The road to Nowhere.

The answer to both questions today is the same. When I feel like I’m not getting anywhere or my brain is stuck in a rut, it’s time to unplug. I’m on the road to nowhere and scrolling for directions. I distract my brain with fluff, so I feel like I’m doing something, anything.

When I need to reconnect, I get on a road to nowhere. I go road hunting, trying to get lost without a map. Wake up in the morning, crank up the bike and ride all day. Usually, I’ll stop at some side of the road restaurant for a late lunch. My mind is clear and somewhere along the way, I’ve found my way. I hope that everyone has their own road to nowhere, even if we don’t get there the same way.

Daily writing prompt
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

One part different opinion. One part not caring about feelings, a dash of sarcasm. Stir vigorously.

I guess it comes from a lack of tolerance for poor arguments or lack of understanding of the subject, but I like to stir the pot. Especially when people parrot talking points without doing the research to support their arguments. I’ve been accused of everything except having a right to my opinion to losing my humanity. The names I’m addressed by are attempts to insult or intimidate me. It’s simpler than that, I don’t care.

Lately it is about the upcoming elections and associated topics. Abortion, gun control, freedom of speech or religion, tolerance and accepting disturbed people claiming absolute authority to change language to suit themselves. I don’t have to respect you or your beliefs. You don’t have to respect mine. Just don’t expect me to bow to your alter of wokeness or victimhood.

My sole outlet is to post my opinion and attack weak arguments with logic and facts. I hope that somewhere, I’ve at least made people think about what they believe and why. I don’t even expect to change minds, just make people think.

Besides, it’s fun.

Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

The perfection of self.

If you follow my religion, you are a purist, outdoors in nature. Though some have taken to worship inside, using modern technology and simulators. As a group, we endure the novice, who wander the fairways in search of their lost ball. Those who only practice on special days or holidays. They lack dedication or are overcome by the mundane world of family or work.

It is simple. Break it down to the basics of The Drive, the Approach and the Putt. Everyone has a different ritual for each step, but it comes down to focus and repetitive acts. What it teaches each of us is patience, moderation of force and inner peace. Each step bringing you closer to your goal. If you miss your target, you have to take you next swing from where you are, not where you want to be. The final shot is precise, distance, speed, looking for every variation before you. Good life lessons there.

When I started playing golf, I tried to hit the ball as hard as I could and hoped. As I grew to understand the goal of the game, I became more concerned about the outcome over the flash of an impressive shot. Repeating the mantra, “Slow down. Shorten up the back swing”, I came closer to my goal. Not perfection, just better than I was last time.

I am religious about golf since I retired, in a secular sense, trying to find that quiet place in myself. It’s something that I’ve done throughout my life when I was trying to find my feet. I was working my way through PTSD or divorce, turbulent changes worked out while I was concentrating on a sport.

Daily writing prompt
Do you practice religion?

The world at your fingertips.

Yep. I’m old enough to remember life before the internet. The glory days of RadioShack and Block Buster Video. The evolution of music from albums to 8 track and cassette, finally compact disk. Having to do research when the library was open or a library card so you could take a book home. Who remembers AOL launching its free software and having to dial in. What baud rate were you using? Printed books! Finding a really good book and passing it to a friend. Being terrified by King and “The Shining” just through the words of the author.

We were definitely more connected to people around us. Being able to connect with anyone at any time. We were also more considerate of people’s schedules. You didn’t call at dinner or after 8 or 9 PM. Playing games meant going outside or gathering around a table, using cards and markers instead of bits and bright lights and game consoles. We didn’t have a computer in our pocket that could connect us to the world. Your cell phone is more powerful that the computers used to launch the lunar missions and design the space shuttle.

I can take any book or music I want with me as I travel across the country. Any country. Constant stimulation instead of waiting patiently for my number to be called at the DMV. Or forbid, making small talk with a stranger.

Finally, where did cat’s sleep before keyboards?

Daily writing prompt
Do you remember life before the internet?

What’s the point?

Have you ever considered what having it all? All of your wants and desires filled. Never having to work or strive. No reason to get out of bed or even be a functional human being. How sad.

Part of what sets us apart is what we work for or achieve. Have you ever heard someone congratulated for never having worked or achieving anything? I would wager that you have heard of someone who worked their whole life only to die after a few months of retirement. They didn’t have a reason to get out of bed.

The most common answer to this prompt is probably, “If I had it all, I would do X”. Or something to that effect. Having it all would be a death sentence. I’ll pass.

Daily writing prompt
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

There’s a list.

My younger self. I need to go back and whip my butt until I learn enough not to screw up so many things in my life. Maybe sit down and reassure a younger me that things will get better and slow down and enjoy the little things that will never come again.

My Great Grandfather. I want to thank him for being so strong an influence in my life.

Sam Clemens. If anyone can help me laugh about the state or our current political mess, I think it would be him. I really need to find a way to laugh right about now.

Daily writing prompt
Who would you like to talk to soon?

Do you mean like, Beanie Babies?

I remember all the booms, pet rocks, beanie babies, cabbage patch kids, G.I. Joe action figures and Star Wars stuff. It goes on. We are a nation of hoarders. If you don’t believe me, explain crypto currency. Nostalgia collections are pretty lasting, cars and motorcycles. Gun nuts I understand, I mean can you really stop at one? Then you have to talk about them, usually at length, well past the point of interest of non-collectors.

