Until a week or so ago, I had a 20+ page document called “Blog Ideas” in my Dropbox folder. Now I have just these words and another working title called, “No Mo Moobs,” but that’s not important right now…
I haven’t written in this (play)blog for over 3 months, partly because the (work)blog was/is consuming my, um, whatever it is that fuels my writing. Since 2005 when I threw up the shingle on this place, it’s been a 93 octane angst propellant. Angst. I had a sense of its meaning, but hadn’t gone all Merriam-Webster on it. A lookup reveals an “intense feeling of apprehension, anxiety or inner turmoil.” I’ve got some of the latter going, so let’s just write. It may be random nonsense, but it’s my blog.
The trouble with LeBron
During the Eastern Conference finals against the Celtics, I tried to conjur up some empathy for the guy, but it’s nearly impossible, and I think I’ve figured out why. Instead of just being arguably the best player on the planet badass that he is, he has to act like a badass. Mr. James, that’s just bad form.
A fix for the Celtics
They’re old, and without trading their best young player, Rajon Rondo, they have little hope of landing a young marquee player. One potential solution is to trade for “a project,” a player with physical skills, but missing intangibles like attitude or focus. Like Bill Belichick did with perennial malcontents Corey Dillon and Randy Moss, I think Doc Rivers could do the same with a kid like Michael Beasley.
I just visited a blog and in the right sidebar was one of those “word clouds” illustrating the “tags” used by the blogger to make their work more findable by search engines. The larger the font, the more that tag has been used. By far the largest font was for the blogger’s name. There’s a mathematical algorithm for this phenomena: blog = ego. Trust me on this one. I took ego in college.
Some people are attracted to money and power. I’m not one of them, although I have grown fond of money over the years. I guess I’m in the “power corrupts” camp. I’m not really sure why some have the attraction. Wanting power. Wanting to be close to power. I don’t get it. Do they think it will make them happy or happier? Fill some void? Like any other desire or crush, I wonder if it ever goes away, or just leaves the wanting… well, wanting.
Years ago, it might have even been during my NEC interview, a man with cigarette ashes dusting his navy blue suit said, “when you put your hand in a water bucket and then remove it, that’s how much a company misses you when you’re gone.” I guess we are just bricks in the wall, destined to be replaced by newer, less expensive ones. I heard an old work colleague died this week. He had been let go from his job with money and power a few years ago, and then, I hear, he began a downward slide. Aside from the obvious financial impact for most, losing a job can tear away a big part of your identity… if you let it. How much of your self-worth is comprised of airspace in a water bucket? Something to think about.
Loved “water bucket”. Hits it on the head. Watched my father live his job identity. Swore I would never be a corporate anybody. That was one of the few self promoises I kept. Fortunately for my family, my Father found lots to occupy himself, post corporate, and lived a highly fullfilled long retirement.