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Make me happy

Michael 11 Comments

I think I might have figured out why that sad pack of humanity in Washington DC are all so unhappy all the time. They have no happy place. They have places where others can be miserable which allows them to be seem grander, and they think that makes them happy, but it doesn’t. They have places where they can openly insult, harass, and persecute others, and they can feel superior thinking that makes them happy, but it doesn’t.  The have places where they are expected to lie, cheat, and steal resulting in the collection of more wealth than one person can spend thinking that makes them happy, but it doesn’t. No, none of that does. None of that makes for a happy place.

A happy place is that placed where you can smile and although others may not understand, you smile so big that they will smile along with you. There are three things necessary for something to make you happy. It has to be pleasing or contented. It has to be satisfying. You have to be confident that what is pleasing to you isn’t harming anyone else.

And if you want to move from happiness to ecstasy, encourage someone else to be happy. No, don’t just encourage them, help them to find their happy place and to be happy.

Last week in ROAMcare’s Flashback Friday post we discussed happy places. I’ve written something similar in days gone by. Regarding happy places, the things that stop you in your tracks and bring a smile to your face, that these are not the pillars of happiness, the really big life changing events that come to mind when you think life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness type happiness, but are the little things that are part of getting us from one hour to the next, the things that turn drudgery into something faintly tolerable. They are the things and places that barely register to the rest of the world yet bring you profound happiness.      

There is a destination in Pittsburgh that personifies happiness. Called an artistic wonderland, Randyland, founding in 1995 by Randy Gilson and Mac McDermott, is a massive, unique outdoor art installation that captures the fun in everyday, reused, and upcycled material. It grew from Gilson’s pre-Randyland days when he engaged in “guerilla gardening,” turning vacant lots into explosions of color and life.

Randyland is a happy place, one of those unusual spots that, although not for everyone, is for everyone, and is where you can’t not find something to smile about and leave happier from. It is unabashedly one of those quirky places that nobody was ever going to say couldn’t be done. And it doesn’t hurt anybody. 

Find your happy place. You can do it. And others around you will be happier for it too.

 

 

Happy Half Year!

Michael 4 Comments

Ahh July! One of the two months tossed in by the Caesars Julius and Augustus rendering the clues to the position in the calendar by their names of September through December moot.

The month that added pages to calendars and is the reason February holds the short end of the day stick started in the hubris of a petty little tyrant. (Warning, Donober may be just around the corner.)

Still there are some good things that came out of July. Not only does July contain within its weeks National Hot Dog Day (on the undoubtedly soon to be more available July 4) it is in its entirety National Watermelon Month and National Ice Cream Month, perhaps not at the same time. Fun fact(?) or perhaps Sad fact, the Fourth of July was not declared a federal holiday until 1938.

Not only was it in July (the one in 1687 specifically) that Isaac Newton published Principia, that contains within its pages his laws of gravity and motion, it was also in July (the one in 2001) that the wildly popular sit-com “The Office” premiered (the British production). And it was on July 13, 1923 that some future real estate tycoon erected the famous HOLLYWOODLAND letters in Griffith Park on Mount Lee above Beachwood Canyon that you might be more familiar with as the Hollywood sign after the last four letters were taken down in 1949.

For the fans of vaccines, and other reasonably intelligent people, it was in July that the rabies vaccine was first given to a patient. Microbiologist Louis Pasteur administered the vaccine to a nine-year-old boy bitten by a rabid dog on July 6, 1885.

For those who think weird like me, July is the first month of the second half of the year. In yesterday’s Uplift we suggested July is a good time to reaffirm your New Years Resolution. Ours is to find something everyday that makes you start the day smiling inside and work on that until the smile defines you. Read more about it at Half Year Resolutions. It’s good. Trust me.

Mid-century modern

Michael 9 Comments

From newspaper columnists to social media influencers (gag), oodles of people, some een intelligent, have been running “best of the first quarter of the century” lists. Don’t worry, I’m not joining them. You don’t have to stop reading before it turns boring. It may turn boring, but that won t be because if a list of my top ten anythings from the last 25 years.

