what next?
It’s a simple question. Here’s another, “What makes you happy?” The first question should be predicated by the answer to the second. I have answers to neither. Will contemplate.
a regular kind of day
M, Dave and the twins took off for Scranton for the night to see her parents. I cleaned the house, and took Teo for a walk. The sun…it was like my batteries got recharged. I got a bunch of come-hithers from guys. I responded to one and had some witty interchange. I cooked. I worked. I pet the dog. I hung out with the boys + (additional adopted sons). I …
around the table
I made tempura; everyone else made maki from the various ingredients. Was introduced to musubi. (It wasn’t half bad). Spam musubi is a popular snack and lunch food in Hawaii composed of a slice of grilled Spam on top of a block of rice, wrapped together with nori in the tradition of Japanese omusubi. Inexpensive and portable, Spam musubi are commonly found near cash registers in convenience stores all over …
this is squeaking one in
It’s two in the morning. Can this count for yesterday? MG, Dave and the twins are here looking at possibilities. After a full day of teaching, a comforting heart to heart, oh-my-gosh-I’m-sorry-kitties run to the grocery store, dinner out with the fam plus friends from back in the interpreting days, Moana, and talking until…oh, a few minutes ago. This is just a post to say the minutes were filled full …
inner monologues
The stuff that gets puts down are not academic, nor media critiques. The suggestions for blog topics (for the most part) aren’t really the meat of “external memory”. In the day to day, for the individual, maybe what they had for lunch really is more relevant than the president gutting the EPA and Net Neutrality. I haven’t been able to even say the current president’s name. He’s a bad dream.
give me a topic
This might be cheating. So today’s post is about asking for something to post, or as Michelle suggests “how to proceed”. (That seems legit). Dower asked for the blog address and I felt myself reluctant to give it up. Well, I didn’t give it. If anyone wants to find it, it’s easy enough. While this isn’t a private space (how can it be here published to the web?), I …
don’t knock medication
Took a pill. Slept for 12 hours. Hello! alertness and agency.
After Joe
What would it take to have a brand new thought? To get knocked out of the rut of patterned response? A new environment? New input? New stimulus? It would be cheaper to recombine experience and interpret it in a different light. I did a funny exercise. So, at first blush of rewatching “When Harry Met Sally”, I cast myself as Sally (of course), and I cast C as Harry. Then …
:D
One of the functions of the internet is to vomit random ridiculous awesomeness. And thus, the day is saved (for a while).
plan to get over
“Just do something. Even if it’s wrong.” That was dad. I can hear him in my head with that note of frustration. It didn’t really help at the time. Maybe it did. But I’m sure there are times a good kick in the ass is just what I need. I could use it now, since I can’t seem to get myself going. Exhausted yet unable to sleep. I hide in …