Saturday, November 28, 2020
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Thursday, November 12, 2020
Yes, swimming & surfing the days. So far it's seems we have survived the reign of our very own American Fascist, we are moving on to a new era (Biden/Harris), and we have so far avoided that nasty virus circulating thru the human population. So much of 2020 is about avoidance, the things we've avoided.
All this swimming and surfing takes up lots of time. You sometimes forget that our lives are swimming and surfing by too. These are the days of our lives. Yes, we are looking to get thru, to get on the other side of these crazy calamities surrounding us, but at the same time, living within these calamities is our life and our time.
Swimming & Surfing Calamity, that's life...
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Tuesday, November 10, 2020
Monday, November 09, 2020
Yesterday it was all smiles and good vibes in our town. Folks were out, enjoying a nice, sunny, fall day. The black cloud hanging over the land has lifted. The big, loud, toxic bad man has been defeated. How did we do it? One little vote at a time.
Democracy. It truly is a wonderful thing. The people decide who will serve us. The revolution comes in dribs and drabs. Every two years we elect Representatives, and every 4 years we pick a President. Every election is a pivot point. Every vote counts. History is written in real time. It's a bit messy. No clear thru line.
We lean to the light, and hope for enlightened progress, but it doesn't always roll out like that. One step forward, two steps back, sometimes, unfortunately, we can find ourselves in a deep, hateful, retro-ditch. Then again, sometimes we roll our sleeves up, do the hard work of democracy and we rise to a bright new day and reality.
Our choices do matter. Everything is connected. Everything hinges on Everything.
Yes. It's a little thing: a homely little vote. It is a formidable weapon. What's the take away this a.m.?Sometimes...
Sunday, November 08, 2020
The words that come to mind: Joy. Ecstasy. Euphoria. Happiness. Excitement. Relief.
I admit it. I am exhausted. My girlfriend remarked to a friend: "My boyfriend is absolutely exhausted." It's true. It has been a total, crazy, roller-coaster ride of emotions. Yesterday morning when I heard that the AP had finally called the race for Biden I was relieved & sort of numb.
Later in the afternoon we took a long bike ride. My friend wanted to pick up some things at the hardware store. We rode through the main square of our town, a little Progressive Blue Bubble of a town. Folks were out in full force in the town square. Whooping, Cheering, Singing, Laughing, Dancing, High-Fiving, Chanting. Car horns Blaring. It was a total, joyous, celebration. So cathartic. So healing. So wonderful. So fun. Made us so happy to be alive in the USA.
It's funny. It had that vibe of hearing the news that the Bad Man, the Great Dictator had died. You know, people cried when Stalin died, but people also celebrated, they laughed, danced and whooped for joy. It was like that in our little Blue Bubble Town. Total, unmitigated joy!
I heard the bells were ringing in Paris. I talked to my friend in Poland. They were celebrating too. Pretty damn amazing. I do love this country. I love Democracy. I am feeling very hopeful, optimistic, joyous. I know there are lots of problems, major problems, difficult, enormous problems, but I am confident we have two new amazing people heading up our government and I am sure that they will do all they can to work towards solutions.
Hope. Big-time Hope. Oh yeah, and Joy... complete, total Joy...
Saturday, November 07, 2020
Yes. I live in a Progressive, Blue Bubble. My long-time companion tells me it's actually a "Sunny-Jimmy Bubble." Maybe so. Just born that way, don't you know? So in my little bubble, science, math, facts, truth, common-sense, hope & optimism rule the roost. So I am feeling pretty damn positive that we will soon finish the vote-counting, and we can send the Toxic Clown Prez to the great dustbin of history. I mean simple math, and facts on the ground just make it inevitable!
Anyway, in my Progressive Blue Bubble neighborhood, even the park benches are articulate and politically-astute. We came across this park bench on a late afternoon bike ride yesterday. I couldn't say it any better, and it summed my thoughts/feelings/desires EXACTLY!
Friday, November 06, 2020
(b) a government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them directly or indirectly through a system of representation usually involving periodically held free elections"
Thursday, November 05, 2020
Still waiting for the final count. Main-lining numbers. Not very healthy or satisfying. What's the mood around here?