Frankly, I’m not so sure we’ve completed the first quarter of the century. Go back to kindergarten, earlier for the more precocious of you. When you count, do you start at zero? No, you start at one. No matter how you look at it, we may have gone through 25 years starting with a 2, but only 24 of them were in the twenty-first century. So maybe next year, after we’ve completed the quarter of the century, I might make a list or two.

One thing all these spurious lists have done is make me think what significant progress we have made – not in the last 25 years, but in the last 75. I picked 75 years because that brings us mid-century of the twentieth century. I don’t go back quite that far but I am ld enough to be an American mid-century classic, built in the 50s. Some parts still original.

I grew up during the 60s, a period of civil unrest in a town where everybody was wary of everybody. Other areas had racial issues. We were siloed off by nationalities – Italians, Greeks, Croatians, Irish, and then overlaid racial tensions. But it wasn’t so bad. Since nobody could be top dog, we learned long before the rest of the world we can probably do better by ignoring the obvious difference and concentrate on the things we have in common, like some terrific ethnic dishes. Laugh if you will, but 70 years later, Nationality Days still fill the air with the aroma of everyone’s “old country” kitchens and several interesting fusions.

By the time we got to the 90s, it looked like the rest of the county was starting to embrace the whole melting pot idea.and it was working. And then some 5 foot 9 inch 300 pound spray tanned orange manwhore came along and convinced all the backward hat wearing men and their husky, tattooed women that the world needs more hatred. Weak as they were an still are, the sniffling crowd sucked up to his man girdle and begged for more kool-aid.

But in the meantime, start making those best of lists of the twenty-first century and we can revisit them next year. Maybe we’ll all be in a better mood by then – if we haven’t all died from preventable diseases that they burned all the vaccines for.

Lovable Loser

Michael 5 Comments

The block of pine whittled into the shape of approaching that of a 4 wheeled vehicle sat perched atop the hilltop created by the wooden track. Someone blew a whistle, someone else started a stopwatch, a third someone dropped the pins holding back the blocks of pine. The Pinewood Derby, a mainstay to this day in Cub Scouting, was underway!

I never won The Derby. I remember coming close but my memory doesn’t extend to remembering how many places down the leaderboard I considered close back when my age could be expressed in single digits. But I definitely remember not winning. I remember that because each year I tried to do better. I think I did. I do remember the dads saying how much faster everyone got this year.

I also remember we didn’t have any juggernauts in the wood race car circuit. No one was a perennial powerhouse. Someone new always took home the big trophy. (I have no recollection of this at all other than my intuition but I’m pretty sure that big trophy stood about 3, maybe 4 inches high.)

The pinewood derby isn’t the only thing I never won. It heralded in a lifetime of losing. I don’t mind. Sometimes it gets old never getting to take home the big trophy. But along the way I’ve amassed an impressive number of little trophies, plaques, and certificates.

There were losses in Little League baseball, high school baseball and basketball, college bowling, gun club skeet shooting, and car club rallying. Actually, at the car club I do have a few first-place plaques but only in the novice division rallies. There too the big trophies eluded me.

Another set of competitions I’ve proudly lost at have been speech contests. Going back to high school forensics competitions I’ve only ever come tantalizingly close to a trophy I’d have to readjust the shelves in the bookcase to display. Even today, after countless attempts at Toastmasters International World Series of Public Speaking I’ve never broken past the district level, leaving me only halfway to the international stage and the really big trophy.

I’m happy with my life of loserdom. Each time I didn’t win, or won only to put me back into a more competitive position, I learned something about myself, what got me that far, what I need to go farther. Toastmasters has a rule, if you ever win the WSOP, you cannot compete again, not even all the way back at the club level contests. You’re one and done. I think it’s a sound system.

We looked at winning, losing, and learning, in this week’s Uplift, Run the Good Life. We said, “Winning isn’t everything. Not quitting is! Run the race so you get the most out of life,” and much, much more. Go on, take a look.

Buddy can you spare a billion

Michael 13 Comments

One of the annoyances of being addicted to 70 and 80 year old movies (and older even), is having to translate certain period references to their twenty-first century equivalents, most notably (at least for this discussion), is money. As in, the value of money.

