4/28/18

STRANGEST DREAM I'VE HAD RECENTLY

I was swimming under the sea with a variety of whales.  Around me it looked like one of those posters that depicts a variety of whales as if they all swim closely together - a fantasy.  I heard a voice over that said "go ahead and breath in the water.  It will be OK.  You can breath water."  But of course I woke up instead.

4/25/18

RECENT ACTIVITY THAT HAD ME MOST EXCITED

Whale Watching.
2 sets of orcas (no doubt looking to eat sea lions)
A huge whale tale.
Many spouts (I'm learning to identify whales by different sizes and shapes of spouts!)
And one huge side of a Grey Whale out feeding on a choppy sea full of white caps.
(Son of Moby Dick!)

4/21/18

PERSON I IDOLIZE

I was a teenager when I last idolized someone.  So no one.

4/18/18

PERSON I THINK I WAS IN A PAST LIFE

In a group hypnotic regression that lasted less than 15 minutes, I decided to focus on my back pain which was in part because I was sitting in a very uncomfortable chair.  I saw myself as a man wearing a white loin cloth in a simple dirt floor hut.  I had long muscles on my arms and legs, and very little hair.  I was sitting straight up with my legs before me.  I knew I had a wife who was doing laundry down by the river.  I worked on a river barge using a long pole to move it slowly from place to place.  As the hypnotherapist asked what year it was, what my name was, and where I was, I got that information.  I quickly forgot the answers to one and two but three was Assyria.


This was and is a good enough reason for back pain as any.

4/17/18

JULIAN ASSANGE HAS STILL NOT CRACKED UP

I don't know about you, but I've been following the Julian Assange Ordeal/Case/Travesty for five years and while I have mixed thoughts and feelings about the man, Wikileaks, rape accusations, and even Vegetarian Pam's visits over there to Julian in London,  I'm still not bored.
Anyone who has ever studied Journalism or who is watching the demise of paper books and paper news can't help but be fascinated by someone who calls Journalism "Transparency" ; is nothing private? 
The thing that now fascinates me the MOST is that the man still has not cracked up, though I think there are lots of people who wish he would.  He seems to have been made into an example to the world; see what will happen to you if you go against us and have strong opinions or openly publish our personal business!  (One of the things you learn in Journalism at college is that private persons are not news unless they are involved in something exceptional. Public personalities have far less privacy.) Of course, he is actually NOT BEING HELD AGAINST HIS WILL.  It is his will to evade arrest, if not for rape then some other crime, BY NOT WALKING THE HELL OUT OF THERE! 
If you've read hundreds of articles about Julian in the embassy as I have, then you know that he is not well physically. He has less movement freedom than someone in a typical jail where they get to go out into the yard for exercise and sunlight for an hour a day.
As for his vitamin e deficiencies from lack of sunlight, there are those who say to go get a sunlamp (we think they mean full spectrum,) or some daily multiple vitimins. Can't a dentist visit him and pull that tooth?


Recently Assange was cut off from using the Internet by his Ecuadorian hosts because they fear that his OPINIONS will cause economic difficulties for their country's business and relationships with other countries. (Can't they do a disclaimer such as THE OPINIONS EXPRESSED BY JULIAN ASSANGE ARE NOT NECESSARILY THOSE OF HIS HOSTS?) WORSE, he is really going to feel his isolation because he is also NO LONGER ALLOWED TO HAVE LIVE VISITS FROM ANYONE.  (Can you even imagine what Vegetarian Pam will be wearing when she talks to some FBI agent in a raincoat?)


While the room in the embassy that he dwells in (with, perhaps, some privileges to walk the hall, use the bathroom, do some interviews in another room) is really is small, he was able to go through the window of the Internet into other worlds.  Basically he is going to crack up and then maybe he will, when not in his right mind, walk on out, to handcuffs and photographers.


I am feeling his isolation because I'm a person who can't really stand to be indoors in a room in a house or a small apartment for more than a week.  OK, I have once for sure, possibly twice, CHOSEN not to leave for a week or so because I was in a very deep zone of concentration and writing.  I remained in flow for hours at a time, went to sleep, woke up in flow.  It is possible.  It is productive.  But you could end up with carpal tunnel from a marathon typing session and you should have gone to the grocer and stocked up before you try it.  Getting out into the sunlight and air is important to me.
There is one thing worse than being trapped in a place and that is being trapped in a body.  I am no Steven Hawkings; let me die.  I will not acclimate.  I will be miserable.  I will go insane if I have to be a conscious in a body I cannot control.  Don't tell me about people who typed novels using a stylus attached to their nose.


