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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bibimbap พีบิมบับ (pheebimbap) At home in Thailand we do something similar. At home, we make rice and top it with whatever we didn't finish from the last meal. I finally decided to use June 2022's entries for my responses to other bloggers' entries. I tend to do this daily anyways and post in my weekly 'catch-all' blog (added to every day} "Porthole" ![]()
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We swam last night after 7 p.m. The water was warmer than the day before; the chlorine was less. I love floating on my back looking at the Moon and Venus. The canyon between the towers blocks out most of the sky, but city lights... *sigh*. I'm slowly overcoming my fears. Going into the pool every day would be best. To WakeUpAndLive (Petra) in "To swim or not to swim" ![]() I remember seeing the ocean for the first time when I was 21. I remember the blackness, the stars, the Southern Cross and the terrifying immensity of it all." I was raised by parents of the Greatest Generation. My mother's family struggled through the Depression and she would hoard anything that could be reused. We didn't waste tin pans or left-overs. I learned this lesson well. Here in Thailand I try to teach Pan how to recycle plastic bags for garbage and how all food must be consumed before it goes bad. Fortunately our place is very small and Pan likes to clean more than I do. He also looks after me. To 👼intuey in "Yea, Here I Go Again ...." ![]() I live in small places. I'm a depressed clutterer who can't get rid of anything. A small place puts limits on my insanity. Entering contests is one way to restart the writing-engine." Each place has a rhythm. I've tried to establish my own routines: exercise before 10 a.m., read/write blogs when it's too hot to walk, watch TV at 20:30. In the tropics there are morning chores and evening markets. The sun and heat of the day (10-4) is best avoided. A/C is everywhere that's enclosed (like the present cultural exhibition in UD Town under 2 adjoining canvas quonset huts). I look forward to rain every day. To Anni Pon re "Turning blue in June" ![]() I absolutely don't do resorts. If I did I don't know whether I'd join in with people or hide. The neuro-science gathering seems promising. NaNoWriMo can wait for a different month... maybe October? Choose one that will allow you to focus without too many interruptions... one with 35 days is best. Montana Smoke Season is brutal (especially if there are 'controlled' fires in Idaho). Smoke in Isan started in February and lasted through April in Thailand (due to a government mistake and lack of ASEAN regional cooperation). I love Rain Season. I do not like SADD (both summer and winter for me)." "I like the beginning of Spring and Autumn. Growing up, summer was too hot for me; winter too dreary. In the tropics (Thailand 16 degrees N; Costa Rica 9 degrees N) the end of Cold Season is Hot! Hot and dry and smoky and may be great at a beach but not for me. The rains are a godsend; but by the end... the grey skies and deluge is a tad too much. In both places that would be March-April and September-October... kinda... sorta... I'd rather be in Montana during those months; but, reality has fangs and bites. ![]() I can get a arctic-summer-high. However, that's not good for my balance either. I had to be careful visiting Norway in summer and winter." For June, 2023
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I would love to have tea with Elycia someday in Malaysia. I've done it with other WdC members: Mavis Moog and scarlett_o_h immediately come to mind. However, Zippity is not my name. I am slowed down or blocked at times by anxiety and depression. Sharon's "Easy" is mournful... I relate to mourning, to the blues, nordic-noir, the bittersweetness so often found in French art. A note just a bit off, like in bossanova or "I think it's going to rain today", the plaintive moan that sunshine cannot assuage. I must ask her what it would take to revive her contest: "Poetry Song Contest" ![]() "Easy": https://web.facebook.com/hashtag/songchallenge2306 "Autumn Lullaby" (written by me; music by Sharon Rachel) "Autumn Lullaby " ![]() To Beyond the Cloud9 (Sharon West) on (fb): "You are totally mould-less or is that moldless ... apparently neither word exists but you certainly do! What it isn't is zippity-do-da Doris Day (loved her by-the-way) but maybe it's a croon... a very dark moaning croon? I dunno. I don't understand genres in general (too restrictive imho) and molds don't suit me well. Choice of black/white works