I’m not writing much these days beyond keyboard warrior entries on Twitter. A level of rage helps there and depression keeps my angry close to the surface. It’s good that depression combines anger with a diminished ability to control oneself. I enjoy the way I blow up my life when I’m depressed. But I miss writing. I miss having a routine. I miss feeling like … Continue reading Let’s go shopping – fun with depression.
We’re greedy. We’re a more-ish species, not to be confused with Moorish. Though some of us might be Moorish as well. For me, that’s unlikely. My line seems confined to the British Isles once you trace it back to the greats, save for a random German fellow on my father’s side who found his way in, once upon a time. So, unlikely, not impossible, but … Continue reading We’re greedy.
I’m sucking a little at this whole “save the planet thing”. It’s not that I’m not on-board team “we’re headed for destruction”. I’m fully willing to believe scientists and my own eyes. Record global temperatures keep happening, month after month, year after year. The needle is creeping upward and this is not a good thing, uninformed northern politicians’ bizarre rants on the coming days of … Continue reading But I like my plastic bottles…
From Famine to Feast. 