Looking forward to the weekend

A lot has happened in the world since the last LDS General Conference.  Ongoing economic upheaval, a new administration, a culture of malice that seems to be spreading.

I don't expect that many new things to be said.  But I hope that we who tune in will be paying a lot more attention. 

Another year older

Forty. Five.

When Alexander the Great was 45, he'd been dead for twelve years.

When Teddy Roosevelt was 45, he was carving a canal through Panama.

When my dad was 45, he had five kids. My friend's dad had nine kids at age 41.  Me? I got married less than two weeks before I turned 40, and we're still hoping for our first child.  I'm a late bloomer, but my wife was worth the wait.

I don't feel 45.  I'm told I don't look 45.  I'd say I don't act 45, but it's hard to say what 45 "acts like" these days.  When Weird Al Yankovic was 45, he was doing "White and Nerdy" with Donny Osmond.

45 seemed a lot older when I was younger.  Now?  Not so much.  A hundred years ago, 45 meant you were - surprisingly - not dead yet.  fifty years ago, you were on the downslope of your life, everything in place and hurtling toward retirement.  These days 45 seems more like the new 29; good for you if you've got it together, but not a huge surprise if you don't.  Some friends my age are now grandparents; others, still partying like lost boys in Neverland.

All things considered, I feel like I have the best of worlds:  older, but not old.  And no plans to change that state of things.

Tired

It's been a long week.  Marie's had class assignments, a photo expo, conflicting photo shoots, and not nearly enough sleep.  I've had work deadlines, unexpected crises to address...and not nearly enough sleep.  Lots of stress.

It's not that it's been a bad week - just a lot of things to get done, and a lot of self-imposed pressure to do it well.  The late nights and early mornings didn't help.

Friday was our wedding anniversary - five years.  It's a milestone that brings several smiles. at dinner, prior to proposing, I nervously asked her, "where do you see yourself in five years--professionally?" (Where's a teleprompter when you need one?) She still teases me about that.  So...five years to the day from our wedding, she was attending a professional photography expo.  And I was doing things at work that - five years earlier - I wouldn't have dreamed I'd be doing.

So...tired.  But happy.  My birthday and hers follow close on the heels of our anniverary, so if we don't manage to do something on the specific day, it's not a big deal.  We never forget; we just Rain Check on the celebration.

So...let the festivities begin.

Up Till Now, by the Has Been

When you're not feeling well, you can't read just any book.  I don't know about you, but I reach for things which have at least the potential to make me laugh.

So, on the way back from the doctor, we swung briefly through Barnes and Noble, where I was drawn straight to WHY WE SUCK by Dr. Denis Leary.   Problem with that book? It was too funny, which sent me into excruciating pain whenever I laughed.

So today, while browsing through the stack at Audible.com, I came across the latest autobiography of William Shatner, Up Till Now: The Autobiography, read by the author.  I'm a Shatner fan from way back, from the syndicated Star Trek episodes I absorbed as a kid to the rerun of those Twilight Zone and Outer Limits episodes he made memorable, and bought multiple copies of his album - vinyl - Captain of the Starship, which was part dramatic reading, part personal monolog, part Star Trek mini-convention - all the way to his current tour de force as the Mad Cow-addled Denny Crane on Boston Legal and his surprisingly excellent and moving biographical album Has Been, which he initially offered for free - in QuickTime audio format - on his new website in the late 1990s.

I'd read several of his earlier books, but this one seemed different.  It was more self-revealing, from his early childhood, his introduction to acting, his long-standing struggles with his marriages and his ability to translate accolades into a steady paycheck.  He also delves into what may be the darkest moment of his life: finding his third wife, Noreen, at the bottom of the pool, dead.

There is much to laugh with in this (abridged) audiobook, but I was also brought to tears on multiple occasions as he relates the loss and struggle he endured on this and other occasions: the death of his father, the final lap with a beloved show horse, his efforts to court his now-fourth wife.  And he points out that those moments which are frequently seen as the worst and most mockable in the history of entertainment ("Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds", "Rocket Man") later giving him new opportunities, not just in the Priceline commercials but in his new record deal for Has Been.

Needless to say, it was six hours or so of sitting down in a comfy chair on a balcony, smoking cigars, swilling scotch, and sorting out the meaning and the whimsy and the value of life.  Though my swill was DayQuil, my stogie was an inhaler, and the balcony was only in my fevered imagination.

This guy wasn't too fond of the book, but in the comments a surprising number rose to Shatner's defense.  I know his reputation.  The list of fans and even "lesser" celebrities who have been dissed by the man is long and distinguished.  Me, I've been in the same room with him but have never approached - I've appreciated the distance that lets him entertain me however he chooses, and which keeps me free of disappointment.  My fandom is not a gateway to friendship, and I've never thought otherwise.  The running gag on the spoken book is Shatner repeatedly plugging merchandise and his own website.  I see my relationship with the man in the same way - a transaction, beneficial to us both.  I buy his stuff, he keeps entertaining me.  His eccentricities entertain me as much as his most serious work - and let it not be forgotten, in his earlier years Shatner was considered a brilliant young actor - and I'm fine with leaving it at that.  He doesn't have to call me up and invite me to his balcony for me to value him.

Because he already has.  Thank you, Bill Shatner, for comforting me on a miserable sickday, for the measly price of one Audible credit.  As always, you give good value.