If Assange has not yet cracked up officially, and maybe he is typing away in there without being able to post, if he continues to be isolated from all human contact but for the embassy staff, they are going to have worse problems than him not bathing or his going berserkers and trashing the room.  (Both which have been reported though where's the proof? Tall book shelves have been known to detach from walls and when you no longer know for sure WHAT TIME IT IS, you may get off schedule when it comes to showers.)


I feel sorry enough for him as a human that I want to imagine that Vegetarian Pam and he have had their way with each other.  I know he is pale and pasty, but this is a man who likes to dance to Rave Music and is no innocent when it comes to seduction.  Why not?


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4/16/18

DARRELL LEA MANGO and WHITE CHOCOLATE STICKS

They didn't PAY ME to say this, but I'm hooked on these candies which have a pleasing SNAP of Belgian White Chocolate in a soft Aussie Mango Liquorice that is non gmo with no high fructose corn syrup (the enemy!)  I like the soft feel of the liquorice on my teeth followed by the SNAP...  Let's face the fact that this is lux junk food.

4/14/18

THE MOST INSULTING THING SOMEONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME

1) "Have you ever been in love?"  (Daaa... Am I a human being?)
2) "I thought of you when I read Sylvia Plath's poem Daddy."  (My relationship with my dad was not at all what Sylvia's was with hers.  In fact, while I respect her poetry, Sylvia is not a person I would ever befriend.  And what was worse was that at the time my dad was seriously ill, and I felt this person was mocking my genuine care and love for him.)
3) "Do you think I'm stupid and have all this!"  (Said to me by a homeowner who wouldn't be if it were not for a hefty downpayment and continual floods of money from her parents.)

4/11/18

JOAN DIDION QUOTE

"I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see, and what it means.  What I want and what I fear." - Joan Didion


original source: her book "Why I Write," 1976
secondary source: book Legendary Authors and the Clothes They Wore by Terry Newman

4/7/18

A MEMORY THAT MADE ME LAUGH.

The other day while on a computer keyboard I suddenly saw my old writing partner and friend Wes Bryan's face in my mind's eye with a big smile on his face, and heard him say, in his slight Southern accent, "That girl is one cool drink of water."  I never did know what this meant, but I had to laugh and I was very happy to "see" him.

4/4/18

A QUESTIONNAIRE YOU CAN COOPERATE WITH

Questionnaire?  hmmm.
Inspired by another blogger, may I suggest that any of our answers might inspire you to do some freewriting and take you where you might not otherwise go?

1) A memory that makes me laugh.
2) The most insulting things someone has said to me.
3) Person I think I was in a past life.
4) Person I idolize.
5) Recent activity that had me the most excited.
6) Strangest recent dream.
7) First hardback book I ever purchased that I still have.
8) Profession I can't have that I'd love.
9) Strangest question a child has ever asked me.
10) Flowers I love in a bouquet, Flowers I hate in a bouquet.
11) Just out for a light meal I'll choose...
12) I like my coffee...
13) I like to shop...
14) Worst parties I ever threw or went to...
15) Best childhood memory while out in nature...
16) Places I've never been to that I'd like to go see...
17) At the risk of sounding stupid...
18) Things people have recently challenged me with...
19) Three reasons I've dumped "friends."
20) Gifts I've received in my life time that I quickly threw away.





4/1/18

SPENDING THE MONEY I FOUND ON THE GROUND - PENNIES FROM HEAVEN

About a decade ago, I started finding pennies as I walked along and picking them up.
Once I got a dog and started watching the ground for pieces of glass that could tear her feet and old chicken bones that she'd like to eat, I started finding more coins.  Sometimes it's uncanny.  Walking diagonal across an empty parking lot, for instance, I was almost startled to stop and see a penny.

Some people will only pick up coins and bills that are "head's up."
I think those are worth a few kicks to turn them around.
I pick up heads and tails.

But I do think finding pennies and other coins are signs.
If there is something I'm thinking of doing and I find a penny, to me it's the OK.

One time in my life I found a hundred dollar bill and absolutely no one around to ask if it might be theirs.  I was on a side road off a canyon on the way to Malibu.  I took that as a real pat on the back.


Then a couple years ago, I opened up my can of found coins and discovered that I had picked up over $40 worth over time.  I donated it to a good cause.

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