I regularly read between 20 and 30 blogs. Some writers post new material every day, some post new material every couple of days, and some (like me) post whenever the hell they feel like it. The challenge for me as a reader is that I don’t normally feel like surfing across 20 or 30 different websites to see who has new stuff posted. This is what RSS Feed Readers are for.
OK, that’s a lot of mumbo-jumbo. The practical upshot is this: When you’re the Safety Director of a company that does a lot of highway construction work, you end up investigating a lot of traffic accidents. Getting drug out of bed at 2AM to go look at an accident is bad enough. Standing on the side of an empty highway taking pictures of dead, burnt bodies at 3AM is worse.
This could have been such a simple transaction, you know? In effect, I said “This is the truck I have. This is the truck I want. This is what I’m willing to pay. If that is acceptable to you, we have a deal. If it is not, I will leave and happily continue driving my truck which I like very much.”
You know, the thing is, I’m really not a very nice person. In fact, I’m kind of an asshole. I don’t stroll through life looking for people to shower with compliments or anything. I guess I just spent enough time dealing with the public and customers (especially when I was a whitewater raft guide) to know that when people aren’t happy, they will sure as hell bitch and whine about it – so when something impresses me, or makes me happy, I make it a point to let someone know. I’m not trying to make the world a better place or anything. In fact, I’m probably just trying to encourage more of the things that I like.
I was talking to an old friend tonight who just started with Facebook. I started giving him some pointers – what to do, what not to do, that sort of thing – and it occurred to me “This would make a good article for the site.” It didn’t, but I decided post it anyway.
A few weeks ago I wrote an article about an encounter I had with a guy in Orlando who described me as (not making this up) “a sinister fellow wearing a dangerous hat.” Yeah, I’m still laughing about it. I’ve been referring to my headgear as Danger HatTM ever since. Anyway, the article prompted a couple of people to e-mail me asking general hat-related questions. Hence, a Danger HatTM FAQ seemed like a good idea.
Winter is not nice. Winter is hard and cold and lonely and brutal. It is the season of death and emptiness. From my honeybees huddled together in their hive, to the massive oaks in my front yard, everything that lives out there began to slowly starve to death back in November. If they employ every strategy they know, ration every resource, and are very lucky, they may live to see spring. It is the time of desperation.
I spent my birthday lounging in a huge jacuzzi with a big cigar in a Vegas casino. I shot a hole in a man’s hat, but I let him take it off first. I saw a show on Broadway. I danced with my wife at a Christmas party. I gave a speech to 200 people, and didn’t screw it up. I wrote articles that were read by thousands of people.
I was heading through Nashville last week and I had a few hours to kill, so I stopped by Jackson’s home, which he called The Hermitage. Interesting place. I wouldn’t drive cross country to see it or anything, but it’s definitely worth a visit if you’re in the area. The museum makes the same mistake all museums make that are dedicated to someone in particular. Specifically, it claims that golden shafts of sunlight shone out of Jackson’s ass and he was the best thing since knife met bread, but as long as you take all that with a grain of salt you can learn a few things if you pay attention.
Nowadays, pretty much anyone who is a victim, is also automatically called a hero. Now don’t get me wrong, being a victim of something can certainly give you the opportunity to be heroic, but does it automatically make you a hero? I’m not sure about that. Some of the people we stick the ‘hero’ label on didn’t do anything more exciting than getting up and going to work. The fact that somebody decided to blow up their workplace, or walk in and try to shoot everybody, doesn’t really make them a hero. It just makes them a person who had some bad shit happen to them.