Thursday, March 29, 2012 1:40:13 PM
Just the illusion of sharing and interacting with others can help me feel less lonely. My life feels as if it has deeper effect and meaning when I post. However, if held to too rigid a platform it all becomes more of a labor than a reward.
My living circumstances do not lend themselves to too tight a schedule so groups like "365" are out of the question. Also there are times, such as now, when, for some reason, data transmission is hampered. Then, photos, video and music gets frustrating going either way.
The simple answer may seem to be: "Get a job", but, for me, it's not that easy. So, I post and tend to day to day tasks as I can while leaving this jumbled chronicle as testimony.
I hope you don't mind, but, don't really care if you do.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013 6:20:18 PM
My cell phone finally burned out. And there was only one month left on my contract! Sooo,I came to Great Falls anyway. It seems there is a shuttle service to the park entrance, oh, I mean Glacier NP of course.
It's been a little slow getting oriented that way, no Google Maps, but, that makes dealing with my shoe string budget easier. I've been getting plenty of guitar practice in that way too.
It's hell catching up with email and news though. My search routine is thrown waaay off too...so, new chords and licks are coming to mind instead...
At least the library has wifi.
Monday, May 27, 2013 2:23:29 PM
I don't want to argue about what your pet duck would be like if it had been weaned by a cat nor over the existence of ESP. the latter of course not being possible by me in particular as that seems to be the source of contention. this post is meant as an explanation of my mental state(there's Martinelli's at the supermarket?!) to anyone looking it up.
I've been diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic but as of late that too is a matter of argument amongst "the voices" I hear.
lately, and by that I mean over the last decade, I've been getting harassed over relationships and circumstances that date back to the 80s.
I sincerely believe it's the loose organization of people involved in the burning of that house being built in Flagstaff back in 94.
There seems to have been similar events occurring all my life and to tell you the truth they all existed on the same network of thought.
I don't believe I'm paranoid and I do believe that the voices are real, except for the ones that run like broken records through my head.
This is a rather brief summary and it is difficult to be more extensive and coherent while typing in a dialog box 4 lines x 6 words. Having you reading it is like a wall hanging depicting holsteins stacked atop each other as the inspiration for last night's episode of "Hannibal" hence, in my mind it's "no problem".
Thank You! Thank You!
PS next time I won't slide into first no matter what they say.