In A Rut I’ve been in a rut that I can’t quite shake. Part of that was the annual spring depression, though that’s waning now. Unfortunately, the rut hasn’t filled itself in, nor do I find myself magically out of it, ready to start walking up the street. It would be easier to get going if the rut didn’t appear to be filled with heavy … Continue reading Doing Thirty-Soft.
I didn’t read much this month, or rather, I didn’t read much in the way of books. I read journal articles instead, along with blog posts and news releases. Inquiring minds want to know. I worked hard at staying informed and educated until about the twentieth of the month, when the state of life, the universe, and everything – thank you, Douglas Adams – became … Continue reading June 2025 – The Movies I Watched, The Books I Read.
I lose a fair bit in the way of thought and phrases as a result of not writing things down as they occur. I tell myself I’ll remember the train of thought. I tell myself I’ll remember the circumstances that led to the inspiration and make lightning strike twice. Neither of those things ever happens. Sometimes, I forget I’ve had an idea at all. A … Continue reading dead is dead
*trigger warning, discussion of self-harm, attempted suicide Fine Forearms I used to tell people that the thing I liked most about myself was my forearms. It’s true. They’re aesthetically very pleasing. They’re symmetrical, which is a win on the human approval scale right off the hop. We’re wired to like symmetry. I suspect that’s one of the reasons my nerve-damaged chin bothers me so much … Continue reading It’s Good To Like Yourself, Actually.
From Famine to Feast 