Arcadia

I had picked up "Midway Arcade Classics" (1 & 2) for PS2, and am amused to play some of those old games that I played back in the day, like Spy Hunter, for example. My boys both love that one, and it cracks me up to hear them singing the "Peter Gunn Theme" from time to time. What amuses me is how playable those old games remain. I think they're more playable than a lot of far more advanced games that came out since then. Amazing to think I was 13 when that game came out. I haven't even shown the boys Tempest. B1 will lose his mind when he sees that one, I'm sure! I was 10 when that one came out! Lordy! One of my favorites, for sure.

Bahahahaha

I like this riff on that whole "Keep Calm" meme floating out there...

Death Star

This piece amused me, talking about the affordability of the Death Star.

D'oh, Canada

Well, so much for the "Saskatchewan Screamer." While it was sloppy-snowy-wet this morning, I don't think the city got more than three inches of snow. The winds are definitely howling right now, and it's pretty chilly, but the amount of snow was paltry, compared with the usual breathless weather coverage of it. Deal with it, people -- it's SNOW. It's still WINTER. It's not the snowpocalypse! Sheesh. I sometimes think the newspeople build up this kind of stuff for lack of anything otherwise newsworthy to report. Chickenshittery carries the day.

I'm glad to be home, though, with the steam heat going, having a beer, and otherwise just savoring my Friday. Work's been crazy-busy all week, which has worn me out more than usual by the end of the day. I've always been a morning person, anyway, and do my best work in the morning. By day's end, though, my brain is fried.

I bought B1 some new shoes today; since I'd gotten his brother some new shoes the other week, I check out B1's shoes, too, and could see that he's due for some knew ones. At the rate the boys are growing (B1 is now 4'11" and B2 is over 3'10"), I'm going to be having to get them shoes every other month, I swear! Already B1's feet are just a little bit smaller than Exene's, which is amazing. I think B1's going to be about 6'6" when he grows up. He's going to be a giant. But lordy, it's going to be a challenge to get him clothes when he's a proper teen. I can see that already.

Oh, Canada

So, I guess we're supposed to be hit by a "Saskatchewan Screamer," the term trotted out by the weather folks -- a big-ass winter storm heading through. It's purportedly heading in here around midnight, dropping 2 to 7 inches of snow. We'll see if it happens.

Fat Tuesday

Hope everybody has a great Mardi Gras, the most corpulent Fat Tuesday you can possibly have! In Chicago, with so many Poles here, they call it Pączki Day, in honor of their yummy Medieval uberdoughnuts. I don't think I'll go through the effort and wait in line for any Pączkis at the good bakeries today, but it is tempting, because they really are good. My favorite bakery for getting them is Dinkel's, but it's like me and half of Chicago. At least on the North Side -- it's like waiting in line for tickets to see a band. And I hate waiting in lines, and with work and all, I'd only be able to get there at the end of the day, so I'll pass on that today, but only with some reluctance.

BJ Blows

I love this takedown of Billy Joel...

http://www.slate.com/articles/life/the_spectator/2009/01/the_worst_pop_singer_ever.html?wpisrc=obinsite

A performer who I have described for most of my life as making "music for non music lovers." Much the way there are writers out there for non-readers (Stephenie Meyer, etc.), comedians for people without senses of humor (Dane Cook, Colin Quinn, etc.), intellectuals for non-thinkers (Newt Gingrich, etc.), artists for non-art lovers (Jeff Koons, etc.), directors for non-movie lovers (Michael Bay, etc.), restaurants for non-food lovers (Olive Garden, etc.), and so on.

Billy Joel, they can't stand you because of your music; because of your stupid, smug attitude; because of the way you ripped off your betters to produce music that rarely reaches the level even of mediocrity. You could dress completely au courant and people would still loathe your lame lyrics.

It's not that they dislike anything exterior about you. They dislike you because of who you really are inside. They dislike you for being you. At a certain point, consistent, aggressive badness justifies profound hostility. They hate you just the way you are.

Well said! For me, it goes back to my childhood, when a certain tone-deaf sibling would caterwaul to his songs. She had all of his LPs and probably an eight-track or two. I remember actually looking at his albums and playing them on my folks's hi-fi and thinking, even as a kid, "Wow, why does my sibling like this?" I didn't even have a musical aesthetic, yet, and I STILL disliked it, found him just dreadful on the ears. It's hard to pinpoint it, too -- I know I wasn't analyzing lyrics back then; it was the actual sound. The songs themselves, and how he sang them. I hated it. And then, when I could actually decipher what he was singing about, I disliked him all over again, in newer and deeper ways.

