Technical Writing

I’ve been asked a lot of times what a technical writer is, since I, in my advanced age, have enrolled in a certificate course of such an endeavour.

Basically, I suppose, a technical writer takes a complex idea and makes it simple, in words and pictures.

I had a very limited idea what technical writing was when I signed up, I was perhaps even a bit naive. In hindsight my ignorance was a blessing, otherwise I would have been too scared to tackle it. It is a huge field. However, I absolutely love it. It is the best thing I have done for myself in decades.

My goal was to write non-fiction articles that do what I claim a technical writer should do. Take complex ideas and make them simple.

But I fell in love with making videos.

Uh oh.

So, stay tuned, because next year I will be posting videos of me and my stories. I’ll have lots of fun making them, and you will have lots of laughs watching them.

In addition, I will finally publish my latest novel, Monochrome.

Cheers!

Basic Income

As I watch homelessness increase in my city, and along with it, drug addiction, I say once again, give people money first and foremost, along with a place of their own and mental and physical help.

Give people money. Every month. No questions asked. In conjunction with social guidance.

Let people make their own choices.

Of course, politicians and corporations do not want free minded people. People who can now choose not to work for next to nothing, to be slaves to companies and individuals who treat them as disposable and worthless.

Money gives people options.

It is simple. It solves very complex problems.

The money is there. I say again. The money is there.

It has been proven over and over and over again that basic income works. Don’t make this complicated. Give people money, enough money to live on.

Damn it, this makes me so mad.

When people have enough money to have shelter, food and medications they then can move on to bigger and better things, like improving their lives so they can get better jobs, better health, and contribute to society. In combination with social programs to help them get out of the terrible rut that poverty brings and all the stigma attached to that, people become valuable members of our society.

Basic income also provides a buffer, to get you through those sudden, unexpected losses of income that if you live long enough, you probably will experience at least once. People spiral down very, very fast when they find they don’t have enough income to support themselves. How quickly life can pull the rug out from under your feet if you lose your job, your health, your home, or your spouse to a younger lover. Knowing you can afford the rent, buy food and necessities and keep your pet while weathering the sometimes brutal realities of life is not only beneficial to the person suffering, but to all society. It cuts back on hospitalizations. Suicides. Poverty. Addictions. Crimes.

Give people basic income. No questions asked. I am sick of the waters being muddied. Just do it and see how this eliminates poverty, addiction, and sickness. Money gives people autonomy. Dignity. Options. HOPE.

Oh, sure there are always going to be people who will not do anything. That won’t change. And there are people who genuinely cannot work for whatever reason. That won’t change either. People should not be excluded from money or help based on perceived or cultural merit. I believe the vast majority of people do want to improve their lives if given the chance and should not be judged by their present circumstances. Basic income gives them that chance. And it helps not just individuals receiving the money, but their families and all of society.

F off with building more houses that only the rich can afford. F off with social programs that interrogate and shame people. F off with privatizing our health care system so no one can afford it.

Money is the answer. People are not lazy. They are money poor. Simple.

GGGGRRRRR!

A V-12 Woman Who Loves the Environment

How can this be?

I love cars. Especially ones that have nice lines, are well designed, sexy and powerful. I have never driven a V-12, I only drool over photographs of beautifully constructed automobiles. I love design, things that are crafted well.

I only ever got to drive one powerful, sexy car ever in my life – a Corvette, once, way way back when Corvettes were quite the status symbol. In my younger days I hung around with mechanics and race car drivers. I loved the fast and the furious, even if I never drove above the speed limit or had my hands on the wheel of a 600 horse. I never wanted to experience all that power personally. I was instead, enthralled by how all these mechanical parts; pistons and valves, camshafts and carburetors so seamlessly fit together in a big iron block and were so neatly concealed inside a sleek outer shell that made everyone look twice as you passed by. Oh, and the sound of a well tuned engine – my cat’s purr magnified a thousand fold.

So I see James Bond’s Aston Martin and I swoon. I went to an auto show years ago and fell in love with a Jaguar. It could be any well designed automobile, SUV, truck or even airplane (how could you not feel moved by the sight of the Blackbird jet?) and I’d get goosebumps.

So when you ask, how could I possibly be concerned about the environment when I love these gas guzzlers, it is because to me you are comparing apples and oranges.

I love design. When I look at a V-12 Jag or Aston Martin, pollution is not even remotely on my mind. My eyes are dazzled by beauty. I don’t have to drive them, I can just gaze at them. Just as much as if I see a field of wildflowers.

I care deeply about the environment, even if I am not an activist throwing soup at priceless paintings, or joining Greta Thunberg at a protest. I follow the Ocean Clean Up and other environmentalists and conservationists actually doing something other than writing or talking about our problems. I do what I can about my carbon footprint and I cry a lot when I see what we have done, and are still doing to our beautiful, priceless Earth. As someone who couldn’t afford a foot powered scooter little on a V-12 I don’t think I make much of an impact. As an aside, it is actually manufacturers that are the huge polluters, not the average citizen.

I have hope that great design can someday not also be a great polluter. Mankind is not likely to give up great design, nor horsepower for the environment, and I don’t think we will have to. The ingenuity of mankind is greater than that.

