13 May 2021
18 November 2020
28 August 2020
It's quite obvious that the sci-fi and disaster films are truly fiction. As good a mythology as that presented in a religious text.
Humanity uniting in a time of crisis? Oh, how vvveeerrryyy droll...
Terrorist attack? Inside job! Clash of civilizations!
Pandemic? No worse than the flu! Biggest virus in over a century!
Civil unrest? Anarchy! Reckoning!
Climate change? A hoax! An extinction event!
And somewhere in the middle is truth, but we, as a species, are too solipsistic to notice or care...
Fuck all y'all. It's days like this and times like these I remind myself I all but gave up on the species when I was eight.
07 July 2020
04 July 2020
Only in the US is a failed rebellion romanticized. That status were erected to venerate traitors to the union and a battle flag of treason is flown in certain places and at certain events. Only in the US is treason a virtue, and those who would champion this concept as virtue hypocritically call themselves patriots.
Isn't that something?
02 April 2020
25 March 2020
22 February 2020
So it goes...
16 June 2019
He cut the thinnest sliver of roast. A single wedge of potato. The very smallest floret of broccoli. Then he paused to look upon his beloved.
"Would you care for salad, dear?"
By this time my mother was not much caring about the presence of her three young children as her middle fingers flew fast and liberally...
Years later, but a few years back from today, I recounted this tale to a couple of pals. At the end, one looked up at me and said;
"So you're telling me it's genetic."
To this day I have no idea what she meant...
15 January 2019
October is when it supposed to slow down up here, but that is not really true. This is when the hunters come; camo drag and money spent out of guilt for family left back home. There are still tourists too; Europeans and cats who know some things might be closed or are getting ready to close for the coming winter, but it is not as crowded. Some of us travel during October.
Well, how about November? Around here, not so much. We host the Sheep Festival, honoring one of the biggest herds of bighorn in the state. The non-profit, which runs my professional obligations, hosts a volunteer party of some to-do that a good portion of the community shows up for at least a cocktail or two. And, of course, Thanksgiving, when we must once more reunite with further-flung family with gluttony and professional sports to properly kick off the drinking season.
December? Ha! I say. The first two weekends of that month up here are the Christmas Market. There is the attendant brain-damage of the holidays, and December houses some fourteen or fifteen of them, aside from Christmas. For someone of a more solitary nature, it can be a bit of a psychic maelstrom.
Then it is full on winter. January and February. Oh, fuck yes.
It is dark. It is cold. At professional obligations, time is suspended in agonizing amber. If one goes out, it is in layers-no bad weather, just the wrong clothes.
However , it is quiet...
This is when I wander the snow and ice sculptured landscape in meditative contemplation, recharging from the rigors of summer and autumn. I watch the winter stars with small smiles. The music I listen to has a more introspective countenance. As January ends, I watch the slow creep of direct sunlight back upon my house, telling me the Long Dark is over and it is now mid-winter.
Here and now, the dawning of direct sunlight is about two weeks away. I anxiously watch the far valley wall, as I do this time of year. At my professional obligations, Senpai complains about the state of things, but, if he didn't, I'd be digging a hole, or, at least contacting the paramedics. I wander, listening to the rhythms and rhymes of the cosmos. It is winter. Here and now, I rejuvenate.