Saturday, June 26, 2004
Friday, June 11, 2004
The Roar of the Honk and Hammer
It's been a while since I've blogged. Maybe today it's time to kvetch. I went to the post office and it was closed--no sign, no indication of anything interesting having taken place. Even the windows were mirror-like. I was staring at myself in dire need of stamps.
A man walking down the street was noticing that his destination would not yield him his needs either. He said to me, "I think they're supposed to move across the street." So we both looked fervently at the new building across the shabby street. No post office to be found.
Then he had the newsworthy idea that public works operations would be closed today because of the death of the man who was forgetful before he forgot to use the toilet. He had early onset Alzheimer's while working as the "President." Perhaps his lack of empathy with those like himself--his self-hatred and fear caused him to close so many homes for the mentally fragile and infirm. That is his what I remember about him. It's worth blogging about since his good buddy Margaret Thatcher spoke at his wake or whatever. She has had two strokes to the brain. It's always been my belief that one dies from the breakdown of what one has lacked most power and strength.
A man walking down the street was noticing that his destination would not yield him his needs either. He said to me, "I think they're supposed to move across the street." So we both looked fervently at the new building across the shabby street. No post office to be found.
Then he had the newsworthy idea that public works operations would be closed today because of the death of the man who was forgetful before he forgot to use the toilet. He had early onset Alzheimer's while working as the "President." Perhaps his lack of empathy with those like himself--his self-hatred and fear caused him to close so many homes for the mentally fragile and infirm. That is his what I remember about him. It's worth blogging about since his good buddy Margaret Thatcher spoke at his wake or whatever. She has had two strokes to the brain. It's always been my belief that one dies from the breakdown of what one has lacked most power and strength.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Keeds and Computers Forgetting
It seems very complicated for me to transfer pictures on the computer. Is it because I'm a Keed? There are tons of excuses for not getting it right. Teaching keeds is what I've done as a life path for 10 years. The younger they are, the more excuses. Computers, on the other hand, are not like keeds. They don't make excuses. They just tell you everything you need to know to use their creativity. Maybe I need to read a book or just practice like practicing an instrument...learn through doing. But, meanwhile, I'd rather not stay a keed since I've been surrounded by them and I can't explain what I want them to do any better than a computer can.
Identity of the Blogger
Why blog? Why talk?
It's fun to see words, even if they don't mean anything--except if they're words associated with "bad" human qualities, such as what we call cruelty or meanness. If this blog approaches cruelty in any sense, let me know. This blogger is for love in all its forms.
Bhakti.
Poems.
Favorite thoughts that come up. Loving, happy thoughts. Serene and peaceful thoughts, putting out a message through these electrical wires that our nervous system has a friend.
It's fun to see words, even if they don't mean anything--except if they're words associated with "bad" human qualities, such as what we call cruelty or meanness. If this blog approaches cruelty in any sense, let me know. This blogger is for love in all its forms.
Bhakti.
Poems.
Favorite thoughts that come up. Loving, happy thoughts. Serene and peaceful thoughts, putting out a message through these electrical wires that our nervous system has a friend.
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