Frazzled. Jittery. Exhausted. Touchy. Jumpy. Cautiously, desperately, optimistic. Prone to easy tears. Yes. A bit weepy (I listened to Dylan most of yesterday, and early evening, yes it's been a Dylan Jukebox, from the early folk anthem stuff, Dylan reading his poem to Woody Guthrie, to later exhilarating r&r and even some of the gospel-tinged, early 80's church-y tracks). Why weepy? I haven't been sleeping well. I'm a bit overwrought and exhausted. I am the type of person who wears his feelings on his shoulders. Even though I am always striving for balance, common sense, a cool, chill demeanor, I live and die with my emotions & feelings. So yeah, live and die with every little morsel of news. As someone once remarked about my brother and I: "Both feet in, blood flying."
Right. It's a challenge not to be too emotionally-invested in the outcome of this election, but of course, that's not just hard to do, it is freaking, totally, impossible. I CANNOT countenance another four years of Trump. Just can't do it. Can't fathom it, can't imagine it, can't entertain it, can't think about it. I am totally gob-smacked that millions of my fellow Americans could vote for that disgusting example of humanity.
Luckily for me, and for everyone I know, the numbers are looking good for my pick. I mean, there is still a bit of uncertainty, final counts aren't in yet, votes still need to be counted and tallied, but really, the trend is looking good. The undoubted certainty: a record number of voters voted for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. We are on the cusp of a new era. A huge popular vote win for a new direction. Now it's the parsing, counting at the state level that is the make or break. As of this moment Joe Biden is 6 electoral college votes from being our next President. Hallelujah!
So, so close we can taste victory. I was expecting total exhilaration, but you know, even an exhausted, over-wrought relief will do just fine. It make take days, or who knows, we may know a winner very soon. I suppose an ungodly dollop of patience is required. Okay. Got it. I figure more main-lining numbers today. More Dylan too. It's important to tune out and recharge too.
What's the a.m soundtrack? Paul Butterfield Band's "East-West." (1966). Fabulous. Tough. Electric blues with some jazzy instrumental jams. The perfect post-election, deep in the weeds vote-counting, waiting with bated breath soundtrack...
Wednesday, November 04, 2020
Tuesday, November 03, 2020
Monday, November 02, 2020
The suspense is killing me.
Waiting for, and slightly dreading, election day, tomorrow, Nov. 3, 2020. It seems like a pivot point, a critical event, a momentous occasion for our fledgling Democracy. In my "sunny moments," I see a landslide Blue Wave, healing & beautiful. In my "dumps moments" I see more chaos, division, hatred.
Maybe the smart thing: a bit of both, you know, landslide Blue Wave with a small, loud, unhappy minority causing a retrograde ruckus. A new day dawning with a hangover of hate. A major step forward, but a long, protracted fight ahead.
As my Father always used to say: "No one ever promised you a rose garden." Although, really, let the roses bloom!
We live in a such an unhappy, divisive time. Disinformation. Bad blood. Madness. USA seems like a lurching, stumbling beast of competing visions. I can't help but be optimistic and hopeful, but I don't know if that is really smart, or really dumb. I also live with a small streak of uncertainty, doubt, and worry cutting thru the sunshine.
Still, no matter what, I am not the best worrier in the land. I leave that up to some of my close friends and relatives. They are all so much better worriers than I. So yes, the suspense is killing us. I lean to the light.
Let's count the votes. All of the votes. Let's see what Democracy decides. Dare I say it? I see Joe & Kamala on a stage, smiling, grateful, ready to go to work. But, well, let's count the votes.
Sunday, November 01, 2020
We had one of those great creative break-throughs yesterday. We had been working on a song, my chord progression, my partner’s lyrics, we had worked through it together over the last month or so, we let it marinate, we’d get together, we’d play it, and for some unknown reason, it just didn’t seem to work. There was some undefinable, unsatisfying-ness that sort of hung over the song. We let it sit for a couple of weeks. Maybe we just needed to live with a it bit, and then it would jell?
Yesterday, late afternoon, sitting in a friend’s living room, the rays of the sun washing over us from the front window, we played some songs from our catalog of songs. Between songs I just aimlessly started strumming, on automatic pilot. Not a thought or intention in my head. My fingers traveled up and down the fretboard in a new pattern. Something clicked. My partner started tentatively singing the lyrics over this new pattern. It all just fell in place. In short order, we had a completely new song. New feel, new mood, suddenly chords and lyrics seemed to fit exquisitely.
