Category: Writing

posted the first week for 2021

It’s really weird to be doing it, but I’m trying to just forget about my blog unless I have something to say, and I’m tired of how whiny it’s gotten, and I feel guilty when I forget to post and my mother goes back to check three times…. this way I know there will be fresh content every day, plus this big project thingee. SO LOOKING FORWARD TO RECORDING AGAIN. I’ll be doing stuff at home too.

Made flower rolls yesterday; tea’s fresh brewed and the last three kebabs are in the oven since I decided I want meat for breakfast.  Started a load of laundry. Only slept six hours, may nap later. No letters, I’m taking a solstice break.

Paul delivered the Oodies to Planet Bachelor, thank you Paul.

Happy Solstice for those who celebrate, Blessed Yule!

The great Conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter will continue invisible; MST country is about to get smacked with a weather system that will keep things ugly for a day or two but in the meantime it’s overcast…. we may get snow but I’m betting not. Just in case I should wander out to the garage and get the salt.

Not one but two people put Martin Shkreli, Backpfeifengesicht EXTRAORDINAIRE in my twitter feed this morning. Of course I commented….

New West yesterday

Went into New West on the bus to pick up ice cream and summat for dinner and to return Mexican Gothic, which was so damned good I understood why I waited three months for it at the library, but also why I had to return it as fast as possible for the next person. On the way home I saw Peggy because she AND TOM drove over and dropped off cookies and Jeff and I ate them all in one go (almond sugar cookies). Sooooo the Christmas I AM EATING THINGS I SHOULDN’T TABLEAU continues.

So Tom is home. He sounds quite vigorous, but he doesn’t get to drive for another month and a half or so.

The big fuzzy hoodies I ordered arrived. I hope people like them and if they don’t they can give them back to me.

Finished the Right Stuff TV show. It’s a little too kitchen sinky to get the full upvote, but I enjoyed it. A second season has been optioned but not ordered.

I hope everyone has a lovely day. I don’t have much planned beyond a walk to the mailbox and add to the 3300 words I wrote on The Best Roommate in the World.

rain rain

So the rain of course prevented any chance to see the Geminids; another year no streaks in the sky. Sigh.

Had an EEG yesterday. Taxi there and back (easier now I know with all the fucking construction down on Columbia for blocks around RCH where the taxi stand is.) The part where your hair is coated in slimy goo and it’s time for you to go home was suboptimal, and I didn’t like closing my eyes while a strobe light flashed (I was having trouble talking for about two hours after that – felt like a migraine coming on but I was fine after.) Results over Christmas will take two weeks at minimum, so I’ve diarized to call the doc at year end and find out whether the results are back, then to make an appointment.

I feel very stupid for how much I babbled at the tech. Am I that hard up for company? (nods head yes sadly) I realized what I was doing and asked her questions about her kid and her Christmas after a while and she’s got a toddler who’s bitey so I commiserated with her. Keith had a bitey phase, and passed through it with speed, but Katie was straight up mean about it just as she was coming up on a year and man, when you’re nursing it just sucks so bad. I didn’t mention that though.

I should have had a shower as soon as I got home but I delayed it until I realized that I was going to be showering while Jeff was attempting to sleep. Didn’t sing in the shower for a change, but it’s still noisy. Sorry about that brO.

Finally cleaned the veggie ichor out of the fridge so the kitchen is a much happier place to be. Today I make a vegan veggie pizza for Jeff, he wants to see if it’s different without the milk powder.

The fridge is full of tasty Indian food (the channa masala and palak paneer are so yummy) and there’s a pile of veggie samosas NOM and so the rest of the day was quite nice.

Grocery shop yesterday.

Wrote two songs yesterday. I’m about to go downstairs and see if they actually stuck in my brain.

Booked to record at a studio in New West on January 4. This year upcoming is going to be a challenge, and I hope to meet it.

Re-reading Sweetie’s House of Tentacles – my UPSUN in universe porn novel. I’d forgotten how sweet and funny it is, also how much poor Slider gets misgendered. Worked on The Best Roommate in the World – it’s now 2200 words long, if you can believe it. Poor Jesse, trying to move when he’s still recovering from the last stupid thing a sixer did to get him nearly killed.

2021 – the year of living ancestorily

So for 2021, this blog is going to change up a bit. There will be at least one drafted post that goes live every day. (I’ve started pre-posting awready.)  The hope is that I will put together useful or historical facts or just … information that’s easy to find arranged by subject PLUS post a song every day.

