Monday, November 4, 2024

Bill is Spying on me!

 I've been spending time over the last couple of years with a group of men for coffee immediately following a meeting of the Katy Business Connection. This group of us turned into a type loosely based on the mastermind group originated by Napolean Hill long ago. It was a discussion of our recent ventures into business and a discussion of our projects. A type of group that inspired us to stay focused on our respective visions.

Sadly, it has of late, drifted away from those intentions I just mentioned and has become more of a social group and the dominating topics are politics and conspiracy theories. Recently another member has been added to the group and now, our group texts have descended into a hodgepodge of sophomoric memes usually denigrating the democratic party and elevating Trump to a god-like status. 

All fine and good but I'm not one who likes to participate in such things, but it was tolerable just to spend some time talking to others about writing, drawing, marketing, creativity and other things of applicable interest. Even the few jokes and other diversions were fine, but it seems the substance of meaningful discussions seems to have diverged and taken a back seat to useless information such the hidden fortunes in a shovel full of dirt that will change the world or the thrust-to-weight ratio of the F-111. 

About two weeks ago, the scales really tipped for me when a member of the discussion group said the reason, he doesn't drink Coca-Cola products was because they contain nano-bots.

"Why do you think they contain nano-bots?" I asked.

"Because" he said, "Bill Gates is paying Coca-Cola to put nano-bots into their products."

"Why would he do that?" 

"So, we can be kept track of."

"Do you mean there are tiny little robots in Coke?" I asked.

"Yes, and all Coca-Cola products." He answered.

I stared at him with astonishment at his answer and it was just then when another member of the group, who was listening unbeknownst, chimed in and said, "in the same way they put them in the covid vaccine". Again, I was bewildered at this.

I was compelled to then ask, "Tell me something, do you believe the world is flat?" He replied in the affirmative. 

"And the moon landing, it was a hoax?" Again, yes, to him it was a hoax. 

I inquired a little into the belief system of the others and they shared the same opinions and without making suspicious inquests, and with a few other observations, some which have gone unnoticed over the preceding weeks and months, I've come to a decision: I need to cool my participation with this group. 

Here are some of the other interesting behavior traits:

  • Donald Trump is a genius
  • fasting cures cancer
  • "I refuse to pay $7 for a cup of coffee"
  • Purple shirts will change your life
  • The US government flew planes into the World Trade Center
Topics of discussions such as these are a waste of not only my time but also of my mental energy. I have much more urgent matters on my mind which have to do mostly with my professional wellbeing, not the perceived prowess of Bill Gates' connivances.

Maybe my friends have all reached a point in their life where they can freely discuss such matters without guilt or fear of losing valuable time and maybe they're right about everything, but it's not where I am for now. 

I'm smarter than that. I'm not saying these men whom I've come to know aren't smart, because they are. But their ways are not my ways, and their thoughts are not my thoughts. It's risky for me to make such a decision because I need all the help I can get and I've made poor decisions and choices in the past, but this one can't be denied. If they are right about everything then that's fine too because if they are, I've not lost a thing. But for now, I can't waste my intellect on what I perceive to be an ineffectual squandering of mental effort. 

What am I to replace it with?

Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Rites of Passage

 I don't know when or how it happened, but I've been keeping some sort of record of things since I was a youngster. It seems it has always been a natural tendency of mine to jot down things in words, drawings or both and in these latter years I've discovered that it's become a kind of vouge thing to do either in an attempt at lay people indulging in more creative habits or as a type of  popular, therapeutic self-care. It's become more prominent in the mainstream, in no small part, since the advent of social media because so many "gurus" of mindfulness suddenly appear out of nowhere as "experts" on ways to release one's demons through journaling , to use a popular term. 

It brings to mind the Barbara Mandrell hit from 1981, I was Country when Country wasn't Cool because all the newly discovered ingenious methods of healthful practices are things I've been doing for decades. Stopping just short of saying I was bullied for it, I took much kidding and razing throughout the years for doing such things. The harassments continued even well into adulthood. Now, with a nod toward Ms. Mandrell,

Look at everybody trying to be what I was then.

I confess my pride about how It gives me sense of victorious satisfaction to know that the things that the undesirable people in my past who often tyrannized my preferences by chasing me down hallways after school to rip up my collections of drawings and notes or who took the books I was reading and ripped the pages out of its binding, are the ones now trying to mimic me, even though they would never admit it. Okay, so maybe it could be described as bullying but it was at a time when bullying was seen as more of a rite of passage.