It almost sounded ancient, from another century, Medieval, and from another land. Funny. An unexpected gift. A moment of magic. Halloween 2020. Blue Moon Saturday. Ghosts and goblins wandering the neighborhood. Ghosts in the room. That is how it felt, this song came from somewhere, and from someone else. Luckily, we had a digital recording device. We recorded the song. Good thing. It’s still just barely in our grasp, like a butterfly, a bolt of lightening. Neither of us can claim the song, it just sort of came out of the air. We think it's a good one.
Saturday, October 31, 2020
I awake in a new place. A short stay with 3 little four-legged beasts; hairy, friendly, needy. They follow my every move. It is strange, to fall into a completely new reality. I bring all of my same old habits and foibles. “No matter where you are, there you are.” No escaping, even on this little escapade.
I brought my books, my music, and my coffee-maker. The brew is powerful, robust, life- giving. Some addictions really pay. Listening to the radio this a.m. The words just fly by. Same stories, same worries, same hopes.
The sun is shining. The leaves are turning. Beautiful colors, fallen leaves litter the ground. Dazzling. No expectations, no appointments, just time, lots of time with the little beasts. Breathing, thinking, hanging out. Life.
Friday, October 30, 2020
Feeling a Blue Wave Landslide brewing. But at the same time, I am counseling everyone I know to make sure they VOTE, and at this point in the drama, make sure you VOTE in-person on Tuesday, November 3rd. Don't make the mistake of trusting the mail.
Yes, the Political Data Scientists, such as Nate Silver, G. Elliott Morris and Nate Cohn are all running their sophisticated models and coming up with probabilities for winners and losers throughout the land. They run those models thousands of times, and tweak the data, test different assumptions and then come up with probabilities.
Bottom line: basically, it looks very promising for the Democrats to sweep into the White House, to take back the Senate, and to add seats in the House. Going out on a limb, I'd say: MASSIVE BLUE WAVE!
That would be so exciting and healing for the nation. It would be a fantastic validation for our little Democratic experiment. A new day. A better day. A way to reclaim the American Dream. I do think it will happen. I don't think by saying that, that I am jinxing it.
Of course, the Universe only runs the model one time. It's a weird thing. We live in a probabilistic Universe, maybe this, maybe that, could be this, could be that, but when all is said and done, what happens is what actually happens.
Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda are all just spit-balling after the fact. So anyway. What to do? VOTE. VOTE BLUE. VOTE BIDEN/HARRIS. I mean, come on, won't it be fun to be on the winning team? The Toxic Clown Prez is flailing, failing, spinning in his own whirlpool of vomit. Finally the definitive judgement is about to come down on his head: A LOSER! Ha! That is his greatest fear. The truth will finally rule. Yes, Toxic Clown Prez = Total Loser! Let's end this shit-show. Lot's of work to do to fix, remake, rebuild, and dream new dreams.
Thursday, October 29, 2020
Wednesday, October 28, 2020
“The Future is Unwritten.” – Joe Strummer
Tuesday, Nov. 3rd the most consequential election day in our lifetimes.
We are doing our best to conjure up, in our little Progressive, Blue Bubble, a New Day, and Reclaim a New American Dream. “Stand up for Your Rights.” VOTE. Remember Election Day is next Tuesday, Nov. 3rd. Dare we say it? Let’s elect Joe & Kamala. The alternative is too gruesome and retrograde to even contemplate.
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
Monday, October 26, 2020
"It's getting real out there."
Sunday, October 25, 2020
The pandemic has changed everything. Especially in our R&R life. Our band used to play some pretty nice clubs, to some pretty good-sized crowds. No more. Of course, it's not unique to us. Everyone in the R&R firmament has been knocked down by that nasty virus, Covid-19. No shows. No grand tours. No crowds. No intimate interactions.
So what to do? We have learned that over time that "playing is the thing." Still. Always. Even if you feel tired, not-into-it, dragging, reluctant, unsure, sort of wanting to cancel; actually getting together and playing with other musicians is always an amazing kick, a re-vitalizer, a savior, a soulful, and life-affirming thing.
So 2020 has been about playing in the park. Outside, masked, distant, in a large circle. Playing to the trees, the sky, the birds and bees. Sometimes passing strangers too.
Also we have played on the street, literally, "taking it to the streets." We filled a cart with our gear and schlepped down the street to a record store in our neighborhood yesterday. A little gypsy-caravan. I mean, we probably looked like homeless people carting our stuff around the hood. Making the effort.
