Humility

For GenX and younger. Humility with regards to the Boomers, our elders.

We created the AltRight, which is what was needed at the time. It had served its purpose. It also planted seeds for something magnificent. But that’s it for GenX’s moment as principal actors in a historic drama, for now.

Boomers have their QAnon. Q is aligned with Trump, the catalyst for global liberation from enslavement. Amidst the excitement around us, we’re seeing that there is no such thing as retirement for the Boomers after all. Everybody gets to play twice. And so this election, right now, is their moment the sun.

I’ve said plenty about the feckless Boomers. There are those who continue to administer the intergenerational beatings to them until repentance improves but that’s no longer my task. What needed to be said, was said. At this point I’m not going to try to red-pill a regular-guy Boomer who thinks that Latinos are swell because they’re hard workers. And that’s fine as long as he votes for Trump next month and spends as much time as he can with his White grandchildren.

I’m done with boomer-bashing. What that means in real life is that I will continue to do what I’ve always done when talking with men over the age of about 75 — ask lots of questions about his job when he was starting out, about his earliest recollection of life during his childhood, his opinion about the Presidents over the course of his youth. Ask all kinds of questions because life rushes on faster with each decade and one day they will be gone.

Addendum: early-90s Rock was our music. A worthy echo-supernova to the late-1970s explosion in musical creativity. That said, Pearl Jam is better than anything that came out in the 60s and 70s. Take that as fighin’ words, old man.

110 thoughts on “Humility

  1. Nurse mediocre drinks when conversing with much older chaps, but enticingly. Devise ethereal rotgut excellences with the worthily youthful sunnuhfabyches lining the fronts, not displaying excessive amicability…

  2. From a comment in one of those threads; the boomers gave up the country without even losing a war.

    That’s not accurate, and it’s why I have a deal more empathy for the boomers than I had in the past. We lost a war. We lost WWII. We’ve been under a hostile occupation since then.

    I was thinking of a way to explain everything, when it’s time, to my sons. how come we didn’t do anything? GenX knew! Why’d we fail to act?!

    It took every bit of spiritual energy we had just to recognize that we were living in a lie. Even then, despite the knowledge that something was wrong ****

    **** I’m going to go off on a tangent here for a moment to make my case: In the 90’s, it was incredibly common to acknowledge that there was some “Power” that was controlling us. The Matrix dealt with the question directly, Fight Club dealt with it indirectly, but my favorite example was a throwaway commercial for condoms that aired at some point: angry young white man raging against the world about “They say we have to wear one, but WHO are THEY!” Girl walks by and says “Wear one or get none”. The commercial itself was just more subversion selling casual sex to a generation horrified by the AIDS epidemic we’d been sold in the 80’s, but the what stood out for me and stayed so firm in my memory, was this young man asking the question, “Who are these people who control us so thoroughly that I’m compelled to obey their dictates without even knowing who is giving the commands?” Even casually, we knew there was a great secret, a great lie, that somebody was controlling us, and their presence was felt in literally every aspect of our lives****

    ****back on point****

    We figured out that we were being lied to. It didn’t break us, but it drained us. The spiritual fight required to see the lie left us with no will to fight. Even then, we were decades coming to terms with what we knew.

    We didn’t fight, because we didn’t know who to fight, or what to fight. We knew something was wrong, and that knowledge itself sucked the life out of us.

    I was going somewhere with this, and it’s this: what we learned we can pass on. Our children won’t be drained of their spiritual energy as they’ll never believe the Lie. If we raise them right, they’ll know. When they mature, they won’t expend themselves trying to figure out the difference between right and wrong, Truth and Lies; when they mature, they’ll be ready to fight, knowing the Truth.

    The gift of genX isn’t fighting, it’s seeing.

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  4. This whole decay and globalism long precedes the boomers. The banking cabal spent decades just maneuvering into position to create another central bank with more power than the first two in 1913. I consider the start of this Satanic offensive against our culture and religion to have started in 1903 when Pope Leo had his vision of God and Satan coming to a bargain to allow Satan time to destroy the Church because God knew it could never be done. This happened in 1903. HG Wells was the feted Globalist visionary already in the late 19th Century- his works Aspirations and the New World order were its first primers. These works are why he is a household name today, not War of the Worlds or the Time Machine. Boomers were clueless and often dangerous cogs in this machine, but plenty also suffered for it, shaking their heads wondering what the hell happened. But these were mostly the upper class WASP boomers from the NE and California, who were brainwashed by the Jewish takeover of our universities after WWII. These people are the cheerleaders for what our nation became. You even had that subset in my high school. They were the clique that always listened to music from the 60s- CSNY, the Band, Jonie Mitchell, the Beatles, etc. Most Boomers I know of that age are Viet Nam vets and all of those guys are solid patriots and think as we do. That is why they talk to me in the first place. We have all been victims of a long term, carefully laid plan of gradualism, so no one ever notices and we get used to one phase before the next is implemented, conservatives usually seeking to preserve the previous phase. Western Culture hasn’t been confident in itself since the Belle Epoque and enlightened absolutism.

  5. Pop culture/fiction since the 1950s is replete with examples of angst over the unseen hands driving the world to a maleficent end this usually aimed at the Soviet threat (Operation Paperclip). The ‘former’ NAZIs that grew themselves into the controllers of the US population were radical Socialists and Eugenicists who seized America’s means of social production. ‘Boomers’ (the new N word invented by sociologists) were busy fighting Commies and raising families, those who saw a larger picture were actively marginalized in the media. Where did the term/trope ‘Tin Foil Hat’ originate? You are still programed to hate ‘Boomers’, it is the work of PPL like Soros to see that you do so you will not learn what America was like before Socialist Diversity was imposed from above, by Them.

  6. Pearl Jam was fantastic in the 90’s, but they should have quit years ago. They stayed too long at the dance; their material of late is just awful, musically and lyrically. That said, I have so many great memories of cruising in the bed of a buddy’s pickup truck listening to Ten, heading to fall bonfire parties. It was the soundtrack of my transition from boy to man. Probably a lot of you have similar experiences.

    That said, I’ll take Led Zeppelin if I had pick one. But I would take Iron Maiden over either.

    Greginaurora – totally agree. Our generation is a bridge generation, and it was our job to set the stage for the generations that follow, to make the stand. That being said, I feel horribly guilty. I’m not old, and I’m not weak, but I’m not young anymore, and I’m not what I once was. My sons are getting to the ages where the burden will fall to them, and I can’t help but feel guilt and shame that one day they will have to take the battlefield while their father is too old to join them. That is why I almost want things to reach critical mass now, while I still have the strength and vigor to take the stand for them. No man ever wants to see his children in harm’s way, especially when the power to avoid it is in his hands.

  7. Maybe it’s because I graduated in the mid-90s or there was an election & I was old enough to pay some attention to it (first time in my life), but there’s a bifurcation to the 90s; probably more so than any other decade.

    The first half of that decade was the grunge movement, spearheaded by Nirvana, with other grunge-esque bands making their mark, and the lesser ones just riding on the coattails of them; the sorta-one-hit wonder bands. Sponge comes to mind.

    The second half was a mix of rap and the bubblegum pops, this one led by the pedobait of Brittany Spears. The boy bands were also en vogue for that demographic. It seemed as though the grungy bands had all but seemingly vanished–no doubt Cobain’s infamous gunshot had something to do with that; killing the movement, so to speak.

