I don’t have a car anymore, and sometimes I still get a zit, but otherwise, yeah, livin’ the dream.
Welp, I walked myself through another Wednesday. Here’s some of what I saw along the way:
There were only three of us out for the Wednesday Walkers group hike. A space in time.WTF is ICE doing in the Philippines?Over the rickety bridge. And yes, it held me too.Something to ponder.Don’t get bamboozled, Swan!Walkin’ the plank.We only pass this way four or five times a year, but this woman is always delighted to see us. She’s raising her deceased daughter’s kids, and we help out with some pesos when we run into her.We popped in to check out a new resort called Costa Subic. Some great views from there.Saw this butterfly there, or is that an angel?A nice, flat 7K walk…just the way I like ’em.
But the walkin’ wasn’t over, Christopher. At beer o’clock, we hoofed it out to Baloy Beach for some time on the Kokomo’s floating bar.
A Swan on the beach.The view from the floater upon our arrival.Swan on a stool.The other side of the bay.A zoom shot of Bantay Bayan, a little village on the bay that I adore.I like the looks of this.Good job, Mr. Sun.A happy ending.See you next week, Kokomo’s.Then it was time to grab some grub at Treasure Island.I was surprised to see this lass tending bar. Last week, she was our waitress at Jewel Cafe.I went with my old favorite, the pulled pork sandwich.
After our meal, we called it a day. I was tired, and it wasn’t even 7:30 yet.
Still, not a bad day’s walk for an old, fat dude.
Sixteen years ago, I was also steppin’ it up:
Climbing the steps on Namsan.Looking down on Seoul.
Alright, indulge me once again as I cross the political divide:
Nothing makes me laugh more than hearing that “stolen land” stupidity. To the victor go the spoils.
Still in the March 2017 LTG archives, and in this post, I reflect on my life of solitude in Seoul. Of course, that was nothing compared to what I would experience after the move to Pyeongtaek. Even now, my friend circle is shrinking. That’s okay, I’ll just play it out and see where I wind up, friendless or dead.
Today’s YouTube video is from Reekay. I was honestly surprised when I saw him discussing the concept of what I call a “do-over” life. Yeah, let me go back to being an 18-year-old taking everything with me that I’ve learned over these past fifty-two years. I know, be careful what you wish for. Beyond the impossibility of time travel is the reality that the different roads I’d like to explore would mean missing out on all the good things I’ve experienced on this version of life’s journey. It’s only a dream.
What else have I got? How about these:
Roman noodles?La ferme!To coin a phrase.
And that’s all I’ve got to say about yesterday.
12 thoughts on “Steppin’ it up”
The “rule” that you never end a sentence with a preposition (and never start a sentence with a conjunction) is a load of horseshit. The classic rebuttal to that false wisdom: “That is not something up with which I will put!” No one ever says this. The expression “to put up with” is what we call a petrified expression, i.e., it’s frozen that way. The “with” stays at the end. See more here.
As for this:
Today’s YouTube video is from Reekay. I was honestly surprised when I saw him discussing the concept of what I call a “do-over” life. Yeah, let me go back to being an 18-year-old taking everything with me that I’ve learned over these past fifty-two years. I know, be careful what you wish for. Beyond the impossibility of time travel is the reality that the different roads I’d like to explore would mean missing out on all the good things I’ve experienced on this version of life’s journey. It’s only a dream.
And what was his conclusion, pray tell? To keep pining for your fantasy? No, he said pretty much what I said, which was…?
Then there’s this:
a tax-paying citizen
a six-foot-tall man
a violent-weather seminar
your passive-aggressive behavior
—and we finish with John’s:
I went with my old favorite, the pulled pork sandwich.
Sigh… you’ll never learn.
I noticed there are electric outlets on that floating bar. There is a kettle plugged into one of the outlets. How does that work out there ? Extension cord, generator, magic ?
Terry, my understanding is that they have an electrical cable that runs underwater from the hotel on shore to the floater.
Kevin, prepositions at the end of a sentence are something I can live with. One less thing to screw up!
Yep, live in the moment, apply the wisdom and insights you have gained in life, and be the best you can be as you venture into the unknown future. I get all that. For me, the real appeal of the do-over fantasy is being young again. I hate the constraints that come with being elderly. But I don’t want to experience death’s limitations anytime soon, so I’ll make the best of what I have.
Now, in my defense, the menu reads pulled pork sandwich without the hyphen. It’s not a matter of never learning, it’s about forgetting what I’ve learned.
How is it learning if you forget?
Held my breath there for awhile thought u where gonna call PNG aswell but yay😂 PNG is not on ur list👍🥰💗💗 coz d next time u visit PNG, especially Port Moresby city u will definitely get married here n marry the whole village aswell🤣🤣🤣
I have no idea what you are talking about, Melinda.
Kevin, you can’t forget it if you never knew it. Learning and forgetting is different than old-fashioned ignorance.
Kevin, you can’t forget it if you never knew it. Learning and forgetting is different [from] old-fashioned ignorance.
Huh? You just said you’d forgotten the lesson. You had written:
It’s not a matter of never learning, it’s about forgetting what I’ve learned.
So despite being exposed to the phrasal-adjective lesson again and again and again, you’re now going to plead ignorance (“never knew it”)?
The question Why do I bother? is always ringing in my head. I guess it’s the utterly irrational hope that you might try to rise to your potential as a writer, but all the roadblocks of laziness are in place: “Nope, too old.” “Nope, an old dog can’t learn new tricks.” “Nope, senility means everything is new again.” Nope, nope, nope. You do love that word.
God, why do I bother?
