About How I Really Want To Make This Dystopian Reality Just Another Cheesy Sci-Fi Fantasy Again

So I broke down and subscribed to Netflix again, after I guess a couple of years. I just got bored with all the glitzy ditzy Hollywood plotlines. Not to say that was all they offer, and I remember I did enjoy it, at first. But it wained, as the content that interests me is often thin on the ground on mainstream ‘TV’. Though, certainly mom, … Continue reading About How I Really Want To Make This Dystopian Reality Just Another Cheesy Sci-Fi Fantasy Again

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A Wabi Sabi Sort Of Democracy

My gardening style has benefited from limitations, like Black Walnut trees overhead that both bring shade, as well as toxins, and therefore not everything likes to grow near one. As such, my plant choices outside in my little in between garden are limited, or one could see it that way. I of course don’t, as for me those conditions are exactly right for what I … Continue reading A Wabi Sabi Sort Of Democracy

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Overthinking The Thinkers

Of late I have come to realize that I am not really all that good with labels. I find them, while useful in some incidences, on the whole kind of confusing, and tend to be more about what you are not than what you are. For me, that seems too limiting, and it presupposes some idea or concept that you either fit or do not. … Continue reading Overthinking The Thinkers

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A Blessed Bench Of Boredom

The last couple of months I have wandered about, picking at the fringes, ran my eyes across a multitude of words, nourished my brain with histories of civilizations and empires, in search of ‘it’. I suppose it is hard to find ‘it’ when you have no idea what ‘it’ is. I hesitate to define this sense as depression, if only because I believe that word … Continue reading A Blessed Bench Of Boredom

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The Paradox Of American Identity

Change I find, when it comes, comes stealthily, quietly. It first appears in your dreams, and then it is you, and you it. With change, comes new people, new ways of looking at things, new ways of being. Yet, for me anyways, it always comes at a cost. And so I believed that the constant was me. So when I was reading a couple of … Continue reading The Paradox Of American Identity

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My Babylonian Sister

Rea came for a visit recently and of course, per usual, the topic eventually came round to the mystical. You know us Mom, two fey‘s from the same fey pod. She is one of the few persons in this universe that completely gets the world, as I get the world. The two of us are so attracted to symbolism, iconography, and all that hoogy-moogy magical … Continue reading My Babylonian Sister

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5 Ways To Chill Out, And Other Unsolicited Advice

I’m not political, least not like I was; pedalling opinions around freely, under the misconception that it mattered. Now, I’m not saying my opinions don’t matter, or that I should always keep them to myself. Rather more that circumstances just warrant more sober thought, more listening, less expression of beliefs, ideologies, values, prejudice or what not. Some times you just gotta chill out, and sniff … Continue reading 5 Ways To Chill Out, And Other Unsolicited Advice

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When He Was Five

I was earlier sifting through the overnight Facebook feed, and low and behold I came upon this excerpt -‘My Dinner With Andre” – reminded me of why that movie remains on my Top Five Favourites. Even though I’ve only ever seen it once, it imprinted something on my psyche and I’ve always meant to go back to it again, revisit this fabulous cinemagraphic conversation over … Continue reading When He Was Five

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Within the Cave

Sitting on my stoop yesterday morn, with my cylinder of sin, I realized that finding a cave to hole up in at this time of year is a rational enterprise that stretches back into the human consciousness for thousands and thousands of years. Keeping in ones cave is not a bad thing as we creep towards the depths of December. I’m lucky enough to have … Continue reading Within the Cave

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Family, History

Living Amongst Gravestones and Ancestors

Last evening, once I had written my post, and settled down from yesterday’s ordeals…my sister calls… gotta listen to this song she says. [featured photo is me and Mom – c1970 – I was 3] Earlier she had done my, hit random and ask your question to the music “thang”…and this is what it gave her ~~ Coldplay’s latest album ‘Mylo Xyloto’ released in 2011 … Continue reading Living Amongst Gravestones and Ancestors

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The Value of a Peaceful Mind

When I was very young money was a foreign concept – which I suppose is common. For instance, I thought it was horrific that someone could die of cancer, just because there wasn’t enough money to save them. Or, that so many children died every day because they didn’t have enough food and would eventually die of starvation. It seemed somehow irrational that there was … Continue reading The Value of a Peaceful Mind

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The Fibonacci Way

Over the last month I have been researching the Golden Spiral and the mathematical formula based on that spiral, named after it’s founder; Leonardo Pisano Bigollo (c. 1170 – c. 1250)[1] also known as Leonardo of Pisa, Leonardo Pisano, Leonardo Bonacci, Leonardo Fibonacci, or, most commonly, simply Fibonacci, was an Italian mathematician, considered by some “the most talented western mathematician of the Middle Ages.”[2] Fibanacci … Continue reading The Fibonacci Way

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Every Merry Maudlin Monday

AhA…bet ya didn’t see that coming? Was going to go with “Moody Monday”…but who wants to read that? MooMoo Monday? Nah. Melancholy Monday? Of course Manic Monday, but that’s a whole other story. So than the word MAUDLIN just randomly swam to the surface of my conscious mind, and so I had to get a definition, just to be sure I wasn’t just puffing smoke: … Continue reading Every Merry Maudlin Monday

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