    I have to think that technology had something to do with this. Dial up internet was starting to spread amongst the masses and computers were, from prior years, more powerful and seemingly more affordable. (Nowadays, the smartphone in your pocket is at least 10x more powerful than any 486 you had at that time.) It was new and connected people with much greater speed than ever before. (Until said smartphone became so ubiquitous.) Whatever was “it” on MTV (in the aether) was gonna spread faster as a result and it was adios for the grungy/alt rock bands*.

    *The Smashing Pumpkins magnum opus, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, came out a few years just before that line of demarcation. Would it have had the same impact had it came out say in 1997? Or, given the quality of the album, is it a moot point?

  8. Thanks, Carlos, ensitue. Kinda sad/funny, the whole madmen programmed names, wrapped up like martyrs in your hair shirt label, gen X: “the truth is out there”. As Mr. Clemens noted: if voting mattered, it would be illegal. But- as a “programmed” civnat boomer believer, I will still pull the lever one more time for DJT. You are welcome. For 60s music, I thought Kansas said it all best: we are but dust in the wind. That whole Church service thing around the graves, ya know. ‘Blowing around’ after the ‘Nam, those southern rockers helped me chase the blues away. I actually caught PJ in Seattle live- some of that music was… pretty good, I must admit.
    May the hard times coming create the hard men we wish for. Camping sites available. Thanks for doing what you are doing: I am/have been redpilling my grandchildren, with your insights. I must have Stockholm syndrome, sympathizing with my tormentors.

  9. Divert your Stockholm syndrome onto our (non-white) fellow captives, if you must. I know that’s a civ nat take: They’re trying to divide us, man! but there’s some truth to it.

    I can slip this comment in here, w/o being too off topic, perhaps. My fav podcast, Nordic Frontier, hosted by the genius-of-sympathy Andreas, featured during a recent musical interlude the 90s song by that freak Marilyn Manson, whom I never liked. The song they featured was his cover of Lennon’s Working Class Hero.

    Man let me tell ya: Manson’s version is so weak lame and gay that in and of itself it sucks super hard; and then compared to Lennon’s original? it suck even that much more. Manson does the thing where he tries to imbue his vocals with super duper extra helpings of gravitas and soulful weirdness and suffering; and they totally fail; they don’t match up even 1 per cent, to Lennon’s original, in which his “try-hard quotient” is zero, and his gravitas is heavy sauce.

    Andreas usually has good musical interlude selections; he does boomer rock classics, but he also does a bunch of new stuff that is original White artist material (that u hv never heard).

    There is an effort comment I wanted for some time to make on Lennon, and how he is regarded for writing the famous DR anti-anthem, Imagine.

    Here is the meat of the effort comment: SOMEONE had to write the song; the song had to be written, and someone had to do it. If Lennon hadn’t done, someone else woulda had to, and probably, certainly, they wouldn’t have done it (nearly) as well, and under their weak efforts it wouldn’t have been expressed and thence popped like a zit.

    A lot of simpletons, in this our thing, generally of the younger crowd, think that him writing that song, means that he advocates for those politics. That’s stupid level grug shit; it’s like saying that Scorsese advocates for the Mafia, because he directed The Godfather. Or that someone advocates for killing women, because they do a cover of Tom Dooley. To consider Imagine as specific political advocacy? is literally as dumb, as those examples.

    And on the other hand: People are just counter signaling because they r tired of hearing about Lennon and even more tired about the Beatles; which is understandable, I get that and feel the same way.

    But confusing the song for a message, is simple minded. And also: the same people who condemn the politics (in that song), would also say that artists shouldn’t be given consideration for their politics in the first place.

  10. They hate u if you’re clever
    and they despise the fool

    Anyone relate to that?

    Personally I prefer song lyrics to poetry. If there were a tradition of telling stories, orally, in rhyme, then maybe poetry would be the more “expressed” and relevant medium.

    But there is no such (active) tradition. When was the last time that there was?

    Apparently they used to have story time hour, nightly, in the winter lodges during the long winter evenings. And bards had committed to memory lengthy, lengthy passages. This tradition was practiced by non-white cultures too; but it was certainly how Beowulf was told.

    I remember one line of poetry that sufficiently qualifies as obscure and pretentious. It’s from Putin and it goes —

    Autumn approaches, the geese draw near
    [the word for geese in Russian is goo-syei, w/ the accent on the second sylLABle]

    It’s from — obviously!! — Eugene Oregon which I never even read (in full) but the story is about how you can’t go back (but you sure can try).

  11. Much to chew on there, Elk. Hadn’t considered that aspect with regards to Imagine. (Imagine that. . .okay, okay, I go back to my college now, Jenny) But you do raise up a strong point that somewhere along the lines, that song, the way it was written, would have been produced by some other musician. The zeitgeist of that era damn near demanded it. The counterculture needed it.

    As a correction: Scorsese directed Goodfellas (a far more intricate take on the mafia), whereas Coppola of Rumble Fish infamy directed Godfather; which is more of a family melodrama in the classical genre sense, with the mob being their “means of production.”

    On touching in my earlier comment about that 90s “split”, there would be a number of Marilyn Manson aficionados at my school wearing he’s manufactured gothic gear. Never saw the appeal. Only song of his that I bothered to give any time was his remake of Sweet Dreams which is beyond nightmarish.

    Was Brittany Spears’ “Oops, I Did It Again” about her budding sexuality or how here (((handlers))) were poking fun at the masses for the fact they did it again and got away with it, laughing all the way to their banks?

  12. I’m not a fan of Boomer bashing. It seems to be unnecessarily alienating people who may be on your side. No one has any control when they were born. On the other hand, Boomers tend to think their generation was the best, so taking pride in your own is the way to go. I have to do this with my Boomer mother. Most Boomers I know actually live conservatively even if their politics are not.

  13. Many of them are devoted to their grandchildren and care about the future, at least as much as past generation have been. Yes, this does seem incongruous with some of their politics, but they don’t see it.

  14. Hunter Biden is a real piece of work. There is a picture, on his laptop, of him missing quite a few teeth, likely due to his crack habit. The next picture is of him with an expensive veneer job. His dad bails him out of all his screw ups.

  15. A lot of what makes music memorable is what you are going through when you hear it. When you are young, your hormones are raging and emotions are heightened. Music is more powerful. Therefore, it is hard to objectively compare music between different generations. I personally think the popular music today sucks, but if it means something to young people today, then it matters. There were some great songs when I was coming of age. I don’t have an inferiority complex to Boomers at all.
    Donald Trump recently said “hats off to the young for their phenomenal immune systems”. I couldn’t agree more.

  16. Your addendum was like when they closed the door of the fortress a little too late in that scene in Mad Max Road Warrior.

    Just kidding, but what did you mean by the late 70s explosion? Punk? Punk’s mostly great but it was just building on the late 60s and early 70s work of The Stooges with Iggy Pop, and their contemporaries who rocked out in power trios in 1970-1972. I’m early Gen X but most of my favorite bands are from that period. They might have all been shut down by the 1973 energy crisis, or some planned-from-above switch in popular drugs. Who knows?

    1990 was a great year for hard rock too. I remember turning on MTV one summer day after college and before job and catching the debut of Janes Addiction “Stop,” followed immediately by Love/Hate “Blackout in the Red Room.” That was quite a day, I thought it would be 1970 again.

