Category Archives: rambling

adventure in wine drinking

Gallo wine. $1.74 on clearance from a previous year at Target.

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i like this sign

We are NOT Responsible For Any Bugs When You Are Sitting Outside!

— Attn. La Cabaña

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the daily postal mail adverts

No company has sent me more postal mail over the years than AT&T. It has arrived several times a week for years. I can’t imagine the container that it would fill if I had it all together at one time.

It’s always pushing some mediocre copper-line DSL plus DirecTV satellite rolled into a bundle that takes paragraphs full of asterisks to describe.

The last thing I want is a raft of equipment to funnel a little TV and Internet into the house which I can thankfully get somewhere else through a thin fiber-optic line. Most people don’t have that option.

As many times as AT&T, Verizon, and some others get paid and incentivized to lay down some fiber, they just can’t quite get around to doing it here, yet they stand ready to make trouble for anyone else who does.

Up all night, sleep all day

No shift to work on Wednesday so:

Up all night, sleep all day – (Slaughter)

In other words, I’m not doing a GD.

dangerous places

I like this.

It’s not good in there sometimes.

Phil Rockstroh
5 mins

A writer must proceed to dangerous places. It is imperative that he/she descend into the danger zone known as the soul. The soul is not a realm inhabited by weightless beings radiating beatific light. Rather, it is a landscape of broken, wounded wanderers; inchoate longing; searing lamentation; the confabulations of imperfect memory; of rutting and rage; transgression; depression; fragmented language; and devouring darkness.

The soul sends dispatches of which few desire to be privy. When ignored, the soul ups the volume of its nightmare dispatches. Reductionists term, the soul’s urgent messages pathologies. Thus, our age is plangent with the pathological. The world bristles with the rage and suffering of maimed, inarticulate-in-their-agonies angels.

In our suffering, we have bloated our bodies, maimed and poisoned the earth, and scoured the hours of our lives of meaning by the compulsive commodification of all things.

We have delivered insult after insult to the soul of the world, and yet it loves us with an abiding and bitter grace.

 

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lol – cute twins

omg! 😂

Señora Católica is a parody account.  Fun.

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beginning to look a lot like christmas at the white house

I read today that the East Colonnade of the White House looks like the Lair of Krampus.

The inspiration for this post was this fun read on au.org.

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