My ‘Uber Man’ vs. Denzel’s ‘Lyft Guy’

Denzel Washington is ‘my man.’  I’ve seen almost all of his films.  Love him.  Love them.  His latest, Equalizer 2, has my man DW as a Lyft driver who provides some of his passengers with some degree of ‘assistance.’  That’s really not the main thrust of the movie or his character, but it gave me an idea about a character with a cool sounding super-hero-ish name: Uber Man.

Most often our hero, Uber Man, is a typical driver, not unlike Denzel’s ‘Lyft Guy’ persona.  An Uber (or Lyft) driver has the vantage point of looking at people’s lives and personalities by seeing what they look, act, and dress like and hearing them in conversation, with him, other passengers, or while they’re on a cell phone.  The rearview mirror reflects, and the ears absorb, a certain degree of their essence.

Every rider has a story.  Depending on the riders’ personalities and the length of the trip, their driver may have the opportunity to learn about them and their lives; what they like to do, what they do or did for a living and for fun, where they’ve lived and travelled, what roles they play in their world – single, married, parent, sibling, coach, boss, etc., and maybe some talk about their problems.

Enter Uber Man: problem-solver at large; a dream-maker, a skull breaker, a man wielding traits and tools for compassion and vengeance.  Should chance match a rider with Uber Man, his or her personal circumstances could change – for better or for worse.  Uber Man enjoys the satisfaction of a job well done in the service of humanity; smashing or whittling away the egos of the pathologically selfish and arrogant predators among us.

His methods, sometimes subtle or tangential and sometimes harsh and direct, leave their mark in people’s lives and communities.  Uber Man’s ultimate purpose is in the leveling and weeding of the playing field of life.  He believes in his self-imposed mission to restore peace, pleasure, and prosperity to the human ecosystem.

As a confidante, an encourager, and an oracle of wisdom, many passengers appreciate having been so lucky to be picked up by this particular ‘Uber.’  He’s helped his riders restore relationships, find the strength and courage to pursue goals, solve vexing problems,  assuaged fears, pains of sadness, and anxieties, and brought laughter, hope, joy, and a new perspective into their lives.  Uber Man will never know the impact of most of his interactions with his riders.  But some come with baggage that must be relieved.

‘Uber Man’ has another ride request.  Will he or she tell their story?  Will they divulge their problems, secrets, and essence?  On what trajectory might this next rider’s life turn after being dropped off?  Where will she or he ultimately be delivered?

P.S.  This Uber Man idea is the pitch I’m giving myself for the subject of a new novel.  #ubermancopyrighted.   It’s mine.  All mine!

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WTF Is This Bloggery Mess?

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Yesterday was “Go Live” day.  Less than 24 hours later, I’m deep into my new online world; setting up this site, thinking of ideas, wondering why the hell I thought this would be a good idea, and learning how to go about making this venture worth a damn for any readers.  I’m one of those people who, paradoxically, often have too much moxie and not always enough mojo; I’m overconfident and lack confidence.  I both love and loathe the unknown, and I’m just a bit more of an optimist than a pessimist.  So onward I shall plod.

One of the things that may be a double-edged sword is that I have a lot of interests and a lot of opinions on those interests.  There’s a great deal of ground that can be covered under the umbrella of ‘anything.’  It’s a crapshoot of sorts. Maybe readers will help me weed out and focus on things from time to time.

What I am hoping to do is relate my thoughts, feelings, and passion in an interesting and provocative way without causing my, or other people’s heads to explode.  A nice, “oh, wow,” or “ah-ha” or “yeah, but” moment is the goal; for me and for my readers to experience.  I like to discuss vice argue, taunt, and insult.

I also like to think I have thick skin.  I don’t, really.  I can put up with a lot of crap, but it bothers me, more or less.  That said, I appreciate any feedback, praise mostly, am I right?  Criticism is a difficult art to master and many people, including myself, are short on wisdom and skill to offer such.  Insults, trolling, and just generally mean-spirited comments are really a waste of everyone’s time; well, except for those whose mission it is to divide and conquer a society or segment thereof.

Facebook is probably the biggest reason that I’m working out my writing on my own site now.  As much as I’ve enjoyed the interactions and ideas that have come my way from so many people and content producing entities, I yearn for a more sophisticated and ‘quieter’ experience from the fire hose of disinformation and thoughtless and reckless nonsense that is so pervasive lately on social media platforms, including Twitter, Instagram, and others.  I’m not anti- any of it, I just needed a fresh canvas of my own making.

This new venture is akin to therapy, which I am certainly and sorely in need of, again.

The Journey Begins

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April, 1965. ‘Twas the Year of the (Wood) Snake, according to Chinese astrology, when an Aries male appeared in a smallish town in upstate New York, a modestly short jog from Pennsylvania’s north-central border and a wee bit further from the famed Finger Lakes in the center of the state’s lush and hilly emergent Spring greenery. After more than five decades roaming the planet with reckless abandon while foraging about for love, purpose, and peace, the nearly exhausted, overweight, malcontent found his calling – or rather attended to it now.

Writing. Living a life as a serious writer. Because now that’s what I actually do, as opposed to contemplating such a life. Oh, sure, I have a pension and I also drive people around so as to survive the long, lonely, and steep uphill slog. I don’t see myself staring at a blank page, with a bottle of whiskey and a loaded pistol, in the near future anyway.

My purpose in pursuing my passion is to share what I’ve lived, learned, and now think after sorting and distilling my often errant, twisted and not quite right-minded experiences.