well." I'm naturally neurotic. Let me count the ways... some other day. It could be a multi-chapter book in and of itself. Organization is tricky for me. I keep track of my daily objectives in my blah-blah blog "Porthole" ![]() ![]() To Elycia Lee ☮ Reviewing (Elycia) "My Ideal Day " ![]() I'm more of a rabbit... running from task to task, but like a turtle... slow, slow... slower. I make lists in my "garbage can a.k.a. dumpster" blog to keep track and remind me. It works most days. I do tend to start with a brief workout, mostly because it's too hot after 10! I wear sweat pants and a long shirt (Thai flies are pesky and mosquitoes are mean). Speaking/listening/learning Thai is another daily check-off. Walking is crucial but swimming has been more sporadic as I won't go in alone (don't like water). Reading? I try to read 3 blogs/day. Writing? Depends... I have to make a visa-run and considered Malaysia. Flight or train to Hat Yai... cross to Padang Besar... easy peasy; but, I'm too stressed to do it at the last minute. Train is 33 hours from Udon! Perhaps in August. I do imagine using an asteroid as a space ship. The trick is structural integrity. If one could mine it properly without that potentially disastrous side effect there's great promise in inhabiting a rock that's self propelled. Oxygen? Not an issue in a closed system with oxygen generators (plants under interior solar lamps powered by external solar power?). Same with a cloud-ship over Venus. The surface may be too hot, although we have life around thermal vents on Earth, but the atmosphere at a certain distance may be just right, or already ripe, with life. As for the Goddess... I don't mess with Her. English demands humanoid pronouns so "The Holy It" doesn't fit and frankly, I don't think gender should be an issue. Only certain religious groups have this obsession over God's gender. To Harlow Flick, Right Fielder (David) "Invalid Entry" ![]() The Goddess needs to have a one-on-one chat with Charles and Cindy. I sometimes challenge comments, but try not to belittle the commenter. Hopefully the God of Sodom-and-Gomorrah isn't filling-in for Her that day." For June 2023
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I thought living alone was grand until covid hit. The loneliness did great damage. Now I share a place. In spite of the barriers of language, culture and personality, it's worth it. Pan does any heavy lifting. We both cook and shop and clean; but, I think he does more. He can't manage money and he doesn't believe in planning, but I do! In many small ways we help each other. Neither of us has any energy. Me due to age; Pan due to meds. To Sorji is querying! (Sara) in "I knew I wouldn't get anything done this weekend. lol" ![]() Games and books = a movie? For some reason I thought of the ancient movie "Tron". We keep rice and coffee in our place at all times... and eggs. So much one can do with rice. We walk to the nearby markets (street vendors, stalls, etc.). At my age I'm very very careful No lifting for me! I do a mini-workout every day when I'm home and walking is on my checklist. Use it or lose it! I don't know whether I've lost any more weight, but I don't seem to have gained any back... so that's good. " I was stopped by the plaintive mews of a cat yesterday. She looked like she had babies. She had a collar and was quite friendly. Hope she's there next time I pass by. A real sweetie with startling green eyes. AI is a real threat or opportunity. It's difficult for people to adjust to rapid change. To bob county (Muzzy): "Read a bunch of your short entries in your blog "That is perfectly normal... Maybe." ![]() ![]() My Aunt Verna lost her ability to smell when she was around the age I am now. She could only smell onions. I may be going down that road. Since smell and taste are related I wonder whether my ability to tolerate brussel-sprouts and onions has something to do with the loss of certain senses. As for chili spices? They make me cough, sneeze or choke. I think of my sister and her allergies. We are so alike in many ways other than this. To Joy (Joy) in "Scents and Smells" ![]() We use rose a lot here; The smell of durian will make you run! But in Montana I love sandalwood and lavender and cook with herbs de Provence. I'm moody ... so perhaps I'm more affected than most folks. I don't have the allergies that many complain about." For June 2023
