05 December 2018

From the School of Old ... in the Key of Trad Dad


Trad Dad FatScribe Tweets into the Ether About Millennials
I'm old school.

I don't think cops should be ambushed.  Or shot at ... let alone shouted at.  Or even refused service at fast-food joints with a barista or hair-netted marionette whose strings reach all the way back to some email pushing talking points from progressives, or some intersectional obsessed young upstart who has not clue one regarding what IRL real life is all about, in any way, shape or form. I'm so old school, I think cops should be called officers.  In my old neighborhood in SoCentral where my two boys and I lived for almost 8 yrs, we'd wave at every single LA firetruck (Station 66 was a mere 2 blocks over) and every single police car and their officers who, thank goodness, drove through our narrow streets near Hyde Park off Slauson.  LAPD and LA Sheriff's alike were welcomed sights for sore eyes.

I'm old school, like I said.

Even though I'm not, really that old, not like Boomer old. I'm Gen-X (okay, that's old enough) old, which is typically liberal/moderate leaning, but I am decidedly and definitely worldview old, like a good classical liberal should be. I believe that sex, sexual innuendos, and crass talk are inapprops for the workplace. Totes inapprops (thanks Paul Rudd for that introduction into vapid vernacular of modern comedic cinema).  It breeds contempt, the crassness, not the comedy.  Those who accommodate such behavior, make allowance for it that is, or who engage in such conduct become inured to the idea of "boundaries."  If there was ONE thing I learned from my divorce, it is that boundaries ("you do you & Ima do me") are important in all walks of life, even when talking shite at work.  If it's after work, off-hours, at the local watering hole, say whatever you want to whomever you want. A co-worker who may be in your vicinity can leave that joint if you're acting the fool, being out of line -- he or she or they can simply walk away. But a co-worker cannot or should not have to leave their work place because of your proclivity for inappropriate conduct.  See the diff?  Making my trad dad point?  (I'm feedin' ya pearls, here.)

Yeah, I'm old school that way.

I respect my friends who may be third-wave feminists or progressives who believe in breaking barriers, but please try and remind your friends that some of us in turn may be old school first-wave classical liberals who believe in standards, standard-bearers (formerly called gentlemen), and Ed Ruscha's "Standard Gas Station," but I don't need to get sneered-at if I happen to be in front of you and hold a door (God forbid -- yeah, I said God).  Oh, and don't think you'll be adjudged poorly if you offer a polite thank you to the schlub who may hold a door open for you someday. Just the other day I was having steaks with a law school bud in Manhattan Beach and waited for a beat to hold the door open for Kurt Rambis (all 6'7" of his maleness) who politely said "thank you" and we both met our parties waiting for us. It's called a societal courtesy, and they're a good thing (as my gal Martha Stewart is fond of saying), whether said courtesy is offered to a male or female, and we all could use more of that in our lives.

I'm old school in my schooling, too.

I believed and believe that university was/is for iron to sharpen iron. That newly-minted young adults go in to the halls of academe to learn to hit deadlines; learn the beginnings of a profession; and are warmly shown how to think critically by taskmasters who are tasked with inculcating young minds with knowledge of life & profession, throw in some wisdom, sure why not, but not ideology.  Our Gen Next sons and daughters in this current class of higher learning with accompanying high six-figure price tags should not to be brainwashed by a hegemonic structure of progressive pabulum that completely shuts down a critical word, a different approach, or a traditional worldview to the "issues of the day."  The traditional approach to university life seemingly worked for a century or two prior produced the greatest progenitors of powerful global reaching companies ... and now college life is about subjective social justice warriors ready with their doctrinaire answers desiring to work in high-paying Silicon Valley.

Yup, old school like that.

06 November 2018

Friend or foe ... Vote!

Selma march, 1965 (unknown)
I love Fall.  My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving: family; falling leaves of colour (I like the colorful spelling of color better -- it's the Anglophile in me); expressing thanks to the divine and our fellow man for the things we're blessed to have and thankful for those we can hold.  I love Fall (capital 'F' fall). I love Fall so much, I'll even call it Autumn.

One of the other things I love about Fall is the franchise, our sacred November right to vote on the things of import in our lives which happens on "the Tuesday following the first Monday in November."

Some tips from a sclerotic conservative of faith:

1. If a measure/proposition involves a tax increase, vote agin it, my friend.  I mean the government already wastes so much of our money and have the poorest of poor stewardship history with our money, they have forfeited the right to ask for anymore of our funds.  So, no, you get no more tax funds.

2. If it involves a bond, same as above ... that's a nope vote, and I'm votin' agin it once more. Our brood, our amazing children, are already saddled with a Sisyphean task of paying off the debt handed down by Boomers, Gen-Xers (my guys and gals) and others, that they WILL NEVER be able to pay off this giant rock heading up hill. It is immoral to give successor taxpayers a pecuniary financial bill of attainder (say that 3x fast).  So, no, bond measures are 95% a bad decision waiting to be voted upon (sorry 5%, but your sacrifice is to the good).

3. If it involves a tax CUT ... Yessir, I'll take two please and I'm fer it. And, when that frozen day in hell occurs, please call me from my lovely dirt nap grave where I'll be spinning, son.  Spinning I tells ya.

4. If an election involves a person who wants MORE government in our lives, I'd suggest voting for his or her opponent. Less government is better in our lives.

