We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Maybe he should not have retired, but that's what Brits do. It's their culture, to be pensioners. His post-retirement career, as commenter and thinker, has been a fine contribution to the world.
I know what he needs, and it's not pills. He needs to get to the gym and to begin working out hard. Rage, rage....One hour of intense physical effort daily is good for attitude and mental health, and fends off the feeling of aging along with some of its physical effects.
Pic is the gym at our hotel last month in Puerto de la Cruz after we disembarked: the comfortable Hotel Botanico. After we hiked all over town for four hours, I spent a "relaxing" hour and a half in there before dinner. Nice gym. No gym music.
I am hoping to get more exercise in "retirement" - which will be a switch to per diem and fewer hours. I can do pointless gym exercises like a medicine, with no joy but knowing that I need it, but I mostly enjoy hiking around, with at least a bit of uphill.
If I don't get that activity I find the dark thoughts coming unannounced.
Assistant Village Idiot
Hotel gyms just suck. Most have no weights at all and few machines worth using.
Most do, but I have been pleasantly surprised often enough w/ hotel gyms w/ dumbells. This has been at budget motor inns as well as some city hotels.
Flip side is true too, even some nice hotels have gyms w/ 2 treadmills and a stationary bike, and two of those three are broken.
No gym music...can't tell if this was considered a plus or minus. In Jan my company moved into a new building, w/ a new gym. Gone was the small boom box, instead were 3 TVs on walls (and private ones on the really bad ellipticals). What a farce. TV is a total detriment to a good work out. Always distracting w/ both sound and vision.
In contrast, the right music improves a workout sometimes by 50%.
BD, frankly and with no intended disrespect, through all the lifestyle blogging and various absolutes about how privilege, travel, life, and recipes must work, I've noticed a certain superior smugness - not to mention the moral ambiguity among those odd Sunday "lexionaries" and the naked girls in the previous post or the sexual references in the next.
But in this remark I fear you've rather arrogantly taken on a man you personally know nothing about and should take no privileges asserting on behalf of in order to again put your thumbs under your arms.
Have the decency to grant Dalrymple the right to his own outlook and life. I suspect that your ostensible Christian sensibilities, such as they may be, would at least allow for that, none the less for the level of mind the man obviously has.
I recommend you familiarise yourself with the writings of Chesterton or CS Lewis and then decide if you really wanted to make these criticisms.
It's not that I don't understand them. I see what you mean, and I fancy I may understand them very well, though who can tell? But there may be other things to see if you just just think it through a bit further. Not even a lot, actually. I think you may be on the edge of already.
Perhaps like yourself AVI, I grew up with those authors. In fact, I think I see in Dalrymple an existentialism not unfamiliar to those pages and more like them, assuming I have the right to speculate on the man's intent from one article.
(In that piece I thought TD quite wise, honest, and forthcoming. Forthcoming and touching. Depression is but a word, as Dr. Bliss may remind us shortly.)
If said Christian spirituality holds, TD's thoughts may well be more authentic to them than Epicureanism with a dash of window dressing. Who can tell?
I can't easily fathom where money and diversion are a preventative for responsible, aware inevitability, is all. TD speaks candidly about the consequences of age using a language not unlike a Christian's: Honest and without flinching. Reminds me of WF Buckley's admission to C. Rose that he was tired of life, or Kirkegaard's plea. Stuff like that comes from fullness, whereas my liberal friends speak of "skidding in" to death having exhausted every pleasure.
I happen to be one of those who think the Epicurean slogan Carpe Diem smacks of denial, which probably puts me on the wrong side of culture. Denied accountability also pretends to have no regrets.
Heroism lies in embracing all of life, not avoiding the hard realizations and their pain. Growth and contrast are superior to life with a remote and a sixpack.
Peck calls depression a gift. Jesus accepts the broken and down-trodden. Sackcloth and ashes have a deeply real primal spirit. In all this, accepting it is not looking for it, of course. But accepting it is plenty enough.