Apparently believing that dysfunction is normal and good is evil isn’t conducive to peace of mind. I guess trying to see that two plus two equals five all the time must hurt their brains. Well there is the consolation that these people are at least scared and miserable. Now if we can find a way to prevent them from inflicting their madness upon us we’ll be ecstatic.
Tag: happiness
Summertime and the Living is Easy
Day after day of bright sunny weather has spoiled me. I’m now hopelessly cheerful which is disastrous for a conservative blogger in Creepy Uncle Joe’s America. Whereas I should be railing against runaway inflation and fascistic FBI activities, I’m too happy. Whenever I get bored in the house I go outside into the blinding light and I feel my batteries recharging. This Saturday is the last big summer party of the season and I’m anticipating the fun of seeing all the kids one more time before they have to start school again. Burgers and dogs, sausage and peppers, potato salad and watermelon, lemonade and ice cream, and ricotta cheese cake. Just a great way to end a nice hot summer.
I’ve been watching good movies and eating good food for the last couple of days. Brando in Julius Caesar, Mutiny on the Bounty, A Streetcar Named Desire. Chicken chop suey and homemade chicken pot pie. Even watching that goofy Wolf Man movie the other day was a summer indulgence. The end of summer edges us closer to the next milestone of the calendar, Halloween. And that means classic monster movies and not so classic horror movies. And that spells shorter days and the first nip of frost in the air.
Last night it was fifty degrees. The cooling trend is there. Backsliding into the mid-eighties is predicted for next Thursday and onward but the writing is on the wall. Soon the air conditioners will be put away for another year. Lemonade will be off the menu and hot coffee back on. Watermelon will give way to apples and hot soup will reassert itself in the weekly menus that Camera Girl will present me with. And all of this should make me SAD (seasonal affective disorder) but somehow, it’s just too bright and sunny to work the trick. Maybe September will work its melancholy magic on me. But until Labor Day rings the bell on summer I can’t seem to believe in winter just yet.
Looking a little ahead we have “Liz Cheney Appreciation Day” coming up on Tuesday. That’s gonna be a humdinger. I have to see what special celebration I’ll select for that. I’ll try to capture my joy in a special schadenfreudian post that sings the praises of representative democracy when it actually works. Also, Camera Girl has promised to bake me a huckleberry pie from real Montana huckleberries. Wednesday, I meet with the Dunwich Committee to Re-elect Cthulhu. Thursday and Friday I’ll have my chores in support of Saturday’s party and Sunday will be the cleanup. By next Monday I’ll try to develop some post-summer let-down. That will stand me in good stead when trying to summon the gloom and doom needed to opine about the current state of this fallen republic. I’m sure by then Biden or one of the other odious carbuncles that supposedly run this country will have offended the public decency with various high crimes and misdemeanors. By then I’ll have built up a level of bile sufficient to vent my spleen at these toads.
But until then I’m just too darn merry to groan. I’ve got thousands of Yellowstone photos to review and process. I’ve got a load of bug photos from around the grounds and I’ve got repair projects to address. So, pardon me if I whistle a happy tune and luxuriate in the season. Misery is sure to have its day soon. La dolce vita.
How to Fail at Almost Everything and Still Win Big: A Book Review
Scott Adams is best known as the creator of the Dilbert comic strip. In the 1990s and 2000s it was one of the most widely read and enjoyed parts of the common culture. Every cubicle dweller in the western world could commiserate with the trials and tribulations of this geeky everyman. Any engineer of whatever stripe could empathize with the bureaucratic idiocy that Dilbert navigates at every turn.
What people might be less aware of is that Scott Adams has written some other books that are more in the vein of self help. I was unaware of it. The only recent information I had about Adams was his commentary about Donald Trump’s candidacy. Apparently he is somewhat on the right end of the spectrum (although his exact shade is not defined in the present book). But through an article I read on his recent book I became interested to see what kind of advice I could get from Dilbert.
After reading this medium length book (~250 pages) I will say I’m very impressed. It combines advice on health and career in a surprisingly integrated fashion. Without regurgitating the details of the book he ties together diet, exercise, work, play, psychology, innovation, socialization and happiness into a coherent hierarchical plan. The book is laid out into a narrative following the details of Scott’s life from his childhood on. It shows how each of his various failed endeavors contributed to his understanding of what he was doing wrong and what he had learned.
I found the writing style funny and very readable. What really surprised me was how convincing his arguments were. I found myself agreeing with the logic of his perspective on a lot of these topics. Most surprising was how enthusiastic I felt in response to this book. Individually, none of these topics is profound. But wrapping them together I think they provide a powerful stimulus to someone interested in enhancing his own peace of mind and prospects for a happy life. There are all kinds of self help books out there. Some better, some worse. Scott Adams has written one for the everyman who is navigating a world filled with confusing, unhealthy and frivolous choices that distract us from what we need to do (and not do) to be happy.
Because of how positively I viewed the book I decided it was necessary to test my reaction by consulting with the most skeptical authority on life known to man, my wife. I described the thesis of the book in short outline and she provided a rapid decision. It was all just common sense. I objected that the way the advice was presented made it much more valuable than Ben Franklin’s, “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” She still scoffed at my enthusiasm.
So there you have it. It’s a man’s book. Women are the ultimate pragmatists and have little use for common sense handbooks because they already live by simple rules that life dictates for them. I guess men naturally think rules don’t apply to us and therefore allow us to defy common sense and make our own rules. Fine. But I think I did not sufficiently detail the sections of the book that addressed the advice on maximizing success and innovation. Here I believe Scott captures some behaviors and ideas that are applicable to almost anyone who wants to break out of the hum-drum existence of modern day corporate life and build something of his own. If I went over this with my wife I’m sure she’ll tell me it’s just another way of saying, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.”
Damned pessimists. Once I’m rich, powerful and famous she’ll change her tune.
Bravo, Scott Adams, bravo.