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Yep. A sorting task. A prioritizing. A letting go. A going-forward. A... long listing list of issues. Capsize! I didn't quite make it to the toilet on time a couple days ago... but I cleaned it up to the point that Pan didn't notice and I feel no need to mention it to him now. We have bigger issues at present. But in the past... my job/home balance wasn't always great; and frankly, when everything went down the toilet it was sad but predictable. I was completely overwhelmed and I didn't see the landslide coming and how I wasn't going to survive it. I did survive it, but much was lost. I do have better boundaries than back then. Not perfect, but better. My home is who and what I carry with me. To A LeJenD' at 49 (Jen) re "So Much to Do" ![]() 1. You are aware that there's an issue. That's half the battle. 2. Your boss/friend/dog's-human-dad can help by insisting on work boundaries. 20 hours max? Over 2 days, 4 days, no more than 5 days (unless working 3 hours/every-day works for you like the routines of getting up and making breakfast...)? 3. There will always be too much to do. Let it go... let others... Your puppies (no matter the age) will thank you. ![]() To Jen on the Newsfeed: "My anxiety is rising. I'd rather just stay home for the next two months. But... my butt needs to leave Thailand (for a new visa) for a day or two or maybe even ten. I don't want to. ![]() Tang Ping (Chinese) or 'Lying flat' is a movement about doing nothing. Less work = less stress. After I lost my job and income I felt broken. When I managed to acquire income I felt no urge to work. I learned to live within my meagre means. It suited me well. I'm quite 'successful' now. I explore the world. I learn about people, culture, and language. I record my memories in thousands of photos. I've written thousands of pieces of poetry and prose. After numerous head injuries I try to not bang my head literally or metaphorically. To Margi (on pookfaze): "It's an issue in Thailand where 'working hard' doesn't matter. Who your daddy is = success regardless, because nothing else matters. There are other issues like colorism (whitening is a big issue here as it is in most of Asia, but in Thailand those with European or Chinese blood have naturally lighter skin and therefore... ). I grew up in this type of environment totally unaware that there was a ceiling. [Here] Thais are aware and most don't bother banging their heads." I swore-off meds ages ago. I try to regulate myself in other ways. Am I successful? I'm sure my old friends would have differing opinions if they were to get to know me again. I'm an alien in so many ways in spite of being related to my younger self. Meds help many and hopefully they will help Elle and her family in New Zealand, and me and Pan here in Thailand. To Elle in "Invalid Entry" ![]() Pan has severe medications and a diagnosis that would be greatly concerning if I wasn't already familiar with it in other friends. That said, he had a major breakthrough a couple days ago after a scary moment. He ADMITTED that he has severe issues, has to take his meds, that the side-affects are lada lada lada. His body needs to adjust. In his case he wants/needs to sleep... like 16 hours/day. So... he struggles and I struggle with his struggles. My own struggles? At my age I work around them; although, I'm not sleeping well and my anger-issues flare up at inopportune moments." For June 2023
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So, here's the deal. I have a goal of reading and commenting on three blogs every day (leaving a 'like' doesn't count). It takes up a lot of time because I try to give it some thought. Mind, you, when I'm triggered, that leaky dam bursts and heaven-help anyone downstream. I'm highly opinionated, not always 'right', but have a wide array of experiences. Today I'm being triggered by many things. Voices? No, the flashbacks. I've felt threatened and treated poorly at times and today I can't mask it. Sorry. ![]() I shared a room growing up, usually shared a room in university, and scrambled for a spot on the floor in a homeless shelter for two years. So, yeah, I get the importance of privacy and having some control over where I sleep. I also know all about clutter. I'm very prolific and have written most every day for over 20 years. Editing is another issue; but, I looked at something I wrote in 2009 today and gave it its own item! "Obituary for a bad boy" ![]() To Mousethyme (Mouse) re "Invalid Entry" ![]() grateful as you know the alternatives. I was thrilled when my disability went through and I could rent a place with a roommate, and then when I moved into my own place. Now I share... but that is my choice. So much is about options. The rest? Details. But I don't find the mundane blah-blah-blah boring. Writing? Yeah, scratch those notes down. Make a pile