We have played music on the sidewalk 3 times this year in honor of the slowly unfolding, 3-part Record Store Day Pandemic-Style. There is something so real about playing a city street: buses, cars, people, dogs, vinyl-enthusiasts, lurkers and gawkers, folks stopping by for a listen, kids and dogs sitting mesmerized at our sounds and vibrations. Noisy. Distracting. Bad acoustics. Nothing special. Just folks playing music to the street.
It's a bit humbling. But essential too. No airs, no ego. Just setting up on a cold, dirty avenue and playing music. There is something so empowering about being able to perform on the street, and to really embody it. There were 4 of us yesterday. It was windy, chilly, our fingers getting a bit stiff from the low temps. We gave it our all, put all our energy into it, heart, head, soul. And it felt amazing.
Don't need a big stage, or a big audience. Just kicking it in the street. In some ways maybe even more gratifying. To be able to get to some "transcendence" in the most humble, meager and homely way. It was great. Really. Playing in the raw elements. Nothing better. Satisfying. Gratifying. Playing really is the thing.
Saturday, October 24, 2020
You think it's going to "all work out." But, of course, you're not sure. You've been sometimes wrong and sometimes right in your prognostications, and it's hard to tell how things are going to break this time. Even really, really smart people seem to be confused and unsure, which is a bit unsettling.
The Universe is a funny place. It's rolling out, expanding as I type these words. It unfolds. It's hard to discern what that unfolding entails and how it all comes together, or falls apart, or whatever it's doing.
And people, human beings, are tricky. Extremely tricky. Unpredictable. Contradictory. Although often-times people act in oh so predictable ways; irrational, acting as if they are completely rational in a totally irrational manner. It's a tricky, complicated game that humans play with themselves and others.
So yeah, we live in this Universe and it seems like it only runs one way. And people must find themselves in it somehow. And the Universe may be existing in some kind of infinity of time and space, but us human beings exist in a very limited time and space continuum. At least, that's how it seems to this human.
It's amazing anything can get done. Not surprising there is so much confusion, bad blood, division, pain and turmoil. Then again, sometimes things do work out. And there is love, joy, good cheer, a certain kind of happiness.
It's all a bit funny and tricky...
Friday, October 23, 2020
Thursday, October 22, 2020
It was a dark and stormy night here in the Heartland. Tossed and turned. Up early. It's still dead-dark, with a cold, hard rain banging off the windows. I am listening to Cream's "Wheels of Fire," a double-CD, on the stereo, it's an album from another place and time (1968). It does sound great. A 3-piece band of major substance abusers. Oh yeah, pretty much totally fabulous musicians too. But it wasn't long before they couldn't stand to be in the same room together. Drugs & Egos. Vibe-Killers, for sure. Funny.
Still the album is excellent. Eric Clapton on guitar, Jack Bruce bass and vocals, Ginger Baker on drums. A super-group. You wonder why they couldn't just play their music and leave the other shit alone? People are tricky.
That is the never-ending story. Folks working against their own best interests. Choosing risky behaviors, making poor decisions, making complete wrecks of their lives. Makes you happy to still have your feet on the ground, all your fingers and toes.
I feel lucky to be here. I have had my own series of goofs and fuckups in my history. Nothing too serious. But a few close calls and supremely stupid decisions. Who knew?! Often you are making decisions with little or no insight. I mean, really, come on, life ain't easy.
Best to choose your vices wisely, Pilgrim. Lean to the light. Be humble, gentle and kind. "A fundamentally decent human being," (someone describing Joe Biden). Now that's something to aspire to.
Wednesday, October 21, 2020
We have been waiting, waiting, waiting to cast our vote for years. I mean this has been a long, 4 year struggle, dealing with the daily horror and hate of the Toxic Clown Prez. We both joyously cast our votes for Joe and Kamala. It was quite exciting and fun. Yes, indeed.
Dreaming of better days for this fragile Democracy. So happy to VOTE for Biden/Harris. Let’s reclaim the American Dream. There is something so r&r about Voting. It’s a small thing, but, really, just like every little thing we do, it has major consequences. Every breath, every step, every note & every vote counts.
You know it's "mystical" idea: every drop in the ocean is infinite. As above, so below. You may think you are a tiny thing in a grand Universe, and it is true. But, you know, EVERYTHING COUNTS!