  17. The Stooges are probably the most visionary band of the 60s. They still sound fresh and edgy, 50 years later. Funhouse is probably my favorite album of all time. No one liked them then. I remember in 5th grade, we heard “I feel alright” in some class special lesson on how music impacted our psyches put on by a bunch of college students as the bad song that gave us bad thoughts and filled us with anger. It was juxtaposed with “Sound of Silence.” Ron Ashton and Scott Thurston are both great underrated musicians and few people could play solos over the wall of sound with the verve of Rock Action. Down in the Street, 1970, Dirt, the whole record is simply out there cool. Ho Chi Ran Ja, Ran Ja Ja Ran. Monster Magnet is the closest modern band with the Stooges balls. Very close in fact. They even do a version of Gimme Danger that is better than the Stooges version, which is very hard to do. Gotta Gimme Danger, die a little later, I swear you’re gonna feel my hand….

  18. The Oldest Boomer was 18 when The Hart-Celler Immigration act passed, and that’s all she wrote. There’s plenty of blame for all age cohorts, it’s just that ours has so much less to screw up since the majority of our civilizational capital has already been squandered now that we are coming to power. Put Paul Ryan in a time ship and he’d pass every one of the globalist-empowering laws the Boomers/Silent/Greatest generation passed.

    One of the Lithium promos on SiriusXM says something like “our generation didn’t invent rock music; we perfected it.” I kind of agree, but there’s a lot to be said for getting there first.

  19. Pearl is a great word. Jam is as well, in certain contexts.

    Together, however, they sound like a particularly egregious form of toe fungus. As does their music.

    I have to wonder, PA, what made you link the two in such a way that you feel a visceral attachment. Was it life experience? A feeling of belonging to your army troupe? (sic). A freshness of sound you’d not been exposed to in the FSU?

    In my experience, the same people who liked Pearl Jam went on to become Dave Matthews Band fanboys and, well, that’s essentially the demographic who became Patient Zero for what we now call bugmen.

    Or it could just be that you were getting laid more at the time than I was, and it brings back good memories for you, but not for me.

    Maybe that’s why I like the Jesus and Mary Chain.

  20. Not that I condone sex outside of marriage.

    But what even is marriage anymore? It’s not today what it was for the past 6000 years, that’s for sure.

    Creation cries out for a Savior. Our current situation is proof that we can’t govern ourselves; we need not just a Savior, but a LORD and Savior.

  21. re: Carlos Danger

    Rock Action kicks on this, from the band that came after Iggy and the Stooges, Sonic’s Rendezvous. I love the intro where Fred Smith simultaneously belittles and compliments a potential fan/heckler:

  22. For the Eastern European contingent, here’s a video which was just about exactly contemporaneous with Mr Krinkle.

    But you gotta watch this video all the way through to the end – Ovidiu Badila was the greatest bass player who ever walked the face of the earth, and you’ll see why in the final movement:

  23. The damned flute player can’t even keep up with him, and the flute is the “fastest” instrument in the entire symphony orchestra.

  24. Saw that apparent wetback revelation-esthete Godfrey Reggio, aka Oscar Reutersvärd’s aspiring scarecrow, at the local dried fruit shop an unconsiderable while back. He claimed to know a good deal about soury suckas in Sydney and elsewhere.
    (Pseudo humilities and blunts from south-anorexic Antarctic)

  25. — I have to wonder, PA, what made you link the two in such a way that you feel a visceral attachment. Was it life experience? A feeling of belonging to your army troupe? (sic). A freshness of sound you’d not been exposed to in the FSU?

    No visceral personal connection to Pearl Jam back in that day. In 1992 I listened to Metallica and Guns N Roses for the high energy. The Eagles or The Cure on the more introspective end, plus the gamut of music you’d hear on rock/pop/alternative radio stations then.

    If there was one band that had massive emotional resonance with me that year, it would be U2, their Achtung Baby album, especially the songs “Who’s Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses” and “Until the End of the World.” One wild mare in particular figures prominently in July and August of that year ’92, and “Whose Gonna Ride…” is my theme for that year’s emotional highs.

    I knew of Grunge in 1992 and a year or two earlier, it was called Alternative Rock initially, and the Seattle Sound. I don’t think people started commonly calling it Grunge until the mid-90s. I liked it for the raw guitars and vocals. It’s what was played at bars and clubs, but I didn’t vest a whole lot of attention into it until more retrospectively, a decade-plus later.

  26. — but what did you mean by the late 70s explosion?

    A lot of great epic Rock was created and bands matured or peaked: Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, amazing music in the United States as well over that decade. I didn’t have Disco in mind but that too was a great part of the late 70s.

  27. — there’s a bifurcation to the 90s; probably more so than any other decade. // The first half of that decade was the grunge movement, spearheaded by Nirvana, with other grunge-esque bands making their mark, and the lesser ones just riding on the coattails of them; the sorta-one-hit wonder bands. Sponge comes to mind.

    You nailed that bifurcation all around. The early 90s are remembered for the recession, the late half of the decade for its economic boom, especially the dot-com bubble.

    The early 90s in my experience are post-high school personal struggle [along with great times, girls, freedom like only a young person with nothing to lose can know], culminating with me pulling up to a gas station to ask for an application in December ’92. I figured that a night job basically doing nothing will let me study. A young guy in the little gas station booth said that something like thirty people already asked him for an application that very day.

    Okay, I thought, I have to do something because it’s all starting to feel like sinking in quicksand. So I drove to an Army recruiter and started my paperwork right there and then. I was already a trained reservist with an MOS, so it was just a matter of going on active duty for three years, which is what I did.

    After completing my enlistment in early 96, I rushed to finish my Bachelor degree, then I moved to Boston and things kicked off there big time. I haven’t looked back. A huge gamble with a spectacular payoff. Part of that story is the latter-half 1990s boom. A completely different world than the early 90s.

  28. — Pearl Jam was fantastic in the 90’s, but they should have quit years ago. They stayed too long at the dance; their material of late is just awful, musically and lyrically.

    Many, many examples of immortal greatness are from a short period, followed by many decades’ decline. But it’s that apex achievement that is remembered. The live performance of “Black” at Pink Pop ’92 that I linked to in the original post is in my subjective judgment, the greatest rock concert event. Pink Pop by the way, was in the Netherlands.

    There is something unusual about Vedder in that performance. It is so raw, so personal, so unfaked. I have no experience with drugs so I have no idea if he was under the influence, but there are moments during the performance when he looks like he will break down emotionally.

    As to the long stretch — he performed the same song “Black” in Prague in 2018, two years ago, as a fifty-plus year old man. He delivers the same raw, honest performance of that song that he did in ’92 at Pink Pop. It’s worth seeing that recent version, it’s on YouTube.

    I hope that Vedder never did anything wicked, pizzahorror and all that. He is a consummate artist, from my perspective. Not too different from John Lennon in the positive sense of inner generativity, creativity [h/t Suburban Elk]. Vedder did his shitlib act, back in ’92 he did a radio PSA that my local station played, that you must vote for Clinton/Gore or else its a woman-genocide because abortion rights. Artists are receptive, they can be led in the wrong direction.

  29. After having expanded my musical tastes and getting into the singer/songwriters of the 70s such as Jim Croce, I find that Vedder and much of his music is in that vain. He’s the storyteller singer.

    Three songs of his with PJ come to mind, or rather stand out the most in that storyteller regard:

    Elderly Lady Standing Behind a Counter in a Small Town: taken literally, this song is about a woman who’s up there in age, having stayed in the same town since her birth, never venturing past the town limits and having seen a man, who once caught her fancy and probably asked her to embark on a journey, but she never took the plunge, sees him in her store and brings it all back for her. From the VS album. Beautiful song. A buddy I knew could play this on guitar and I’d sing it. I knew no one minded because they didn’t leave. . .lol!

