outgrowing coolness

The New Yorker article interested me because it addressed what I call noise in the world.  This is the way that looking at say a grape gets more complicated than you would think it would be.  It's supposed to be roundish, but it's not exactly, and in its brief life it already has already suffered some stains, and the light striking it is going to be effected by weather conditions and even your own cornea has defects.  All these effects are kind of random, but there is a certain order in that randomness.  Well I sold a painting last night so now I think I am a great artist/philosopher.

I never look at the online version of the New Yorker so I don't know what is there.  I do see references to things to look up online, but I never follow through. I am kind of interested in the little link after the fiction.  I like maybe half the stories but the end always comes abruptly and I wonder if I have missed something, but when I read the link it doesn't help me understand anything better.


When I wsa talking trash about pop music I guess what I was referring to was bubblegum music.  A lot of fb posts consist of lists of top 40 songs of the late sixties and I remember most of them fondly.  I guess I was thinking of songs piped into fast food joints, a lot of that synthetic sounding music and some grunting and groaning, and a lot of repetition with no lyrics to speak of. 


When you're a kid, the older kids are always cooler, and this goes on as life goes on until sometime around the age of 25, when older people don't seem any cooler to you.  I guess part of that is that your interest in coolness fades.  It still exists here and there, but it is not that overriding a force that it was in the teens.  I guess there is still some nostalgia within us oldsters for it.  We like to think that young uns who are all into cool will think we are cool.  You know, like Black people telling us Whiteys that we have soul.  When I was trying to explain about my new painting series to those millennials in the beer garden at first I thought that they were interested and thought I was kind of cool and that pumped me up, but a few minutes later when I saw that they regarded me as some flakey coot that didn't bother me much.  I guess that's maturity. 

Well it is nice not to have the burden of cool,  When I was young and cool if some clerk explained something to me and I didn't understand it I would never ask any questions because that wouldn't be cool.  Anymore I have no trepidation about asking all the questions I want until I understand it exactly, or understand it as well as I am going to,  That's pretty cool.


I followed Beagles' account of the dark and stormy night eagerly awaiting the thunk of his vehicle hitting something or being hit, but nothing happened.  It's like recounting some horrific storm at sea and ending it by saying that no boats were sunk and all freight and passengers were delivered on time.  Couldn't he at least have said that when they got back home he discovered that he had left his scarf at his daughter's?

I did think that msn meant msnbc and not Microsoft.  My bad.  I take it Bambi's luck is still holding out.  Does snow make it easier to spot the deer.