Now this involves many different KINDS of posts; some will be PDF’s, some MP3s, some videos, but there will be a song a day. I thought about posting it to youtube, but…. it’s a toxic waste dump that I have virtually no control over. And yes, some of the song posts will be from previous posts, but there will be a particular category: Song a Day 2021

And then, if I have the energy, I’ll write about laundry and cooking and grandson goo and boring domestic shit and progress on my writing projects — that none care about but me.

The point is that I am going to highlight my lifetime of achievement because I’m tired of always thinking to myself that I haven’t accomplished anything in my life. Taken all together, why yes I have. I was autistic and had ADD and mental health issues the whole time, too.

I’m considering password protecting my content or at least some of it, and I’m considering moving the blog to a VPS, after non-definitive discussion with Jeff.

I’m also thinking about money and immortality, a lot, but it’s nothing bad. I just want to eat steak for a thousand years while I drink beer and write nasty shit about misogynist slurs like Jordan Peterson.

By the way mOm the cat poets are Lu You and Liu Zhongyin

Not going outside

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it can’t be Christmas without dietary excess

maybe we’ll just have sausage stuffing and gravy and skip all the bird for Christmas dinner… I threatened it and Jeff just said you cook it, I’ll eat it

anyway walked to the pharmacy for my next three months of bp meds and hit the seven eleven on the way back and went a teensy bit nuts

I mailed five envelopes with art and letters in them. I think of the people who will get them and how they will feel about them when they arrive, or what sorts of things they will do. Will they make a cup of tea first or will they rip it open and read it?

check it out:

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Sign on a board QUOTE OF THE DAY Remember when we cried as kids and our parents said ‘I’ll give you something to cry about?’ = We thought they were going to smack us, but instead they destroyed the housing market, quadrupled college tuition fees, melted the ice caps and voted Brexit.’ – Anon

Why do I feel like I got nothing done yesterday

I actually did, but when I go back to talk about it, it’s just an ordinary day.

I made art! I practiced my instruments! I worked on a long poem! I wrote 200 words on The Best Roommate in the World! I mailed letters and put some art in envelopes to friends!

I also paid zero attention to my diet and didn’t take a nap. I found out that the hair that’s disappeared out of my pony tail is all from one side, so I’m going to put up two pony tails to try to stop the abrasion on one side. I thought I was losing hair, but this is something else.

sorry bout my tardiness

Ugly outside but not really raining. Haven’t left the house. Two loads of laundry on, the dishes done. Worked on an article for the blog called “How to write a song” and it’s partly good advice and partly ranting, house brand really; spoke to the dietician, practiced and sang a bit, ate the last samosa for brekky and now all I want to do is get another one or six or ten or fifteen hundred. Worked a bit on non Indigenous bits of UPSUN.

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Two Daves

Two letters written but not posted today; it’s a Two Dave day.

Jeff’s just asked me to go downstairs and watch a Time Team. Hope it’s something Saxon or Roman. L8r Nope, medieval and Tudor. But really interesting if you’re crazy about remodelling castles for successive waves of improvements in warfare, boom goes the gunpowder.

Alex was here recently and I’m just remembering him being happy about getting a tube shot on the Xenon game and it made me happy in consequence.

Buster was past damp into dripping wet, and filthy when he came back in this morning…. must be horrible to have to clean that crap off with your teeth and mouth blech.

Indian food delivered last night. I was very happy with the quality and quantity for the price. It’s a new place (8 months?)  that does pizza and Desi food Pasifika style, which is like, so Vancouver, it hurts.

Chuck Yeager, RIP. His autobiography is most entertaining.

Letter from Onty Mary, and I’m so glad she enjoyed the paper art I put in with a recent letter, that was cheering.

Today has been set aside for One Grim Task. I do not want this task. I do not want the cascade of tasks that will flow from this One Grim Task. I AM DISGUST, SON.

It’s 10:20 in the morning and I am still not nerved up for this gd task. I am actually hitting the old moral GPS for a recalc from my new position and fuck me if it’s not taking a bit longer than any reasonable person might expect. What is it that a reasonable person following Stoic principles might expect? I said I’d write first PHEW AN OUT, I HAVE AN OUT.

With that I must now turn my attention to the real writing I need to do today, otherwise known as Quarantine Porn. And that works whether I’m talking about the UPSUN universe or my rapidly-winding-down interest in writing porny Supernatural fanfic. (Not all of it’s porn, some of it’s just fluff.)