    Off He Goes: I later found out from Vedder, during a live performance recording, that this song is about being friends with an a-hole. Prior to knowing that, I always thought it was that of a son telling a story about his wayward father, who’d occasionally spend time with him, much to his son’s excitement, but with the son knowing all too well his father’s pattern of leaving just as soon as he shows up. From the No Code album, which has a number of great songs.

    Just Breath: from one of their more recent albums, Backspacer, sees an aged Vedder having that contemplative look at life. Not sure if he has kids, but I can see as this being a lament to his kids, in the sense of not wanting his kids to deal with what he had to at their age. Either that or in the theme of fathers and sons, as that of a son forgiving his dying father for his errors. This one’s heavy.

  30. Off He Goes, that’s a good song. I don’t make out most of the lyrics, but it reminds me of friendships that aren’t what they used to be. I guess I’m happy not having any friends (anymore); but not really (very happy about it).

    I got a new temp job, “temp to hire” it’s called, but what that means is they hold that out as a carrot, when the reality is, these companies go through temps like so much toilet paper. / yeah i just made that up

    Temping basically sucks but otoh it’s 1) an adventure and 2) available work. One of my coworkers, at this assignment, was this White dude from Duluth. He is like (literally) 62 years old, and having to do warehouse work, stand on that concrete floor all day long. I wanted to ask him, don’t your feet hurt, with that extra 75 pounds? (because mine are killing me!)

    And then after work he gets a ride from one of us, to the freakin bus stop, to go — and I’m not making this up — downtown, back to the shelter. As in, the homeless shelter. He is such a character, he has like 10-inch wrists and got kicked out of the last homeless shelter place for “beating up the bully.” Those were his words, and w/ this guy it’s believable. Life is hard, man

    Anyways, he is longer with us. He didn’t get called back. That’s how they do it: they get u to work hard so that you get to continue the assignment; and then when u lag, they don’t call u back. I generally go in and kick ass, but the reality is, it’s hard to do day after day like a slave. I am doing well there but truth be told it’s hard to get my head straight and commit; and also having to work, in that close quarters environment with other people, is exhausting. U get to use tools tho; it’s a level or two up from basic bitch assembly.

  31. It happened back in March, when he knocked the guy out and got his finger half bitten off. He was still banged up from it. So I was asking him for details of the story and the first thing he said, unsolicited, was “yeah he was black.” Not that I think joggers should be beat on gratuitously. Half the workers at this place are black and it doesn’t work, to have a hostile attitude about them; or about the other non-whites. I find the cognitive dissonance of that, sometimes difficult.

    One of the joggers is a real street tough guy, and he’s sorta got me mog’d. It is what it is, i’m just a middle-aged temp worker, and occasionally have to cede status to more aggressive assholes. In any case low level warehouse work is no picnic. Hopefully I can make it 6 months and then be set up to take next summer off. Or however it goes.

    I took down most of the potted peppers today. On this final harvest I got 50 or so full-sized sweet bells, most of them less than 100 per cent ripe, but otherwise real beauties. And many more less than full sized. It’s amazing how much work it can be, taking down the garden. U think it’s just a walk in the park, harvesting and putting some shit away; but it’s much more work than that. Apparently bell peppers can be grilled off and frozen. They keep for a couple few weeks.

  32. I’m on a shishito pepper binge of late. Take a whole bag of those suckers, drop them in a pan of hot oil, shake and toss until blistered, sprinkle with salt and pop them into your mouth. They have surpassed crispy Brussels sprouts as my new favorite way to get my greens.

    @PA, first heard “grunge” in 1992 IIRC. Was also a local. For the archives.

  33. I checked out “Black” 1992 performance. Yes, it was good.
    @Elk
    Yeah working in close quarters all day with other people is exhausting. I have one woman who is blatantly hostile to me. My boss noticed it and has set up a meeting between me, her boss and this woman. I still hope to work with this woman so I am going to have to be very diplomatic in this meeting. Basically, I don’t want to make her look too bad, but I do need to stand up for myself and let her know the way she is treating me is unacceptable. She’s actually a nice person, but is a huge stickler for the rules. I honestly feel like she is making up rules just to catch me in violation of them. COVID has made this much worse. If I pull down my mask for even a second (to talk on the phone or defog my glasses I get spoken to). She also recently accused me of coming into work sick (my voice was slightly hoarse) and putting her in jeopardy. She is significantly younger than I am. Of course, she pisses me off so I admit to being somewhat passive aggressive towards her. Anyway, I’m going to have to strike a fine balance in this meeting. Wish me luck.

  34. As far as being sick, I told her if it would make her more comfortable, I’d be happy to leave for the day. I guess she decided she’d prefer to have my help because she declined the offer.

  35. Here’s an example of the behavior. A customer showed up without a mask. This woman told her she would not wait on her without her wearing a mask. This woman went to purchase a mask and then my coworker told her she would not ring her up because she was not wearing a mask. That’s what I deal with.

  36. That’s the classic catch-22: where you can’t get a mask because u don’t have a mask (with which to get a mask).

    Originally it (this contradiction-under consideration) was more often used about other things; most notably 1) experience and 2) pussy.

    Now it’s not about those good things tho, because these times we’re livin’ in

    There was some jokes from the Eastern Bloc that made it out this way, about not being able to get “your documents” because you don’t have your documents to begin with.

    I was actually irl wondering, back in March when all this bs got going, whether I would be refused service at the hardware store, for not having a mask — where I was going to get a mask, in order to go the grocery store.

    Also and more generally: It is the original catch-22. Why does it resonate, to the point where it gets its own meme?

    It’s a rather lofty theme, but it’s the catch-22 of life, and even more basically, the Universe. How can something come from nothing? Does anyone know the answer to this question?

  37. As far as being sick, I told her if it would make her more comfortable, I’d be happy to leave for the day. I guess she decided she’d prefer to have my help because she declined the offer.

    Apparently it worked out to your advantage, and so that’s that. But in my estimation it’s a mistake to put the ball like that, in your enemy’s court, where they get to decide whether you stay or go.

    I guess maybe you calculated that it was a win for you either way, but I don’t see it that way. Because in most work and social environments it’s all about being there.

    If she had called your bluff and said “u gotta go home” AND THEN managed the place w/o u, u woulda been the loser.

  38. I like my coworkers,

    It’s a well known thing, in high level management circles, like u would get in a masters course in management strategies, if you were so privileged to work at that level: that as a rule —

    1) workers hate their jobs
    2) they hate the company
    3) they hate the custoemers

    ——> AND BUT the only redeeming quality, the only thing they like about “work” (besides the money) is social time with coworkers.

    (The redeeming quality of work itself, is not something that’s available, at a lot / most / all modern jobs.)

  39. The above proclamation is regarding low level workers in shit jobs. And from what I have heard, it is a well known thing, by and among good managers. It doesn’t apply to other, higher castes of worker ants, who are required and self selected for liking what they do, no matter how gay.

  40. “…it’s the catch-22…”

    “…as you’re aware, Myster Moonlyte, Janis Joplin was preaching, in middle-age mystic form, that Wittgenstein remains a regression like the true manic mountaineer/mule-fighter she assertively came off as. Stillness seems only half-blind among the shadows…”
    —W.J. Sidis on ramblers, 1921

  41. @Elk
    I think you’re right. It was a moment of weakness when I offered to go home. I am gradually learning to act in a way that gets respect, but I still have a way to go.
    The funny thing is this woman can be very sweet and feminine (far more so than me). She just can’t handle being in charge. It turns her into a controlling bitch.

  42. @Elk
    “Because in most work or social environments it is all about being there”.
    Very true. This woman has been there longer than me, which is why I can’t really take her on. She is also well liked. I am going to try and work things out with her.

