Random Thoughts

It is five minutes after midnight and I just barely avoided breaking my neck over crap the family left in places you can only see with night vision or if the lights or on.

It more than pleases me to say I avoided both minor and major injuries to be here with you because that kind of crap doesn’t just go away.

The big injuries can leave lasting effects but so can the small ones that come with the little nagging things that stick around for far longer than you would like them to.

So color me grateful for having dodged that particular bullet especially as I discovered this evening that a certain noodle product from Costco hates me.

It was an unexpected and unpleasant discovery especially as I had no reason to consider this item to be something my wacky digestive system wouldn’t like.

Color me less than pleased but not with a real pen, marker or paint.

I Dare

Don’t think I did a particularly good job with that photo quote above but it works for now and provides an opportunity for me to answer the unspoken call to action in it.

I dare.

I am taking action to encourage fortune to favor me but I won’t write out precisely what I am doing here because I am mildly superstitious and there are boundaries in blogging.

You don’t need to know everything and given that updates here have been a little sporadic I might save material so that I can resume something more consistent.

I’ll also share that I am nervous about some of this, but mostly in a good way. If it goes as I hope it could be pretty darn good.

And if not, well I am not going to put much energy into that because I don’t want to borrow trouble or jinx myself.

Sometimes you just need to run and expect life to unfold as it should.

Told Steiner the minor that very thing tonight and laughed because I called him Steiner the minor and he made a face.

He is not a minor anymore, hasn’t been for a long while and neither is his little sister.

He told me I am old and that is why I forgot that he isn’t a minor. I disagreed with his assessment of my age, I don’t feel old and can confirm there are many far older.

But I concede I am not the young guy at the office anymore and haven’t been for a long time.

Not quite ready to retire, but far closer to that than to the beginning of my career. Now I listen to the guys who talk about shlepping their kids to soccer or ballet and smile at fond memories.

The digital resume rolled out across my screen accompanied by a droning noise someone said was supposed to be color commentary about what I was seeing.

Instead of generating interest, it worked as an alternative to Ambien and I began to wish for another 198 ounces of coffee or a baseball bat to the head.

Had I done a better job of maintaining a poker face I would have fooled the people with me into thinking I was paying attention and not fighting to stay awake.

But I didn’t and I was fighting to find toothpicks for the eyelids.

Eventually, they asked me what was bothering me and I gave a blunter answer than I intended about being bored to death.

“Skills are nice but you have to do something with them otherwise they just look pretty.”

We bounced a few more comments back and forth and they asked me what made me an expert.

“I am not saying I am an expert but there was a time when people paid me to produce content and to provide a marketing plan. Those skills get rusty but they don’t disappear.”

It’s Not About Reusable Content

The conversation made me realize that a few things have changed in the decades since I graduated from college.

Talked with my own progeny about their college experience and pushed the importance of producing good content that demonstrates an understanding of the topic and application as needed.

“It is not about reusable content, it is about showing you know what you are talking about. Do that first and then you can look at how and if to reuse the material.”

The folks at the office got the same sort of advice/comment as the kids did. It isn’t and wasn’t me trying to B.S. anyone into this particular idea because it is bedrock to me.

If you want to tie it into blogging it fits in as the need to make sure you are not boring yourself with whatever you write.

Because if you are bored there is a pretty damn good chance the reader will be bored too.

Find the angle of interest and run with it. Can’t please everyone and don’t need to, but you have to capture some.

Some is enough.

Also in reference to blogging, there are moments where it is advantageous to reuse content. I have done it multiple times where.

Might do it again quite soon.

New readers come by and old ones who haven’t read certain posts might appreciate it.

There is a balance, not that I necessarily know where it is or use it, but I think about it…sometimes.

Moving on from this post with thoughts about integrating these songs into a new post.

Song one

Song 2

Song 3

Got three or four ideas for a story inside my head and that is without thinking hard about whether they ought to be integrated into one or expanded into six or seven.

If you cared enough and took the time I could take you through the seventies into the eighties and into the present.

And hell, I might tell the tales anyway because I am that guy whomever that is anyway.

Or at least that is what someone said to me, “you are that guy” and I didn’t fight it.

I just nodded my head, smiled and said “you have no idea.”

That is what happens when you try to label me or pin me down. I don’t like it very much and I respond. Maybe it makes me juvenile or maybe it just means I am human.

Don’t think I am particularly different from many, I am just a man.

It Happens This Year

Made a decision about a few things a while back and decided I am going to get the answers and do something about them.

“It happens this year. I take action or drop it all and move on because it is time.”

Not sure who I was talking to when I said it, but I know I said out loud so it maybe it was for me. Maybe I had to say it so that I could my own voice and accept the promise I made to myself.

Sometimes that is what you have to do, speak out loud and hold yourself accountable to yourself.

After all, if you can’t do it for yourself than whom are you are going to do it for.

That is how we have to roll. Can’t be good for anyone else if you aren’t good to yourself.