kicker_of_elves wrote: Fri May 28, 2021 12:55 pm I forgot to buy birdseed for the finches that land on my office window ledge every day, and they are chirping and staring at me intently. Well, as intent as any bird-stare can be, I guess. Whatevs...I feel horribly guilty.

We have a pair of cardinals off our "dining room/Leah's office" window. Come by and eat and sing. The guilt is real.

The Sony Playstation family makes it extremely tedious to find blueprints of Pullman-Standard freight cars.

Ouchie

My hangover...first in a while...oh God....

Ouchiiieeee....

Maybe humans began to sing before they began to talk?

Being drunk is quite nice. Except I'm worse at hearing music, I just noticed.

jason_from_volo wrote: Thu Jun 03, 2021 6:17 pmMy dad (veteran of a rock & roll cover band) used to say, “The more you drink, the better we sound.” Also can exchange the “you” with “we” and vice-versa.

Yeah you'd think , right? I'm confused.

Why does the baseball game have to be on so late tonight?

among other things.

kokorodoko wrote: Thu Jun 03, 2021 6:12 pm Being drunk is quite nice. Except I'm worse at hearing music, I just noticed.

Reminds me of that wonderful instant as mushrooms kick in, and you receive sound with that bewildering extra clarity.

Wonder if the rice is done cooking yet.

I am so very done with being negative. I want to focus on things that I like and people that wish me well instead of those that don't.

I am sad to see honest joy being put down again and again. I am sad to see others put themselves down and deny their dreams. I am sad to see myself being too afraid to be honest. I am tired of seeing us pretending - like we're above it all, like we're in control, like we don't care. It is sad to see and I am tired of it.

The wound we carry appears so deep, the situation so unfixable, it has gone on for so long. The more thought explores, the worse it gets. At the same time the answers appear to be within arms reach. New dawn seems able to emerge anywhere, at any time. And throughout it all there is the voice which resides in every human, saying "I am worthy of it all", "I am right to be me", "I want to love" and "I want life". A voice which is still not defeated.

Maybe I'm deluding myself. "All people are beautiful" I want to say, but I didn't consider that particular son of a bitch. What if that's just the way he is? How would I deal with that?

Still I have to continue hoping.