  43. You can get a mask, you just have to pick it out of the gutter. A few days ago, Tuesday, I left my house (apartment) on the way to work commuting by train, where they make you wear a mask (I know that they’re serious, I tested them back in August, they stopped the train because I wasn’t wearing one, even though I was the only one in the car; I wasn’t arrested but I won’t do it again if only because I respect the awesome human and technical machinery of a commuter train and don’t like to see its works gummed up). On Tuesday I forgot the mask and realized it only after five minutes of walking. It was too late to turn back and get one of the dozens I have in my apartment. On top of that, it was raining heavily. I knew that there were plenty of masks discarded by littering scumbags. I would see them all the time on roads, sidewalks, and gutters but never thought I would need them. Sure enough, on my walk I soon saw an old-fashioned drywall worker disposable mask blotched with black stains lying in the gutter. It had been washed by the heavy rain, I figured, so it was clean. I grabbed it and put it on for my 10-minute train ride. No one noticed or cared, including me, because I’m not sick. No one can pile bullshit higher than what we/they have done since March.

  44. “God may be dead, but the fellow hasn’t abandoned robust hope in Persistence Spaying Off.”
    —Nijinsky’s polar owl, mid St. Petyrsburg-Veneusian Civil War

  45. “The gift of genX isn’t fighting, it’s seeing.” — greginaurora

    I appreciated your kicking off this thread with your thoughts. Never saw the condom commercial but hell yeah, it would have been their perfect gloating about where things are headed. “They” looked invincible in 1993. Absolute moral authority with the release of Schindlers List, and GHWB closing the deal on the handoff of America to global NWO. “They” were at the height of their hard-power under GWB. Right now, they are reaping the chaos that they always sow.

    As rare salutary counterexamples of ads in the early 90s, there were several variations on the “Milk, it does a body good” ads from the dairy industry. Each featured a preteen boy realizing he’s invisible to the beautiful babe in a bikini right next to him, but he defiantly says that he is growing and becoming bigger and stronger, and the character morphs into an older, athletic chad, his slightly older, developed self, getting the girl. Diversity in ads was still rare then.

    This version of the ad shows the girl at the end of the ad:

  46. There was a big rally in Paris today in honor of the history teacher who was beheaded by a Chechen. This is a good sign. At least people are not just ignoring it.

  47. Warehouse work. Two examples from personal experience. The first one is when I was 19, this was all-summer training for my Army Reserves occupational specialty. It was in a southwestern desert state, on big military base. My training had nothing to do with warehouses/logistics etc. but in junior-enlisted training environments at least back then, you pretty much assume the status of a Greek helot. Early on in the training program, our every daytime hour outside of classroom is work-detail, wherever they assign you on a given day. Think of it, in terms of training and doctrine, as the Myiagi-do “wax on wax off” stage of your training. Just follow your orders, do your job, and your character strengthens.

    So at this desert-state military base, my squad and I were taken by our sergeant-in-charge, on the back of a pickup truck, to a warehouse on the Army base. It was summer and it was my first time, since arriving in America, outside of the US mid-Atlantic. It was hot! The warehouse was not air-conditioned. It was an all-day work detail, and while I vividly remember the exterior architecture of the warehouse, along with the loading docks and so on, I don’t remember what we were tasked with doing.

    But I do remember that we were handed off to the authority of the manager of the warehouse, who was telling us what to do. The manager was a middle-aged civilian, a Mexican. He had this rat-like, wispy little moustache. And in retrospect, his behavior fits with our current understanding of the world. In short, he enjoyed the power trip of ordering White teenage boys/junior soldiers around [plus two or three black soldier-trainees among us as well], and in fact, he relished it. He would say things like “you pieces of shit” in his Mexican accent as he bossed us around. I didn’t take it personally, it was training environment.

    My other warehouse experience was about two years later, early ’92 or late ’91, I think, before I went to an Army recruiter to go active duty. I went to a temp agency and they sent me to a warehouse. Carpets. It paid more per hour than what I’d been paid to date, so it sounded like a great deal. Here was my job on the first day of temping: hold this controller with buttons. Press a button to load the carpet, then press the next button to do the next task. I don’t remember exactly the sequence of events. It was important work, it was satisfying to do something that has tangible results.

    But…. it was insanely boring. I asked the manager, when he came by, if I could either play a radio at low volume when I come back tomorrow, or a Walkman. He said that with the safety rules, there can be no radios on the warehouse floor. The minutes felt like hours. It was unbearable. I did not come back the next day, despite the good pay. Went back to my regular restaurant job.

  48. “> The Cure … Oh. Muh. Gawd. // LOLing.”

    Captain Obvious… I wasn’t hanging their posters on my wall. I would sometimes listen to their music.

    “Plainsong” is a masterpiece:

    I think it’s dark and it looks like it’s rain, you said
    And the wind is blowing like it’s the end of the world, you said
    And it’s so cold, it’s like the cold if you were dead
    And you smiled for a second

  49. Had another profound moment today going on facebook, which I rarely do.

    The hotness of the cuties of old is off the charts–and by that I mean they no longer register on the charts.

    Girls who formerly scrambled my brains with dopamine now look like they’ve been on dope, I mean.

    I knew to expect this, but to see it with mine own eyes is breathtaking. All the times I had the hots for these thots. In the end they just wanted a stipend to prey on the stupid.

    We cracked the code. We toppled the thot. The Wall means a lot.

  50. “…desert state…”

    Saw them live in Paris with my fiance’s niece. Was cream served????
    It did. A body. Swell.

  51. Two points for Lara:

    1) As you indicated, the phenomenon at work here is Passive Aggressive Personality Disorder. It is a psycho-sociological satanically* darwinian curse of end stage civilizations [you would have seen precisely the same sorts of behavior in Athens & Rome as they were crumbling], and this time around, PAPD has become militarily weaponized by assortative mating & scrotial media & the iPhag to the point that PAPD is literally unironically ripping apart the very fabric of the SpaceTime Continuum itself.

    2) The point above was the Big Picture point, but the even Bigger Picture point – in fact the Biggest Picture of All point – is that you and this other girl have no business being employed in the first place.

    In a properly functioning society, both you and your arch-nemesis would be at home with YOUR BEAUTIFUL WHITE CHILDREN, and furthermore, each of you would be pregnant with further BEAUTIFUL WHITE CHILDREN in your bellies.

    tl;dr == The (((Moderin World))) is DEATH INCARNATE.

    Turn your back on it. Walk away from it. Get yourself knocked up with White Shitlord seed [the very next time you ovulate], and if you can’t make ends meet whilst being barefoot & pregnant in the kitchen, then head on over to your local welfare orifice and get yourself an EBT card.

    SRSLY.

    *PS: Only the Father of Lies himself could have inserted the DNA for PAPD into our genome – that’s how evil PAPD is.

  52. > Girls who formerly scrambled my brains with dopamine now look like they’ve been on dope, I mean. I knew to expect this, but to see it with mine own eyes is breathtaking. All the times I had the hots for these thots.

    Have you been back to an high school reunion yet?

    At the 5th year reunion, many of the chicks are still kinda/sorta hawt [being roughly 22yo/23yo], but a few “fives” after that, and suddenly they’re hideous old boohawg beached landwhale sows who are DESPERATE for shitlord seed before their ovaries shut down forever.

    PRO-TIP: Find a girl with a good heart & just the faintest hint of an Innate Inner Moral Compass, and then move immediately* for…

    WHITE BUNZ -> WHITE OVEN!!!!!