of them separate from the other piles (trust me on this)." Re "Invalid Entry" ![]() I have made writing goals and objectives before; but at the moment, I'm focused on Thai language and culture and "working out". And next week I travel. Yes, I scratch down notes. Yes, I write. But the "big" items will have to wait. I've lived in group settings. Even loving families can be challenging. But we are communal not solitary animals. I find the self-determination movements limiting. One can learn from them and I don't want to force people to live in rigid religious communities or chaos like many homeless people are. I also don't believe in segregation, criminalization, incarceration, involuntary conversion or ghettos. So, I think there's much to learn from alternative lifestyles. Live off the grid? There's much to be said for proper architecture and engineering. The Ancients knew this. Adobe, caves, igloos... they knew about wind, sun and water. They built civilizations. And hermits are fine, but they cannot survive without community. There are more homeless people in Missoula than there are living in this 'forward thinking' group in New Mexico. And they too know all about the harassment that non-conformers face. To 🌻 pwheeler ~ love joy peace (Phyllis) re "Earthships - America's Off-Grid Desert Community" ![]() The idea of recycling is great. But... there are plenty of homes in Michigan, Indiana and elsewhere that could be recycled and already have the infra-structure like roads and utilities. If these units [in NM] were connected, grouped, close to markets, etc. I'd be more inclined to support them. They will remain the play-things of the wealthy, the paranoid (afraid of people), xenophobes, or the lovers-of-tech geeks. As a unit they may be sustainable and the experiment is laudable; but, it's not an open inclusive community." Urban-planning is one of my major gripes. I would gladly live in Torino, Italy or Goteborg, Sweden. Both are very liveable, beautiful!, walkable and connected with the outside world. Very few places in the USA offer anything close to the experience they provide. So... why don't we hear about them? 1. Hubris and ignorance: Americans think they are better than others so they don't look around. 2. Priorities: bling-bling and money matters more than getting along. 3. Tourists don't live in a place. They 'party'. It's why Orlando and Vegas are destinations but not Pittsburgh or Omaha. Without the perspective and experience of a city that works, most folks rely upon hearsay or ignorance, unaware that their city could be improved upon, not just for them, but for everyone. I wrote a blog entry in response to Stik's post and will need to edit what I deposited on her doorstep and post it elsewhere. To Elisa, Stik of Clubs (Stik) re "Autist Behind the Wheel" ![]() Americans have this image of dirty dangerous subway systems perpetuated by the media and sensational stories they consume. Sorry, Americans... Taipei and Bangkok have reliable, quick, and clean MRTs. Mexico City subways may not be new or clean but they go most everywhere. None of these systems are expensive either. The poor can and do use them; but then, poverty isn't considered a disease everywhere in the world. The Asians I've met (in Taiwan, Thailand, Japan, with a sprinkling of visitors from elsewhere) may want money, may want to be rich, (may even look down on the poor), but they don't treat the poor as poorly as Americans do. Their cities are livable and transportation is available. Is this 100% true? Of course not! I don't live in the Land of Absolutes. ... cont'd... The rest of my rant is in my general blog "Week 15 of the year 180" ![]() For
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I am not lost. Except that I am. But I'm not interested in just conforming to others' beliefs to assuage their fears that there are possibilities outside the box everyone is expected to live in. It's fear that kept me from using drugs. Fear kept me in school. I conformed in many ways. But, I needed to crawl out of my own box... and found myself in a bigger one. Travel? Still a box. My comfort zone is larger than many of my friends but it's still a comfort zone with walls. To Jeff re "Christian Q&A + Faith" ![]() I would repeat the three Onenesses: God is One, God's Messengers come from the same Source, Mankind is One. It has guided my life and how I act. We do not have rituals; but, I could work on prayer and being more mindful in my interactions with others. In Montana there's a mix of religious beliefs but many are Christians. In Thailand Theravada Buddhism is official but there's freedom of affiliation. In