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42

It’s the number between 41 and 43.

It was Jackie Robinson’s number when he played ball.

It’s also the almighty answer to the meaning of life, the universe, and everything.

42 is also how old I turned as of 8:11a eastern time, which is 7:11a in the time zone I was born. That may only be interesting to me, but there you have it.

I’m not sure if I’m supposed to wax poetic today, talk about how far I’ve come in life, where I want to be when I’m 52 or shit like that, but really, I don’t feel like doing any of that.

It’s been a quiet day here: I worked the corporate gig (which, really, was a bitch today because I hate when I can’t solve the problems set before me), got some cards with some stuff, had some coffee, had some dinner with the family (including the grandkids), and even had some perfectly off-tune strangers sing me a short version of “Happy Birthday” and that was okay, too.

I guess what I’m saying is this: I turned 42, it’s neither a big deal or a little deal, it just is. Or, you could look at it this way,  Robert Kennedy was assassinated at the age of 42, it’s the age Elvis overdosed and died on a bathroom floor, and hey, Ted Bundy was executed at the age of 42. Sure, those guys  were all famous and shit, they’d accomplished a lot by 42, but look where they are compared to me.

All things considered, I think I’m doing pretty good, and that’s good enough.

[As a side note… if I croak before I turn 43, somebody remember this post and make me famous. I don’t care how.]

10 Life Lessons: “Pump Up the Volume” Edition

This top ten list is brought to you by request and, hell, I’m happy to do it. If you haven’t seen Christian Slater’s turn as Hard Harry (or Happy Harry Hard-on), then stop reading this and go. This post will still be here when you get back, and the themes thrown at you like fastballs in “Pump Up the Volume” are so important that you can’t miss it, since they’re just as relevant today as they were then.

The movie came out 1990, and it spoke to those of us in high school at the time. Everyone has a voice, everyone deserves a basic education, and we treat our younger generation like shit (mostly). I’m a parent, and I know I don’t give my teenager enough due credit. Not only for his thought processes, but his feelings and opinions. “Pump Up the Volume” encapsulates all that, and more, in what, and hour and forty-five minutes? I’ve said enough, but for now, talk hard…


10) “And then one day I woke up, and I realized I was never going to be normal, so I said, ‘Fuck it.’ I said, ‘So be it.'”

09) “I say do it. I don’t care what, just do it. Jam me, jack me, push me, pull me, talk hard.”

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08) “Feeling screwed up at a screwed up time in a screwed up place does not necessarily make you screwed up.”

07) “I like the idea that a voice can just go somewhere, uninvited, and just kind of hang out like a dirty thought in a nice clean mind.”

06) “So I don’t really find it exactly cheerful to be living in the middle of a totally exhausted decade where there’s nothing to look forward to and no one to look up to.”

05) “Being a teenager sucks! But that’s the point, surviving it is the whole point! Quitting is not going to make you strong, living will. So just hang on and hang in there.”

04) “It’s begins with us, not with politicians, the experts or the teachers but with us. With you and with me. The ones who need it most. I gotta believe, with everything in me, the whole world is longing for healing.”

03) “Just look in and I will be there waving out at ya, naked wearing only a cock ring…”

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02) “I’m sick of being ashamed. I don’t mind being dejected and rejected, but I’m not going to be ashamed about it.”

01) “Do you ever get the feeling that everything in America is completely fucked up?”