I'm Back

I haven't posted in several months because ...

Well, I prioritize my Car Style Critic and Art Contrarian blogs.  Plus I travel a fair amount.  And then there's life to be lived as external factors emerge such as last week's high school classmates annual get-together.

I feel kinda guilty about non-blogging here.  So I came up with what might be The Solution.

It seems that towards the end of many afternoons I run out of internet-related things to do.  Worked on posts for the other blogs.  Read all that interested me on the blogs I follow.  Finished gathering images of automobiles for the styling blog.  But at this point I'm tired and am not in the mood for coming up with topics for Retired Blowhard.

The answer to this problem (I hope) is to create a System.

The system involves making a list of potential topics every so often while having my afternoon Starbucks.  Flip open a paper napkin, pull out my ballpoint pen and begin thinking and associating.  Today, with no distractions, I came up with 20 subjects by the time my "tall drip" was drunk.  Then I write in the afternoon when I've run out of other things to do yet have a topic available.

My idea is to post something once or twice per week unless I'm on the road.  I hope this works.  But no guarantee.

My LII- Year Habit

Traditions, habits -- those sorts of things can be worthwhile.  Or silly.  I suspect that one of my longest-term traditions has been drifting towards the silly side for, oh, decades.

LII years ago I watched the first Super Bowl football game where my beloved Vince Lombardi- coached Greek Bay Packers beat the Kansas City Chiefs.  The following year proved more difficult to watch because whereas I was a Packers fan, at the time I also was a fan of their opponent, the Oakland Raiders.  Then it was the New York Jets beating the Baltimore Colts which gave the upstart American Football League credibility.

And on and on over the years.

I have made it a point to watch at least a tiny bit of each Super Bowl ever played.  Often, I had no interest in who was playing, didn't care who won or lost, but made sure to watch perhaps three or so plays just to say that I had viewed it.

This year, extending my streak to LII, I drove over to the University Book Store where I knew the game would be televised.  (My TV is not plugged in and I don't have cable service.)  So I did watch about three plays and walked away, over to the book sections.

I don't think my behavior is crazy -- it's not destructive in any way.  But silly?  Yes, I admit to that.

The Changing Meaning of Chickensh*t

For at least the last ten years and probably much longer, I've been seeing the term "chickensh*t" implying cowardice.

It wasn't that way when I was younger.

Back then, it meant petty, arbitrary rules or orders that were annoying, rather useless, and a form of (possibly unintentional) low-grade harassment.

As for cowardice, the work "chicken" was used.

If I were a conspiracy theorist, I might claim that "they" wanted people not to have a term like chickensh*t for the petty, arbitrary, annoying, rather useless rules or orders "they" were giving us.

Remember When Only About 30% Were Smart Enough for College?

The current (January-February 2018) issue of the Atlantic includes an article titled "The World Might Be Better Off Without College for Everyone" by Bryan Caplan -- link here.

It reminded me that back when I was college age (late 1950s) I sometimes heard or read the somewhat casual observation that to graduate from a decent (or better) college or university, one had to have an IQ of about 110 or better. That works out to around 25 or 30 percent of the population being that capable.

Elementary and secondary schools generally did a better job of basic skills preparation in those days. And on the job-hiring end, there was probably a lot less credentialism than now. The result was that not having a college degree wasn't a career crippler.

I think that system was better balanced than the current one whereby vocational education is often downplayed and in some cases eliminated from the high school curriculum for some reason related to "esteem-building."

In recent times I've heard calls for everyone getting a college education.  The fantasy behind this notion was that professional-level jobs would suddenly appear to absorb the universal attainment of higher education.  But if higher education is actually or even potentially universal, then the term "higher" no longer applies: college simply becomes added years of high school.  Which might be happening anyway, given all those college majors with two-word names, the second word being "Studies."

Censoring "Fake News"

When I was a lot younger appeals for bringing in experts to resolve or manage problems seemed entirely reasonable.  Some readers might even recall advertisements featuring an actor dressed up as a physician urging us to use some product or another.  Nowadays, appeals to authority seem to lack the punch they used to have: folks are getting a lot more skeptical.