Who am I to Argue

 There was once a prospector of long ago who had set up camp for the night after a hard day of prospecting. He was frying bacon and brewing coffee over his campfire, anticipating a lovely dinner under the open, star filled sky among the soothing sounds of crickets when he heard a rustling in the brush getting closer and closer.

By and by, a sizable, thickly bearded man dressed all in leather emerged riding a grizzly bear which he was controlling by a tight grip on his furry neck with his strong, large hands. He rode right up to the camp and said in a gravelly voice, "I'd be obliged for a swallow of coffee".

Not being one to turn away people in need and taking into consideration the riders imposing size and roughness, the prospector agreed and the stranger, without getting down from the grizzly, reached for the scalding hot coffee pot, grasped it with his bare hands and poured half of its scalding contents down his throat without a wince. He wiped his mouth with his leather sleeved arm, replace the coffee pot onto the fire and said,

 "Many thanks. I hate to run off so rudely but there's a man chasing me and he's one bad son-of-a-bitch."


Thursday, July 25, 2024

Talent ot Passion, Which is it?


 In the book The Algebra of  Wealth by Scott Galloway, the author suggests we follow our talent, not our passion. I, for one, tend to agree with this philosophy because typically, those who advise us to pursue our passions are already rich. The author wisely states it's important to have a primary source of income and have a side gig we are building in the process. We have to pay our bills while building a side hustle and not only that, it provides diversified income. 

I must confess that most of the time over the last decade, I have relied on income from my window washing business to get me from month to month while building (and continuing to build) my graphics business which is, for now, drawing caricatures at live events. 


In fact my "passion" does not even rest with drawing caricatures, logo design or illustrating and it certainly isn't window washing or any other labor for that matter.  If I were to "follow my passion" as they say, it would probably be related to cooking 

but don't expect to see me behind 
anyone's counter as a short order cook. 

My passion for cooking can be better described as a hobby and would be more outdoor cooking with a fishing rod in one hand and a drink in the other. Nearly everything else I do, including commercial art, is a means to an end and that is financial security

Once that end is realized then I may 
be free to pursue that passion abundantly.

When it comes to creativity I most love drawing what I want to draw and then maybe try to sell it but this method has a slim chance for financial success. In fact, that's where the expression "starving artist" originated and the galleries and art shows are full of them. My modus operandi is to draw what people ask me to, then draw it, and they buy it. This formula has a 100% rate of success for me and while I'm at it I can still pitch my other works of art and merchandise.



Tuesday, July 23, 2024

Youth is Wasted on the Young

Reprinted from my book,


 

It's a youth oriented world...

Many have spent a lifetime wondering if they could have made a contribution with their talents and many go to the grave still wondering.

Rich Karlgaard wrote a book entitled Late bloomers and in it he explains the tendency in America to espouse a youth oriented culture. The media and society in this country favors early success and the prevailing attitude among many is that if you haven't struck it rich by age 30 you have  missed the boat and somehow doomed to a life of mediocrity.

This is not only untrue but would be terrible news to the millions of late bloomers who have yet to hit their stride.

Many don't hit their stride till their later years which is testament to the value of years of life experiences innate in late bloomers and their potential contributions. 

It can be early programming as in my case that slows things down but many times it takes wisdom and experience to discover it. 

I'm impressed with today's youth who find their calling early, go on to great success and they deserve all the credit they have coming to them but when you look at the statistics the odds are not in favor of early success.

I'm also impressed with the late bloomers who discover their purpose after years of tempering and hardening:

  • Harland Sanders was 65 when he created Kentucky Fried Chicken.
  • Rodney Dangerfield's first break was the Ed Sullivan show at age 46.
  • Duncan Hines was 55 when he wrote his first book on food and hotels. At age 73 he licensed the rights to use his name on cake mixes.
  • Julia Child's first TV appearance was at age 51.
  • Laura Ingalls Wilder was 65 when she published Little House on the Prairie.
  • Jack Cover received a patent for the taser gun at age 54.
  • Harry Bernstein published his first book at 93. Before that he was a freelance writer and editor till age 63.
  • Peter Marsh Roget was 69 when he began Roget's Thesaurus and completed it at age 73. He improved upon it until his death at 90.
  • Kathryn Jooster was 42 when she began pursuing an acting career. She played bit parts till age 66 when she won an Emmy for her role in Desperate Housewives.
  • Anna Mary Robertson, Grandma Moses, started paintng in her 70's. Her work was displayed in New York's Museum of Modern Art at age 78. She was 92 when she wrote her first book.
  • Edmund Hoyle wrote Rules of Card Games at 70.
Abraham Maslow put forth his hierarchy of needs in The Theory of Actualization. He said not only is it vital to live uo to our full potential but it is also our moral obligation to do so.




"Musicians must make music. Painters must paint. Poets must write if they are to be ultimately at peace with themselves. What humans can be, they must be. They must be true to their own nature."
                                              Abraham Maslow

My mistake, and the mistake of so many others, has been the mismanagement of priorities. I've given undue regard to my early programming and the social expectations competing for my attention. I deferred to my fears in order to satisfy my sense of security which led to unhappiness and, in an ironic twist, I never found the security I sought.








Life is hard. It's Harder if You're Stupid

Sunday, July 21, 2024

I Do but I Don't

These words were written by the immortal Ernest Hemmingway and even though it was specifically penned for the subject of writing, the same could be said about nearly any project or endeavor ever conceived. Substitute, if you will, the word "writer" and "writing" for another venture:

  • Artist/drawing
  • salesman/selling
  • runner/running
  • cook/cooking
I often doubt if I truly want to do any of the things I say I want to do  because so often I might choose to take a nap instead, or watch TV, or surf the web or anything else unrelated to my stated desires. 

The late Brian Klemmer wrote in his book 

If How-to's Were Enough We Would 
All be Skinny, Rich and Happy

that if we set a goal to make $100,000 a year but instead we made only $70,000 then we really didn't want to make $100,000. We say we did but our deeper, more focused desire was, instead of doing what was necessary to reach the goal, we were unwilling to do something uncomfortable, or something that would make us look ridiculous. Maybe we didn't want to to do something that would be interpreted as pushy and as a result, we lost sales and we fell short of the goal we set. 

This can be said of anything we say we want to do. What is the stronger desire?





Tuesday, July 16, 2024

The Geek and Pablo Picasso

 


There's a story of a business whose internet crashed and in a panic, the owner reached out to the nearest computer expert to solve his problem. Not long after, the computer geek showed up with his clip board, wearing a white shirt and thin necktie and he was shown by the owner where the servers were located
.

The repairman leaned over and looked at some flashing red and green lights and exclaimed, "aha".

He placed his clip board down, reached behind the server and gave it two gentle taps and just as he did, everything was back online.

"Thank you so much!", said the owner. "You've saved my business and I don't know what I would have done without you! How much do I owe you?"

At that, the repairman pulled out his invoice booklet, wrote down a number and handed it over to the owner.

With horror the owner exclaimed "A thousand dollars? Why, that ridiculous! You were only here for 5 minutes and all you did was tap the server! I want an itemized invoice!"

So the meek repair man wrote another invoice only this time it read, 

Tapping the server.......$1

Knowing where to tap......$999

There's another story of a lady who was drinking a cup of coffee at an outdoor café in Spain who was seated directly behind the famous painter, Pablo Picasso. 

Pablo was sketching on a paper napkin and as he was working his magic with his pencil the lady was watching from behind. 

Eventually, having finished his coffee, he rose to leave with his sketch when the lady stopped him and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Picasso. I was watching you while you were drawing and I was truly impressed. May I please buy it from you?"

"Certainly" he answered, "It's $500 dollars."

The lady was shocked and said "That's a lot of money for a pencil drawing you did on a paper napkin and it only took you 5 minutes to draw."

"No ma'am your wrong" said Pablo, "it took me 50 years." then he put it in his pocket and walked away.

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

The Man Who Didn't Play Checkers With Einstein

 


Not everyone’s life has transformational moments that set one’s life on a different course as did George Allen’s. During the 60’s and 70’s, George Allen was one of the most eccentric, superstitious and winningest coaches in pro football.