    *Don’t pause to think it over, don’t put it on the back burner, don’t wait for a rainy day, just do it.

    WHITE BUNZ -> WHITE OVEN!!!!!

  53. @Kapt. Obvious

    I’ll have you clapped like a (legitymiss) central Dakota muskrat, if you’re not a legit Titanic steerer, during some early dawn.

  54. ‘Forget it,’ Kap. Thought I was dealing with some kind of pseudo-Scriabinite. Dorks can still always kursey curse online, and probably won’t halt for anything.

  55. I fondly recall that milk commercial, as well as others that were of the same style and theme.

    Funnily enough, reminds me of the glory days of Saturday morning cartoons and evening the afternoon toons I’d catch after school.

    Most, if not all, were geared towards boys and about building up their bodies. One I remember showed a young man gaining mass in all the main body parts; biceps pump, chest stretches out, thighs fully formed.

  56. Did you guys know that Christopher Lee made significant heavy metal recordings before he died?

    I just learned about that tonight.

  57. Vedder sang “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” for Game 5 of the 2016 World Series:

    While he was holding the microphone, Vedder made a point of calling out David Ross, who was retiring after the season:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Ross_%28baseball%29

    The Cubs won Game 5, but still had to head back to Cleveland, down 2 games to 3.

    And in Cleveland, David Ross became the oldest man to hit a home run in a Game 7.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2016_World_Series#Game_7

  58. “…encourage William Blake groupies to foot fuck your medusa…”

    “Yeah; let Novalis’s nephs mime Strindbergian hymens at the Vermontiff Guggenheim though.”

    —pre-Poe Courbet

  59. U-Haul’s in way over Azeur-Azeur-Azeur’s head…
    AAAGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  60. See, you gents claim
    to believe
    in Trump-
    ism; even the crumply maggots sumo wrestling in the attic
    of my aunt’s spice shop/dove breedery
    don’t
    find clinging to
    speed-bumps necessary.
    —Bukowski at Yellowstone, buzzin’

  61. This is a great youRube channel —

    GP- Penitentiary Life Wes Watson

    This guy, courtesy of Cali prisons, has acquired a wisdom score of 18+ and charisma is 16 or 17. Intelligence 15+. He has a saying “acquire what u admire” which is certainly not original to him; apparently they say it in the yard.

    I don’t have a particular video to recommend, they all seem pretty good. Why is it that prison stories are a compelling genre?

    *****************

    I have a “blog post” re my temp job assignment. The jogger I mentioned on a previous post about this same assignment, he and I are really butting heads. (to put it in suburban) Butting heads to the point where I don’t want to have to work with him, and if I do (continue to have to), I wonder if it’s not actually unsafe, for various reasons. I won’t bore the readers (at least not now) w/ the sad story.

    But this dude, my nemesis: his prison yard game is a lot tighter than mine. In my estimation he is a psychopath and prying for weaknesses. But I have to wonder about how much I am the bad guy tho. For instance tho: He let slip on Friday, and not quietly, that he “deals crack on the weekends,” which not that I have a weakness for but.

    Life is hard blah blah blah amirite; watching Wes Watson is motivating to want to “get back in there.” Whatever your situation, you improve on it, in the day to day. For me right now that means making money, if only for shit job wages.

  62. I would say Campaign Trump is back, but he’s more charged than even back in 2016 and understandably so.

    It’s difficult what to make out of QAnon, but what I find interesting is if Q is a yuge nothingburger, then why all the censorship from Big Tech and the scrotial media sites? What would they have to fear from what they claim as being nothing more than alt-right fantasy? Even that witch of a moderator brought it up at the town hall.

    I say that because given Trump’s charged language and even more no holds barred attitude and him winning another term, we’ll see if the “trust the plan” dialog comes to fruition.

  63. In the picture above, he is the guy on the viewer’s left. He did a “dime” [yeah yeah yeah: h/t Sopranos] for something or another, and had to go to that nasty place. He says that it’s not at all like in the movie Shotcaller. He says that, in California (and specifically there is what he is talking about) u r AUTOMATICALLY in with the Woods, aka Peckerwoods, from the get-go and that’s that, and u are in w/ them and protected, until u do something wrong or bad enough, to get cast out.

    He disavows being racist quite frequently and says that between 85 and 95 per cent of the Woods, are “not racist.”

    Now is a good time to remind everyone, not to go to prison. Or even anything like that, such as jail. Some people in these blogs, maybe even this commenter and perhaps also, IIRC, noted Unz commenter, and convincing boomer tough guy, Jim in Jersey, have endorsed carrying a sidearm even w/o a permit; the logic being that how likely is it really that u get stopped and or searched by the pilpol? [yeah yeah yeah w/ the lingo, already]

    For the sake of clarity: Now and hencerforce I disavow such notion.

  64. “Have you been back to an high school reunion yet?” – C.O.

    I missed my 5th because I was stationed overseas. Friends who attended said that it was just like HS senior year, as if the five years never happened. They said that in a positive way. The only unexpected thing they said, is that one of the hottest girls in our class was now overweight. Also of note, really as inside-gossip sort of thing: one of the most popular guys in our class, an ultra-preppie [I say this not disparagingly, he really was the real deal — tall, good looking in a “pretty” way, old stock American, genteel, athletic, one of the upper-upper class people at our school, extremely intelligent, even back in middle school one had something of a deference to him, and he was an introvert] — he wrote “ladies, I’m single” on his nametag. as I was told. He did in fact marry one of our female classmates a year or two later, a very nice, pretty girl who was a wallflower in HS.

    10 Year Reunion: in retrospect, perfect sexual parity between the men and the women, most of us being 28. That famous manosphere graphic has M/F SMV intersect at that age. Ours going up, theirs sliding down, on that singles market. Of note: if your career was going into high gear, you let it be known to others, but not obnoxiously. My own was just lifting off, late-bloomer wise, I came down from Boston for that reunion. It was a blast.

    20 Year Reunion: Still very largely attended. The former beauty queens, most of them were married, many were upper-middle class. My high school was very striver, back in the 80s. Of note: while women’s [singles’ market] SMV plummets at 38, some women will have, by then, built a huge Social Value. It entails their socioeconomic status, number of children, status of husband, and an easy confidence. More than one high school wallflower — I am thinking of two in particular — had stratospheric Social Value at the 20th reunion. I genuinely enjoyed talking with the two of them. Many of the men, successful or not exactly, were at their life’s peak in terms of vigor and prospects.

    25th Year Reunion: Still very well attended. Of note: it was the most relaxed, most enjoyable, least self-conscious reunion I’ve been to. Everyone just had a great time. Best conversation was with a guy who was a state-level athlete in his sport, an intense Alpha. Then served as a combat officer in AFG/IRQ. He was transitioning from senior level military to a comparable civilian job. Was great talking with him, because for all of his accomplishments, the guy — in contrast with his intense and often abrasive personality in high school — was so humble and easygoing at the 25th.

    30th Reunion: this one was a very small core group that attended. I couldn’t make it. I do hope to attend the 35th or 40th, if there is one. There is a small group of people who keep active with our graduating class, I’m thankful for their initiative.

  65. — he and I are really butting heads… I wonder if it’s not actually unsafe, for various reasons.

    Advice wasn’t asked for but I will give one anyway. As a perspective. One sometimes loses perspective in media res. My Home Army veteran grandfather liked to say, “if you see dog shit on the sidewalk, don’t step in it. Walk around it.”

    I’m not calling your antagonist dog shit. I give him his due respect. But the point of the proverb is that unless you wish to score points in his world, it is better to extricate yourself from any entanglement with him.