both places I need to be aware of the importance of ritual to others. My life has not been blessed by the criteria often cited by Americans; but, I've been blessed in other ways. I don't consider any burden [I carry] to be placed by God. However, many of God's "followers" have been brutal in their narrow application of my-way-or-the-highway. I bear no cross; I seek no salvation. That's the burden borne by others." I am learning to swim in the condo's pool to overcome my fear of water, one that started as a child. I float on my back and gaze up at Venus talking to the Moon. I'm a landlubber who would be content (read 'prefer') to do this in the Flint Hills of Kansas. On a boat? Not so much. But I've had to be flexible in the past so I would if I had to. I couldn't write Viv's story because it's so far away from my own experience. dogpack saving 4premium (Viv) re "Dream Voyage: Revisited" ![]() A blow-by-blow account of the storm (dropping into it or severely clipping the intro - the epilogue may need a word or two added, the gravelly shore was warm, grass green, trees unbent, rocks solid beneath me something short, sweet and concrete) would provide the focus for a flash fiction. 500 words? Less? More? Questions... what kind of boat? It doesn't matter in a dream, but details make a better story. What colors, sizes, shapes can be added? What sounds, smells, touch, tastes (eating anything when the storm hit? did you keep it down?). Add a back-up boiler and make it steampunk! Whatever works. This can be worked with. Personally, I'm frightened of water. I bob, don't swim. A barrel would be comforting in some ways." Neil's mother just died. Mine died last year. Both lived a long life. My mother became nicer in her old age. A pleasant surprise. It would be nice if I did. I struggle with my own issues; but, when my mother died some left-over childhood issues seemed to dissipate like mist. Maybe they were a mirage all along. I also deal with anger. So does Pan. I need to let go and slowly I am... just not quick enough. Dr Gonzo (Neil) re "A Sad Day to Rejoice" ![]() "Floating on a Sea of Guilt Ridden Relief" ![]() When my mother died last year at age 99 I felt a certain-lightening. Fortunately, my sister was there and it was her time-to-go. The rage isn't good. It's understandable though. Had a good discussion about rage last night. The air-between-us seems clearer now. After the storm... the calm. Stuff. You will find new homes for some of it, choose to keep some of it, realize that with every touch you are touching something your mother once held. If you ever feel overwhelmed... let it out. Life is a series of wounds and healing. For June 2023:
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24 June. Pride Parade in Udon Thani later today. That said, it has been a difficult 30 hours... to be posted elsewhere if I'm moved to share. Some things break and cannot be mended or when bandaged never quite heal. Jeremy writes to this and I responded in kind. Mind you, Kevin was a friend not a lover; but, I'm in a complicated relationship at the moment and I no longer know what to expect. I'm old, so in some ways it won't matter as Time will move on, just as my present flame will, without me. To Jeremy Jeremy re "Repeat Until Death" ![]() I remember Kevin. I still call out his name. A part of me died when he cut me off after 24 years of friendship. It was bad timing and became a part of a downward spiral for 4 years. But time moved on even if I didn't. After 20 years would I like to hear from him? You betcha." Charity looks forward to the open road. I remember that thrill! ![]() Nowadays I'm in Thailand after traveling for many years. It's amazing what one takes with oneself. Not the trinkets, but the memories and emotions and other baggage. Amazing what one can live without. To Charity Marie - <3 "A New Beginning" ![]() In hostels people bring books to read and then purposely leave them and pick up a new one. (Little libraries may become your friend. If you stop on libraries along the way, a donated book of yours may be appropriate. ![]() I use my place in Montana as a livable live-in quasi storage unit. I have less here. That said, it's time to unclutter here and there. Next stage of your interesting life... enjoy it." Broken? Like I told Norma Jean, some things are worth mending; like I shared with Jeremy, some things are never forgotten. And like I've mentioned to Charity, knowing what to take and what to let go is a lifelong lesson. My memory is a mishmash of cluttered thoughts. Some aren't worth keeping. But... they lurk in the recesses of my mind. Like Sabetha, like Crete, my first car, working in the fields, hospital, community outreach. It's not that all memories are precious. Some just get stuck in forgotten corners. To QueenNormaJean now the melt "Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!" ![]() Jumpy? I mean... you could write about a nervous shelf that just couldn't hold on any longer! I knew about chicks in the mail, but that's a very old memory, possible from Kansas/Nebraska, 70s. We have local roosters. The night herons hoot; the mynas chatter, the finches twitter, the swallows silently swoop." For June 2023,
