Old is as old does, I guess

I've been hearing and reading that the current flu epidemic is especially hard on the elderly, and I wonder if that includes me.  How old is elderly?

I Googled that very question and found many different answers, but 65 was the minimum age anybody proffered.  One person said that elderly meant over 90, because "that's older than most people."  Well, okay, but since the median age in the United States is 35, if you're 40, you're older than most people.

Elderly must, of course, be relative, especially to one's own age.  My sister-in-law recently told me about the death of an acquaintance, adding that he was "only 69."  That might be considered a ripe old age by some, but apparently not by someone who is just a couple years shy of 69 herself.

In three years, I'll be 69 too, and I'm on Medicare and Social Security and have a pacemaker.  But I think of elderly people as frail and feeble with mobility issues, wrinkly faces, liver spots, and hearing loss, so I would never count myself in with that lot.  But if it's true that you're as old as you feel, I admit that some mornings I am really freakin' elderly.

Not a good excuse

Lance Armstrong has always been larger than life, as sports hero, as survivor, and now as big-time confessor. I mean, really -- if you want to come clean, why not call a news conference? Well, because Oprah Winfrey offers more hype, that's why. And maybe Barbara Walters was busy.

As much as I wish it weren't true, I think heroes do have a responsibility to the public that worships them. My father was seven years old when the Black Sox scandal hit. I am convinced that he was a very hurt and disillusioned little boy when he learned that players on his home-town team had thrown the World Series. He talked about it often and in a way that makes me think he never really got over it.

People are always disappointed when they find their heroes have feet of clay, but Armstrong's admirers probably feel doubly hurt and disillusioned because his indiscretions are linked to what made him a hero in the first place. Tiger Woods, another disappointment to many, cheated on his wife but not at golf, not at that which made him famous.

Armstrong's claim that the cheating was simply to level the playing field, since everyone was doing it, won't justify his actions any more than knowing what a scumbag Charles Comiskey was would have caused my father to forgive the Eight Men Out of Chicago.

All right. I'm tired of Lance Armstrong already. Let's move on.

You can say that again

There are countless lists of Top Ten Movie Quotes on the Internet.  Some lines are so tirelessly quoted that you can't help but recognize them, such as, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." 

Sometimes the quotes can stand alone, providing insight into some universal truth, but sometimes they have significance only for people who have seen the movie.  One such that I see often is, "You talkin' to me?" Because I haven't seen the movie in which that line is spoken, I don't understand why it would be anybody's favorite.

So, if I was going to provide a list of my own Top Ten Movie Quotes, which I am, some of them will be lost on people who haven't seen the movies in question.  But you know what?  It's my party.

My Top Ten favorite lines from some of my favorite movies:

10. "Not only am I ain't buildin' no 'shapel', I'm takin' off!" (Sidney Poitier to Lilia Skala, "Lillies of the Field," 1963)

9. "He was only a clerk in a hardware store, but he was an absolute rat." (Ruth Hussey, "The Philadelphia Story," 1940)

8. "Ring out the old year, ring in the new, ring-a-ding-ding." (Shirley MacLaine, "The Apartment," 1960)

7. "Whuddaya think I am, a mess?" (Morgan Freeman to Jessica Tandy, "Driving Miss Daisy," 1989)

6. "How many o' them hormones you takin', honey?" (Jessica Tandy to Kathy Bates, "Fried Green Tomatoes," 1991)

5. "Nature, Mr. Allnut, is what we are put in this world to rise above." (Katharine Hepburn to Humphrey Bogart, "The African Queen," 1951)

4. "You ever hear Dad introduce us to people? 'This is our daughter Dottie, and this is our other daughter -- Dottie's sister.' Should've just had you and bought a dog!" (Lori Petty to Gena Davis, "A League of Their Own," 1991)

3. "Attagirl, Sherlock. I'll betcha you could put two and two together and get something out of it." (Ann Miller to Ginger Rogers, "Stage Door," 1937)

2. "Well, we're not in the middle of nowhere, but we can see it from here." (Gena Davis, "Thelma and Louise," 1991)

1. "Not much meat on her, but what's there is cherce." (Spencer Tracy about Katharine Hepburn, "Pat and Mike," 1952)

50% Bohemian and 1/8 Irish

My family doctor referred me to a specialist (nothing serious) from whose office I have received a form to fill out and bring with me to my appointment next week. It wants all the usual information about me and my medical history and, especially, my insurance, but then there is a little section that asks for my race, ethnicity, and the language I speak at home. This is required, it says, to satisfy the requirements of the "new government regulations for electronic medical records."