An obvious fact of money is that money of this year is almost always going to be worth less than money next year. (Eventually it will likely become worthless but that is a discussion for a different day.) The point being, when someone in a movie made in 1933 tosses down a dollar coin in payment for a meatloaf dinner, pie, and coffee – and gets change(!) you instinctively know money went a lot farther then. (Further?) (Whatever). Those aren’t so bothersome. But when someone says something like, “I want to put $1,000 down on Nag #1 to win in the third race,” I get to wondering, just how much is that guy gambling.

I did some research, and I found out that $1,000 American dollars in 1933, when adjusted for inflation is the rough equivalent of $24,000-$27,000 today (depending on whose rate of inflation you want to apply. So our erstwhile horse race lover is splurging with let’s say $25,000 on his horse race.

Some of the more criminal endeavors in the so called gilded age were really up there. A garden variety kidnapping when the perpetrators then demand “$50,000 or youse’ll never see da brat again,” are looking for a payout of $1.25 million of today’s dollar bills. (In December 2024 a cryptocurrency executive was kidnapped and returned after a ransom of $1 million was paid so maybe that’s not so far off.) (I wonder if those guys got money or crypto for their ransom???) (Anyway…)

In the 1930s, the richest man in the world was John D. Rockefeller. Topping out at about $1.4 billion 1934 dollars, making him worth $35 billion dollars today. Some would pooh pooh that trifling amount. Today’s richest of the rich are worth over $200 billion dollars, except they aren’t. A billionaire in the 1930s had a billion dollars in dollars. True, some of that might be in the value of their business (in Rockefeller’s case, Standard Oil), but their businesses were worth their values in real dollars. Today’s wealth is more a standard of leverage than liquidity. If John D. wanted to buy the New York Times for $20 million dollars, he would have gone to the bank, taken out $20 million dollars (or maybe he’d get it out of his change jar at home), and paid Adolf Ochs $20 million dollars. (He didn’t do that and probably missed out on a great deal because newspapers were a dime a dozen during the depression years.) Today if someone wanted to buy say Twitter, they’d be lots of stocks transferred and “financial considerations” made but nobody ends up with real folding money to put in their wallets.

The other thing about the difference between 90 years of inflation is that not only has inflation devalued the dollar. So called market adjustments must also be taking into consideration to really determine the purchasing power of a dollar is. Remember those $25,000 dollars oof today’s money that would buy you 1,000 of 1933 dollars. You need about 2&1/2 times that much to buy what $1,000 would buy in 1933. The actual spend equivalent of $1,000 1933 dollars in about $62,000 today.

Put another way, in 1933 the average income was $1,300 per year. The average house cost $5,700 or 4.4 times the annual average income. In 2024, the average U.S. income was $62,000, the average house cost $520,000 or 8.4 times the average annual income. We are actually making more money but getting less spending power. By inflation only, that average $1,300 dollars is about $32,000 today but the average income is almost twice that. By calculating for inflation alone, that $5,700 house should cost $140,000 today. The house price rose 3.4 times higher than the rate of inflation.

Remember those numbers when you read in this morning’s paper that your Senators approved the Big Bastardly Bill taking even more of your money away. I’m sorry, any billionaires reading please, please ignore that last statement. You’re going to get to keep 38% more than you did last year. Everybody else go out for dinner this year. After next year’s tax bill you probably can’t afford meatloaf, pie, and coffee all in one meal.

Who do you think you are

Michael 11 Comments

Recently I’ve been thinking about relationships. Someone dropped a “like” on an older post, “Golden Oldies” as a matter of fact, and it reminded me that I had said the longest relationship I’ve had in my adult life (which itself is pretty damn long) has been with my little roadster. I’ve used that line a few times in blogs posts. I’ve used it a few times in speeches. It’s true you know. That has been my longest relationship outside of family, although now she’s more like family than some family.

Lots of relationships, even the short ones, can become more like family than some family. My partner at ROAMcare is more family than friend, and I can think of another 2 or 3 friends who fit in that category. Along the same line of thought, some acquaintances turn into friends when they really have no good reason to have done so.

