Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

I can’t rant!

 Posted by at 04:32  rants, Reflections
Jan 292013
 
Al Capps Joe Btfsplk the worlds greates jinx.

I might end up like Joe.

I’ve lost it.  It used to be no trouble at all to erupt in outrage at the drop of a hat even about the most trivial thing.  For example, I can remember going off because I could never find a ripe avocado at the store for guacamole.  I remember the feeling.  I was completely and self-righteously overwhelmed with the absolute certainty that I and every other human being in that store was entitled to find a perfectly ripe avocado right there, right now.  It was impossible for me to accept any thought that the store should be allowed to do business if they were only able to supply un-ripe ones.  I wanted guacamole.  I wanted it now and there was no excuse for any store that expected my business not to know that and have at least one perfectly ripe avocado awaiting my desire. My expectations were perfectly reasonable to me and I let my rant fly without a hesitation or doubt.

But these days my resolution waivers.  “Who am I?” I ask myself “ to believe that I should get what I want.”   What has happened and why have I turned into such a sniveling wimp?  It is troubling.

Maybe guacamole is not a life changing event.  Maybe it isn’t really important to have guacamole when you want it.  It seems trivial looking back- especially today when guacamole is not my prime directive.  There are ways to handle a ripe avocado deficiency and amazingly most people can survive without guacamole.  My point, though, is not about the importance of guacamole.  It is about rants.  Rants have nothing to do with being reasonable or responsible.  Rants are about knowing that you are important and matter and the belief that because you matter, someone will at least notice.

Definition of RANT

1

a: a bombastic extravagant speech

b: bombastic extravagant language

This is what the dictionary tells us about a rant.  I agree but a true rant is so much more.  Not only is it bombastic and extravagant.  It is also cathartic.  It releases a load of frustration building from an inability to accomplish something you want.  It clearly lets people know that you are somebody with standards and expectations.   Finally, it gets you off the hook for any responsibility for that failure.  The highest quality rants unload all of that frustration and pile it squarely and vehemently on the shoulders of someone or something else.  What a relief.

Well, I’m finding that something has happened.  Those rants that just used to flow naturally from normal day to day life have stopped.  It isn’t that I don’t get frustrated.  It isn’t that bad things have stopped happening.  It isn’t that the world around me has stopped being crazy and dysfunctional.  It is something else.  It’s just that somehow, I can’t summon the energy to let those rants fly and I don’t know why.  I have racked my brain for an answer but the ‘aha’ moment escapes me and if I don’t know what is preventing me from venting a good rant.   I can’t fix it.  The pressure and emotion build up and with no way to let it out, who knows what might happen.  I might blow a circuit and turn into a vegetable, or a serial killer or worst of all, an email marketer.  I need help.

The problem is that this pressure has turned my mind to mush and I’m impotent to act.  The minute I try to analyze the situation, I become mired in infinite possibilities and my mind shuts down.  I need help.  Times like these are when you need a coldly detached intellect to look at reality and tell you what to do so today I’m throwing the question to readers.  Help me out.  Tell me what is preventing me from producing a healthy and cathartic rant and how can I restore my psyche to its old uninhibited state?

This is as far as I can take it.  I will give you my best guesses for consideration but feel free to explore the universe to find what makes sense to you.  So far I have only two hypotheses which are:

  1. It is from living in California where nothing functions efficiently, government is against the people rather than for them and the only ‘good’ money is taxes especially if it is from the rich. I fear that because there is so much to rant about and no way that any individual can stop the craziness all around that my rant engine has overheated and shut down.
  2. Senility is setting in and my mind no longer demands logic, reason and responsibility in the world.

I have to add that neither hypothesis is appealing to me which may contribute to my inability to reason this out.  I’m waiting for reason from readers to get me past this.  Help me out so I can get back to normal.  It is more than I can handle on my own.

Ralph

Ralph is the inspiration for Cantankerous Old Coots and is our Grand Duke of Cantankerousness

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Down with Self-Respect

 Posted by at 11:39  Down with
Jan 242013
 

Self-respect: the secure feeling that no one, as yet, is suspicious. H.L. Mencken

I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them. Susan Sontag

I’ve been seeking self-respect all my life and now I’m beginning to think it was all a fools mission. In my early years I was confident

Self Esteem

Self Esteem (Photo credit: Editor B)

that everybody older than me had life under control while I careened from crisis to disaster. I used to wonder “What did they know?  and Who gave them the secret?” I wondered  when would I reach that enlightened state. I watched others move confidently through life, seeking to learn their secrets and hoping that nobody noticed my confusion.  I was, of course, a fool but not willing to face the music and admit it.

