It’s August already.
The Summer is quickly passing and before you know it Autumn will be upon us.
And you know what that means.
Time for campfires and fireplaces.
I live in an apartment with a wood burning fireplace and I love it.
Wood burning fireplace, not gas burning fireplace. This is important. Sorry gas fireplace people. It is not the same. Gas fireplaces suck. There is no wood fuel involved. There is no history. No skill.
The vibe is different.
There are five reasons why you need to have or build one for yourself.
One of my first heroes growing up was Davy Crocket. Like many of you I’m sure, I developed that admiration after watching Fess Parker in the Disney TV series. I got the coonskin cap, plastic toy Alamo set, and a leather bag that I still use to this day to carry stuff for my muzzle loading rifle.
Over time, I’ve acquired a list of other men I look up to and want to emulate – one of the more recent ones include Dick Winters of Band of Brothers fame and William Marshal, “champion” of the Magna Cart and the first earl of Pembroke. Some of my heroes are living and some of them like Marshall and Winters have passed on.
However, they all have something in common.
A while ago I finally got around to watching Cowboy Bebop, a great 1990s Japanese anime tv show about a group of intergalactic mercenaries. What prompted me was an essay Aaron Clarey wrote celebrating its 20th anniversary. In it he laments that the show ended too soon, something I also felt when the final episode concluded. While some tv shows like the Simpsons have gone on for 30 years, Cowboy Bebop had just one season and a film.
However, Cappy added that this was perhaps for the best.
I very much enjoy the study of History. I love it. Not for any academic requirement or gain, but just because.
World history I have studied over the years for pleasure. I also believe it should be a gentleman’s duty to learn and absorb such.
It’s a perfect means to gain perspective. And while I do just that, I much prefer the study of local history. The history of the state I reside in, New Jersey, is fascinating for me.
If you ever want to get anywhere, you better do (or not do) this.
Did you ever hear that growing up? Did your parents ever say that? A teacher in high school? A college professor? A close friend?
I was thinking about this while reading a blog post by fellow MG cohost Rob about how the internet never forgets. One of the takeaways is watch what you say or do online, lest you lose your job or have trouble finding one in the future.
Staying on the theme of authenticity and integrity, here’s more of my thoughts…
The other day, my mind got to wandering like it tends to do, and I got to thinking about a prior job of mine. Now mind you, I haven’t thought about this job in years. It was an okay job, as far as jobs went. The pay was decent, the co-workers were okay as well, and the general working conditions were fine. But there was one thing that was a thorn in my side about this particular job:
TJ wrote a great piece the other day, and it got me thinking. So I’m going to give my .02 on a similar subject in the same vein.
I went over to my Father’s house the other day, it was and still is, a part of my ritual with him. I go over to check on him, see how he’s been doing, make sure he’s okay, and do some catching up. It’s good for the both of us really.
I was at a car show with my Dad and his buddies the other day. It was great to get out of the house and get away from everything that has been going on in my life, even if it was just for a few hours. It was great to be able to sit down, soak in the sun, drink a few beers, crack a shit ton of jokes, and listen and tell stories.