I’m not sure where to put those we come across in the blogging world. The ones we connect with are more than just fellow bloggerets. Some we may have actually made our acquaintance with though I would think they are more than acquaintances. I’ve never met another from the blogging world although quite a few have made an impact on me.

In a post about a week ago I quoted Kurt Vonnegut. “We need gangs,” Vonnegut said, “I tell people to formulate a little gang. And, you know, you love each other.” The comments made it clear that here too is a gang. Perhaps that’s how we identify. As gang members.

One of the first of our gang I ran across was Bill Fyfe. Author. Correspondent. Canadian. We’d converse by email, an occasional postal correspondence, and by comments. Nice guy. Bill died a few years ago. His site, WD Fyfe is still active. Three or so years ago I was entered in a Toastmasters’ contest, and I needed a character for a narrative speech. So now in addition to his books and still active site, he is memorialized in a speech on YouTube.

Gang member? Acquaintance? Friend? Other? I don’t know what we are. All of us. There is something that somehow attracted us to each other. Of the 1600 or so” followers,” why is it that there is only a good handful I can call, if I were to call them anything, my gang member friends. That seems a good enough compromise.

In this week’s Uplift we tossed out the idea that one of our needs as fellow humans is to connect with other humans, often other humans who are nothing like us. Check out Opposites Attract and see if you don’t agree.

Different Strokes

Michael 9 Comments

Sometimes I think a lot about these posts and sometimes, okay most of the time, I just spout out whatever is ready to fall out of my brain into the virtual paper. Such a contrast to the work with the Uplift blog. We may have 3 or 4 of those written several weeks before posting. Still, it’s not unusual for some new things to be added closer to publish date. Also, still, it’s not usual that even after reading and re-reading it over and over, we miss an obvious typo or error in fact, last last week when we messed up on Juneteenth’s date. That’s not true, we know exactly the correct date. We mis-read the calendar.

All that is sort of a preface to this week’s post over there. It’s on how not only do we need others to reach our maximum humanity, sometimes, in fact often, we need some of those in our circle to be our opposites. Hold that thought and now add this. Over the weekend I saw a short video done by a record producer and why he thinks “God Only Knows” is the perfect song.

Now that I have you completely confused, let me explain.

We can all agree “God Only Knows” is a perfect song. Intricate harmonies, unique orchestration, surprising use of the French horn, recognizable but subtle baseline. But what makes all those things so memorable, so perfectly memorable, is that each component of the song – intro, verse, bridge, tag – has something that doesn’t belong. An odd inversion, a baseline off key to the melody, a raised fourth. Things that shouldn’t be there. If you take them away, it turns boring, just another song, another forgettable song.

The point is that we need the contrary pieces in life. We need the balance, the roundness, the fullness, that diverse thinking and background, and aspirations bring to our lives.

I could have changed this week’s Uplift to include some of that and between now and then I might, but I know you guys appreciate my weirder comparisons, so I figured this was a better thing to put out into the blogosphere here. So I did. But don’t forget to stop by the ROAMcare site this Wednesday to see the more conventional comparisons.

Short, true. Better than what I might have written considering what the indiot-in-chief has been doing this week. True again. You’re welcome.

Do as you say

Michael 4 Comments

Today we celebrate Juneteenth in America, federal holiday celebrated to commemorate the ending of slavery in the United States. You would correct in thinking that would be a significant milestone to be commemorated throughout our existence, the country being established on the principal that “all men are created equal.”

That’s how this week’s Uplift started. It seems right and wrong all at the same time. Right because even though it came 90 years after those words were written but Jefferson and friends, the US government finally applied them to all people. Wrong because it took another 156 years before the government recognized the application of “all men” to all. Even worse is now, another 4 years down the road and the government is retreated on those words. Now that the people seem to have accepted all people as worthy of the equality afforded to “all men” (well, most of the people seem to have accepted it), the bigot-in-chief and his henchmen people are doing all they can to claw back those words and reapply them only to those pledging fealty.

its not a very happy thought so let me hold on to that and allow you to remember the celebration today truly is. Never again should we allow any people, individually or collectively, to be held subservient to others. We don’t have to like everyone we run across over the course of a lifetime. But we should love them. Love the, as we love ourselves.

