Category Archives: online journal

It’s getting to where I don’t remember much of anything these days. That is really starting to get on my nerves, mainly because it scares me a bit. Is this where I being the long journey to become my mother in her final incarnation here, devoid of any linear processing ability and the unique partContinue reading “I forgot to remember”

So, yeah – the Great Sleep Study adventure is officially over. Well, at least test part. I spent the night in a small hospital in a room with a double bed and a kick-ass air conditioner. They glued down all the electrodes to practically every part of my skin that wasn’t covered, and a coupleContinue reading “Sleep. Or not.”

I reflected on the cost of freedom the other day, and now at 2am the cost of life is needing exploration. This is what happens when I can’t shut my brain down and go to sleep. Even the dog left me and went to sleep in her own bed. Anyway, what does it cost meContinue reading “The cost of life”

Sometimes, when you believe that you’ve gotten to the bottom of things, figured it all out, closed the book…there’s more. Lots more. At the bottom of just about any empty pot, there are a few crusty scraps left of the dish, clinging to the bottom. Not ready to let go and become garbage. I keepContinue reading “Scraping the bottom”

So, yeah. I think I’m going nuts. Seriously. Or maybe more nuts than before now, but still – nuts. JPN. Just Plain Nuts. I am obsessing over things, some more serious than others, but still I am fixated and can’t seem to shake it off. I hate when this happens. I am obsessing over notContinue reading “Obsession”

I am putting people on notice – my patience has run out. Entirely. I am fed up with the anti-vaxxers and the anti-maskers and the so-called patriots and anybody even trying to talk about violation of their rights and freedoms and their liberty. Yes, you can opt to not receive the vaccine, you can refuseContinue reading “Is enough really enough?”

Facebook gave me a memory, from this day, five years ago: like the song says – i am not throwing away my shot. i took my shot, you didn’t. i told you a while back, it was about you, it was always about you. i’m not sure you could hear that, wanted to hear that,Continue reading “Back in the day…”

I fell into a burnin’ ring of fireI went down, down, downAnd the flames went higher,And it burns, burns, burns,The ring of fire, the ring of fire (“Ring of Fire” – Johnny Cash – written by June Carter / Merle Kilgore) So, yeah – the burnin’ ring of fire. It burns. The more you struggle andContinue reading “Ring of fire”

This morning, work crews removed the 12-ton statue of Robert E. Lee from its memorial site in RIchmond VA. The crowds were, mercifully, kept behind cordons at a distance from the pedestal and the heavy equipment. I watched the live stream version of this, from a local news outlet, and found the work itself toContinue reading “The cost of freedom”

So. I am told that “Half measures availed us nothing. We stood at the turning point.” (Big Book of Alcoholics Anonymous, Chapter 5 – How It Works) Half measures. Half assed efforts when I know better. I hope they are not half-hearted efforts, but they are frequently doing the same thing and expecting different results.Continue reading “Half measures”