Aesthetically, artistically, and musically bankrupt, he is.  His success speaks volumes about our country. And to friends, semi-friends, non-friends, and acquaintances who might say "Aw, come on, Daibh, don't be so judgmental; he's not THAT bad." I'd say "Oh, he's WORSE."

Summits

I saw that Chicago's hosting both the G8 and NATO summits in late May. That is going to be wild. The city's going to be insane that weekend. There'll be protesters and everything else. And it being an election year, what with a president from Chicago, too. It's going to be over the top. I guess it's the first time there's been a NATO summit in the US outside of DC; and the first time in 30 years that a city his hosting both summits at the same time. It's going to be nuts. I'll be sure to have my camera handy, taking pix.

Winter Mixology and Days of Future Passed

Weird weather today. Snow at one point, rain at another. The fabled "winter mix" that meteorologists sometimes like to talk about. Good flu-havin' weather.

I'm amazed that next month'll be March, that we're midway through February already. Winter's hardly really happened, and we're nearly facing Spring.

Lordy, I turn 42 this Spring. I don't know how my folks felt when they turned 42, but it's just weird for me. My stepdad would've been my age now back in 1980, so, yeah, that was a long time ago. It'll be that way for B1, as there's the same span of years between him and me as between me and my stepdad (and, bizarrely, between him and HIS dad). So, B1 will be my age right now in 2044. That's just crazy. My 21st Century boys!

Weird to think that we're already 12 years into the 21st Century. I remember, as a kid, thinking about the Year 2000, how exotic and alien that seemed. I'd be 30 in the Year 2000. I remember distinctly thinking that as a 10-year-old. My nearly 42-year-old self laughs at that, honestly. Lurched right through 2000, and sailed by 2010.

Watched "2001" the other day -- B1 loved seeing the spaceships in it, hearing the music. But it amused me to watch a 44-year-old vision of 2001, and how futuristic is still was, how hell-and-gone far from that we are. No HAL. No moon base. No deep space missions.

"The Road Warrior" is, sadly enough, the most prescient of cinematic SF portrayals. I think we're likelier to go down that road than anything in "2001." At least here in the States.

Heartless

Valentine's Day, oohh! Guess I should do a love-themed post, right? Okay, here, goes...

I think people get into trouble where love is concerned when they either fail to understand what they really want, and/or fail to see the other person for who they really are.

1. Loves you for you: True love
2. Loves you for what/who they think you are: Deluded love
3. Loves you for what you can give them: Selfish love

I think those are the three options, really. And, in some cases, they aren't mutually exclusive. Now, you could semantically argue that Option 3 isn't love at all, and you'd likely be right. But I'm calling it that because people in that situation likely think they love Person X, and if you think you love, it's nearly the same thing -- objectively, it likely fails the "sniff test" as love, but people are so subjective about love that they may not think about it clearly enough (and few would honestly cop to being selfish in love; it's like how few people cop to being hipsters, or to being assholes, etc.) Selfish love seems like an oxymoron, and it is, honestly -- love can't truly be selfish, or it's not love -- but I see people caught up in selfish love all the time. It's out there.

Everybody thinks their love is true, but just like everybody thinks they're a good person, it's simply not so. As an empiricist and a skeptic, I would call bullshit on this. Know them by their actions, by what they do, how they treat you, how they see themselves. People would be better off if they actually had the stones to be honest about their intentions with love. But most people are afraid to do that, to actually face who they really are, and come to terms with it. 

The only one that really matters is Option 1, obviously. That's the strongest love, and if it's reciprocal, then you're in the best possible position. If you have a mismatch between loves, though, then you're in trouble. If you're not seeing the other person for who they really are, and/or if they're not seeing you for who you really are, and/or if you're not seeing yourself for who you really are, and/or if they're not seeing themselves for who they really are, then there's trouble right out of the gates. I've experienced this twice in my life, and it sucks. It is a roadmap for emotional pain!

People who are attracted to a "type" can also get into that kind of trouble, because, again, you're not seeing the person themselves, but some blend of 2 and 3, I suppose. I know many people who flounder through relationships because they are only attracted to that type, so it's like they're not even really seeing the person in front of them, but are drawn to a type, and can't figure out where it went wrong.

I know I have a type, and I wrestle with that. I'm old enough and experienced enough to understand that a type can be perilous, especially when stacked up against 1-3. It's easy to find attraction riding the coattails of love and fooling you. It's easy to be charmed by a type, only to understand, fundamentally, that she's not actually right for you. But the key is that self-understanding.