Working World

Some advice to the young, which they don’t want, but here it is.

Develop as many skills and learn as much as you can about a lot of diverse topics, while you can.

Because no matter what you do in your life, either your job will become obsolete, or you will.

The more skills and education and experience you have in all manner of things, the greater your chances of being employed and earning money all your life.

You’ll also have more joy.

Keep yourself open to life.

Is a Degree Worthless?

NO.

Don’t equate a degree with employment potential.

It often does not match.

What counts is what you learned while getting your degree. Not what the degree is.

In my day, experience counted for a lot more than education. It was your education.

Now I would say, a good combination of both experience and education will make your life better. Not just for the money.

I had a lot of growing up to do when I quit my very secure, very well paying government job to pursue a Biology degree. To say I suffered a shock at that transition is an understatement. But it was the shakeup I needed. I was an emotional mess when I started university at the advanced age of 25. That experience matured me quite a bit and boy, did I need that.

It didn’t solve all my problems, but it set me on a better path in many ways.

And I NEVER made the money, nor had the security I had in that government job ever again.

I always had a lot less.

But what I gained mentally can never be equated with money.

Banned Books

I confess, when I was young it was not only OKAY to read books, but they were part of our school studies. We were encouraged to read everything.

Imagine that, we could read whatever we wanted.

And we did.

I remember books and the subsequent classroom discussions of them that had a huge impact on me. That made me THINK.

That is what the written word does. Makes you think.

Some of those books would never be in schools today. In Cold Blood. Catcher in the Rye. To Kill a Mockingbird. Of Mice and Men. Flowers for Algernon. Twelve Angry Men. Romeo and Juliet (Our teacher even took us to the theatre to watch Franco Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet, where, gasp, there was brief nudity).

The list is extensive. I was fortunate to have teachers not only present us with these, but discuss them as well, and let us decide for ourselves what we like or don’t like.

My parents had a huge library of books and none were off limits to me, from the day I could read. I read Benton’s Row. A Clockwork Orange. Valley of the Dolls. There were also lots of non-fiction in my house, Time Life Books, Reader’s Digest, National Geographic, and a plethora of physics, mechanics, biology.

At lunch time at school I used to read automotive mechanics. Can you imagine me doing that today?

Justice

One thing I have learned about the justice system is that it has very little to do with justice.

That statement is probably obvious to a lot of you already.

However, the depth of the above observation is unfathomable.

I took a course on Environmental Law, what an eye opener. It had little to do with the fate of the environment until the EPA was developed. Even then a lot of greed and ignorance reigned.

I read a book recently about what it will take to convict trump and it has nothing to do with accountability, obeying laws or righting wrongs. It made me sick.

I contemplate the Lady Justice statue and see how correct her depiction of justice is.

It ain’t pretty.

Why is it everything man touches is so complicated?

Debates

When I was young we had, what probably no one has heard of today, debating societies.

In school we would have contests to see which side could give the most convincing argument either for or against a certain topic or idea.

It gave us a chance to see important points on both sides of the street, as it were. These debates never, as far as I knew, caused trouble.

There were no murders or personal or cultural cancellations. It gave young people a chance to explore other opinions and ideas without fear. It made people think about issues and formulate their own opinions.

The debates never involved personal attack. No one was belittled or condemned for a point of view. It was all about facts and presentation. You might not be swayed by one point of view, but it made you think more clearly about issues.

To shake things up, a teacher would assign you, regardless of your personal opinions, to present a case often against what you believed in. This forced you to use your brain, to do research, and to see that often things are not as black and white as you previously thought.

This is what a good education is suppose to do – give you critical thinking and expand your mind.

Sadly missing today. Today, everything is about emotion. Just react to everything without a thought. It’s all about ME ME ME.

I’ve had all the emotion I can handle for a life time, thank you. Can we please just have interesting debates instead of out and out fury?

Navel Fuzz

To believe your life is no longer worth living is one of the saddest things.

Life will throw a lot of things at you, but if you chose to give up the fight, you have lost an important truth.

Life is a gift. It is precious.

I know this appears to be a trite statement. But I have found that these words are on a much higher level than I realized.

You don’t need to have a purpose, or meaning to your life, I certainly don’t.

You don’t even have to make a significant contribution, or have much realized impact on the world around you. I never have.

It is not about your title or position or what people say and think about you. I’ve found no matter how hard I strive, most of my efforts are ignored. I’ve spent most of my life feeling unworthy of any good thing.

Yet. I. LOVE. LIFE.

It seems like a contradiction to write that, but it is true.

I don’t love all of it, there are things that I hate, detest and make me very angry.

But I consider it ALL to be a process of my life. The good, the bad and the ugly are what makes me, me. This is what life is. You are not special because you suffer, we all suffer. Grant it some more than others. Life is NOT fair, ever. Count your blessings when it is fair to you.

Being alive is a blessing given to you.

This sounds yawn worthy, but there is a deeper message in that. Take your nose out of your navel and look around. See the big picture instead of your own navel fuzz.

Before you become bitter about life, consider what is worth staying around for.

You’ll find it has nothing to do with you at all.