You can make a difference. Remember, you don’t have to be perfect. You just have to care.

Perfectly perfect

Michael 10 Comments

It’s Thursday so that means I should put out a (fabulous) post (cleverly) tying in yesterday’s insightful ROAMcare Uplift post. But I can’t think of one so I’ll say goodbye to Brian Wilson, last of the Wilson brothers who with Mike Love and Al Jardine remind us of summer’s good times as soon as we hear any Beach Boys tune. Among the images conjured are surf, sand, and transistor radios on the corner of the beach blanket.

It is interesting that the musical genius behind thighs harmonies was partially deaf. It didn’t seem to hold him back. Proof, I suppose, that difficulties become major or minor according to the severity we assign them. Good, bad, and whatever is in between are a function of us being positive, negative, or apathetic.

Earlier this year I shared a BBC Music video of God Only Knows, which so, so many consider the perfect song. If that is so, this video is the perfect representation of it. Enjoy and celebrate Brian’s genius.

it might not be a great tie-in, but after you listen to God Only Knows, click here and read yesterday’s post, Sailing the Same Sea. It sort of pairs up okay. It’s a nautical theme and is about positivity.

7 Highly Successful Habits

Michael 12 Comments

I have always hated the seeming simplicity of the seventies self-help series. Truth be told, they were mostly from the 80s but I don’t get to use alteration often, so I fudged it. You know the ones I mean. The One Minute Manager, Seven Habits off Highly Effective Name Your Interest Group, The Four Hour Work Week. Mind you, they were transformative and had, and still have great insights, but taken literally you will be a lousy manager, rather ineffective, and likely out of work.

But I found a simplistic approach to life that really can be done in 7 steps, in a matter of minutes, and have oodles of hours leftover for balancing all the life you want. And I found it on the Internet. On social media even! The seven things one must master to become an adult. It was actually one of those cutesy images and its title was ‘7 Habits Every Child Needs to Learn Before They Move Out.’

I have a feeling that the person who posted it might have been holding tongue somewhat tightly to the inside of check, yet still it is the best expression of satisfied human needs since Mazlov drew his pyramid. It is truly to road map and/or GPS directions to a fully fulfilled human type person, stupendous in its simplicity. Unfortunately, I estimate 99.7% of the people out there never mastered, mayhaps never attempted, Habit #7.

What are these magical machinations fledgling humans should be attempting?

1.        Do your laundry. Okay, this was written as what young adults need to learn before moving out of Mommy’s house, but I tell you I know people who do not do their laundry. Grown up people of both sexes and/or genders still transporting bags of laundry from their apartment to parents’ laundry room. And others who use laundry services. This isn’t New York City I live where apartments may or may not have adequate laundering facilities. This is the ‘burbs where washer/dryer combinations are status symbols. Learn to wash you own clothes.

2.        Cook simple meals. I think most semi-adults can pull this off. It might be three different kinds of eggs but I’m willing to go out in a limb and say we got this one. Frozen pizza does not count.

3.        Manage a budget. I’m quite convinced there are too many folks to count who cannot balance a budget. I’d say balance a checkbook but I’m not sure how many people still use a checkbook. If people were good at managing money, why would we be so concerned about needing an account without overdraft fees? I firmly believe banks have gone way the frack overboard with fees of all sorts, but “As long as the machine still takes my debit card, I still have money,” is not a financial plan.

4.        Keep your place clean. I’m not at all against cleaning services. If you can afford a maid, have at it, but know how to handle the basics.

5.        Know how to make appointments. Again, I think most of us can do this. You gotta have one or two gimmes.

6.        Basic maintenance. Yes, the “Check Engine” light means something. Yes, you too might need to work a plunger, and those lightbulbs are not lifetime regardless of what the package says. I’d say this is another gimme.

But now, here we hit the one thing that I think too many adults who have been on their own for decades still cannot figure out, especially those with part time jobs in Washington, DC.

7.        Take responsibility. Need I say more?

Have a happy week!