Feb 032014
 
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I guess I can’t blame Justin for this weeks topic- unless he subscribes to the Chicago school of voting and stuffs the ballot box. I have to blame the readers for the ridiculous choice of oil stains as  this month’s topic. My personal choice was Bat guano, principally because of the mellifluous way it flows off the tongue although I certainly appreciate the boost it gives my garden. Readers, it seems, have minds of their own and this month, our readers demand oil stains. So be it.  As I see it, oil stains cover the range of life experience and are an unsightly but necessary part of life.

Early oil stains

As a kid, I was blissfully ignorant of oil stains and the problems they create for a housewife and mother like my Mom. In general the way to avoid problems around the house was to wear ‘work clothes’ doing anything messy. So long as I had clothes that didn’t need to look immaculate – meaning oil and paint stains among other things and I wore them doing messy things, my mother was cool. What drove her crazy was my pillow cases.

Keeping my carefully maintained ducktail took lots of heavy duty hair creme– a polite term for the grease that kept my locks shiny and in place through an active teen aged day. We didn’t have the high tech goo that kids today use to make their hair into lethal weapons. We had grease. It worked well but the downside was the big oil spot on my pillow case. It didn’t bother me. What did I care about a greasy spot on a pillow case that nobody would see. For my mother, however, it was a challenge to her housekeeping prowess. At first she tried to get those stains out but eventually she gave up since there was an endless supply of grease. In the end I got my own dedicated pillow case, easily identified by the big oil stain where my head rested each night and my mother made sure that a bedspread always covered the offensive pillow case during the day.

But there are bigger oil stains!

Beyond my own personal oil stain experience, the demands of modern civilization have produced oil stains of much bigger impact- I’m talking about oil spills. Most of these involve accidents with oil tankers spilling immense quantities of crude oil into the ocean and the subsequent staining of adjacent beaches. Entire industries developed to deal with the environmental damage from theses spills boosting the local economies wherever these accidents occur. The most recent staining event was the blowout in the Gulf of Mexico last summer. Although the blow out finally stopped, the cleanup efforts are still under way. The Gulf spill was the biggest one yet, we have had some doozies over the years,  as this summary of the largest oil spills in history will show.

But there are more examples of oil stains

But there is yet another kind of oil stain which may be even harder to remove than crude oil or bryllcream. That stain is produced by the oil from the democratic process in action. Good old oil of vitriol. Like we saw in the marble halls of the state house in Wisconsin this past week. There was a lot of the old oil of vitriol flowing there  and it doesn’t seem ready to stop. Oil stains in marble aren’t easy to remove but since vitriol is essential to political dialogue, statehouse cleaning crews are always ready to meet the challenge.

Unsightly but necessary.

Oil stains, it seems, are a unavoidable in modern life, whether on a personal basis, economic basis or a political basis. Life gets messy and one of the consequences is oil stains, We could probably create a world where oil stains don’t happen but it might be a pretty unpleasant experience. It would be a world without the modern conveniences we know and love like the automobile. We might have to shave our heads to ensure that no unruly locks are out of place. Finally we might have to accept that democracy and the freedom to express our thoughts and feelings is just too untidy so we need a dictator to keep everything clean and neat with no oil of vitriol staining our public places.

Yeah, this coot doesn’t like oil stains but he has learned to put up with them because freedom is worth way more than perfect cleanliness.

 

 

Feb 032014
 

In insecure moments, of which I seem to have far too many, I ask my wife if she will miss me when I leave to run errands. This seems to bewilder her but she manages to offer some encouraging comment to send me off. I suppose since I’m always around, the concept of missing me just fails to resonate with her. I’m no fan of country music but sometimes only a country-western song can explain life’s mysteries so simply. “How can she miss me when I won’t go away?”

Missyou

Please go away.

