Roger's life seems so bleak. Do you think that's individual to him, because of his drinking and his loneliness, or is that an inevitable part of aging?I suppose he's just describing the usual mid-life crisis, but it does seem to describe that phenomena with a Gen-X flair. Did I mention I was 38 when I quit my IT job and started the store?
I know too many Rogers. As you get older, the number of doors open to you goes down so quickly, whether by inertia or bad decisions or good decisions that went wrong, and you just end up in this Rogery place. There's this thing that happens I think around thirty-eight where people hear the final door slam and then they change — quit their job, move somewhere else, go get their Master's degree, they'll split up and recombine in some unexpected way and — fuck it, I don't know how I'd reinvent myself right now if I had to.
Anyway, I'll get this blog back on track today when I take some updated photos! The game room is clean and we've got a beautiful wall of fancy playing cards to ogle at.
I'm feeling much better after a Qi Gong massage session last night. My professors always told me to watch for the word "energy" when people talked about religion, as it's a fuzzy generic word that doesn't mean anything. Qi Gong claims to increase energy flow, so I'm obviously suspicious, but you can't argue with the excellent results.
If they didn't occasionally claim bizarre supernatural abilities or attributes, more people would be into this stuff. I remember being at a lecture on Chinese Buddhism at UC Berkeley with a bunch of Westerners and a Chinese monk I knew. The talk was going great, about how Buddhism addresses suffering, fits into the modern world so well, jives with science, and then, bam!: Supernatural powers and flying through the sky. It would be like your parents acting hip and cool around a girlfriend and suddenly they flip open a book of you with naked baby pictures. "Whoa! I don't even know these people! I was just came in looking for the restroom."