Our little American experiment in Democracy only works if we all participate: pay attention, stick to the facts, engage fully; heart, head & soul. We voted. It was a celebration and a relief. I am not afraid to voice it: Blue Wave 2020 Coming. I do believe. It is important, and essential.
Better days ahead...
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Reflections in a Golden Vibe...
Still in a reflective mood (see previous post)...
Where am I at? What have I learned on this Long & Winding Road?Do the hard things first.
Monday, October 19, 2020
Sunday, October 18, 2020
Saturday, October 17, 2020
Heard this on the radio this A.M. - "Life and Death are not abstract concepts."
Right. I recently found out that a dear friend, an amazing visual artist that I have known for many, many years had passed away. Not sure the details. The news was so sad and shocking. I take it as a reminder that this happens all the time. It can happen to any of us, any time. It's just the reality of Life. One day here, the next day gone.
So, it's best to live every day to the fullest. What does that mean? Try to be Present. Fully-engaged in whatever you are doing. That's the best advice I can impart to myself.
I also heard that someone we know has tested positive for Covid-19. A close to home reminder that this Pandemic is still raging. We all may have gotten complacent, tired of the new reality, but, you know the Virus just doesn't give a damn. The Virus is nasty, relentless, never sleeps.
Being a bit paranoid about the Virus is probably a good survival strategy. Around here we are still being quite militant about the Virus: washing hands, staying physically-distant, staying home, avoiding being in enclosed spaces with other folks, wearing a mask at all times.
I do think the best "go-to" mind-set: figure everyone you know has Covid-19. Act accordingly. Weird times for sure. Taking one day at a time. Laying low, trying to hang in until the vaccine.
Be Present. Be Safe. Oh yeah, be sure to Vote. It's time for a better day. Biden/Harris 2020.
Friday, October 16, 2020
Tom Petty sang about it so eloquently: "The Waiting is the Hardest Part."
Yes. Indeed. No doubt.
We know the clock is ticking. Only so much time. Contrary to the The Rolling Stones song, time really isn't "on our side." There's the biological clock ticking away. There's the vastness of time in the Universe.
That fuzzy-haired genius, Albert Einstein told us "time is relative." Time is fungible. It morphs. Maybe like some of those swamis & mystics say time is an illusion.
But, really, our human experience tells us there is a constant, "tick, tick, tick..." That's your life ticking away. And you are waiting. Waiting for the coffee to brew, waiting for the computer to boot up, waiting for the good guys to win, waiting for something exciting to happen, waiting for the check, waiting for a phone call, waiting for enlightenment, waiting for good news, waiting on a friend, waiting for the next shoe to drop. Waiting.
It's the hardest part because, really, we know it deep in our being, time is precious...
Thursday, October 15, 2020
I don't have any inside information. I don't have a crystal ball. I don't really know anything. I mean, that's a good go-to attitude to tackle anything. "Beginner's Mind." It's certainly a great way to approach any kind of creative work, and well, I think it's helpful as a survival strategy in the grand journey of life too.
I have been sleeping better lately. Maybe it's because the weather is cooler. Days are shorter. Less sunlight early and late. The bed is comfy. The pillows are fluffy. I'm over my vertigo (see previous post), I listen to the radio a bit less, listen to music a bit more, reading a book about the great Sir Paul McCartney which is satisfying and inspiring, but I also suspect that THE WORM HAS TURNED!
What do I mean? Well my friends don't want to verbalize it, we have been in shock for 4 years, I think we all suffer from PTSD. Living under the Daily Outrage, pummeled by the Daily Hate emanating from the W.H. but I do think we are in the End Days of our Toxic Clown Prez. He is totally imploding. He is like the Towering Inferno. His campaign in like the late stages of the Hindenburg, a gaseous flame-ball, or the Titanic after hitting the iceberg, sinking into the cold, dark abyss.
Finally, finally the ShitShow is coming to a close. I really, truly, madly, deeply believe that on November 3rd we will see a landslide Blue Wave of epic proportions. Sorry. Don't mean to jinx it. I understand if you are skeptical, worried, full of doubt. But I do believe. And I don't think it's a bad idea to float that bubble. I think it's a good idea to float that vision. Come on people, don't need no ticket. Just Vote.
