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.
Six weeks old, Bozeman Montana, born November 5, 1953
Russell with his grandfather Russell, Penrose Wyoming
On November 5 1953, our oldest son, Russell, was born in Bozeman MT where I had gone to spend a year getting a master's degree in agricultural economics. Russell has always been a source of joy, a bit of consternation here and there, but he could pack a car at age 5 better than anyone I ever knew and he can figure out things tenaciously even if it takes him days to do it. Russell has never given up, and has been a constant support and inspiration with the good life he has lived. Happy Birthday. I know your mother joins me in this wish on this memorable day for you. Love, Dad
Band Day, University of Michigan Stadium, 1956, I think. My student seat was the 98th row in the end zone. Posted before, but reposted in honor of BYU-Michigan game about to start.
The portals to the sacred economics building which, unfortunately, burned down a few years after I left there. Where I earned an M.A. and Ph.D. in economics. I shared an office in the basement with five other students admitted to the Research Seminar in Quantitative Economics. Our econometrics professor shared the room with us. I hung my lunch by a string from the pipe in the ceiling to keep the little transparent ants from devouring it. A challenging but wonderful time in my life. It's ten minutes to kickoff on Wolverines vs. Cougars. So here we go.
Miraculously, I passed my preliminary exams and was admitted to candidacy for my Ph.D. in economics at the University of Michigan. So we returned to Colorado A & M to resume my teaching and research position. Little did we know what would happen a year or two later. Sons Russell and Ronald in the background by the U-Haul.
One of life's greatest mysteries and one of its most enduring and stubborn problems is seeking to learn why we stay on dead center and let things go for days, months, or even years that we know we should do, we should have done, we must do, but we don't ever take care of. Like a car stuck in neutral, we don't go anywhere. We repeat the same habits, the same mistakes, the same behaviors day after day after day. Since we are having fun with lists, our task today is to come up with another list of 25 reasons why we don't ever take care of the things we need to take care of or change the behaviors that have plagued us since we were teenagers. Here is my list of reasons.
The toilet paper holder has been broken for a couple of years so fixing it is not a high priority item.
I like a messy desk and a messy office so that I can spend an hour or more every time I need to find something.
I keep a sloppy and illegible list of passwords so I have to experiment for a half hour and call tech support every time I need to get on a website and get a new password.
My cell phone keeps going dead because I don't like to bother to keep it charged.
I like to keep old newspapers littered around in case I need to look up something.
The washing machine has gotten a bit temperamental but it is still working, more or less, and I don't have time to see about getting it fixed.
I have this bothersome pain in my whatever but I don't have time to go to the doctor and it will probably go away anyway.
It's easier to keep doing everything the way I have always done everything than it is to worry about having to change anything.
I like to eat only certain foods and I am not about to change my eating habits for some diet guru who thinks he or she knows what to tell me to eat.
I know my tires are thin and out of alignment but I should be able to get another 20,000 miles out of them before I have a serious blowout or a crash.
I know I should have started doing my taxes some time before the deadline for mailing them in.
My furnace filter looks kind of black but maybe it will last another month or two.
I know I have an exam tomorrow but I know I can't pass it anyway. I'll just complain to the teacher that the exam was totally unfair.
My wife was supposed to send back my book club books that I didn't want a month ago but she never got around to it.
The kitchen sink faucet is dripping but not too badly and besides, how am I supposed to know how to fix anything and I certainly can't afford to call a plumber.
I like being on dead center because then I don't have to worry about doing anything different or new.
I have learned to successfully ignore all of the pleas, requests, gripes, and unconditional orders I have received to do this or that bothersome and irksome task, just as I have split this infinitive and don't want to bother to go back and edit it out.
I don't want to continually have to be worrying about making this or that change, eating less of this or more of that, not drinking that but drinking this, seeing the doctor about a dozen body glitches; I'm comfortable not worrying about anything and just continuing the way I am.
I like being on dead center. I get uncomfortable if I have to think about making changes.
I know I'm still overweight, so don't bug me about it. I see fat people everywhere I go and they are all still alive.
I'm no worse off than anyone else I know.
Perfectionists are just a royal pain because they continually brag about how much better they take care of things than I do. Besides, how can you get any work done if your desk is spiffy clean and unlittered?
I know perfectly well what I should do and some day I will get around to doing it so please quit bothering me about all of my shortcomings and imperfections.
I don't keep a To Do List; I keep a Do Nothing List.
I love being in neutral. Life is steady and predictable that way.
So there we have 25 reasons why we should live life in neutral, with our posteriors set in cement, so to speak, and the car stalled permanently in our driveway or garage so we don't ever have to worry about straining ourselves to make changes or to do anything we really don't want to do. Perhaps you can extend this list by at least two dozen more entries.
Task Number 123: Make a list of 25 reasons why you are stuck on dead center and keep postponing making the changes that you know are essential in your life. Good luck, have fun making out your list, then feel a tad guilty for being slothful, but keep going. We still have to come up with 242 more ways to nag you into becoming a charming, well ordered, thin, and delightful person. So don't give up, yet. The Curmudgeonly Professor.
This photo was probably taken in the summer of 1954 after I finished my Master's degree at Montana State and my wife and I and son Russell were on our way to Fort Collins CO, 65 miles south of Laramie WY where this photo was taken, to start my first job at then-named Colorado A & M. I am standing at left holding son Russell, born November 1953, my wife Velna, her sister Joyce holding baby Phyllis, Velna's mother Pearl, Velna's brother Frank and sister Evetta. Front left, Velna's sister Beth and Joyce's daughter Shelley. Imagine, 61 years ago!
My wife Velna, center back row, with her sister Evetta, left, Beth, front, and brother Frank on an Easter Sunday long ago during Velna's high school years.
Easter Sunday 1963 Ann Arbor Michigan Student Housing with a mouse. I was finishing my doctoral dissertation. Children Russell, Jim, Carolyn, and Ronald. A rare picture that I am actually in. I have no idea who came along and took it for us.