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"Oh, God, make me a hollow reed, from which the pith of self hath been blown so that I may become as a clear channel through which Thy Love may flow to others." Part of a well-known prayer among Baha'is, although not attributable to 'Abdu'l-Baha or George Townsend. (I checked the source, Prosperous Snow celebrating1) Basically... we get in the way... our 'pith' so to say. Some things work best when hollow. It seems to work well with what Sonali wrote. To THANKFUL SONALI Love my family re "06/22/2023-'hollow'" ![]() I'd tweak it to make sure the rhythm is perfect though because it demands a smooth flow (like a flute). The rhymes work (wallow/follow not many options with hollow.) Consider: I'm saying (you/I/we) need not dwell or wallow. Some things NEED to be hollow." Yeah, yeah, yeah... Elle reminded us all about the snail mail group "The Snail Mail Forum" ![]() That said, the group could use new members. Many have gone inactive for sundry reasons. To Elycia Lee ☮ Reviewing re "Pocket Letters Pending " ![]() I truly need to make some small booklets that fit into a regular size envelope (that varies by country; in the US a sheet of paper folded twice works; in Thailand?). If I'm smart I could hand-write, draw and print (adding color with pencils to personalize). I've printed out booklets in the past. I keep forgetting that you're part of the Snail Mail group. ![]() Where do you get ideas? I read blogs and most anything else that's short. That quirk is helping me learn Thai! Still some combinations are beyond beyond at this point. Misreading can also help stimulate the brain. Even brain-farts matter when I'm desperate for ideas. To Vanishing Vapor re "Safe from the fire below" ![]() I'd work with rhythm a bit to smooth the flow. Add a syllable, take one out. Maybe use 'can't' or 'don't' instead of 'doesn't' in line 5. And 'surely shows' instead of 'does show' in line 10 and 'volition' or 'permission' instead of 'the will' in line 11. It comes close to traditional forms (ballad comes to mind) so maybe this or one of your other poems would fit the Trad Poems contest once Brenda starts it up again." "We're all just farts in the wind." ![]() ![]() About 460 words. For
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June 22 Thursdays are orange days in Thailand. After each solstice the day lengthens or shortens slowly moving towards the equinox and the momentary balance. Pisces enters Aries; Virgo enters Libra. Now Betelgeuse sheds its cocoon, its scarlet aura frightening the firmament. Soon Orion will be no more. When will this blue marble stop spinning; when will it lose its water. May my Soul return to its Source. May my physical existence return to atoms. I was very shy as a child. The idea of being naked and looked-at frightened me (I had very poor eyesight). The idea of being bound? I was good at wrestling because I knew how to squirm. At university I actually bit a dorm-mate who tried to force me to do something I said no to. Their idea was to strip me naked and trap me in the breezeway between tower A and C. No way! If this were to happen today I could sue. But back then I was fearful of being expelled. I transferred to another university. To Elisa, Stik of Clubs (Stik), "All Tied Up" ![]() Gay/straight liaisons ... the "straight" man is often the submissive ... perhaps to try it out? Anyhoo... there are lots of straight men who might say yes but ask gay men as well. The camera doesn't know the difference. As for handcuffs... no and no." When my uncle had open heart surgery circa 1985 (he was 67) he looked like ___ according to my cousin. No worries. They had him up and moving the next day or two. Pain wasn't an issue; clotting was their concern... and pneumonia. I remember commenting that they didn't take out the 'grumpy' when they operated. ![]() To Lyn's a Witchy Woman (Lyn), "universe in June" ![]() ![]() My left hip has given me issues, but sporadically. I'm careful when I exercise but need to be more careful when I walk. I put 'walking' on my daily to-do