Joe’s Comment – Over many years my reaction to seasonal change has been honed to a razor sharp meh. Winter each year leaves me lolling in lethargy when beautiful Spring invites me out to play.
Every passing year I am excited to wake up and do very little. I am, indeed, a Doctor of Do Little.
The source of this malaise is reflexion. Each Winter is the season of deep (as I can do) review of my life and accomplishments. What an empty box canyon.
The unread books are stacking up. The GAF meter needle is below zero.
Spring has finally sprung (it’s a month old, and a month late – see the WTF Weather video below) but my inertia is damn near infinite.
I have owned a small propane fired foundry for 5 years – it is still packed in the original cartons, unused. I own a metal lathe that has only spun two small simple pieces in the past 3 years.
I’ve been stubborn in waiting for a week of warm weather before cranking up my “get ‘er done!” reflex.
Today it dawned on me that it may be one of those rainy years.
The knees and hips and back will let me know.
Joe and I are getting old.
69 years is advancing ripeness in our part of Canada where the average life-span of a male in British Columbia is 84.2 years.
The CCHWebsite has a calculator for Canadian citizens.
We entered our info – it says 77.5 years. We assume these are metric years.
Our estimated time of departure is less than one decade, based on the above.
In Finland, the average life expectancy for a man born in 1960 is 65.4 years.
We couldn’t find data for men born in 1949. Seems Canadian men live longer.
Harsh climate? Political malfeasance? Cultural dead-end? Genetic pool pollution? Bad karma (in Germany, bad Karmann Ghia)?
The Fins have recently completed a trial of “Basic Income” for all citizens.
The result was not encouraging. The government is considering alternate welfare pilot schemes.
The base philosophy underlying this program (and most welfare programs) is equality of outcome vs equality of opportunity.
In a world of ever increasing technical sophistication, well paying jobs are even more demanding of basic skills. The robotic tool inroad into the workplace has ensured greater output with fewer human functions.
Joe and I maintain that in a world where those with an IQ of 83 or lower (approximately 10% of the white population in North America) cannot contribute to productive work. An ever increasing efficiency with fewer workers spells less well paying jobs. The service industry is heavily person reliant, but wages are governed by supply and demand: a surplus of qualified and available workers (and flush customers) determines remuneration scale.
To compound the inevitable crunch, Tide eating condom snorting Millennials seem to be fiddling while Rome burns –
Who Your Daddy?
Joe and I are polymathic. More accurately, we verge on incipient polymathy (“ “).
The meaning of the word polymath is: “ .” Another definition is:”
Joe and I have been alive long enough to have a personal history with weather, which is a sub-set of climate.
Our personal impression of the most recent winter cycle is that it was colder than memory.
Here is a short video that talks about what has happened this winter season. Coldest Spring since 1895.
POLITICS, POLITICIANS, WACKJOBBERY, HUMOROUS, STUPID
This week Dr. Jordan Peterson continues his psychological analysis of the Bible with series XI: Sodom and Gomorrah:
WEATHER (OR NOT)
This week in Vernon BC has had it’s ups and it’s downs.
The ups were Thursday and Friday.
Joe says it was the first time this year that the knees didn’t ache, the hips didn’t seize, the back didn’t click then cripple. There was a lilt in our voice, and a spring in our step. Sure, we had some fine days in February, a few in March, just as few so far in April. The bloody year is 1/4 finished, but you can still find snow without sending out a search party.
But Thursday and Friday….. the weather on those two days was majestic.
Warm and warmer, sunny, dry, no breeze.
You could see the plants and trees turning greener by the minute.
Bees were beeing. Flies were flying. The birds were screaming their little brainless heads off. The ground smelled fecund.
The downs were the rest of the miserable week, comprised of rain, wind, cool temperatures, cloud and more cloud.
It makes a fella want to act out –
Joe (enduring) Mekanic
p.s. Ramirez without prejudice –