Today's political climate finds major news media engaged in a nonstop effort to destroy the President.  All too often a negative story is presented, only to be sheepishly retracted when proven false.  This is "fake news."

There has been discussion of restricting dissemination of fake news -- try Googling on "censoring fake news" to see some examples.

Related to that are other efforts afoot to to have media providers ban Internet items that various "victim" groups claim to be offensive.  And over in Europe, governments might be beginning to take steps to ban political speech by certain parties that established parties consider unworthy.

Who would be brought in to judge what tweets, blog posts, etc. are worthy of being banned?  Why, some supposed experts ... who themselves surely have biases.

What we would have is a form of thought control, no matter what part of the political spectrum is in charge of the operation.  Open, unfettered speech, no matter how politically offensive it might be to certain people, is the best way to avoid dictatorship.

None of the above is original thinking on my part.  Nevertheless, the ideas are worth repeating in these confused, troubled times.

Staying in Fancy Hotels

That's a photo of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel in Honolulu taken after it opened in 1927.  Not shown is its famous pink color.

I've visited it many times, walking its public areas, poking around its shops and having a drink and bar food on its grounds.  But I never stayed there.

Truth is, I've stayed in very few famous hotels.  That's mostly because I can't afford to or cannot justify the added expense compared to more affordable nearby lodging.   And when I was on sales trips for my little consulting business I stayed at Motel 6s plenty of times.  (Tip: the better ones were more distant from those in central city sites.)

Nevertheless, I have overnighted in a few iconic hotels, usually when traveling with my late wife.  In most cases it was because we were able to get good rates.

Our best deal was at the Mark Hopkins in San Francisco where we got upgraded to a suite a floor or two down the the famous Top of the Mark bar.  I also stayed at the Waldorf-Astoria in New York, once while on a consulting project and in the fall of 2016 because we were in town and wanted to do it because it would soon close for a major renovation.  Later that trip we stayed a couple nights at the Chateau Frontenac in Québec in part due to my wife's failing health.

And that was it so far as iconic hotels are concerned.  Well, until I learned of a sweet deal for staying at the original part of the Royal Hawaiian.  Will be there early in 2018.

Christmas in Philadelphia, 1966

Philadelphia had a big Christmas Eve snowfall in 1966 and I was unfortunate enough to be there.

I entered grad school at Penn in the fall of 1966.  That was before airline deregulation, so air fares were somewhat expensive.  I was on what they called a teaching fellowship, with tuition paid and a salary sufficient for basic needs, but not for extras such as flying home to Seattle for Christmas break.  Moreover, I hadn't put down roots in Philly and no one knew me well enough yet to think about inviting me for the holidays.

So on Christmas Eve day I took the streetcar to nearby downtown Philadelphia and poked around to help fill the day.  Went window shopping on Walnut Street, gazed across Rittenhouse Square, visited Wanamaker's department store near City Hall.  City Hall had a huge statue of "Billy" Penn atop it, and Wanamaker's had a large eagle statue inside.  During these wanderings, it started to snow -- lightly at first, then building up.  Sensing that matters were getting worse, I retreated to my little apartment on the top floor of a converted row house on Pine Street, between 39th and 40th.

Next morning was Christmas.  The snow had stopped, and there was about a foot of snow all over everything including the streets.  Besides being Christmas Day, it also was a Sunday so almost nothing was being done to clear streets and sidewalks.  I opened the few presents my parents had sent me and decided that I really wanted a copy of the Sunday New York Times.

The only place that might have newspapers was the 30th Street railroad station, about a mile away.  I trudged through the deep snow and silent streets because the streetcars weren't running and eventually got there.  Sure enough, there was a news stand with copies of the Times sent down by train.  Getting home was easier because I discovered that the Market Street subway line was working, so I rode a train to 40th Street, about half a mile from my place.  Spent the afternoon reading the paper and looking ahead to Monday when the city would begin to come alive again.