list because I sit too much. We don't have hummingbirds here in Thailand. Finches galore though. We have birds that hoot. I believe they are night herons. Lots of myna birds and doves. Our grounds are kept immaculate but flowers = bugs and bugs = birds. We're a happy bunch. ![]() Ya know... writings aren't reviewed nor commented upon when they are placed on 'private' ![]() ![]() Looks like I now know what I need to read and edit. Amazing how the passage of months can help. The passage of years, however... I may need to take notes just to make sure my characters and any story-line (what's a plot?) stay consistent. Once edited, they'll need a beta reading. To Storm Machine (Storm), "Breathe." ![]() Blood of the Garlic comes to mind. It started as stories, and maybe that's what they intend to be. Same with Space Cadet, although that has more of a narrative. I haven't looked into printing out copies on paper, but I should. That may help me with the editing and sorting process. I've reread old works that I've forgotten, amazed that I wrote them. If only I could move on from traumas that easily. ![]() ~620 words. For
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Solstice Eve — Solstice Adam? Yeah... how many solstices have I been through? How many lives? In this life? 143. And am I more yin or yang? ![]() To Angie: "I'm old enough to have felt recycled a few times. I wrote about living in inner city neighborhoods "Juneteenth" ![]() Thailand will 'heal me or break me' or so they say. It's just wearing me out. Just another place that tourists claim to be Paradise. It isn't. The daily mundane blah of it all grinds me down. There has been some recent progress; but, it's not enough. Anyhoo... thanks for the badge. ![]() ![]() Ah... 1988... mostly gone. I had head injuries from a car accident (mine was totaled) at the same corner I was beaten with a chain in 1986. Both were also on Labor Day weekend. Ended up in the same hospital. I was in my 30s. I suspect the head injuries did more damage than I realized. To Sum1's Home! Jim: "So... you have adult kids by now... 35 plus... 4? 6? So if this were 1988 I have no memories of that year (car accident). Petra reminded me of her contest and I should enter 'just because'. So many ways I could approach this. You chose 'memories'. I have too many. Even my entry on "Juneteenth" was hard to write (because I wasn't focused and I was avoiding certain images that kept coming to mind). It rambles and I'm not happy with it. Your response was easy to read and to-the-point. I should emulate your style." I was frightened of dying in a car crash until I was sandwiched. Then... the fear went away. But I was never afraid of damnation. I don't believe in the black/white dichotomy of good versus evil common in America. I bite my tongue on bookface and here on WdC. I don't join exclusive clubs. To Harlow Flick, Right Fielder Harlow: "I don't believe in the literal Heaven/Hell dichotomy so popular among certain sects of Abrahamic religions and I'm opposed to using it as a cudgel of control and obedience. I grew up among German-Americans who were brutal in this respect. No respect for diversity. Big on judgement. Adverse to tolerance. The Baha'i Faith teacher that our Soul comes from God and returns to God (kinda like a library loan). The body returns to dust. Here in Thailand Theravada Buddhism has rituals but death isn't to be feared. It's the fear that is used to control imho. However... Anxiety-Depression is my hyphenated middle name. I use Liam here in Thailand. Eternity? Not in this body! Consciousness? That would be interesting. But we have books and songs for that. The handed-down (written or oral) thoughts of the Ancients still surround us like water." Mundane matters! I love weather, especially storms. They energize me. As does trying new foods or new combinations of old standbys. I'm not as easily bored as most people. A fallen leaf can inspire me. And quirky combinations of words? Why not! To TJ: "This literally happens! Especially in the SouthWest US where rains can be sudden and brutal and flood downriver where it's sunny and dry on high banks and mud on the flats." To Whirls : "Every time I cook it's an original dish. I don't follow recipes and even if I did the results would be unique. I prefer variety. Even though the ingredients may be found everywhere the combination is inspired by that moment. Want the same-o same-o? Go directly to McDonald's... do not stop at a bank along the way. So... no... your word salad is gathered and tossed. It's the combination that is a part of you, vomited on the page." ~640 words For June blog contest.