I was more interested in memories and experiences. I traveled with the Army and the memories and experiences grew, broadened my horizons. I still travel, trying to experience other cultures and food. Especially the food. It’s kind of hard to carry food back on an airplane though. So, I started collecting money from everywhere I visited. It doesn’t take up a lot of space and when I sort through them, I get to relive where I was.

I have my memorabilia from the Army and police, patches, badges, medals and uniforms, enough to fill footlockers and duffle-bags. Also, artwork from local artists or unique pieces that I could turn into art. Strangely, I don’t keep many photos, no time to stop and pose.

Daily writing prompt
Do you have any collections?

Limping in a Winter Wonderland.

I remember when winter was magical. The first time I saw snow, I was three. I stepped off the front porch and fell through a drift that was taller than I was. Winter in the Finger Lakes was excitingly different from Mississippi. The childish delight of getting cold and wet from snow and staying out until your cheeks and ears were numb. We lived by a dairy farm and had the run of the fields while the cows were kept close. It could also be deadly, like falling through the ice on Canandaigua Lake and walking home before hypothermia set in. Our family dog saved me, that’s another story.

Now, it’s a little more painful. Jumping out of airplanes was fun but tore up my knees and back. Fighting took my hands with arthritis. Even living in Pennsylvania for nearly 25 years hasn’t made me immune to the cold. As much as I love winter sports, I can’t take the exposure much anymore. It hurts too much. Under forty degrees, my hands stop working well. By the time it hits the twenties, my legs don’t want to keep up their end of the whole body working together concept. It’s sad really.

I admit that I still enjoy the cold weather in small doses. I’ll sit in the lodge and drink something to warm me up until everyone else gets done skiing or until it’s not a good idea for me to try to ski. Whichever comes first. Raw fall weather with leaves changing color and the wind whipping around is exhilarating. But it’s painful now, so I’ll take it in smaller pieces and limp through the memories.

(Not me in the pictures, my wipeouts were much worse.)

Daily writing prompt
How do you feel about cold weather?

Personal and Collective Morality. (Morality 5)

I assert that morality, the internal compass for right and wrong, is personal. It cannot be a shared or be community standard simply because we all have different priorities, and those priorities change from day to day with our lives. When I was a teenager, I had questionable and flexible moral standards. As I grew, became a man and assumed adult responsibilities, my internal compass changed. Get married, quit chasing random women. A father, well, there go most of the toys and self-indulgent hobbies. Personal priorities are a constantly shifting patchwork and cannot be shared with the whole community.

Collective morality is a myth, or at least a mislabeling of an observed standard of conduct. If morality is internalized than community standards are ethical, external standards, enforced either by community disapproval or codified as law and punishable as such. Any conduct that is forced or enforced cannot be moral, there is no choice other than obedience or punishment. The act is simply avoidance of punishment or defiance.

There is a tendency of communities of similar standards to raise children to reflect their beliefs and standards of conduct. Christians raise their children, with varied success, to whatever standards are derived from their version of Christianity. Jews, the same, depending on their sect, or Islam. Living in the northeast, I have the handy example of the Amish. A strict sect that will expel anyone who violates the precepts of their faith and community. What the children learn from their community is what will become their internalized moral standard. It is impossible for everyone to share the same world view and priorities. If nothing else is applied, the perceived rank within a family is different Father, mother, children by age and talent.

At best, the collective standard can be the mores, customs and conventions that when viewed externally, can roughly define what a community believes. Further division occurs in different communities or subcultures. What comparisons can be made between urban and suburban cultures; nations differ significantly as well. Is there a universal standard for good and evil? Is it possible to achieve a single standard when there are cultures that believe everyone who does not share their beliefs is wrong and somehow lesser? Sadly, the answer is no. As long as one group rejects the foundational beliefs of equality, a universal definition of good and evil will be impossible.

In “Famine, affluence and morality”, (Singer 1974), Singer argues that it is a moral requirement to send any excess funds to support charities. The argument is based on an equivalence argument that breaks down once past the benefactor/recipient stage. If you send your funds as food support to an obscure African village, the chances are fairly high that the local strongman will benefit more than the intended recipient. Singer simply created a logic box and excludes the reality of his proposition. If we shift our perspective along the layers of interaction, the different moral and ethical standards are obvious

The affluent feel obligated to provide for those less fortunate, either from altruism or self-aggrandizement. Starting from the doner, the desire to donate excess funds, an obvious first world problem, comes from a need for recognition.

Practice makes perfect.

Live an interesting life and you have interesting stories. I spent a while kickboxing. It’s a lot of fun if you like collecting bruises and broken bones. Ask any fighter and they probably can’t tell you how many times they have broken bones in hands, arms, ribs, the occasional jaw. Kickboxers can add toes and shins. My right hand has fingers that are different sizes and shapes. After a while, I stopped going to the emergency room unless I needed the bones reset. The worst bone I broke was a vertebra in my lower back and didn’t get it checked. A couple years later, I realized that was a mistake. A training accident in the Army and I was lucky it was that lite.

One thing I learned was that there is a difference between hurt and injured. If you’re hurt you can keep going, accomplish the mission, keep fighting. Injured means you need to stop. I never quite knew when to stop. Pain means you are still alive. Stay in the fight. Do something.

In hindsight, it may not have been the best mantra to live by.

Daily writing prompt
Have you ever broken a bone?