Seriously?

From what I can find on the Internet, tracking this information is intended to help medical organizations understand the needs of the population they serve (if, one presumes, the numbers for each group are large enough to allow generalizations) and to point out disparities in care that might occur among certain racial/ethnic groups.

Seriously?

I looked online for an explanation of the difference between race and ethnicity, which are generally used synonymously. Mostly I found tedious philosophical discussions that boiled down to race being more or less physical and ethnicity being more or less cultural. Nobody gave any examples, but I do recall seeing surveys that ask (for demographic purposes only, of course) for my race or ethnicity (but not both) and sometimes give me a choice between white and Hispanic or white and non-Hispanic.  Maybe that's why it asks for both.

So, okay, but what am I supposed to put on those lines?  Caucasian / Bohemian?  White / American?  Actually, I think I'll put this:

Race: Human
Ethnicity: Baby-Boomer
Language spoken at home: Pig Latin

Seriously.

Take Your Pick

Since I've decided to refer to the year as "twenty thirteen" instead of "two thousand thirteen," I have been paying attention to how other people say it, especially on radio and television news broadcasts where years get bandied about a lot.

Predictably, it's a mix.  Some people say it one way and some the other way.  The same is true for other years too, but I started to notice a trend.  It seemed to me that when referring to the years 2001 through 2009, people usually said "two thousand n," but for the years since, "twenty n" was used more often. 

I got confirmation of that this morning when I heard both used in the same sentence.  A reporter on NPR was talking about things that happened "in two thousand eight and twenty ten."

I wonder if they had this same kind of confusion back in the 11th Century, in the years between, say, one thousand four and ten sixty-six.

I wish I hadn't

The other day when writing about the vanishing cocktail lounge, I noted a drink that Lesley M. M. Blume had talked about called the Godmother.  It is to be imbibed with a list of wishes one hopes will be granted.  It's a simple recipe -- equal parts of vodka and amaretto stirred (not shaken) with ice.  I decided to try it last night.

Vodka is never a problem at my house, but the amaretto was.  First I had to dig it out from the back of the liquor cabinet.  The dust on the bottle indicated how long it had sat there unused.  After wiping it down, I found I couldn't unscrew the cap.  I ended up running hot water over the neck of the bottle until it would finally budge.  That should have been a hint.

I poured an ounce of each over ice, stirred conscientiously, strained the result into one of my small, round, old-fashioned champagne glasses, and took a sip.  And about gagged.  It was so sweet I could feel my teeth rotting.  Did I say sweet?  A dash of lemon juice took the edge off and I was able to choke it down, but I won't be doing that again.

I hope my fairy godmother grants my wish -- never to have to drink anything like that again.

New Year Greetings

It was probably inevitable that iSomething would get me sooner or later.  And, sure enough.  Due to sale prices at Walmart and a generous gift-giver for a partner, I am now the proud owner of an iPad. 

I was told it was pretty much self-explanatory.  Oh, yeah?  It comes with absolutely no instructions whatever.  You can get all the help you want online, but you first have to figure out how to get to the Internet on the thing.  I used my desktop computer to get the info I needed, but I'm doing all right with it now.  In fact, I have set up my email, downloaded a number of apps (mostly free), and -- hold on to your hat -- I have Skyped. (!)

I have now moved into the 21st Century, and it only took me 12 years.

Which reminds me that I am trying like heck to remember to call this new year "twenty-thirteen."  Since Y2K, I have been calling the century "two thousand," as in "two-thousand six" or "two-thousand twelve."  I think I did that because "twenty-oh-one" sounded too weird to me, even though "nineteen-oh-one" doesn't.  It's all what you get used to, I suppose.

Happy two-thousand thirteen, everybody.