Sleeping better. I do believe that's a hint. Yes. A new day, a new era is on the way. It's coming. Mark my words.
Wednesday, October 14, 2020
I recently experienced a multi-day episode of Vertigo. I woke up in the middle of the night, and found myself spinning out of control. It was almost like I was falling out of my body, and/or falling off the planet. So strange, weird, disorienting.
Yes. Spinning, feeling sick, a constant, persistent, motion-sickness. For a few days it was like I was riding in a fast car, or on a rickety train, or on a boat in choppy water.
I must admit I took this episode as some kind of symbol or prophetic sign:
And really, if I look at the world around me with clear-seeing eyes, everything does seem like it is spinning madly out of control. So in that way, I sort of felt at one with the world.
Luckily, a close friend of mine is an old hand at dealing with Vertigo. She knows all the symptoms and all the home remedies. She explained what was happening to me. Knowing does help, really, which also seems like an important idea that one can apply to every aspect of your life: Knowing does help!
Pretty sure the cause of my vertigo was BPPV. Which sounds weird and scary. It's actually kind of weird and funny...
BBPV: "These initials stand for benign paroxysmal positional vertigo. BPPV occurs when tiny calcium particles (canaliths) clump up in canals of the inner ear. The inner ear sends signals to the brain about head and body movements relative to gravity. It helps you keep your balance."
Yeah. Weird. We have these little calcium particles in our inner ears that get misplaced, out of whack, and when they get misplaced, they pretty much send you reeling. What to do? Well, there is this amazing little exercise called the Epley Maneuver.
You can go to YouTube and watch how it's done. It's a simple exercise you can do on your bed. So I got out an iPad and stepped thru the directions. It took a few times, but by the third try it worked.
"Dr. John Epley designed a series of movements to dislodge the crystals from the semicircular canals. These movements bring the crystals back to the utricle, where they belong. This treats the symptoms of vertigo."
Thank you Dr. John Epley! Amazing. No drugs, no doctors, no emergency visits.
The crystals drifted back to their rightful place and I suddenly felt fine. I mean, better than fine. It's almost like I went thru the mirror, visited a land of constant spinning, and then emerged with a new-found balance. Straight. True. One with gravity and balance.
The last couple weeks I've felt better than ever. So yeah, the world may be spinning madly out of control, but I'm steady, and true, waiting for the next shoe to drop!
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Sometimes we refer to Mondays as "Meltdown Monday." You know the chickens come home to roost, and you have to look them squarely in the beak, count them, and reckon with them. A day of taking stock. Facing up.
Those persistent, always-looming, existential questions hover over the day: Who Am I? Where Am I Going? What's it All About Anyway?
Usually, there are no answers, those questions just nag at you, they nip at your heels like a pesky pack of nasty little doggies.
We decided to bury ourselves in "other things" yesterday. It was a very pandemic kind of day. It was "cleanup time," which has actually become a jamboree of our favorite chores: sweeping, mopping, scrubbing. The smell of Meyers soap, floating in the air. Cleanliness, Godliness, everything made squeaky clean, orderly.
Then it was onto creative pursuits. One of us painted in the kitchen, one of us worked on music in the computer room. We both went down our own little rabbit holes, searching for that mythical rabbit. Both of us spent lots of time spinning and listening to a healthy portion of the Wilco discography on the music box. A word about Jeff Tweedy and Wilco. Amazing. Underrated. Pretty much every one of their records are exquisite. No false moves. No "phoning it in." No lazy efforts. Just the finest stuff.
Yesterday we concluded Wilco is our favorite band of the moment. I wonder who it will be tomorrow? Anyway, we made it thru meltdown Monday without melting down. It was good day.
Monday, October 12, 2020
Greta Thunberg is a Hero/Heroine in our little Progressive Blue Bubble. Courageous. Inspiring. Her cause is saving the Interconnected Web of Life, Our Life-Supporting Ecosystem from the Looming Climate Catastrophe that we are full-on heading towards.
You know, we are heading off a cliff as a species. Greta asks us to get smart, change our ways and PRONTO! Come on Humans! We can do it! Anyway, Greta has now endorsed Joe Biden for President. Seems pretty damn significant.
