Songs recorded with the wrong lyrics

Performers, especially singer-songwriters, will occasionally singer there are own lyrics wrong and then pretend the “new” lyrics are actually correct.

My favorite example of this:

If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learnt,
I think that I will readily affirm:
‘Son, it’s faster horses, younger women, older whiskey, and more money! ‘
The lyrics were written as:
If my boy ever asks me what it is that I have learnt,
I think that I will readily affirm:
‘Son, it’s faster horses, older women, younger whiskey, and more money! ‘
I’m sure you are all, “WTF? What do you mean, the top lyrics make more sense!”
Well, from a traditional perspective, that’s true. Most middle-aged males tend to fall to this delusion, especially after what, nine nightmarish years of “Two-and-a-half Men.”  But younger women have always been all over the place and susceptible to chubby middle-aged fathers, as this research demonstrates.
Prof Bribiescas also argues that becoming more podgy makes dads more likely to invest their time in their children rather than looking for other women, while the increased levels of fat could make them more attractive to women.
Among those to father children later in life are Robert De Niro, who had a child at 68, and Rod Stewart, who was 66 when his eighth child was born.
Of course, both De Niro and Stewart are rich. Thus the “more money” part.
As to “younger whiskey,” why hell, Hoyt Axton was talking about moonshine. Fresh liquor in clean mason jars with peaches, strawberries, or fox grapes. None of this aged crap stored in burnt barrels for years.
As for older women, why there is a song about them, too.

Demons

I am a bit ADHD. It’s untreated by choice because I view it more a personality trait than an illness. If ten percent of the population can be diagnosed with something, it does seem to me more of a trait. In any event, it works well for me. I can change topics or tasks very quickly. I can also work with ease in two or more programming languages within the same page or project.

I’m also OCD. I don’t have much in the way of ongoing compulsive habits, like hand-washing (although that was one for a year or two) but I develop random-seeming obsessions like golf, ultrarunning, lightweight-backpacking, homebrewing, and cyclical obsessions with fishing.  The ADHD and the OCD work together well for me in that I can obsess over multiple short-term projects on parallel tracks. At least to some degree. Distractions are real and frequent so I have to manage those like anyone else with ADHD.

I’m also a daydreamer, but I prefer the term “visionary.”

These three things combined make golf challenging. I find it hard to be in the moment throughout four hours or so of playing. Hell, I find it hard to stay in the moment over a single shot. Damnably hard. It’s not so much the external world that distracts me, but all the stuff going on in my head. The constant inner dialogue about things on my mind. The demons of insecurity, doubt,  and unearned-glory are ever-present. I can be standing over the ball ready to swing and a thought creeps in, one totally unrelated to anything going on. It just appears. Too often, I’m already committed and the shot goes astray. I need to learn to back off, or at least to not let the thoughts in.

For good or ill, I would argue that this freedom of thought, or lack of discipline, or just ADHD, has worked well for me overall. It has helped me find connections and see relationships, especially in data, that others don’t see. So, I really don’t want to mess with it.

Ummm, yes. So, just accept those bad shots and work to eliminate those caused by bad mechanics or sloppy setup.

Today, the putting woes from last week were gone. Absolutely gone. Putting was gorgeous with only one bad putt. Short game was also good. The demons though were in full-throated voice during the first several holes. I couldn’t concentrate as I couldn’t put a problem aside that I have been chewing on a few weeks now. I finally gave up trying to put it out of mind and just ran with it. All but ignored my playing partners (was unaware when Zach broke a club upon impact with the ball) and just churned through thoughts, almost making the game secondary. That took a lot of stress off the shots and actually allowed me to concentrate better on each shot. Seven-shot stroke difference from the back to the front. Could have been more save for just a millimeter or two of difference in the putter face or if I had ignored my partners better on 16.

Sometimes the best way to manage your inner demons is to embrace them and say, “Hey buds, lets’ party!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Caring

So, caring sucks.

So does a lack of caring.

I think this is my problem. I apparently don’t know when to care, or when to care enough, or how to act on it.

Last weekend, I did not have a standout day in the tournament. It wasn’t particularly bad, but it also was not particularly good. Unfortunately, it didn’t even rise to level of so-so. My playing partner, a 15 handicap (18 course handicap) shot the round of his life (so far) with an 80 – giving him the winning net score of 62. (Which irritated a number of low-handicap players to no end.)