As I moved through life, I kept hoping that this stage would be the one where I finally figured it all out and took control of life. High school, college, graduate school, the army; it was all the same. I was barely managing to cope and, all the while, I was hoping to get the answer.

It seems like I was always posturing; hoping that I looked like I knew what I was doing. I never pulled it off. I may have fooled some people but I always believed that they could ultimately penetrate my facade and see the loser inside. I never managed to earn my self respect.

You can’t fool people who aren’t looking.

The sad part of the story and what I think most people miss is that nobody is really paying any attention to you. You don’t really matter in their world. You are a prop or part of the scenery; not the leading man your ego wants you to be.

So what’s the point here?

Now I’m trying to get this post to a point and it’s falling apart on me. I meant to say that self-respect is a mirage hanging over the horizon of life. We all want it but it really doesn’t exist. Self-respect  depends upon putting up a good facade so that nobody notices there is nothing inside. But what really frosts the cake is when you notice that nobody is even looking. You don’t even register on their radar.

I guess the point is that pursuing self-respect and seeking the approval of others is not only frustrating, it is useless like tilting at windmills, looking for unicorns and hunting the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; meaningless exertion that takes your energy and accomplishes nothing.

I’m not looking for pleasing anybody at this stage of my life. I’m not trying to fool them or pretend that I know what I’m doing. I know I’m lost but at least now I begin to understand that everyone else is lost too. There isn’t a secret except the secret that there is no secret. And if there was a secret, nobody would share it anyway.

Where was this when I needed it?

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Back to the real world

 Posted by at 13:56  Reflections
Jan 122013
 
Buenos Aires

Buenos Aires (Photo credit: SebKe)

I’m in the middle of our fourth day back from a month in Buenos Aires.  About the trip back, the less said the better.  Travel these days is not a pleasant experience.  I don’t need to say anything about airline food except that these days the only time you get it is on international flights where, I guess they fear riots if they didn’t provide something to eat on a 12 hour flight.  Believe me; nothing has improved since the old days when you used to get a meal on a long flight.  It’s pretty bad. The flight itself is tolerable (at least I find it so).  I can find a place for my feet and with a facemask, neck supporting pillow and a sleeping pill I can get a few hours’ sleep.

 

The killer is all the lines getting on the flight- and getting off.  The anticipation of the trip causes me to forget the ordeal on the trip out.  It’s the trip back that’s the killer.  You wait in line to check in.  Then you wait in line for security.  Finish that and you wait for immigration.  Your mind goes numb and by the time you get on the plane, you are bad tempered and ready to pick a fight about anything.  We barely made it to the flight after all that.  It’s not fun at all and when you are coming home you don’t have much to look forward to.

 

After about 26 hours in transit we finally got home.  It felt good for about 30 minutes and then my wife started cleaning.  I went to bed.  It is the only safe place.

 

By now, I’ve

 

taken care of the important stuff.  Sorted the mail; paid the bills; put away the stuff in our suitcases; stocked the pantry; called roadside assistance to start our cars.  Now it is just making the final adjustments to being back home and settling back into the old routine.  It was a great trip and I have a lot to share about but right now the big task is mental.  I still can’t believe that the vacation is over and it is time to get back to work.  It is hard to focus.  I’ll just close this post down and hope that my mind will start getting focused tomorrow.  Maybe it’s like getting the first olive out of the jar and it will be easier next time.

 

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Up with Wolves

 Posted by at 06:02  Up With
Dec 262012
 
Wolves Eating with Dominance Display

Image by Douglas Brown via Flickr

Just a minute!

Justin keeps us level headed around the old Cantankerous Old Coots campfire. Sometimes when the old cantankerous spirit starts moving me it just carries me away like those rampaging mountain streams up the hill from the old homestead. Sometimes I just let the spirit take me on a wild detour. I go with the flow, get my mojo working and ride the rapids into a dead end. (That was every cliché I could remember but if I missed any, please leave a comment because in my book, you can never have enough cliches.) So, as Justin reminds me, I got carried away about sheep lately. It’s time to move on.

Sheep are a fact of life.