Well, I trust that Cantankerous Old Coots readers don’t have this problem. I’ve been away for six weeks. At this point it is fair to ask, “Did you miss me?” I don’t expect an answer sincereadership here at COC is apparently a secret pleasure. Expecting a comment or encouraging response to a post is too much to ask. Management and staff alike are conditioned to perpetual silence from our readers- even as their numbers continue to grow. Perhaps there is another country-western song out there to explain this but this Coot doesn’t have the stomach to listen.

What I do know is that I missed composing posts for COC. You might think that bitching about life is the easiest thing in the world but the truth is that, all things considered, life is much better than any of the alternatives. When I sit down to bitch, before I know it, I start thinking about how good things actually are and my complaints seem trivial and contrived.

When I sat down this morning, I was ready to lash out about our unresponsive readers, complain about Justin’s demanding management style and Bob’s extended honeymoon. I was prepared to add a few comments about food shopping and pickpockets in Peru with a some asides about foreign airports. Mysteriously, my annoyance and venom seem to have faded. Collecting and organizing my thoughts, I find that the issues that annoy me are pushed aside by pleasure in connecting once again with our COC readers.

Maybe readers haven’t missed me for the five week absence. Maybe even going away isn’t enough to generate a sense of loss without my posts, but I find that that doesn’t really matter to me. What matters is that I missed you.

Jan 072014
 

** editors note, I don’t know what is with wordpress sometimes….this post is now 24 hours into trying to be published.  I hope it is this time**

When is it time to say enough is just e-freaking-nough?? (Sure the language is not as cantankerous as possible but we have to have some family decorum.  Like it or don’t.)

So I am on today about people who push themselves to be “Guru’s” in their field.  Now I know that this is the idea behind muchof the business we are in with blogging and product creation.  We have to make people respect us and want to pay for our opinions on things.  That is fine, go forth and create.  Just don’t fill us with bull crap along the way.

Now, this will make my wife mad but here is what has been bugging me.  Jillian Freaking Michaels.  Now it doesn’tmatter what her real qualifications are, she has set herself up to be the know-all, be-all of fitness and training.  Now I am not saying that this necessarily a bad thing.  That is what we are trying to do.  But there are extremes.

Ms. Michaels is just about EVERYWHERE now.  She is on 2 TV shows, has food supplements, a web site, a ton of fitness equipment and video games.  All geared toward making you feel bad about yourself.  I mean getting a person to lose weight because in her world, if you are not like her, you are a fat pig.

I guess what has really gotten me going about her is the smug, airbrushed, windblown poses that grace every product she puts her grimy name on.  I was listening to one of her radio show podcasts at the insistence of my wife and there was a caller who was on saying how she worshipped Jillian Michaels and how she was the best ever and how the sun rose and set in her pants, blah blah blah.

This is the problem I have with “guru’s”.  People get so star struck with the “big” names that they forget to be their own person.  That is a future Coots lesson by the way.

My biggest issue, just sticking your name on anything associated with your niche is not necessarily a good thing and tends to dilute credibility.  True cantankerosity comes when you can say, “Screw it, I am doing what I want and you can take all of this superfluous crap and shove it.”

Take hold of your stuff.  Make something great and quit trying to prove how great you are by branding everything you can think of.  The first Jillian Michaels jock strap that I see….somebody dies.

Now, go do something useful.

-Justin

Jan 072014
 
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Down with the Yankees!

Nothing makes this Coot happier than to see the Yankees lose. Let’s give a big cheer for the Rangers who sent then home for the season last week. Gotta love those underdogs from the hinterlands. The Yankees represent everything that is wrong with America today – money, priviledge and arrogance.

I come by my Yankee phobia naturally. I grew up in Kansas City where in ancient times the Kansas City Blues were a Yankee farm team. Every time the Blues had a good season, the Yankees harvested the stars leaving the team flat. When the Philadelphia Athletics moved to KC, nothing changed. The KC A’ s continued to function as a farm team for the Yankees. Roger Maris was a painful example as this quote from Wikipedia notes.