I could go on, but I'm afearin' I've become partisan in my PSA "get out and vote" message, so I'll leave it there!

Seriously, I'm sure none of us cares what each of us are registered politically (Dem or GOP or Ind.) -- though I admit a passing bias toward what you are in your worldview, i.e., conservative or progressive (do liberals even exist any more?) -- but, as I'm sure we all agree, we all need to exercise the franchise every two years and get out and vote.  That is, as long as you are a legal resident of these United States, with attendant citizenship rights to vote.  Just sayin'.

So, exercise the franchise, Dear Reader!


18 February 2017

Some lovely old words ...


Ex libris FatScribe
Just thought I'd share some of the words I've been collecting over the last few years.  When I have to look up a definition, or if I especially like the sound of a word, I'll jot them down in one of several journals I have desk-side here at FatScribe South (San Diego).  The one thing I absolutely adore and am so thankful to God for, is that both my kids love words (and concepts) and can deconstruct a sentence or a film, a photo or a book and really find the subtext, the sub rosa meanings in chosen words, images, layers, and even the sequence of scenes or placement of objects as shared by a director, author, or photographer with us, their audience. There's nothing like a smart creative paying homage to us, their muse, n'est pas?  Especially when we "get it."  And a double especially when our progeny and brood pick up on these little hidden Easter eggs and meanings and double entendres within a piece, written or otherwise.

Quick note: for my take on books, have a read here: Eleven in '11 ... No. 2 (books)

I stumbled upon a favorite "talky" film from 1987 that I thoroughly enjoyed when it was first released, and that I purchased on YouTube (Google) several years ago to show my sons.  84 Charing Cross Road is a film with lots of books, fountain pens, and great actors, viz., Anne Bancroft, Anthony Hopkins, Judy Dench and Mercedes Ruehl.  The film is based upon Helene Hanff's life and her epistolary relationship with Mr. FPD (see photo, infra) of Marks and Co.  There are no explosions. No CGI. No sexy-sexy time with shades of gray or gory-gory time with pools of red.  Just -- as our 44th president said in an infamous speech -- "words, just words." I love those words.  The Bible says, "In the beginning was the Word ..." and I've always appreciated that construct of channeling revelation to man via those words. I cherish them, and have tried to transfer that love to my Creole/Cajun boys and they do, cherish them that is. Thank you, Lord, for that.

I call the particular journal that I use to track words in "Heuristica," and it's where I work out little problems, ideas, meanings of certain turns of phrase, as well as these words that follow for your enjoyment if you're a fellow wordsmith, sesquipedalian or lover of all things related to the word.
84 Charing Cross Road, an Anglophile's dream

For example, try some of these on for size:

  • Fecundity -- An ability to produce large amount of offspring; fertile
  • Panglossian -- Overly optimistic 
  • Concomitant -- Naturally accompanying 
  • Factotum -- A handyman, assistant
  • Depredation -- Plunder
  • Mendacious -- Lying
  • Sidle -- Walk up to in an unobtrusive manner
  • Provenance -- Authenticate authorship
  • Burnish -- to polish up
If you're like me, Dear Reader, you're constantly placing marginalia throughout your own personal library. My kids know I've read many of my books "ex libris Jg." because when they open them, they notice my chicken scratch is filled throughout these tomes in the form of so many exclamation marks for really good points, or where I offer my own better points or word choices (he said humbly), or simply tangential thoughts with references to other works by other writers to complement and compliment (words ... love 'em).

Then there are these other words to consider that are found within the velvet cover of The Heuristica of FatScribe over the last few years:

  • Hoary -- Old, trite or washed-out 
  • Patois -- Vernacular of a people (creole)
  • Twee -- Overly sentimental; sweet, sappy, saccharine
  • Erstwhile -- Former (in the past)
  • Enervate -- To cause to lose power; drained
  • Sublimate -- Divert or modify to become more acceptable
  • Arriviste -- Ruthlessly self-seeking, ambitious person
  • Internecine -- Destructive to both sides in a rivalry
  • Recondite -- Abstruse, little known
  • Preening -- Clean one's feathers; upright; straight
  • Wabi-sabi -- Japanese simplicity, clean 
  • Sturm & Drang -- Storm & stress; drama
I won't go into too much more detail here, just wanted to share with you all some of the words found on about 30 or so pages in this 200 page journal. I'm sure we'll fill it up someday, maybe not soon, but soon enough. As always, thanks for the visit.


06 January 2017

Garden and Gun ... Excellent website


Had to share this today because of the amazing jealousy I have regarding this fantastically (seemingly) well run, designed, and branded website over at www.GardenAndGun.com.  They cover food, sport, travel, and well, the South.  First noticed their physical magazine at my local Barnes and Noble in Westlake Village (where Patrick Warburton was browsing magazines next to yours truly).

As one who has branded, published and helped to publish dozens of websites since 1995, I just adore a website with a wonderful voice, unique differentiated culture, and a bit of whimsy for all things Southern.  I lived in Virginia during grad and law school, and had I stayed I'd most likely still be married (at least according to my ex 4 years after we divorced)!  Perhaps that's why sepia tinted filters cover my memories like so much kudzu in an abandoned antebellum manse? Pro'ly.

I wish these cats at Garden&Gun Godspeed on their endeavors.  Pay them a visit and see for yourself.