But in 1944 he was a midshipman at Princeton, and he became obsessed with meeting Albert Einstein, also at Princeton. He heard that Einstein was a checkers player, and George became obsessed with the desire to challenge him to a game so one Sunday after church, George walked to Einstein’s off campus house and knocked on his door. Einstein answered, George introduced himself and told him of his intentions and asked the Professor if he would oblige.

Einstein said he was not much of a checkers player but after being persuaded by George’s pleading, he reluctantly agreed and said he did not own a checker board and asked George if he had brought one. George had not, so they said their goodbyes and George turned to leave.

On his way back to campus George began an extended, self-lacerating, internal dialogue. What haunted him wasn’t the fact that he forgot the checkerboard because he had not. In fact, he strongly considered bringing it but what stopped him was the thought that walking across campus to church and then into town caring a checkerboard would make him look crazy.

Having lost an opportunity, George made a vow never to worry about what people thought of him ever again and by the time he took the coaching job with the LA Rams in 1966, he had left it far behind.

George Allen was a winning coach and was known and sometimes ridiculed for his eccentricities but after the Einstein experience, he let them talk. He was a perennial playoff team with the L.A. Rams and Washington Redskins and also won the NFC Conference Championship in 1972.

Friday, May 24, 2024

Statistically Speaking

 


I read somewhere on social media that a certain percentage of people who returned their shopping carts to the chorale situated in the parking lots of retailers are more successful than those who don't. I don't recall the exact numbers but they overwhelmingly favored the cart returners, of course.

How do they know this? 

Is there any conceivable way an accurate number can be given regarding these arbitrary statistics. I've never seen people in parking lots wearing white shirts and thin neckties, holding a clipboard and asking shoppers about their income. Certainly, no one has ever approached me in a Kroger parking lot to ask about about my personal success and if they did I would either lie to them or respectfully refuse to answer. Has anyone ever received a phone call from Tass news agency concerning shopping carts?

Regarding the subject, nowhere is it required that a person must place there used cart in the chorale. The service is provided as a convenience but not required. But some shoppers think it repugnant that a person would not participate in the practice. One comment from Reddit said,

"People that don't return their shopping carts to the cart return are probably horrible people."

That's a very strong and presumptuous remark. I define a "horrible" person as someone who is a criminal, thief, abuser, swindler or con-man. But not returning a shopping cart?

I must admit, at the risk of being villainized, I don't always return the cart. If I've had a long day, and I'm tired, it's hot and I want to get home, and the corral is not close, I just might decide let the employees do it. 

I remember when I was a sacker for a grocer in high school, one of my jobs was to retrieve carts from the parking lot which was part of my paid obligation. It was my job. My job put some money in my pocket. I was young and full of energy. I didn't mind doing it and in fact I was happy to get out of the store for a while and it wasn't the shopper's obligation to make make my job easier. 

I also sacked peoples groceries, carried it to their car, and brought the cart back in with me. There wasn't a chorale to make my job easier. Now-a-days if a store employee retrieves carts is he considered being taken advantage of? 

Is he being treated horribly?

People are also very divided on the subject of self-checkouts. Some feel they don't get paid to check out their own groceries; that's the checker's job. Right? Taking the shopping carts into consideration, how long will it be before shoppers who prefer to have the store employees check out the groceries are considered unsuccessful and horrible people?

There was also a time when service stations had attendants fill our tanks for us, wash our windshield and check the oil. One would be hard pressed today to find a full service station. Every gas station in my town is self-serve. If someone were to open a full service filling station, I think it would be very successful.

But I don't hear anyone complaining how they don't get paid to pump their own gas.

Would companies have to hire more sackers, checkers, and gas station attendants to do the work instead of putting customers to work? What wrong with that? We already pay enough for our things and now do they want me to make it easier on their bottom line?

Thursday, May 23, 2024

Whats Wrong With Me?


 People often ask introverts "why are you so quiet? You should talk more. Smile, life's not so bad." Being an introvert I find it not only a silly remark but also a very off-putting one. I never ask the extroverts...

 "Why are you so loud? You should 
frown more. Life's not that good." 

Introversion is commonly looked upon as some kind of malaise from which we need to be cured when quite the opposite is true. Being reserved and reflecting is how some people work best as we don't talk to think. Instead we think to talk. And we don't need to be "cured".

 I've also been told, "I'm going to bring you out of your shell." Would it be appropriate for me to answer to the talker, 

"On the contrary. I'm going to put you in a shell." 

