AI in use ←-What!?
https://meta.ai/media-share/RD468HeZdM3/?utm_source=meta_ai_web_copy_link This is what Meta AI came up with for an image and the animation of the image below. Prompt “80’s style picture of a Kid jumping over stacked bikes using a ramp made of rocks and planks –chaos 80 –stylize 490 –weird 1710” 8 attempts
I keep coming across people under 50, that are just wrecked. I guess when I was a teen into my 20’s I didn’t think about it that much. Once I got into the workforce, I saw it and saw how people cope. American way of life. Then there are those of us that went out of our way to get wrecked. The daredevils, thrill seekers, live fast — die young.
I find the A-types or Type-A Personality, to be my people in a way. As I get older and we get a look under the hood of what makes some of the more famous and successful people operate, I see how this leads to their success. We often hear about the downfall more than the hike up the mountain, though.
The hike up comes with its own pains and failures. And some of those pains change you forever. Also, no one told you, “The top of the mountain is success.”
I see plenty of mansions halfway up the foothill waiting for a boulder to roll down Camelback Mountain. I don’t mean that as a threat, but more as an observation that the eroding mountain is not finished. That is more poetic and aligns with nature.
Now I look at the big picture and how all of us that scorpioned crashed onto a beach or off a bike or did our wildest things when our bodies could handle it… We are having a reckoning now with our own mortality. A regret for making it this long and a yearning to rest years before our government-approved permanent vacation in a YMCA nursing home if we’re lucky. (This includes every form of survivor.)
Well, circling back to us, broke dicks as we called each other in the Army. There are far too many of us. Gen X is just finding out they are artistic. I mean autistic. I mean artistic. And our parents gifted us Boderline Personality Disorders or whatever we want to name our anxious angst and longing for real connection and a humanity that feels raw and muddy in a rainy field while our favorite band plays.
So enjoy becoming woke again. Let’s figure out how to heal and have a BBQ in the saddle of a mountain foothill on a November Indian Summer day in the Arizona sun. Bring your fucked up friends, food and some party favors. No assholes and if you do something stupid, own it and move on. Also laugh when your friends bring up the stupid shit too.