Anyway, for what it’s worth, my own operational definition of learning is: change of behavior based on experience.
Behavior is the observable, physical component. Experience is the mental/cognitive component. If I expose you to something but see no change in behavior, then I conclude nothing has been learned. I’m reminded of Sammy Jankis, a brain-damaged character in the movie Memento. Watch Sammy fail to learn which object on the lab table is wired to shock him. Again and again and again—never once learning.
When the memory goes, the past goes with it. Everything really is new again. That’s Mother Nature’s Monkey’s Paw way of granting a do-over life. You just did the thing, but since you don’t remember it, it’s like a fresh do-over. But what’s the value of doing something over if you can’t compare today’s triumph to yesterday’s failure?
Kevin, yep, no question about it, I’m a mess. I can’t even remember what I’ve learned. And it is getting worse. I’m not quite as bad as Sammy yet, but I’m getting there. In an odd coincidence, I saw bits of this film on the big screen TV at Alley Cats last night (no sound, just subtitles).
Anyway, you’re right, maybe this is a “be careful what you wish for” situation. Everything I forget is new again, so I’m living the “do-over” life I dreamed about. Shit!
So 50 First Kisses is basically 2004’s 50 First Dates. Ah, I see it’s a 2018 Japanese remake.
Kevin, Yeah, the one I saw snippets of was the 50 First Dates version.
The “rule” that you never end a sentence with a preposition (and never start a sentence with a conjunction) is a load of horseshit. The classic rebuttal to that false wisdom: “That is not something up with which I will put!” No one ever says this. The expression “to put up with” is what we call a petrified expression, i.e., it’s frozen that way. The “with” stays at the end. See more here.
As for this:
Today’s YouTube video is from Reekay. I was honestly surprised when I saw him discussing the concept of what I call a “do-over” life. Yeah, let me go back to being an 18-year-old taking everything with me that I’ve learned over these past fifty-two years. I know, be careful what you wish for. Beyond the impossibility of time travel is the reality that the different roads I’d like to explore would mean missing out on all the good things I’ve experienced on this version of life’s journey. It’s only a dream.
And what was his conclusion, pray tell? To keep pining for your fantasy? No, he said pretty much what I said, which was…?
Then there’s this:
a tax-paying citizen
a six-foot-tall man
a violent-weather seminar
your passive-aggressive behavior
—and we finish with John’s:
I went with my old favorite, the pulled pork sandwich.
Sigh… you’ll never learn.
I noticed there are electric outlets on that floating bar. There is a kettle plugged into one of the outlets. How does that work out there ? Extension cord, generator, magic ?
Terry, my understanding is that they have an electrical cable that runs underwater from the hotel on shore to the floater.
Kevin, prepositions at the end of a sentence are something I can live with. One less thing to screw up!
Yep, live in the moment, apply the wisdom and insights you have gained in life, and be the best you can be as you venture into the unknown future. I get all that. For me, the real appeal of the do-over fantasy is being young again. I hate the constraints that come with being elderly. But I don’t want to experience death’s limitations anytime soon, so I’ll make the best of what I have.
Now, in my defense, the menu reads pulled pork sandwich without the hyphen. It’s not a matter of never learning, it’s about forgetting what I’ve learned.
How is it learning if you forget?
Held my breath there for awhile thought u where gonna call PNG aswell but yay😂 PNG is not on ur list👍🥰💗💗 coz d next time u visit PNG, especially Port Moresby city u will definitely get married here n marry the whole village aswell🤣🤣🤣
I have no idea what you are talking about, Melinda.
Kevin, you can’t forget it if you never knew it. Learning and forgetting is different than old-fashioned ignorance.
Kevin, you can’t forget it if you never knew it. Learning and forgetting is different [from] old-fashioned ignorance.
Huh? You just said you’d forgotten the lesson. You had written:
It’s not a matter of never learning, it’s about forgetting what I’ve learned.
So despite being exposed to the phrasal-adjective lesson again and again and again, you’re now going to plead ignorance (“never knew it”)?
The question Why do I bother? is always ringing in my head. I guess it’s the utterly irrational hope that you might try to rise to your potential as a writer, but all the roadblocks of laziness are in place: “Nope, too old.” “Nope, an old dog can’t learn new tricks.” “Nope, senility means everything is new again.” Nope, nope, nope. You do love that word.
God, why do I bother?
Anyway, for what it’s worth, my own operational definition of learning is: change of behavior based on experience.
Behavior is the observable, physical component. Experience is the mental/cognitive component. If I expose you to something but see no change in behavior, then I conclude nothing has been learned. I’m reminded of Sammy Jankis, a brain-damaged character in the movie Memento. Watch Sammy fail to learn which object on the lab table is wired to shock him. Again and again and again—never once learning.
When the memory goes, the past goes with it. Everything really is new again. That’s Mother Nature’s Monkey’s Paw way of granting a do-over life. You just did the thing, but since you don’t remember it, it’s like a fresh do-over. But what’s the value of doing something over if you can’t compare today’s triumph to yesterday’s failure?
Kevin, yep, no question about it, I’m a mess. I can’t even remember what I’ve learned. And it is getting worse. I’m not quite as bad as Sammy yet, but I’m getting there. In an odd coincidence, I saw bits of this film on the big screen TV at Alley Cats last night (no sound, just subtitles).
Anyway, you’re right, maybe this is a “be careful what you wish for” situation. Everything I forget is new again, so I’m living the “do-over” life I dreamed about. Shit!
So 50 First Kisses is basically 2004’s 50 First Dates. Ah, I see it’s a 2018 Japanese remake.
Kevin, Yeah, the one I saw snippets of was the 50 First Dates version.