561,000 dead by the way.
Saturday, April 10, 2021
I wanted to make a more conscious effort to get my thoughts in writing again. I’m not sure what I’m thinking about right now to be honest. When I had this thought it was 3am and I was very tired. My mind went to the cosmos... to the quantum. All the theoretical physics videos I’ve been watching lately have given me the drunken impression that I understand all of it. My mind went to places of a societal/social nature. Of course now I can’t remember exactly what it was because I was tired and high as kite. Something about how sometimes we don’t recognized things until we give them a name, then they’re clear as day. Giving it a name also rigidly defines that thing though... and whatever the circumstance, there are those that will try to cram everything into neatly labeled boxes when reality is much more messy. ( from the notion that ancient people’s didn’t see the color blue because they didn’t have a name for it. The truth is they saw the color blue, it just didn’t stand out as all that unique to them from just being a Shade of black. )
This last year was crazy, of course... but I think I was in shock for a lot of it. Seems like a dream now. I’m just now starting to process a lot of the fucked up nature of it.
Monday, January 11, 2021
Monday, July 13, 2020
Pumpkin Diary Entry 4
Monday, May 25, 2020
Pumpkin Diary Entry 3
All that Constitutional sanctity and American exceptionalism horseshit that was rammed down our throats growing up is really coming back to bite us on the ass.
People know we have a constitution, and they know that it's important, they just don't know specifically what's actually in it, the limits of what's in it, and how the things that are in it can be amended. They also don't seem to realize that a constitution isn't some magical thing unique to the USA.
Thinking that America is the greatest, most infallible nation on earth has just led to regressive thinking and has made it impossible for anything to actually change or get better. A theme that was always hammered home to me was "America might not be perfect, but we're still the best and American style capitalism is still the best for everyone"... Any suggestion that our policies or attitudes should be different and/or more in-line with how the rest of the world does things (when those things are proven to work) is met with belligerent hostility and ignorance. They don't even have a frame of reference to what they're arguing against.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Pumpkin Diary Entry 2
It's going on week 3 or 4 of the lockdown. We're having days with over 2000 recorded pumpkin deaths. Southeast MI is getting hit hard, especially Detroit. From a mental health standpoint, I'm not really sure what the correct level of dread I should have on any given day. It's not just dread about the pumpkins, it's dread about the future, our jobs, our way of life such as it is. The GOP asshats think guys like me don't understand, but we do... we're just willing to accept the lives of the vulnerable are more important. From a practical standpoint the dread level doesn't really matter because I have no control over viruses or the political goings on surrounding them. At the start of this thing I was calm and collected. "Would it help to worry?" I would say. I need to take my own advice, clearly. Being high almost every night seems like the only thing getting me through sometimes.
Grandma is doing a bit better and is recovering. Thankfully there was no need for a respirator (which they wouldn't have put her on anyway). Arrangements are being made for where she'll go next. The rest of the family who weren't hit as bad are also doing better, but worn out.
C is hanging in there. She has her bad days dealing with shit just like I do. Fortunately so far they don't seem to overlap too badly so we've been able to help each other. "Bad day" is just a relative term though. That dread is ALWAYS there. It's just how well you can manage to temporarily beat it back and get the bare minimum done for the day.
What's been on my mind today though is *all the things that are on my mind*. I'm getting to a point in my life where I'm becoming increasingly frustrated with my inability to organize my thoughts. I don't know that in any sort of grand sense I think it matters that I do... then again, why apologize for not wanting my brain to feel like a trainwreck all the time. Maybe that's mostly what it's about. Not needing to shout my bullshit at the world, but just being able to have it organized so it's not cluttering up my brain and I'm not tripping over shit. This makes me wonder though, am I assuming this stuff necessarily should lend itself well to organization... when that might not be the case. I guess that's what writing is, in a sense? Translating complex ideas into words, hopefully in a "simple enough" way that they can be understood by someone.
Random things that have been on my mind lately that I hope to write more about:
-Art
-Music
-My role in society
-Entanglement