professionals. It's a career, if not more. (A calling, to most.) It's a finely honed skill, which, most would argue, needs to be based first upon an innate talent that the vast majority never possess to begin with.

So why do you continue to ask us to do work for little or nothing?

If our work isn't worth anything, why do you need it so badly?

A few T-Shirts is not payment.
Neither is the chance to have people see our work displayed at some auto show somewhere. Nor is it free copies of your silly magazine, full credit on your indie film, or anything else of the like.
Payment is payment.

Have some respect for our craft, and stop treating us like hobbyists. This is not something we do on Sunday afternoons to kill time before the game. This is our career. Treat it as such, for christ's sake.

You want to pay in T-Shirts? Try cruising the local high-school's art class.

Just remember... you get what you pay for.

(I apologize to everyone for this rant. It had to be done. Soul-cleansing vents, and all that.)

This is in or around truth, universal. No -- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interest.

Compensation: Take this to heart, and your compensation will be a slightly less ignorant existence.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

CULTURE/SOCIETY: A Site of a Friend and One form a Relative

If you what see what kind of people I know in the REAL world - as opposed to the virtual world - here are a couple of websites.

http://www.freddgorham.com/ - this is the site from old buddy of mine I met in the comic book club I have been in for over 25 years and since I was in high school. He was going to a famous comic book artist. He still does some comics and artwork for gaming magazines, but earns his big bucks as website developer.

Harmonica 23 - my kid brother's website. He's actually in his early 30's, so he's not a kid. But he's ten years younger than me, so he'll always be my kid brother!

Friday, February 24, 2006

CULTURE/SOCIETY and HUMOR: Two Stories Involving Me, My Daughter, Nazis, a Co-Worker and Anthrax

Well, here are two stories I put in my last mass emailing to my friends, but I figured casual readers might appreciate these stories too. - OlderMusicGeek.

My daughter was looking at my hand. I don’t know remember the whys or wherefores, but she was looking at it. And she asked me if I had been captured by Nazis.

I was, of course, startled and didn’t understand at first what she was talking about. “What?! Why are you asking me that?!”

“You have blue numbers on your hand!”

At work, I was doing a job that dealt with a lot of boxes, so I was writing the number of the boxes on my hand so I would have them handy (hey, I made a bad pun!). (And yes, they do have paper at my work! But my hand is closer and don’t have to keep grabbing it to get the box number!)

I shook my head at my daughter’s response. “Those numbers were put on the forearm, not the hand. And how do you know about those numbers?”

Turns out somebody came and talked at their school about the Holocaust, and that’s how she was able to make that joke. This kid is sometimes too smart for me!



At work, we open a bunch of mail. This lady who was working next to me asked me what we should do if we find some white powder in an envelope.

"Why?" I asked dragging the word out a little bit. After a pause - "Did you find some white powder?"

"No," she laughed, "I was just wondering."

Being a smart alec, I said, "I think you should smell it and taste it just be sure if it is anthrax." (A friend, after reading this, said he would suggest doing something with a straw!)

She laughed. "Seriously though, what would you do?"

"Well," I thought, "I guess I would jump out of my chair, wave my arms wildly in the air, and yell at the top of my lungs, 'Anthrax!!!'."

Then after a pause, "That's probably what I would do, though I'm not sure if that's what we're suppose to do. I guess we should find out."

So as we were going out, we talked to our supervisor who has the nickname of Baby Boss. This is because she's not the real boss, just something of a supervisor.

"Hey, Baby Boss..." Yes, I do call her Baby Boss. There are some advantages to being 20 years older than your immediate supervisor, and with a junk job like I got, I make sure to use those advantages!

"Hey, Baby Boss, what are we suppose to do if we find some white powder in an envelope?"

“Um, I don’t know. Run away screaming?”

Then I turned to the woman I had been talking to, and said, “See, I told you!”

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