My primary motivation for creating and maintaining this site is to
burden my grandchildren with leave a legacy for my grandchildren (the Stickies), daughter, and son-in-law. Unfortunately for them, If I were to drop dead while writing this, as things stand at the moment, I wouldn't be leaving enough cash (or possessions) on the table to take the edge off of their no doubt overwhelming grief and sense of loss. Sorry guys. Oh well, at least you won't need lawyers.
Another reason I'm doing this is to demonstrate to my potential publisher/literary agent/syndicator, advertisers/etc., that I have the ability and discipline to crank out a weekly column and may even have a novel or two in me. Who knows? Perhaps I'll somehow go viral when I'm least expecting it. Google will get on my nerves, begging to place ads on my site, and the path to prosperity will at long last be revealed.
Finally, it's a hobby. I'm a dilettante with many interests and semi-humble opinions and it turns out I enjoy writing. I've tried to become a disciplined writer at various times in my life, but it never worked out. The available medium had a lot to do with it. It's just too much work, for me at least, to write by employing the traditional dead trees methodology. I'm a bit of a crank and an unrepentant smarty-pants, but I'm not a Luddite.
“At this point I reveal myself in my true colours, as a stick-in-the-mud. I hold a number of beliefs that have been repudiated by the liveliest intellects of our time. I believe that order is better than chaos, creation better than destruction. I prefer gentleness to violence, forgiveness to vendetta. On the whole I think that knowledge is preferable to ignorance, and I am sure that human sympathy is more valuable than ideology. I believe that in spite of the recent triumphs of science, men haven't changed much in the last two thousand years; and in consequence we must still try to learn from history. History is ourselves. I also hold one or two beliefs that are more difficult to put shortly. For example, I believe in courtesy, the ritual by which we avoid hurting other people's feelings by satisfying our own egos. And I think we should remember that we are part of a great whole. All living things are our brothers and sisters. Above all, I believe in the God-given genius of certain individuals, and I value a society that makes their existence possible.”
― Kenneth Clark, "Civilization"
I spend an inordinate amount of time online due to the fact that the Internet is ideal for a
But I've also self-diagnosed myself and come to the conclusion that I'm a well-adjusted (well, mostly) introvert. So, once you help me to become a successful writer, and entrepreneur (step 2), you won't have to worry about dealing with yet another talking head turning up here, there, and everywhere; wild-eyed and addicted to endless self-promotion. I stumbled on a great line in a Wikipedia entry entitled, Asociality. "Some popular writers have characterized introverts as people whose energy expands through through reflection and dwindles during interaction." Exactly.
[Aside: The Wikipedia entry credits the source of this wisdom, a book by Laurie A. Helgoe entitled, "Introvert Power: Why Your Inner Life Is Your Hidden Strength." Googling the sentence from the Wikipedia Entry that I quoted in the paragraph above generates numerous hits. Interestingly, no shortage of writers, of all stripes, have felt free to use the exact same sentence without bothering to mention either the Wikipedia entry or Ms. Helgoe's book. While a quick check revealed that Wikipedia, unsurprisingly, doesn't give a damn about who uses any of the uncopyrighted material (and how) that can be found in Wikipedia, I think that doing so without revealing the source, sucks sweaty socks.]
See!, I told you I was a crank. But I think that giving credit where credit is due is important. In instances such as this, it might also serve to slightly reduce the velocity of the firehose of data and information available via the internet. If you're just recycling other people's content you should admit it. Oh, and I don't steal music or video files, and I wouldn't even if actually knew how (hey, I do have access to grandkids). And I would never...
[Hey! let's move it along you pompous old fart.]
Oh, sorry Marie-Louise, you're right, as usual. Marie-Louise is my beautiful muse. She peers over my right shoulder and scratches my back if she approves of what I'm writing.