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Gleanings from what I posted on the Tenth. I do need a new body. Maybe the worms will feast on this old one... considering how ornery I can be... maybe not. I really enjoyed Steven's work, "Invalid Item" ![]() To stevengepp (Steven): "Chapter 4: Silence of the Lambs? Someone needed/wanted a new skin? I just want a new body or at least the parts back that I've lost (they can keep the appendix). By now I've gotten into the rhythm of your verbosity. The pacing... that last line... a very good hook. Do all of your chapters have hooks? If so it works a bit like a nineteenth century penny-dreadful. Strong technique." Ah... the "golden child" turned out to be FeS2, iron disulfide, pyrite, fool's gold. To tracker (Tracker): "My mother became a mother when she had me. I was #2 as she had a miscarriage. I named him Jeremy... because he had no name and no one to mourn him. I was the only son, the golden child, the misfit, the... Gleanings from the Eighth: I don't do well feeling rushed. Deadlines created stress for me as a child and because I handed things in late I became accustomed to having A's become B's. As an adult I don't suffer nitpickers well as perfectionists destroy creativity and I'm too artistic (and maybe a tad autistic), and definitely too old to put up with that ____. I'd much rather sit with this moment that Judith describes. We're from the same region so it takes very little imagination to go there. I just think of drives, of friends and cousins... and I'm there. I really miss that place and time. To Apondia (Judith): "Thank you. Lovely pastoral vignette. By-the-way... I find these interludes important and sometimes lacking in fiction where they can provide setting and ambiance. This would be a nice first chapter to a horror story (contrast can work wonders). In-real-life, too many people rush when it isn't necessary. Winter's a good case study. Roads not plowed = going nowhere. What gets done gets done. When everything's done one bakes or reads. Spring however, has always been my favorite season for doing something after being cooped up all winter. Springs came late along the Great Lakes and then hurried in a gush of leaf-green and pollen. I loved the smell of freshly mown grass. Usually in May. Today they whacked and mowed the lawns at the condo here at Lumpini in Udon Thani. Big piles of green, the myna birds searching the short grass. To live in the North, a place of 4 seasons, one must find the beauty at each time of year. I've settled into the boring routines of the two-season tropics. It's the 1st part of the rainy season when I welcome the downpours that sweep away the trash and cleanse the air. I'm sitting in a covered area watching butterflies and birds. There's musack playing and workers sweeping, but at 10:46 I have the seating area to myself. Basically... I see someone now and the birds... no frogs or toads at the moment. Where are they when needed to get rid of the pesky flies?" I have to keep grounded by use of my senses. I'm definitely peculiar at times though. I'm best described as eclectic, anti-violence and world-embracing. I was "semi-woke" long before GenZ's parents were born. But I'm more "woke" now. To Beholden: "Algorithms will dumb us down. I do search for odd things sometimes. Popular vs Peculiar = I was more peculiar. That helps me at times. As does the 'interested in everything'. Even with the news... I check out the 'enemy' occasionally. Recently, I found out about the dam by Kherson on a weather/climate channel. Nothing on MSN, so I went to Al Jezeera. Now? It's a concern but only in the sense of devastation and possible war escalation. Americans love to watch violence of various ilks. On youtube I watch The Voice, Thai BL series, Thai language instructions, random music but specifically Dimash." For June 2023:
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