The secret is the silence
Charlie and Bob had it right
Capture them with your smile
Look out for the quiet ones
Competing empathies
Good cop, Tough love
Support v encouragement
Strong co-dependencies
If knowledge is power
I’m a whole mamma bear
Above the state average
Careful not to cut yourself
Strong women are
Totally in this season
This owl is what she seems
I’m secure in silence.
All relationships end, even the good ones. Continue reading Social Gadflies
Winners are boring.
Losers are sad.
Middle class is a swampy mass of challenges
Sharp
Unforgiving
Sometimes fatal
Living in the middle
Keeps blood pumping
Ideas churning
Connections
Detachment
Floating through time
Learning to choose the moment
Before it chooses you
Not thin
Never fat
Caressing egos
Stroking thighs
Collars chafe more than cuffs
Now about those hemorrhoids
Classy
Sassy
Kinda gross
We all have to eat!
Dare you
Shake the peach tree
Succulent
Fleshy
All grown up
Not ready to settle.
I didn’t use Pandora until 2015. Just another casualty of my Luddite lifestyle. I probably would have enjoyed it the free days. Playing games with playlists just to see what effect they have on each other. My music taste is broad, but in my head it all fits together. Pandora’s algorithm only plays with the safe associations between artists and genres. I glom onto the sound of the music. After that it just comes down to performance quality.
A band that can’t play live loses my interest quickly. Musical talent is tactile to a point. I can feel it when I dance. I want to feel it when they play. I want to reach through the music and run my hands along the fingers creating that sound. I want to dance and sweat and feel the heat of passion when the music plays. Every sweaty hug I get after a good show just adds to the experience. I crave that tangible connection to the sound itself.
Of course, my thoughts and feelings are irrelevant until I’ve secured rights to my own vlog. So there’s always that.
My generation is behaviorally trained to remember things accurately. We believe what we see. Whether it’s numbers, facts, words, formulas, compositions, or every Kevin Bacon movie ever made – we recite, we feel accomplished. I personally think this goes back to scantron-era testing. But I’m an outlier, so my perspective is akimbo. Continue reading Rote
I came into the weekend running on fumes, putting me on the front line of the war against disease. I used hand sanitizer like someone else’s money. I slept at least 8 hours each night. The closest I got to another human was sitting at the Pathfinder tables. Since home, I’ve neti potted every day and amped up relevant vitamin & mineral supplements.
Still, I woke up this morning with distressed sinuses and a raw throat. I blame the food poisoning from Sunday night. It was a very short spell but the Plague wormed through the chink in my armor. Zinc supplements, excessive hydration, and more neti pots this morning. For lunch, miso soup (Japanese penicillin) and sushi (lean protein). With a Constitution of 18 and +4 Fortitude I will have this anomaly under wraps by tomorrow morning. Just to be sure, I’m staying in tonight with a gallon of orange juice and funny movies.
I CAN DO THIS!
My second PAX Prime.
Excessive shenanigans.
Caught the Plague. Worth it.
I’ve decided to start using Twitter. I’ve been on it for a second before and connected it to the blog this summer but my functional knowledge is still infantile. Continue reading Twitter
Flew out of Seattle at 22:30 yesterday while fighting mild discomfort and chronic irritation the entire way. After a 4-day rager at PAX Prime 2015, I’m suffering from fatigue for at least 2 rounds. I have a pretty high constitution but suffered a critical hit from some bad squid on Sunday night. It’s a shame, I enjoyed the ambiance there. Continue reading PAXiphany!
I haven’t seen this much flannel since the mid-90s. Still, I feel at home. Often I forget my appearance. Nondescript most of my life, changing my hair color doesn’t change that. Worried about the intimidation of a big city, decked out in all its individuality. A debutante ball for introverts.
Detached from the results, this is my time to be odd in a sea of strange. Smiling and eager, I can’t get enough of the discomfort when I talk to a stranger without preamble. Southern accent, overalls, purple hair. I fit right in here. Fun to be around.
Patience and openness guarantees a good time. No room share facilitates good sleep. Liking who I am exemplifies why I came here. Surrounded by chaos, even sitting still is entertaining.
I want to reach out to the heart of the world and show them the serenity of a faceless mob. We’re all here to have fun. Be nice or leave!