A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
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At 7:46 a.m. on Oct. 17, 2006, precisely the moment that the Census Bureau estimated that the American population would reach 300 million, Emanuel Plata was born in a public hospital in Queens. His parents were Mexican immigrants. The doctor who delivered him was from Argentina. One nurse was from Russia, another from India. The anesthesiologist came from Bulgaria. As that benchmark birth demonstrated, in 2006 the United States was a very different country than it had been less than 40 years earlier, when the number of Americans topped 200 million. (The population passed 100 million five decades earlier in 1915.)
Aside from the obvious reason that not having a computer, or knowing how to use one, keeps people from doing anything on a computer, including blogging, here are a few other reasons people don't blog:
They say they "hate" blogs; that blogs are inane, silly, and a waste of time.
They say they "don't have time", which means they simply don't want to look at them or have their own blog. Some of the busiest people in the world are among the most successful and informative bloggers.
They say they can't write.
They are afraid of what people will say when they look at and read their blog.
They don't ever take any photographs and have no idea how to manage digital downloads to a computer and then again to a blog and don't want to bother to learn.
They used computers on their job and never want to see another computer after they left their job. They would rather pay their bills one at a time by writing out checks and taking them to the post office.
They listen to other people tell them that blogs are stupid.
And, there are undoubtedly many other reasons. You can add to the list on my comments. Of course, these reasons don't apply to you, or you wouldn't be reading the Curmudgeonly Professor.
Following are the gems of wisdom the Curmudgeonly Professor has accrued for February 25:
February is about shot to heck. That means that 2/12 of the 12 months we had to make our New Years resolutions come to pass are also shot to heck. That means we probably have made zero progress.
The Curmudgeonly Professor has hit upon the cure for procrastination. My wife thinks I am a procrastinator. I probably am a champion. But here is the way to solve that problem: Do not have an agenda. Do not have a to-do list. Have absolutely nothing in mind that needs taken care of. In this manner, one has nothing to procrastinate. We are free.
We stopped in Beaver in central Utah the other day at Burger King to check out the $1 menu. Two bucks is our limit for lunch and we wanted to see if the Burger King $1 menu was as good as its advertising promised. Not as good as the McDonald's $1 burger.
I asked the girls working at the convenience store at Burger King if anything exciting was going on in Beaver. One said, "Well, there is a spelling bee at the elementary school." The other one said, "Absolutely nothing." I said, "I was through here about six months ago and the girls told me then that nothing was happening." They replied, "Well, nothing has happened since." So there you have the aura of excitement surrounding life in a small central Utah town. In Fillmore, the birthplace of my wife's grandmother, if I recall correctly, the name of the newspaper is the Fillmore Progress. I usually asked the clerk at the convenience store what progress had occurred lately, to which question I was usually met with blank stares.
When we arrived in SLCity, the sun was shining, and I said, "Well, this looks pretty nice. May be we'll stay for awhile." The next day, you could not see the mountains across the valley, the sky was dark and dreary, it was cold, and by 10 a.m., I said, "It's time to go back to St. George." I don't know what Brigham Young was thinking when he said, more or less, "This is the Place" unless he was just tired of trekking through the wilderness.
The Utah Legislature is a case study for the ages, worthy of five new volumes of political science.
The Utah Jazz should never have traded Ronnie Brewer to Memphis where the poor guy got injured the first game he played there. If the Jazz would just ask me ahead of time, I could give them the correct instructions and advice and save them from these egregious mistakes.
The Olympics have been fantastic. Just watching these world-class athletes is a rare privilege we see only every few years. Two wins for hockey. Looks of sheer joy on the faces of winners. Despair on the faces of losers.
Tune in again for another dose of world-class wisdom from the Curmudgeonly Professor.