On March 8 I’ll be 65 years old. Feels like a milestone birthday but I’m sure why. At any rate, a good time to take a quick inventory.
Category Archives: Miscellany
A lot of fucking candles
“By 2015 we’ll have more Americans over 60 than under 15 — and that’s just the beginning. Demographers are predicting that more than half the children born in the developed world since 2000 will live to 100. We can expect to spend 6,000 days — nearly two decades — in retirement, while others state the first person to live to 150 is already alive.”
A New Vision for Retirement (Harvard Business Review)
Melting Television
Forgetfulness by Billy Collins
Funny Animals Talking
Day One
Feels like I’ve been “retiring” for a long time. Months. Didn’t plan it that way but it sort of dragged out. I grew weary of talking and thinking about it and assumed others did. But a few people have asked about The First Day of the Death of Your Life so here’s a brief run down.
Got to the Soldier of Fortune Command Center (Coffee Zone) around 8:00 a.m. Shot the shit with my buddy Clyde for a couple of hours until he had to go to work. He’s supposed to be retired, too, but “doing nothing” is not an option for him.
Ran some errands and then drove to nearby city to have lunch with one of my house-mates from college. Back home for some (daylight!) fetch with Lucy and Hattie (the Golden Retrievers). A little meditation then off to the gym for 45 min. Really didn’t have much trouble filling the day but there was a noticeably different tempo. Almost anticipation. Probably what dogs experience when they find themselves on the other side of the “invisible fence.” Waiting for that shock that never comes.
Stay tuned.
My offices
While cleaning out my office yesterday, I reflected on the spaces in which I’ve worked over the past 40 years. During my radio days I spent most of my hours in a studio (on-air or production). When I came to Learfield they didn’t have a real office but provided a tiny desk on a tiny sun porch attached to the old house.
I don’t have a photo of my desk but it looked just like this one (in which Roger Gardner is hiding his face for some reason). I got a nicer space when Jim Lipsey and I each had a corner of a big old room in that same house.
We eventually built the nice building we’re in now and I had a nice office just a couple of down from our CEO. That proximity mattered in those days (perhaps it still does). The carpet was a different color in these offices to visually make the point we were special.
I suppose we once needed offices to put things like filing cabinets and typewriters and chairs for visitors. And we needed a private space to talk about things that others weren’t authorized to hear. My little office started feeling like a small prison cell (albeit with a big window).
In an era of smart phones and MacBooks, a building filled with little square rooms lining hallways seems… quaint. Hardly the best use of space. But then, where would I keep my stapler.
Gulfside Cottages
The beach at Destin, Florida
Less to think about?
Depending on your source, we (adult humans) have between 40,000 and 60,000 thoughts in a day. Let’s split the difference at 50,000. How many of those, I wonder, might be thoughts related to your job and the work you do? Twenty percent? Given that most of us spend eight hours a day on the job, that seems reasonable. So, 10,000 work-related thoughts a day.
Now, lets assume your Uncle Ernie croaks, leaving you enough money you no longer have to work for a living. Can we assume that — eventually — you will no longer have those 10,000 thoughts? Your mind probably won’t go into neutral but will replace those thoughts. How, I wonder, does that work? What mental process determines what gets those CPUs?