  66. I rate PA’s wisdom at 16+ so his advice can be helpful even tho it’s internet. It is on the money; work should not be about butting heads with jailhouse ef-word jogger posturing; ffs already grow up shithead However the fact is that low level jobs are like that. All jobs are like that tho it’s true: boys will be boys aka it’s a man’s world.

    The other aspect of my personal life posting, on which I might comment, is on the “meta level,” is that going to these jobs is the only source of material in my life. On the one hand, everyone (well not everyone) has visions of retirement, or achieving some half-retirement and slack and more idyllic existence which has lotsa leisure in which to self actualize, (whatever that means to u).

    But the reality of the world that we live in, is that feelings of isolation and disconnection can be, and usually are, amplified by “not working.”

    Which was a counter point I wanted to bring up, to CO’s advice (if advice it was), to Lara, that she be better off at home in the kitchen. I think most women who are actually in that place of SaHM, don’t get the social time with friends, that they would like to have, and that to some extent, even tho it’s never what they are looking for and “need,” they get it at work.

    nb4 yeah yeah, such social time at work gets twisted and backfired by the dick swinging bossaroo who eventually ruins Lara’s home life; but the point remains

  67. The micro economic realities (of the world in which we live), make working White men into slaves to the grind, almost invariably. It’s a “structural reality.”

    This is not news and I don’t mean to trite post. What I want to do in my own life, is get (more) money from the government, like everyone else is doing, and then also form networks of money saving cooperatives, like the jews do.

    Those two things would go a long way, to financial prosperity. It’s easy to advocate for such things, but harder to do them. For instance: as an adult man: can you live, in say a typical modest suburban thingy, with another adult who is not your wife?

    Renting out a clean room in a kept-up house is between 500 and 1000 dollars per month, more or less and depending. That’s a chunk of change, and nearly enough to pay the bills, if said bills don’t include a mortgage and dependents.

    But actually living with another person (not your wife) is VERY DIFFICULT, and it always never works out, in my experience and from what I have heard. The times they are a changing tho, and the advantages to teaming up, in cooperatives, are considerable.

    (Of course there are legal and economic obstacles and hazards, of so doing.)

  68. @Elk
    Due to some of my character flaws I need the structure of a steady job in my life. Yeah, it can be a drag at times, but overall it’s a good thing. I kind of need imposed structure on my life to keep on the straight and narrow.
    However, I have a tremendous respect for very domestic women. At lot of them are smart, motivated and energetic. I wish I was more like that.

  69. My coworker and I got along great today.
    I did have a customer get very angry that I adjusted my mask in front of her. She went on a tirade and told me it was disgusting the way I was fidgeting with my mask, for heavens sake she is 66 years old. She said I better use hand sanitizer before I touched her stuff, which I did. People like that make the job unpleasant, but luckily they are not the norm.

  70. I was looking on Craig’s List for short term renters, and there were some very good looking women who were certainly prostitutes who were misusing that resource. Can you imagine being that desperate as to contact one of those women, who are clearly looking for a moneybags John?

    The one in particular was a hard-8, which way back when we called an HB 8, who was from France and she posted pictures of herself tho clothed, in the bedroom. What a world.

    I am too old and staid for that sorta thing; at the very least u would have to change the locks on your house, after the (mis)adventure was over and done? Have u, with your own two hands, changed the locks on your house doors? I have not but would be willing to give it a go.

    Another piece of life advice, that I am striving for and not reaching, is making your residence, secure as possible, beyond the locked doors, by which I mean in a deeper way. So that if someone does make their way into your house, uninvited or not, they don’t find out too much about you.

    Computer passwords are an obvious to put on the list. Personal hard files that contain sensitive material about your past; medical records and legals. But here’s the dilemma: What someone considers compromising, is in a better world, is cozy. It’s a sign of distress, that such consideration of security, is even relevant.

    For example: For starters I want to remove the spare house keys, from the house! In the worst case scenario that the house were burgled, then at least u don’t have to change the locks.

    Other security precautions, for basic home security, are common sensical and don’t need pointed out by me. But the basics go a long way: lock your outbuildings; use all the locks on your windows and doors; don’t leave your vehicle unlocked in the driveway. Shoot first and ask questions later. Have an ax, tarps, and bleach in the basement..

  71. This mask situation sucks. People who don’t have to wear one for extended periods of time don’t get how irritating they can be. Granted, most of my coworkers are troopers about it. I dislike it the most, especially because I don’t think they do anything.

  72. I’m way older than my boss. We are not going to be having an affair. I actually think I am a perfect age to be in the workforce. I am past the years of childbearing/young children, but I still am pretty sharp and energetic.

  73. Glancing up again at my HS reunions comment… I won’t do it but I could clean it up a little and make it its own post and title it Arc of Life. Too much talk of such arcs is morbid. At around fifty, it’s way too early to visualize oneself at the right-end of that arc. It would simply be self-indulgent, barring a terminal illness. That, and I hold the “arc” metaphor in this context as something of a precious thing, not to be thrown around wherever it’d fit.

    But the love theme from “St Elmo’s Fire” is not a bad backdrop music to mix mental image and sound.

    I never saw that movie; it was billed by at least one film reviewer as the next generation’s “The Big Chill,” which I did once see on a library-rented VCR tape. It was a good movie. I saw it along with “The World According to Garp,” both being the boomer generation’s self-reflection.

  74. I went to my 25 high school reunion a few years back. I had a lot of fun and I agree it was laid back, people were humble. A few women were still a little on the snobby side, but all the men were super nice.

  75. As far as SMV, some of the women still looked pretty good. Taking care of yourself does pay off. I can’t recall anyone who was pretty in high school really going to seed. The pretty ones tend to keep the weight off through the years.

  76. @PA,
    RWurldRiskí,
    yelk,

    and the lady:

    “Charcoal. Klee! Watteau’s maybe the one coke fien to imitate…”
    —Kennedy

  77. St. Elmo’s Fire wasn’t the next generation’s The Big Chill. I mean, I can understand why it’d be taken as such, but they’re two different films, granted I’ve only seen the former and not the latter. Then again, given the disparity of both of those generations, from my POV (St Elmo’s GenX and Big Chill’s Boomers) I think comparing them is akin to comparing apples and oranges.

    From memory, The Big Chill’s claim to fame was it’s soundtrack, which was music of the 50s and 60s—not unlike American Graffiti, only with less music.

    St. Elmo’s Fire is more about GenX in the era of Reaganomics. In the era of big hair, shoulder pads and coke(aine). The “kids” are not too far removed from having graduated, whereas I think in Big Chill, the time apart has been longer. Also, Big Chill is about them spending a weekend or some such together, whereas St. Elmo’s is how their lives and life choices unfold over time. That movie is pure 80s. I’d watch it with my sisters. I dug the love theme, which I find timeless. John Parr’s “Man In Motion” is a favorite 80s movie pop song of mine. Corny by today, but I still like its charm.

    (I had to sperg out there, just cause. . .kekekek)

    As far as high school reunions: I was at once a wallflower and introvert and amoeba type dood depending on which classes I had per semester. I had “some” friends, but I wasn’t a good friend myself. I had too much anger in me and wanted to “get away from it all” so I gave myself short shrift in high school and that was that. At times I regret it, but that’s not who I was at the time. To say I took a 180 would be an understatement. Nothing turns out how we expect and while I use to rue that fact, nowadays I’m thankful. I wasn’t ready, which ties into that “grounding” sentiment I expressed a few posts ago.

    It’s never too late.

