This morning I was journaling about the Hot Ones YouTube show, which interviews celebrities while having them eat progressively spicier chicken (or vegan) wings. It occurred to me that celebrity interviewers are akin to the remoras that attach themselves to sharks and other large marine animals. They’re tolerated by the larger fish because they often perform a useful “cleaning” service, cleaning up parasites and other bits of junk that collect on the larger animal.
In the celebrity world of Hollywood, interviews and interviewers are tolerated because they help the movie star sell seats in movies. It then occurred to me that I perform a similar function in the aerospace business. Here’s how I put it on Twitter, with a little added flourish from Scott Adams:
This isn’t necessarily a bad thing…each to his/her own ecological, professional, or social niche, I guess. It’s just that I used to have bigger dreams for myself. I was going to be a creator, an author, a dreamer of big dreams. For the past 20 years I’ve shifted to writing and editing the dreams of others–people with more creativity, more education in the sciences or engineering–to the point where I’ve doubted or just given up on my idea of being a “big fish” on my own one day.
Welcome to middle age.
Some people dream in colors or music. Sometimes I dream in story form. This is the result of my brain doing funky things. Enjoy. Continue reading “Fiction Experiment: Meal Break”
Time for that annual literary check-in: how am I doing? What am I doing? What haven’t I done yet? Why? Because that’s what I do. Continue reading “51”
Occasionally I dream in story form, however briefly. This one stirred out of my subconscious a couple nights ago. Continue reading “Fiction Experiment: Philosophy”
I’ve been left alone with myself–like many others–for weeks now and I can’t say that I’ve encountered too many surprises in my moments of introspection. The following is probably too long for you people in a hurry, so the short version is that I’m getting more introverted the longer I stay isolated. Continue reading “Who Do You Become When You’re Left Alone With Yourself?”
Wrote this a while back in a different form. Still not certain what to do with it, but it’s a complete vignette on its own, so here it remains. Continue reading “Fiction Experiment: Last Chance”
Thanks to some crafty friends, I’m doing my best to stay lighthearted with my health-promoting masks. However, I won’t deny this simple fact: I hate wearing them. And yet, here I am, in the mix with everyone else, doing my very minor part to stop myself from inadvertently sharing anything in my nose or mouth that might get someone else sick (I hasten to add that I have no symptoms, but then like most Americans, I also haven’t been tested). Continue reading “The Wearing of Masks”
I’ve never understood folks who say you can’t plan for the future because the future is beyond our control. While the latter statement might be true, that doesn’t mean you can’t take actions to make the future better. Continue reading “Taking Action for a Better Future Later”
I’m not expecting any great “transformation” or personal insights during this period of enforced isolation. They could happen, mind you, but I’m not expecting or forcing any. What follows are my thoughts about the state of my soul before and during this shared crisis called pandemic. Continue reading “Forced in on Myself”
My moods have been roller coastering through this coronavirus crisis, and I’m finding the effort to maintain my optimism hard to maintain. My morale can shift multiple times in a day. Despite dispensing a lot of semi-useful advice on the professional blog, I’d be lying if I said I had my collective s#!t together. This is when being a “highly sensitive person” (or equivalent) has a tremendous downside. Today I’m going to talk to myself and try to remind myself of ways to think constructively in the midst of constant turmoil. Maybe my reminders to myself will help you. Continue reading “The Inside Job That Won’t Go Away”