Sunday, June 19, 2022

Is it me or . . .


Imagine, if you will, it is 1975. You are 70-something years old and up way past your bedtime. This new late night show comes on after the news - something about New York and Saturday night. You check your wall calendar and indeed, it is Saturday night. It appears to be some sort of comedy show with some young people, names like: Aykroyd, Belushi, Curtin, Morris, Newman and Radner. 

You are not amused by their jokes and skits. The show will never catch on. You go to bed.

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Last night, I caught the current rendition of SNL. Two skits and one guest singer in, I was not impressed by the comedy or the performer. But then, I realized I was now 70-something, perhaps I was no longer the audience for SNL and it was past my bedtime.

But just as I reached for the remote to end my evening viewing, Weekend Update came on. The standard SNL trope was still around and it was still really poignant and I laughed at nearly every bit of wit and satire.

So was it me or was it the current staff of SNL writers? Did I leave the audience or did they leave us?

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Money Memory Mush


Yesterday, I pulled a bag of books out of that hidden space in the back of my mid-size SUV. I know the bag had not been inspected since I bought the car back in 2016. Inside were some half-read titles on writing, editing and a copy of my dissertation from 1999.

Why not, sit down and see if I had anything useful to say 22+ years ago. The title was and is: Exploring the Nature of Qualitative Research: Assumptions, Attributes, Definitions and Antecedents.

Fear not, this post is not about my acute, penetrating and sagacious insights back then. Nor shall we spend even a moment on the dense academized verbiage I once wallowed in. Nope, this is about money.

Whilst reading my own words, around page 22, a dollar bill dropped out of the pages. I assumed I had at one time use the buck as a bookmark. Around page 50 there was a ten ($10) and a twenty ($20) dropped on page 78. 

I unearthed a vague memory of storing cash in the book back in my Berkeley days (2010-2015). A nice little windfall, I thought and read on. Later, after lunch, I picked up the dissertation again and lo and behold a Benjamin ($100) fell out around page 99. 

While I will reread the entire tome later, I had to fan forward to discover a total hidden bequest of $331. Who says a Ph.D. is useless.