A quick Lazy Sunday today, dear readers, looking back at the recent Spring Concert. I’m looking forward to (God Willing) a relatively normal week of work!
Rock on—and Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Lately I’ve been reading more pieces about the approaching succession crisis that will be the long-delayed hand-off of power from the seemingly eternal Boomers to the rapidly aging Gen Xers and Millennials. That will release a massive bottleneck of jobs and wealth that should—if AI doesn’t put us all out of work—lift those generations to higher levels in the corporate and academic worlds, while also allowing the unfortunates of Gen Z a chance to get a job.
Writer Aaron Renn has covered the topic: https://www.aaronrenn.com/p/the-boomer-paradox-jeff-giesea
He also helpfully linked to a trilogy of essays by Jeff Giesea detailing the ramifications of what I call the “Post-Boomer Collapse“:
Each of these essays gives a sense of what will come as the Boomers continue to grow older and, ultimately, die off.
For all the vitriol poured on this generation (and I’m guilty of it as well), their passing will bring with it major shockwaves.
It’s why I advocated a year ago that the Boomers still lingering in leadership positions should go ahead and step down. If they do so thoughtfully over the course of the next few years, they could groom successors and assure a smoother transition. If they stubbornly cling to their roles (“I just love to work!”), I fear that we’ll experience a competency vacuum on an unprecedented scale.
We all know stories of post-colonial African nations in which, having ousted the colonizers, the local people don’t know how to maintain the advanced infrastructure left to them. Maybe a few folks know how to keep existing systems running, but as they retire or die off, no one is proficient enough to keep things running. The power plant coasts for a few weeks with whatever coal was shoveled in last (I don’t know in detail how power plants work, so don’t crucify me over this illustration), then people wonder why their lamps don’t work anymore.
Heck, if all the nuclear engineers disappeared today, I wouldn’t know how to run a nuclear power plant (see the prior paragraph, which used a coal-burning plant, but you get the idea).
Similarly, if we lose huge amounts of institutional knowledge over the span of ten years without trained successors, we’re doomed. Thankfully, many organizations have engaged in succession management, but I suspect we’re in for a world of pain—or, at the very least, some unpleasant ruptures.
All the more reason for the Boomers to loosen their grip and let the next generations have a turn at the wheel.
With that, here is 26 April 2025’s “The Post-Boomer Collapse?” (original on SubscribeStar):
This past week was slammed with preparation for the Spring Fine Arts Festival, which commences tomorrow and culminates in my students’ Spring Concert on Tuesday. As such, I thought I’d look back at this past week:
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Two years ago I issued to my readers The TJC Challenge, a challenge to listen to all of my music on either Apple Music or YouTube/YouTube Music (you can do it on Spotify now, too). At the time, The TJC Challenge took about three hours to complete. Last year it took around seven-and-a-half hours.
Now it takes (approximately) eight hours and fifty-five minutes—let’s call it nine (9) hours to listen to my full discography. Note that only includes the stuff on the streaming platforms (twenty-three releases, although Electrock Music and Electrock II: Space Rock are combined as a double-album on streaming platforms, so technically it’s twenty-four releases); my Bandcamp page has thirty releases (use promo code challenge to get 90% off any purchase there through 11:59 PM UTC on 30 April 2026).
So, need some unusual instrumental jams (plus my singer-songwriter comedy EP, Contest Winner) to get you through the workday? Then take The TJC Challenge!
Instructions for how to do so are below, but here’s the YouTube instructions, as they’re probably the most accessible for most readers/listeners:
YouTube Method
Don’t use Apple Music? No problem. The cheapest method (no monthly subscription to a streaming service) is via YouTube. The only downside is that there’s no way to play through all albums without having to select individual releases.
Still, here’s the YouTube method:
Hover over one the album you’d like to listen to first and click “Play All”
Rinse and repeat for each album
Whatever you listen to, I hope you enjoy! If you do listen to my tunes, please let me know what you think.
With that, here is 24 April 2025’s “TBT: The TJC Challenge“:
The school year is in its last legs, and soon yours portly will be transitioning to his new life of once-a-week chaplaincy and quasi-full-time writing. After my reaccreditation team visit (see below), I’ve been reflecting more and more about education; it seemed like a good time to look back at some posts on the topic:
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Any churchgoing Christian will understand that feeling that sometimes hits on Sunday mornings—even though you typically want to go to church, you just don’t want to that Sunday. The week is long and hard; the weekend is short (and usually full of the stuff you couldn’t get done during the week).