And if I’m not going to write that, I have to go back out into the kitchen and either work some more on The Dark Book – current section is “the Calendar” and it’s fucking MOLOCH this and MOLOCH that, as he drives his diesel dick through history and messes us all up, it’s just standard issue eschatology schlock, that’s part of the point of the poem though, disjointing the specifically English language over and past and through its various levels of inanity, legalism and perverse vagueness through to a new horrific understanding about what ‘end times’ actually means for the people living through it, and you are among those people, and what the hell is this poem anyway (this last aside for my parents, who have long since given up on trying to understand what it is I’m babbling about and reached this question much earlier) — or work on my master grocery list, and I finally figured how I can get what my grocery list looks like in my head to my actual grocery list that I use every week and reinforces how I visualize and operate in the world, but I haven’t done it yet. So I have work to do to advance this project, which will assist me cognitively as my brain declines and I’m still shopping, and which may have applications for other seniors and TBI sufferers. (I certainly wasn’t able to find anything like it on line.) So yeah, projects, in order, depending on what I’m up for mood and skill wize.

Yup, I’m going to wander off and reconfigure my reality right now, be back in a day for an update or sooner if something interesting happens.

One last thing, the ‘writing light’ in the kitchen died and I asked for help from Jeff  (my shoulder’s frozen…. that was weird, realizing it) and he touched the apparently dead compact fluorescent and it illuminated and it made me think of pOp. Also Jeff is quietly amazing, the best kind.

social justice hobbyist

characterizing social justice thinking, writing and action as a hobby as opposed to a moral choice
 
even as a joke in defiance (this is in reaction to this) it frames disembodied zeitgeist capitalism as the container and arbiter of human activity
 
One of the great flaws of English is how easy that comes.
and yes, my hobbies include updating my lingo and nuance on ableist, racist, classist, anti-Indigenous, homophobic, transphobic, acephobic, misogynist, biphobic, penis and vulva-oriented, misandrist, ethnic, gendered, religious and other slurs, scolding other ww and rude rhymes.
4 panel comic. Two women at a bus stop. First wears stripy socks, calf length skirt & hoodie & has long hair in a pony tail. Second wears striped trousers, a vest sweater over a white t-shirt & has short cropped hair and a tattoo sleeve. First: "Excuse me, I overheard what you said on the phone...and I totally agree, a transsexual just isn't a woman!" Second: "Oh! Well, thank you. It sometimes feels like the whole idea of 'woman' is being attacked". First: exactly! I'm sorry but there's much more to being a woman than wearing a dress or having some surgery" Second: "Yes, yes, yes! There's something essential that men just can't buy from surgeons!" First: "You wanna know what I really hate? The word TRANSPHOBIA" Second: "Me too? The word is a scare tactic they use to silence anyone who disagrees with the transsexual agenda" First: "This is so nice...I love meeting other radical feminists!" Second: "Radical Feminist? Are you kidding? I'm a conservative Christian!"
holy shit, this cartoon by patreon.com/barry was apparently first published 2008 but I’ve watched with my own eyes how this has come true en masse in social media especially in the UK. Absolutely stunning

almost perfect day

Apart from me yelling at Paul for not keeping social distancing around non mask wearers in Deer Lake Park, it was a very pleasant day yesterday. We saw a hummingbird (which I misidentified as a bush tit until Jeff said nope) and an eagle in the park and heard (I didn’t hear it) a beaver slap its tail. The sunshine was glorious and there was no wind…. pleasant and overdue.

I mailed two letters, et a takeout IHOP breakfast courtesy of Jeff, called my mother TWICE because the first time I had to tell her about the MST Futurism webinar (I stayed for 1.75 hours on Thursday evening, and I’d like to state publicly that I didn’t take notes, per their request, but I went into auditory overwhelm and left… then forgot to take my bp medication until around nine pm when I thought HEY WAITAMINIT) and the second time I received a call from Keith which prompted an update call. And if you can’t happy cry all over your mother who CAN you cry all over. I know how lucky I am to be 62 with a lovely stoic for a mOm. (Part of the conversation was me telling her that she is one of the great stoic philosophers of the 21st century, and her making the guppa guppa noise in response, so then I had to give her the rundown on why she is a stoic.)

I don’t know how many of you can drag Epictetus and ADD into the same sentence but (smiles, buffs nails.)

A long time problem with UPSUN (which I now have to insert for corrections) has been fixed. Perhaps others have been created, I’m just glad that something that’s literally been wrong and bugging me since day one has been fixed, because the first people of Vancouver have a name for themselves now for the benefit of themselves and English speakers.

THIS IS MST COUNTRY – MUSQUEAM, SQUAMISH, TSLEIL-WAUTUTH. These are the territories of  the territories of
the xwməθkwəy̓əm (Musqueam), Skwxwú7mesh (Squamish), Stó:lō and Səl̓ílwətaʔ/Selilwitulh (Tsleil- Waututh) Nations.