It's an identity tightrope. For it to work, you have to see yourself clearly, and you have to see the other person clearly. In so doing, in both cases, you have at least the possibility of true love. Any other situation, and somebody's going to get hurt.

Person A loves Person B as 1, but Person B loves Person A from 2 and 3. Net result: Person B feels some measure of contempt for Person A, and woe to Person A when they're not able to deliver whatever it is that Person B loves from 3. Person A then can either roll with it and suffer, or cut themselves loose.

Person X loves Person Y as 2, but Person Y loves Person X as 3. Net result: Person X gets used by Person Y, and either can't see it, or won't see it (depends on the degree of delusion they're carrying, and their capacity for self-abuse). Person Y just wants whatever it is that X gives, and woe to X when they can't deliver.

And so on. I would say two people "loving" each other as 3 would be a one-night stand, or a mutual hookup kind of arrangement, without anything deeper than that. Two people "loving" each other as 2 would be confusing and contradictory -- a case of two people probably not understanding themselves, and likely not understanding each other, either -- probably one of those dramatic unions where people argue a lot, just because they're a lot of misunderstanding. That's a union that would depend on mutual physical attraction more than actual love, is my guess.

Probably people inclined to love as 2 stagger from relationship to relationship, never understanding why it never works out for them. They're probably the ones who're embittered on Valentine's Day, wondering why it never works out for them, whereas I'd look at them and say that they need to get their heads out of their asses and understand who they really are, and what they actually want. Some introspection would serve them well.

Anyway, be honest about who you are and what you actually want, see the other person for who they really are, not who you think you are (or want them to be, or wish they would be), and certainly don't value someone for what they can give you (be it money, identity, security, etc.), and you'll at least have the chance of finding and experiencing true love. Beware of the "type" trap confounding your otherwise good sense, assuming you even have good sense.

"Happy Valentine's Day" | OutKast

Onion

Oh, man, this week's ONION is packed with good stuff...

Intelligent, Condescending Life Discovered in Distant Galaxy

Bahah!

Report: Watching Episode of 'Downton Abbey' Counts as Reading Book

*snicker*

48-Year-Old Man Actually Very Open To Dating 25-Year-Olds

Bahahah!

And others. Oh, man! Great stuff this week!

Snow!

Wow, we're getting hammered by snow; I hadn't even realized we were due for it, but it's really coming down. Not sure how many inches of snow we're due, but it's big, fat, fluffy flakes aplenty. Looks like we've gotten at least three inches, with no sign of stopping at the moment. Fortunately, I'm doing a grocery run tomorrow morning, so we'll be fully stocked.

Plagued

So far, so good. B2's recovering from his sickness, and neither B1 nor I have caught it (yet). There's always that existential dread when gastroenteritis season comes about, where you wonder when you're number's up, when you've managed that one lapse of vigilance that lets that nasty pestilence assail you. I told my boys "Make sure to keep your fingers off your face, and don't share cups food." Which helps, but, barring scrubbing down every possible surface, you can't ever quite know for sure if you're safe. It's like being on a plague ship...

Svartkraft, "The Plague Ship"

; )

Exene claimed B2 was puking all day, so I asked her when, and it turned out it had been only around 1:00 yesterday afternoon, so that was good. He had one lil' bout when I had him home last night, but later was able to keep down some crackers, so that's good. He rebounds pretty quickly. That's the marvelous thing about little ones -- they usually spring back from bugs like this fairly handily. He slept the night through, so I'm hopeful that he'll be good to go today.

I had bought B2 some new sneakers, got him some cool ones from Zappos -- a pair of black Chuckies and a pair of black argyle Vans. He loves both of'em, is stoked to wear them. I'm not part of the Cult of Converse, never was; in fact, it bugs me that there's this arbitrary indie hipster significance to Chuckies, as if wearing said shoes actually meant something. I view them much the way I view tattoos -- if you wore Chuckies in the 50s (and got a tattoo then, for that matter), more power to you. If you became a Converse cult member from 1990 onward (and/or got tats in that time), you're a cultural coattail-rider and a victim of adroit lifestyle marketing. FAIL.

At any rate, I waive that rule with kids' shoes, however, just because B2's lil' feet look so damned cute in Chuckies, and he needs to learn how to tie his shoes properly, anyway, so they're useful in that regard. He's more partial to the Vans, anyway, but he likes'em both. He'll be psyched to try his new sneakers out, I know. And they do look sharp. I just wanted B2 to have two pairs of sneakers handy, so he doesn't burn through one pair too quickly.