My brothers and I used to joke with our dad—a man who was borderline giddy as he’d wake us up for a marathon session of church (we were Pentecostal in the 1990s and early 2000s, so church was pretty much an all-day affair)—that we would “worship God in our own way” by staying home and playing Nintendo. Thank goodness he had a sense of humor and understood we were lampooning the milquetoast cultural “Christians” and New Age spiritualists who framed staying home and washing their cars as an act of piety.
But the struggle is real. I sincerely believe that Satan and his minions attack us the hardest right before church. Like most things, the justifications are reasonable: “I really need the rest”; “I have a crazy week ahead and need to get prepared for it.” Sometimes those things are legitimate concerns; more often, though, they’re just lame rationalizations, and we know it.
I’m preaching to myself here. I know from experience that missing one week of church makes it that much harder to return the following week; missing two weeks in a row or more is lethal to regular attendance. Due to our current living situation and Dr. Wife finishing up residency, we often find ourselves out of town on Sundays, but we try to attend one of our churches. Indeed, there have been times I’ve proposed staying home so we can “rest,” and she’ll insist we go to church. She’s a good woman.
Again, I understand there are exceptions. Some people—even here in the South—work on Sundays. People travel. Family events and the like sometimes interfere. Look, I’m not a Catholic—I don’t believe your salvation is contingent upon checking off the “I attended Mass so I’m good for another week” box. I do, however, believe that Scripture Instructs us to be part of a body of believers.
Going to church is beneficial spiritually first and foremost, but it’s also an opportunity to build Christian community. In an age of economic isolation and social atomization, folks are desperate to be part of something bigger than themselves. What’s bigger and better than the Bride of Christ?
Here in the South, there a sometimes more churches per square mile than people. I know other parts of the country are not so fortunate, but churches are not hard to find. Find a good one and start going!
With that, here is 17 April 2025’s “TBT^4: Go to Church“:
It’s tax-o-rama here in the States, and yours portly has done his fair share of grumbling. Here are some recent posts on that most onerous of topics:
A sign that democracy does not reflect the will of the people is that few things are more popular than eliminating the income tax, but we still have it. It seems like it would be a political slam-dunk to get rid of this ridiculous form of taxation, but I guess too many tax attorneys and H&R Block seasonal workers would be out of a job. But, hey, we could enjoy Easter again!
Happy Sunday!
—TPP
Once again it’s tax season in the United States. I won’t bore you—again—with the details of our bizarre, nightmarish tax situation, but to suffice it to say that, at the time of writing, yours portly and his dear Dr. Wife are about $5500 poorer and Uncle Sam is probably paying for a federal inmates gender reassignment surgery. Next year will be much easier, but it’s always a pain.
I think what I resent most is that the federal government is now party to every economic exchange I make outside of purchasing a brownie from a sidewalk bake sale. Any money I earn gets reported. Indeed, I probably report more than I really need to, because I do take seriously Jesus’ instruction to “render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s.” I just wish Caesar was spending my money in the national interest, not in the niche interests of some special interest group or immigrant group that got here fifteen seconds ago.
But it is—for another year, at least—done. Now I’m free to enjoy Spring Break and to wait, watchful and eel-like, for next year.
With that, here is 10 April 2025’s “TBT^65,536: End the Income Tax“:
In looking for a piece to reblog for this installment of TBT, I stumbled upon this piece involving some late-night McDonald’s shenanigans. I really should compile a short collection of essays about my various misadventures at McDonald’s—and other fast food joints. Slapping together fifty pages musing about fast food in the 2020s would be much like the food itself—cheap, reprocessed garbage that costs too much and is unfit for human consumption.
And yet, the cheap flavor and saltiness of such a volume would entice just as a nocturnal cheeseburger might. What say you, dear readers? Should I put together such a lofty tome? Leave a comment and let me know.
With that, here is 2 April 2025’s “Held Hostage by a Trans Autist at McDonald’s“:
Spring is springing and sprunging, and here are some recent posts that seem fitting for this new season:
Happy Spring!
—TPP