"I never engage in party politics. But the upcoming US elections is above and beyond all that. From a climate perspective it’s very far from enough and many of you of course supported other candidates. But, I mean…you know…damn! Just get organized and get everyone to vote #Biden" - G. Thunberg
Sunday, October 11, 2020
Yes. Listen to the wisdom of The Fly. Let's vote the Super-Spreader in the W.H. out. Can you imagine the great healing for us all, if on November 3rd, Biden/Harris win in a popular vote and electoral college landslide? It is possible. For sure.
I am not afraid to float this idea. I mean, so many of my friends are afraid to voice it. We are all still in shock from the debacle of 2016. But, really, I think it's important to envision it; dare to say it. I mean, of course, let's not take anything for granted. Everyone needs to vote. And encourage our friends to vote too.
Yes. Let Love Rule. Yes. Blue Wave 2020. Yes. Biden/Harris. Come on America. We deserve a new deal. Let's get rid of the Toxic Clown and move the fuck on...
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Here is a handy little timeline from Mother Jones: "The Supersreader in Chief: A Timeline." (The Ultimate Timeline of Trump's deadly coronavirus denial.) It is a "must-read." That is if you can read thru your tears.
Let us never forget. Of all the horror our Toxic Clown Prez has unleashed over the last 4 years, his response to Covid-19 has been the most mind-bogglingly incompetent and deadly. It didn't have to be this way. So reckless, irresponsible, stupid, senseless & inhumane. One might say Toxically Sociopathic and Corrosively Narcissistic to boot.
Oh Yeah, did I say tragically, horrifyingly idiotic too?!
Friday, October 09, 2020
Thursday, October 08, 2020
We skipped the VP debate last night. But then, we checked in on social media and found out that a fly had stolen the show. OMG. Hilarious. I mean, talk about a "metaphor." Seems that nature (via a virus & a fly), has made point to show that Trump & Pence are clueless, and "full of shit." A fly landed on the VP's head and sat there for awhile during the televised debate, and folks across the country went bat-shit crazy. I mean there is even now a Twitter page called: The Pence Fly.
Here is the fly sitting in "high cotton..."
Wednesday, October 07, 2020
The cartoon pretty much says it all. Perfect.
Let's call the bat-shit craziness what it is: bat-shit craziness! We watched this all unfold in real time and wondered, "What the fuck is happening?!"
Craziness. Stupidity. Carelessness. "Worst President Ever," doesn't quite capture it. It's beyond the beyond.
There is a Toxic, Super-Spreader in the W.H. and he has infected us all. Some directly with Covid-19, most of us with his Toxic Stupidity, His Prodigious Racism, His Corruption, His Callous Disregard for Humanity.
For the Love of God, let's all put an end to this craziness. Vote Biden/Harris. Let us leave the Infection, the Madness, the Bat-Shit Craziness far behind...
Tuesday, October 06, 2020
Dear Sweet Jesus, Can You Stop this Freaking Madness?!
Latest Headlines from the World News...
Monday, October 05, 2020
A Close Friend - "It's so disturbing, the people supposed to be 'in charge,' are acting crazier, more reckless and stupider than us."
Yes. Indeed. Super-disturbing, and kind of funny too. I mean, our Toxic Clown Prez really is toxic, he is sick, in the hospital, and turns out that he knowingly exposed other folks to a deadly virus.
I mean, shocking, but maybe not surprising.
You wonder will the MAGA crowd now tell us that the virus is cool? You know, no big deal. "Come on, jump in the pool, the water is warm!"
So, yes, this all seems like a bad dream, or the improbable, badly-scripted, "jump the shark" season 5 of "True Blood," but no, this is our REALITY!
We struggle for equilibrium, balance, a simple, clear-seeing. Try to keep our feet on the ground, take one step at a time. Steady. Eyes on the path forward. Yes, we still believe in common sense, honesty, clear-headedness, being smart and safe.
No, you don't want to get the virus. Yes, it is deadly and contagious. Anyone telling you different is seriously fucked. You don't want to be fucked. Not in this way...
The a.m soundtrack - Fleetwood Mac's "Tusk" (1979). Some call it "Lindsey's folly," but it is a fabulous record. Sounds fresh and amazing this morning. No hard edges. Great songs. Beautifully recorded & performed. Three great voices, a superb band of musicians. Simpler times? Yes, maybe. Although, the trajectory maybe was always heading to our present disasters. I mean you can imagine alternate scenarios, but it seems the Universe only runs the model one way. Could things be different today? Who knows?!
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