As I’m sure most of you know, because no one who would ever read my blog also lives in a vacuum, last week a congressman was shot and severely wounded (and others were wounded) during[…]
Category: realtalk
Day 142: Reading the Cards II: The Wrath of Card
So today’s card is the Wheel of Fortune. Maybe I should buy a vowel? Here’s a meaning, as continue teaching myself with the web: The Wheel of Fortune is a very auspicious card. When pulled[…]
Day 139: The Batman
It’s been a weird week for me on the Batman front. I’ve been playing him as my main in Injustice 2. So I see him on the screen during my free time, and I picked[…]
Day 134: More Life in the Trump America
Today our President tweeted more hate at the mayor of London. I remember when the 2000 election happened, all the animosity and insults and backbiting and everything that was involved. It was a derisive election,[…]
Day 129: the truth about cats and dogs
The triangle above is called Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. It’s not a new concept; it was created by Abraham Maslow in 1943, one of the first post modern tools that IMHO truly transcended being theory[…]
Day 128: Taking "our jobs"
I’ve recently been having a bit of fun talking about the (not really that) private Facebook group for my home town that Julie and I have been reading and casually engaging with. There are basically,[…]
Day 127: Flags
On Memorial Day, I checked my favorite (nominally) private Facebook group for some local news. There are three complaints about flags: two about a cemetery that isn’t illuminating the flag at night and one about[…]
Day 124: About those micro-aggressions…
Saw this today. Given, I don’t know the context beyond what the article offers, but I doubt there’s a way this was okay. It feels like some sort of sleazy attack on a student paired[…]
Day 122: Is this just fantasy?
Okay, read this. If you’re not into weird political-speak and don’t follow how the CBO works and all that, here’s the simple reduction: A bunch of people will lose their insurance, but we’d save around[…]
Day 119: Like Suicide
I used to have a friend named Ben. He’s lost in time, one of the people who I lost track of when high school ended. But one day, circa 1994, I was sitting in the[…]