What I observed about his round was that he approached every short game shot like his game was on the line, particularly putting.

I’ve also seen this with my regular playing partners, leastways those that play better than I do.

I don’t approach things that way. And I am not sure I can. I don’t know if it is that it is not that important to me. Or maybe that I can’t take it seriously enough. Or perhaps that I am lazy.

I guess it just seems to me that I just expect things to work for the more I practice and play. For example, I step up to a putt choose my line and speed, and hit it. If it goes in, great, if not, I hope to have left it close. I see no reason to spend time studying all the angles and getting all wound. The same is true for chips.

The fact is, that right now I am not very good at these things. When it comes to chipping, I am still very much working on my touch and commitment to enough of a swing when the ball is buried deep. Putting I consider easy, and am simply not worrying about it much right now. Yes, those are easy strokes to eliminate, but I am so focused on fixing/cleaning up tee and approach shots that everything else falls behind.

I’ve always struggled with figuring out what to care about. Some things are obvious. Others are not. I don’t think I am going to add this until there is adequate evidence that I must.

 

 

Notes for Tomorrow

Check target alignment.

Check left-side vertical alignment and weight distribution.

Remember: Don’t break the horizontal with left arm when swinging irons.

Fast hands, slow body turn.

Crisp.

Have fun.

(Forget about all the work to do. The problems to solve, the chores. It is time to be off, time to have fun. It’s a game, dammit.)

 

Little Changes

Trigger warning. This is a golf post.

I’ve been frustrated the last few weeks (really the last 52) with making progress. So I spent a half-hour with my pro tonight. Two minor changes to my set-up. Reduce the tilt of my shoulders a bit and bring lead shoulder fully over hip and knee. From there he just worked me with a three-quarter swing, just about as slow as I could make it.Shot after shot was crisp and clean, or close to it.

“See? Not much needed to change. I know it feels like you’re not hardly swinging, but look at what you’re doing. Right on the money, great distance (~140 yards), and this is all you need to swing an 8-iron.”

“Actually, it’s the 9.”

“Even better!  This is all the swing you need for a short iron.”

So, two little changes in setup and less backswing. I’ll work on it.

Sometimes it seems that this all that is really needed. A couple of minor changes in how you start and things get better. This has also been the story since starting golf lessons. At the beginning, we worked on some bigger changes set-up followed by reinforcing the good points of my swing. Each lesson after the first two were about the little changes needed. I can look back at the progression and see that.

This is not much different than how I try to teach programming or “coding” as the cool kids and non-programmers call it. We start with a basic model that replicates the most important aspect of what the student (generally a staff member) needs to be able to do and gradually expand on that. Along the way I try to offer tweaks in terms of structure and style that I hope will also increase understanding.

The difference between teaching coding and golf is that teaching is a lot less frustrating.

 

 

embrassez un monstre

I get it. In order to get your way you will hold your nose and roll around in the mud with the pigs. You’ve decided to sell your honor and any semblance of commitment to your alleged faith with hopes of getting the SCOTUS appointment you desperately want.

Stephen King wrote about this just about 40 years ago in the short story “Nona.” You embraced Drumpf like the I-guy in this story embraces a monster:

In the dream I see her walking toward me. She is wearing a white gown, almost transparent, and her expression is one of mingled desire and triumph. She comes to me across a dark room with a stone floor and I smell dry October roses. Her arms are held open and to her with mine out to enfold her.

I feel dread, revulsion, unutterable longing. Dread and revulsion because what this place is, longing because I love her.

This is you and he. The revulsion is real enough, but the desire for the control of others is pathological in its intensity, combined with your blind hatred his opponent, overcomes the revulsion. As it overcomes your professed alleged values.

I went to Nona. I went to my life.

Her arms reached around my neck and I pulled her against me. That was when she began to change, to ripple and run like wax. The great dark eyes became small and beady. The hair coarsened, went brown. The nose shortened, the nostrils dilated. Her body lumped and hunched against me. 

I was being embraced by a rat.

“Do you love?” it squealed. “Do you love, do you love?”

Remember: If you kiss monster, it may eat you.

You chose this. Embrace it.