Maris made his major league debut in 1957 with the Cleveland Indians. On April 18, 1957, Maris hit the first home run of his career. It came at Briggs Stadium in Detroit and was a grand slam off Tigers pitcher Jack Crimian.[2] The next year, he was traded to the Kansas City Athletics with Dick Tomanek and Preston Ward for Vic Power and Woodie Held. He represented the A’s in the All-Star Game in 1959 in spite of missing 45 games due to an appendix operation.

Kansas City frequently traded its best players to the New York Yankees – which led them to be referred to as the Yankees’ “major league farm team”[citation needed] – and Maris was no exception, going to the Yankees in a seven-player trade in December 1959, with Kent Hadley and Joe DeMaestri for Marv Throneberry, Norm Siebern, Hank Bauer, and Don Larsen.

Heart, pluck and spirit are not part of the Yankee tradition. It is raw power, bullying and all the entitlement that money can buy. Thankfully this year we are spared the ordeal.

***Edit note from Justin: I found this clip from Doug Stanhope about the Yankees.  I feel the same way.  Warning for extreme coarse language.  Listen at your own risk.  You have been warned, don’t come back and complain to us.

Jan 012014
 

You read right folks, today is not Thanksgiving, it is Black Friday Eve.  If you haven’t, read Ralph’s post from yesterday, he explains things well.   So is this the first step to abolishing Turkey Day?  I was driving around the other day trying to get the last of the stuff for Thanksgiving, I mean Black Friday Eve, and all I saw was Christmas stuff and Black Friday sales.

It was Monday of this week and Wal-Mart had already discounted what little Thanksgiving stuff (napkins, plates and the like) they had.  I didn’t see one “Happy Thanksgiving” banner or anything that didn’t have to do with the mighty and all powerful Black Friday.  Commercials on the TV are toting the virtues of black Friday and opening up stores at midnight, if they even are closed for Thanksgivng Black Friday Eve.

I have to say this MUST be the beginning of the end.  Soon the turkey tradition will be gone, replaced with Black Friday specials at Burger King, Chick-Fil-A and Sizzler (just 3 places that I saw who were open on Black Friday Eve.)  We will soon grab a whopper and go home to not watch football games, but whole hour long blocks of commercials sponsored by Toys-R-Us and Wal-Mart.

Amazon.com will probably join in and offer Black Friday Eve promotions that start at 10 AM  on the Thursday that used to be Thanksgiving.  Like Ralph said yesterday, there is no differentiation between holiday’s anymore.  I try very hard to keep Christmas separate from everything else.  I fight tooth and nail in order to keep Christmas from invading until after Thanksgiving.

It still trickles in not long after the Halloween decorations go down.  I am accepting this little by little but I will be damned if that tree is up and decorated before the turkey carcass is cooled.  But there are deals and presents available sometime around election day.  Bah.  Humbug.  Even the bell ringers were out on that Monday BEFORE Thanksgiving, er Black Friday Eve.

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I for one will not be participating in Black Friday festivities this year.  Despite the lack of money to participate, I have lost the desire to brave the cold and crowds for a few good deals that are mostly gone by the time I get there.  On the news last Saturday, there were already people camping out at Best Buy.  What a load of, well, this is still supposed to be a PG-13 blog so I had better save that line.  You get the gist of it.  Plus, if you want a secret, MOST of the deals you can get on Black Friday are also available online.  Many you can get at Amazon for nearly the same price right now.

Speaking of Amazon, if you like this blog and would like to help Ralph, Bob and myself spread some Christmas cheer, please link to Amazon with our affiliate link over there in the right sidebar.  It will take you to Amazon.com where you can shop to your hearts content and not pay anymore than you normally would.  We just get a small portion for sending you there.  Enough commercial.

Are you planning on hitting the sales this Black Friday or even this Black Friday Eve?  Are you giving up?  Are you going to attempt to hang onto tradition and have THANKSGIVING?!?!?  I am.  I would like to hear your plans down in the comments.

for now, I have to check some ads and try to figure out what to get people for Christmas.  I did just get an email about quality fake ids…

Have a good one,

-Justin