Introverts have a way of being alone and being very happy about it. I, for one, like to eat alone. I like going to the movies alone, I like to watch TV alone, I like to fish alone. Generally, I like being alone most the time. Sometimes I might be plotting how to conquer the world but other times I may be thinking of nothing at all; literally nothing. Many times when a man is asked "what are you thinking" and when he says "nothing", he really is thinking of nothing and there is nothing wrong with that.

Saturday, May 18, 2024

Boss Toss

 


William Magear Tweed (1823-1878), also known as "Boss" Tweed, was the head of Tammany Hall, the most powerful political machine in the history of New York and possibly the country. Tweed bragged openly about how much power he bought  with huge bribes and scoffed at reformers, who couldn't touch his organization no matter how much noise they made.  "As long as I count the votes", he said to one  do-gooder,  "what are you going to do about it?"

Tweed treated the press with the same contempt telling them to print all the disclosures they wanted, but one activity of the press did concern him. Tweed was incensed by the caricatures of him drawn by Thomas Nast supplied by Harpers Weekly.  "My constituents can't read", he said, "but they can see pictures!"


Eventually, Tweed was arrested, charged, convicted of bribery, and 
subsequently sentenced to 12 years imprisonment. However, his influence was so  great that he was allowed to visit home everyday till one day he simply slipped away. 

He escaped to Spain where he was certain he could conceal himself from the prying eyes of the press. However, within months he was identified and extradited to the USA to complete his sentence. His downfall? Someone recognized him from a Nast caricature.


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Monday, January 22, 2024

Don't Let Me Do This Alone!


 I've never been one for New Year's resolutions. Well I can't say "never" because in my younger days I wanted to be on that band wagon but as I aged, I realized there wasn't much to it. It was simply a fun thing to do around the last day of the year and it amounts to not much more than a to-do list for the first couple of weeks of January. I find it amusing also how the so called pundits have a statistical day (January 15th) when most people give up on their New Year's resolutions. 
                  
How do they know?

Is there an office or phone bank where the workers are randomly calling people asking if they are giving up on their resolutions yet?

However in recent years I've set yearly goals and even that has changed with the passing of time as I've altered the terminology from goals to objectives. I might expand on the reasons for this verbiage some other time, but suffice it to say for now, I am presently engineering my objectives for  2024.

For all of my adult life I've not been a smashing success at fulfilling my yearly objectives. Why do I keep trying? Needless to say the alternative to trying is very grim, is it not? Over the past couple of years things have changed a great deal and these shifts I speak of are mainly regarding my professional career which this blog is limited to addressing. 

   I'm on a journey and for the readers of this blog, I welcome you to join me in it's progress, if any.

When I wrote Shut Up & Draw, I wrote in the introduction how Tracy hinted that if I didn't do something profitable with my drawing talents to earn income, she made a thinly veiled threat to have a nice weeny roast for the grandkids using all my drawing implements as fuel for the fire.


I took this threat seriously enough and wrote the a book albeit with modest sales.


                                                           

As the impetus from the energy of Shut Up & Draw has waned, she is revisiting her earlier threat. Therefore, in the spirit of marital harmony and overall good business, (that is earning a living) I renew my pledge to succeed. 

                Join me, if you will

Friday, January 5, 2024

Back Off. I Have a Bumper Sticker


I'm often amused at bumper and window stickers on cars. I believe they equate to t-shirts with catchy slogans and people want to appear unique or contrary to the norm. What I find interesting is how millions of people use these same bumper stickers, so I ask myself "how unique are they if so many others do the same thing?"

So often I feel the stickers on cars are meant to manipulate others into modifying their driving. I'm seeing more and more the bumper sticker that says 


In fact, I see it so often on cars from nice, expensive new ones to old jalopies. I suspect the drivers find the bumper sticker in a gag gift shop and display it on their bumper to excuse their poor driving skills. On one particular incident, I was driving behind a minivan with the proverbial

window sticker as if somehow it was going to change the way I drive. The funny thing is, the operator in question was not driving well: swerving, riding the brake, crossing lanes erratically and generally driving badly. Eventually I passed her and glanced over to notice she was on her phone. So, the lady who was demanding everyone take care not to put her child passenger in jeopardy was herself driving like an idiot.