I am more and more convinced, as I read (and as I age) online articles, blogs, social media posts or whatever you want to call them, that these lists and advice the so called authorities post, giving the reader the impression they are experts on certain subjects, are simply wannabes and blowhards trying to impress and get more clicks. For the most part, I must admit, they succeed in that respect, regardless of how faulty and baseless their claims. It goes to show, historically, how much more convincing an argument is when it is in print. If a person just says something, it is percieved as less authoritative than something that is printed, be it on paper or digital.
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Get Off My Lawn!
I am more and more convinced, as I read (and as I age) online articles, blogs, social media posts or whatever you want to call them, that these lists and advice the so called authorities post, giving the reader the impression they are experts on certain subjects, are simply wannabes and blowhards trying to impress and get more clicks. For the most part, I must admit, they succeed in that respect, regardless of how faulty and baseless their claims. It goes to show, historically, how much more convincing an argument is when it is in print. If a person just says something, it is percieved as less authoritative than something that is printed, be it on paper or digital.
Thursday, June 12, 2025
A Contended Fisherman
The Fisherman and the Businessman
A gratified fisherman whose name was Jaime, lived in a modest
town on the Baja Peninsula in Mexico, and every morning he would push his small, one-man boat
into the calm, Pacific waters, and row a couple of hundred yards into Gonzaga Bay,
and using a simple cane pole, would catch a few fish. After a while, happy with
his catch, he would calmly row back to shore, stow his boat, and stroll home,
humming a simple tune, to share his quarry with his family and he was a very contented
man.
One day, a vacationing, successful, American, businessman, walking
along the beach, spotted Jaime and interested in him, asked about his routine.
“You know,” said the American, “if you spent a couple of
more hours fishing, you could sell your catch to the market.”
“Why do that?” asked Jaime.
“Well, then you would make more money and save up to buy a
bigger boat with a net.”
“Then what?”
“Then you could sell more fish to more markets and make lots
more money.”
“Then what?”
“Then you could buy more boats", the American continued, "hire more people, catch more fish and start your own cannery.”
“Then what?”
“Then you could export canned fish to markets all over the
world including America, Asia, Europe.”
“Then what?”
“Why, then you would be a successful businessman and finally
you could sell your cannery for many millions of dollars.”
“Then what?”
“Then you could retire a wealthy man and do whatever you
wanted to do”, concluded the American.
“Hmm,” said Jaime while rubbing his unshaven chin in thoughtfulness.
Finally, he said, “But I’m already doing what I want to do now.” He then gathered his pole and string of fish and began his way
home, humming a simple tune because he was a very contented man.
Sunday, June 1, 2025
The Reluctant Artist
I always thank them for their kind words but they're very wrong. I'm not gifted nor naturally talented, not by any stretch of the imagination.
In an unrelated incident...
Ludwig von Beethoven had just finished a performance of one of his own compositions and was surrounded by a crowd of his many admirers. Each person was generous with the outpourings of praise and admiration in the direction of the famous composer.
One woman gushed "If only God had given me such a gift of genius." to which Beethoven turned an unfriendly look in her direction and said coldly, "It isn't genius, madame. Neither is it magic. You can be as good as I. All you have to do is practice on your piano every day, eight hours a day for forty years."
Mad Magazine was my preferred literature of choice
It may be odd for many people to hear this, but I never had an ambition to be a caricature artist. It has never crossed my mind in all the years prior to finding it to be a profitable venture. At the same time, no one should make the mistake of thinking I didn't like drawing and making my own gags since childhood, but it was somewhat of a personal thing that I kept mostly to myself.
A hungry Pauper
However, the possibility of drawing caricatures of others, live and in public, with dozens of people watching me do so, was the certainly not on my list of things I wanted to do. Without going too deeply into it, I decided to give it a try only when unemployment compelled me to do so.
It didn't just come to me, though. It's taken many thousands of tries to get to the point where the public will pay for it. I sometimes tell people after receiving their gracious comments about my "natural gift" that it's no gift. It's lots and lots of practice.