But that doesn’t mean you let them take charge.  Like so many other uncontrollables today, sheep are both a problem and an opportunity. While sheep may not contribute to the dialogue here at Cantankerous Old Coots or anyplace else for that matter, if we intend for COC to dominate the blogosphere, we can’t do it without the support of sheep. There are just too many of them.

It’s a known fact that the population today is 95% sheep- probably more. You can’t have a successful blog if you bash 95% of your potential audience. But I can be dense. I was missing that point, being all engaged with my sheep fixation. Justin, however, was on top of the situation. He was watching our course while I scuttled the ship. Fortified from his early morning kettle bell meditation and smelling of baby powder, he stepped in to put things right .

Justin sounds a wake up call.

“Get your mind back on track.” He signaled subtly. “Sheep are the bread and butter here at COC, stop beating them up and focus on wolves.”

I hate to admit Justin’s brilliance because there is always payback. He runs a tight ship. I may have to eat crow in the staff meetings and do menial tasks for the next month but it’s better than chasing sheep around the pasture.  The truth is obvious.  There is no future in sheep. They are either maddening or invisible. Neither is any fun even when  you get to pick which you prefer. Justin counsels to pick invisible and I am forced to agree. (We’d ask Bob but he’s still looking for clean underwear.) So the consensus here at COC is that from now on sheep will be invisible. We know they are out there. We know that they constitute at least 95% of our potential audience. We know that if they do read COC, they won’t comment or fill out our surveys. We also know that even the most stubborn sheep will read COC from time to time and we are OK with that. We just aren’t going to tailor our communications to sheep.

The future is wolves.

Wolves are the new media darlings whether in Yellowstone Park or in the blogosphere. Wolves are restoring the ecosystems wherever they are re-introduced. I don’t doubt that a few wolves introduced into the right environment can solve all the world’s problems. Global warming- add wolves and make it better. Not enough jobs. Introduce wolf packs into the workplace to thin down the overpopulation. So if wolves are the future, COC is going to the wolves too.  Are you coming along with us?  We are safer in a crowd.

 

 

Ralph

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Dec 262012
 

The word is pain!

A Buenos Aires Taxi

It didn’t take this Coot long to find something he doesn’t like about Buenos Aires. You know how it goes. You discover something great that make life better and lightens your day. But then you find that it has a flaw- and not just a minor flaw that you can excuse and joke about but a major one that you notice every time you use it and causes you to look and feel foolish as well as experiencing pain. You use the damned thing because you need it but you go through hell every time.

The thing that continues to bug me here in Buenos Aires even though our trip would be much less enjoyable if they didn’t exist is the taxi’s. I hate to complain because there is so much positive about the cabs. To begin with, they are everywhere and easy to hail when you need one. Where ever we go. At whatever time we are out we can find a taxi. Not only that, they are inexpensive. They aren’t as cheap as the Subte (subway) but you don’t have to stand while you ride and they are much cooler. Pounding the pavement following my photographer wife can be grueling and when you can’t face riding the Subte, the taxi’s are a quick way home.

The taxi’s are wonderful. With many fine features, they do make getting around sprawling Buenos Aires manageable but those feature come at a cost. I really do appreciate the Buenos Aires taxi’s but each time I use one I pay dearly. It is agony to get in and out of one. Maybe it’s no problem for your average Portano. It is a big problem for a tall, old Coot with some pain in the knee joints. Getting in and out of the darn things is painful and time consuming because the back doors are built for midgets with tiny feet.

Just a bit of background on the Buenos Aires taxi’s. They are all black and yellow with the same paint job even though there are multiple taxi companies. They are all four door vehicles but can be any make. We have seen Chevy’s, VW’s, Peugeot’s, Citroen’s, and other I can’t identify. They are all uncomfortably small with doors that don’t leave room for my big feet or room to get my knees out of the way. If you are tall it is a problem to get in and out but if you have any joint pain, it is torture.

Over time I have developed better techniques but they aren’t pretty. Sometimes I can lie back and swivel my feet in the air to get them out of the door. Other times it is a long shuffle while I manually maneuver my feet through the tiny space provided. It isn’t fun or graceful and it is never painless. I have no idea whether the Argentine government specifies the size of the doors. What I do know is that whatever the make of the taxi, the doors are the same inadequate size. There is no reason to discriminate when you are looking for a taxi because whichever one one pick will be uncomfortably small. I do know that if I found one with a bigger door, the driver would get all my business.

 

 

 

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