Harrison Ford redacted, but you get the point.
This is a redacted post, based on an image or Harrison Ford that turned out to be fake. The point of it all was this:
In other words, we have to get over ourselves and all of our trinkets and baubles. They mean nothing. Get over your status, your training, your high place in the world. Then you can change it.
This Day in Personal Nineties History
Yves Rossy Is, Like, Three Steps Away From Being Iron Man
But really, what’s the helmet for?
I’ll Heart My Eighties
Should we be so blessed as to reach them in good health, it turns out our 80’s might be our most righteous years. It may seem counter-intuitive, but I totally get it: the older I get, the more I suspect I’ll enjoy getting even older, as long as I’m able to stay healthy. That said, I totally wanted this to be an article about why THE 80’s were awesome. Alas. But the good news is that if the decades of our lives match up, sweetness-wise, with the decades of the late 20th and early 21st centuries (um, yeah!), then all of us late Gen Xers (I’ll just call us the 96-99ers) will have an even better time in our 90’s (which will be the 70’s). The bad news doesn’t start rolling in until our 100’s, because let’s face it, the 2000s kind of sucked. Our 20s kind of sucked. We got a crap decade to be 20somethings in, but it happens. The good news is that in our 3os, that is, now, we’ll do the ethical, artistic, and socially responsible equivalents of all of those life-affirming-in-the-1930s-sketchy things the expats did. Which means, if my math is right, our 110s will be our new 30s. And since 30 is the new 20, and because of advancements in technology, we’ll actually start to age backwards like Jonathan Winters on Mork and Mindy or Cindy Crawford in real life. I could handle that.
But yeah. I love getting older. I loved turning 30. 31 feels even better. 40 still sounds depressing, but doesn’t 50 sound so full of vim and vigor? That’s when you start defying expectations instead of living into them. 50 is hardcore. I don’t know how old Terry O’Quinn is, but John Locke is my role model for being 50. And, you know, my dad. I mean, my dad’s also a good role model for being 50. (Terry O’Quinn is not my dad).
Here’s the thing. Older people are smarter than younger people. It’s just freaking true. Not about everything, not in every situation, not all across the universe. But 7 times out of ten? I think so. Sure, sure, you have a fancy degree and a smart phone, friend, but they have these intangibles called experience and perspective. It’s mostly true. It’s truish. Get a haircut, hippie.
The Weekend Comes, The Cycle Hums
I just had the best idea ever.
Happy. Days. Reunion. Set in the early 90’s. (When else?)
My wife thinks that the Fonz would have died in a horrible motorcycle stunt long before “learning to wear sweaters”, but I think he went on to turn the Cunningham hardware business into a national chain. Or became a teacher.