I have a decent pair of speakers and a subwoofer attached to my computer and I listen to music, or watch TV online, but I don't watch much mainstream TV. I'm more likely to be found watching documentaries via Netflix, YouTube and the like. My eclectic tastes dictate that when I'm in the mood for fiction I might be caught watching anything from mainstream network drek to (allegedly) cutting-edge made for cable. I'm a world class time shifter who rarely sits through a commercial. I thought this made me one of the cool kids, but I've apparently devolved into a typical hooplehead.
I read somewhere recently that the cool kids use their smartphones as their primary (often only) device for internet access and to listen to music. I don't own a smartphone as of yet, but I'm sure it's inevitable. And as much as I enjoy trying to talk to, or even better yet work with, people with surgically attached earbuds, and/or Facebook addicts commenting on the comments about their comment, I humbly and gracefully accept that I'm not one of the cool kids after all.
Now that I've accumulated a good bit of content without somehow going viral I've faced the book and can be accessed via a limited presence in the social media world. The Flyoverland Crank can be found on both Facebook and Google+ -- to shamelessly promote my writing. I use these services primarily to keep an eye on actual friends and family and to unobtrusively notify them, as well as my virtual friends when I have a new column available. Even then everyone has the option of ignoring me because you have to click on a link to get to this site if you want to see what I'm on about any given week.
I peruse multiple news sources and for the record, I think The Wall Street Journal is America's (and the world's) paper of record. Truly objective, and real, journalism combined with an amazing op-ed department whose motto is, "Free people, free markets." I'd rather you didn't send me a picture of that awesome quiche you had for breakfast. Real men not only don't eat quiche, they are even less likely to send you a (insert name of this weeks cool, new social media app here) of themselves eating quiche. Also...
[My imaginary gentlereader, Dana, interrupts. And you feel compelled to share all of this fascinating bonkercockie because?]
Well, the thing is, I feel (slightly) guilty because while I may post a comment about something, somewhere, I make no commitment to saying anything about anything, not even on Facebook or Google+. My posts here are my comments. My version of the frequently used, frequently annoying cliche -- it is what it is -- is: They are what they are; make of them what you will, feel free to argue among yourselves.
I've lost my taste for argument and/or debate. I prefer quietly considering various viewpoints and quietly deciding where I stand. The current, apparently highly popular practice of talking heads yelling at each other on TV, or everyone yelling at everyone else via the internet, is not enlightened discussion, it's common denominator infotainment. This website strives to create a hybrid, Enlightened Infotainment.
One last thing. As I was about to say before (deservedly) being interrupted by my imaginary gentlereader, who peers over my left shoulder while I'm writing, you will find a limited amount of links in my weekly letter. We all complain (especially me) about drowning in data. In my semi-humble opinion the ability to link here, there, and everywhere on the information superhighway often results in getting lost in traffic.
The fact that multitasking has been scientifically proven to be a bogus strategery (this would be a good place for a link) dovetails nicely with my belief that striving to live life within a personally mandated speed limit is an essential element of the Pursuit of Contentment, the title, and subject, of my very first column. For the record, that column was published on 7.23.15, but is now dated 8.20.16 due to technical incompetence on my part.
One last, last thing. As to my grammar, spelling, punctuation (particularly commas), etc., if you're a purist or language snob of some sort I apologize in advance, but not particularly sincerely, for my tendency to um, color outside the lines. For example, I spend a great deal of time anguishing over commas. I use a spelling/grammar checker that constantly beats up on me for the way I use commas. Being about as far from being a spelling/grammar master as it's possible to be and still be considered relatively literate doesn't discourage me from placing my commas where I think they belong, not that standing up to some free software requires much in the way of manly courage.
[Update: As of 12.24.16 all of my columns are letters to my grandchildren and great-grandchildren.]
Have an OK day.
P.S. Cranky don't tweet. (Scroll to the end of the column if you're impatient.) But he does have a Facebook page, that he posts to occasionally. He likes to be liked and/or followed, but not stalked. I told you I wasn't a Luddite.