A middle day. Usually the wind is mild at this time of morning but this morning it was a bit up and so my morning constitutional in the park was a bit accelerated by the convective cooling. To paraphrase the Fonz, sometimes cooling is not “cool”. Sadly this condition also tends to be counter to useful cognition.
Several thought emerge – as in complexity type emergence which is a matter I have seen little publication upon but then I have noted that biologists are almost as bad at maths as economists but, thankfully!!!!, much less vocal in proclaiming their badness. The first is the Future Adults of America. Initially, I thought that what we need is “Current Adults of America” because it sometimes seems that adults are in short supply, especially among elected politicians. But then I reflect on my own rejection of adulthood – scientists are even more neotanous than modal humans – and how adulthood seems to offer few benefits, especially since the invention of chemical birth control medications. But one does worry that the stupidity of anti-choice may be a consequence of this avoidance of adulthood? As a theory it seems more plausible than most, except possibly male insecurity and dominance fantasy?
Then I reflected on the ironic humor of the cartoon, so masterfully done. It reflected an attitude that I first ran across as an undergraduate in one of Leon Uris books – the harder you study and the more you learn, the more you need to relax and refresh the mind/brain – about how the young are supposed to be rebellious. He had the idea emerging from the mouth of a frenchman in relation to protesting students that a russian wanted to disperse with tanks but its validity is apparent as is its greater generality. I have sometimes conjectured that the young rebel so that they will take up the reins of responsibility. And there is scant question that my generation were rebellious but have we assumed the reins? I am not sure. I am sure our politicians have not and they may be doing nothing more than accurately representing a denialist electorate?
I also identify with the sentiment not to eat “food with holes in it.” After all, that encompasses all foods that I know of. I am particularly given to enjoy a good bit of Ciabata (slipper) bread which is more about holes than not. And I do not refer to the Ciabata bread produced in industrial kitchens with steam ovens in the Yankee republic. The only relationship that abomination has to Ciabata is the plagiarism of the name. I am not a great fan of doughnuts. I greatly enjoy those filled with creme or raspberry jelly but not the simple cake or raised glazed “inner tubes”. (Another allusion that dates me, I fear.) I recall the spring semester of my sophomore year in undergraduate schule when the men’s cafeteria inaugurated a doughnut breakfast to reduce outlays and failed miserably by miscalculating how many doughnuts per man mad a breakfast – by a half order-of-magnitude. But it was a grand, artery clogging experience while it lasted and one of my most cherished out-of-classroom college experiences.
I do however also greatly enjoy a good bagel, which are also almost impossible to find the the modern Confederacy, again courtesy of industrial baking and steam ovens. I sometimes wonder if James Watt cringes in his bier over the culinary misuses of his efforts? It is possible to find the occasional artisanal approximation and almost passable cream cheese. How can one enter the proper (pseudo?) Jewish mind state necessary for physics comprehension without? I do not know but it does make life hard here in the Confederacy of Stupidity and Tyranny.
While I am on the subject of things I enjoy, I greatly enjoyed my Erector (R) set as a bairn. I have never experienced the post completion collapse but I can aver that the mandatory post completion disassembly was unpleasant but it did, in the end, teach a good life lesson about balancing pleasure and displeasure. Unless one disassembled one’s creations one could create no more. That’s the fundamental problem with statues and holidays. Once you have them you can’t have any new ones. I sometimes conjecture that the reason my generation has done so poorly socially and (especially) politically is due to the depression of knowing we can’t create new since the place is already too crowded with old.
I also note how much less elegant – crude and nasty are the terms that seem marginally passable – is the humor of the second cartoonist. The only real merit of the cartoon is my own memories of my Erector (R) set and his humor is at best a minor impediment in that memory. This seems to be the halcyon of the new generation. Courtesy of helicopter parenting and group effort they seem totally incapable of finesse or grace. I know, not having either and thus being strikingly qualified to recognize both. Or their absence.