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I'm not sure what's more frightening, falling asleep repeatedly while updating the product cross-reference list this afternoon, or finishing it up and realizing that I'd managed to do it right while half asleep.


I'd packed my lunch today, since I'd planned to stay in my cube and not spend money I didn't have anyway, but phoenixalpha had suffered an alarm clock malfunction (i.e. relying on someone else to set theirs properly) so we wound up at Jimmy John's munching on subs and talking about family, among other things, and we wound up talking over an essay by Frederica Mathewes-Green which segues from a discussion of how much more mature leading men of the 1930s and 40s were to a meditation on how a lot of the Baby Boomers never really grew up. I found that essay this weekend by way of Ed Driscoll, who also had a related essay, "The Kids Aren't Alright", which in turn keys off a Vodkapundit piece on "twixters".

The common thread is that there's not a lot of maturity going around these days among people who are old enough to act like adults, as the saying used to be. I'm not so sure about that, myself - I think there are still plenty of people growing up with a solid sense of responsibility. They just don't get shown very much in the pop culture until the shit hits the fan and their kind of can-do performance gets them a few minutes in the spotlight...after which the press and the talking heads go back to talking about Paris Hilton or Britney Spears or Tom Cruise. Meanwhile, the parents that take the time to instill discipline in their kids have the satisfaction of seeing their children act like they have most of their bolts on tight and not like the new crop of Junior Aristocrats who don't know jack about money except that it comes from Mommy and Daddy. There are more of those kids than you might think, sadly enough, and they're probably going to be the ones still living at home in their 30s...not so much a case of the chickens coming home to roost, rather a situation where the damn birds didn't fly the coop to start with.

I have the sneaking suspicion that most of those kids are the product of broken homes and/or families that spend more time looking at the tube than looking at each other. I'm also tempted to speculate that there aren't too many service brats in the Twixter class. We may have our problems, but most of us grew up with a pretty solid idea of how the world worked.

Ed has a number of posts on this topic, and I think I'll be paying closer attention to him from now on.


On the less cerebral side of life, I got another box o'docs yesterday - a small one, only 550 records - and got halfway through it last night. Which is good, since I have to have it back by 6 PM tomorrow...not thinking that's real likely, though I plan to get through them tonight. Now if I can just shake this damn cold I seem to be acquiring, I'll be doing okay.