  78. > It’s difficult what to make out of QAnon, but what I find interesting is if Q is a yuge nothingburger, then why all the censorship from Big Tech and the scrotial media sites?

    Since this something of an Eastern European “Alt-Christian” bulletin board, the concept of “Q” comes from late 19th Century literary/linguistic biblical scholarship, wherein it is hypothesized that an [as yet undiscovered] apocryphy must have existed, called “die Quelle”, or “the source”, which informed the gospels of Luke and Matthew:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Q_source
    https://dict.leo.org/german-english/quelle

    It’s a strange concept, since presumably Matthew would have been an eyewitness to much [if not most?] of what he wrote about.

  79. {{{Obvious Physics the Yoga Defender Again an Assertively Unobvious Handful}}}
    -Media Reasserted to be a Hue Improved Upon by Homer by G. O’Keefe’s Painslut-

    Same headline and byline I found scribbled in The Swordshark Express while my sister’s painslut shirked phys ed again twilight after last. Gurus. They remain merciless swine.

  80. At what point did Lara start having 25% of the comments on any given post?

    Elk, changing locks is one of the easier guy chores around a house.

  81. “Sideways” was what happened to the boys from Delta House when they finally grew up and had to get m@rried:

  82. The big question for futurists to ponder is what will be the “Sideways” of circa 2030/2035 for GenY/Millennials, depicting the Road Trip boyz and their mid-life crises?

    [If the world still exists at that point…]

  83. I think by the time you’ve reached you 25 year reunion, your life trajectory is basically determined. People can still status strive through their kids, but at a reunion no one really knows your kids so who cares. I’ve heard at reunions beyond 25 years people are even more chill. You are what you are at that point, and probably happy just to be able to be there.

  84. My wife kicked off the FB announcement/chat with her HS Class to prep her 30th coming up. She admitted right there that she doesn’t have the tech savvy to make anything fancy, but she wanted to start the conversation. She comes from a nice little town with decent people. Still has contact with a lot of them.

    My 30th would have been this past Summer, but no one mentioned a word of it what with the rona, although come to think of it, for all I know they arranged a virtual reunion on a giant zoom meeting by contacting people through FB. I stopped using FB a few years ago. It never occurred to me that, FB having such complete dominance over old-acquaintances, if I didn’t check, I’d never know.

    I don’t come from a nice little town. I grew up with diversity and had the benefit of a vibrant environment from the very beginning. All decent people fled that place as soon as they were able. To such a degree that I have no reason to go back, as I no longer know anyone living in that town (with exceptions). I made a comment somewhere else that it’s like visiting a foreign country, my home town. I don’t recognize anything, nothing is familiar, the people have already been replaced, as has the culture and the language. There’s some irony there, as replacing blacks with mexicans has resulted in the streets becoming safer and less crime-ridden.

    I haven’t been to any reunions. I don’t know anyone from my High School, from any Class, who’ve gone back for a reunion. FB had allowed me to get in touch with people from back then, and that had been enough.

    The idea of flying out to listen to rap is enough, all by itself, for me to reject the idea. Wanting to relive that time is bonkers.

  85. Yeah, people actually go to HS reunions? I wouldn’t know anyone (or care to).

    I do find, though, being on the cusp of 40, that I’m reaching the point where it’s very interesting to see where people “ended up”, in a way that wasn’t possible ten years ago at 30. Most people whom I see, or hear about, seem to have had trajectories pretty much on par with what one would have predicted.

  86. The Big Chill was a good movie, but got pretty weird when the wife asked her husband to impregnate her friend. Seemed forced and pretty irrelevant to the plot…

  87. “(or care to)”

    It depends on what one’s high school was like. Also it appears that late-80s was the last time in general that high school, as long as it was round-up-to-100%-White, felt like a community. For better or worse, it felt like just a degree separated from being one’s extended family. You sort of defined yourself with and sometimes against its culture.

    My high school was much like in the Breakfast Club, except that the jocks were also among top SAT scorers and were from very well-off families. Nerds didn’t really exist, though there was a “brainy AP clique” that was socially adept, mostly affluent, but just not into participating in sports. Finally, we had a redneck “Bender” subculture that was working class, smoked cigarettes and was known to do acid and pot. Some overlap between them and jocks, also with artsy girls.

    So my HS reunions are/were meaningful. Not college, though. I finished my Bachelor at a big university that had little in the way of social life unless you were an underclassman resident or in a frat. For grad school, I was in a very leftist environment where some people, the apolitical individuals, were pretty cool but I didn’t permanently click with anyone there.

  88. “The World According to Garp” was a strange and likeable but dark movie. I saw it once, in my twenties. Hadn’t read the book. It was a Feminist Epic but it felt like a compelling human drama/comedy. A great performance by young Robin Williams.

    Best moment: he and his newlywed wife are buying a nice, big house. Just before closing the deal, a small airplane crashes into its roof. (The pilot walks away banged-up but otherwise uninjured). Williams exclaims: “We’ll buy it!” His wife and the real estate agent look at him like he’s crazy, so he enthusiasticly explains: “What are the odds of that happening again?” It is an indelible expression of the then-young Boomer generation’s fearless optimism. One of their collective admirable qualities.

    The movie starts out darkly. Williams’ character is conceived by his arch-Feminist mother, who was a nurse, raping a dying WWII pilot for his semen. She goes on to become a famous feminist author. Other dark moments in the film include the accidental death of one of Williams’ children caused by the wife’s affair (they were drifting apart and he had an affair with a teenage babysitter first), along with the accidental castration of the wife’s young lover. A dramatic ending too.

    A thought just occurred to me: any shared themes with “Forrest Gump”?

  89. THAT MOVIE SOUNDS EXTRA DARK. IT WAS A BIG DEAL. THE STYLE OF THIS COMMENT IS A JOKE ON THE WORKS OF JOHN IRVING, WHO ALSO WROTE A PRAYER FOR OWEN MEANY, WHICH I READ AND QUITE LIKED, BUT DIDN’T READ GARP.

    I can’t continue to write in all caps, it’s too annoying. The joke is that the character of Owen Meany, was a prodigy who insisted on writing in all caps. (Obv that was before the internet.) The darkness of the storylines described by PA sound contrived; maybe it works in the book. Lucius linked a famous scene from that movie with John Lithgow whose character was in a healing center for being wounded: he was an ex tight end for the Patriots, which was a nice touch; the point of his comment, and the scene, was that everyone — perhaps rather: so many people — has a grievous wound that they can’t let go of; it defines them. Having had my genitals fed to rats (literally) for “w/o so much as the courtesy of a biowaste disposal protocol” [h/t Dr Christopher Guest, MD, Canada] is sometimes that thing for me.

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    PA and I both went to John Hughes High School, it would seem. High school doesn’t mean what it used to, that’s for sure.

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    EPG needs to sober up. I have been on the other side of that fence, and in fact have made that exact same post (as his above). It’s not a pretty picture.

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    I wanted to clarify regarding prison posting and the youRube channel I linked above, “GP- Penitentiary Life Wes Watson”.

    I said that Wes Watson says that if u go to prison in Cali, and u r White, you will be part of the Woods whether u like it or not. Unless and until you are a “chomo” or one of a number of other unforgivables.

    That’s an accurate statement, of what he says, but it doesn’t include the reality that u r part of that gang whether you like it or not, and YOU HAVE TO DO what they say. Your only to not to what they tell you, which includes some nasty stuff that frequently gets your sentence extended, is to go into PT which is protective custody, and out of GP which is general population. You lose all street status and cred for doing that, but a lot of guys do (apparently).

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