My interest in social media has been waning lately. Mainly because I am banned from most of them, I guess! I log on, check email notifications and the newsfeed. I do not miss being engaged in contentious arguments. Sometimes it felt as though Twitter, in particular, had become a rabid hyena colony full to the brim with salivating predators waiting to chew your face off if you dared show it in their vicinity. Amid a smattering of adverts, a friendly or amusing tweet was like a diamond encrusted oasis in a corpse littered desert. I don’t imagine that Elon will change much. Twitter culture comprises of chortling victors and bitter losers jousting in an ugly display of pointless competition.
We are expected to "worship the saints of science!" - Alan Watt said in 2014. I used to listen to him every Sunday. I miss him since he passed on last year..... so listening to his old chats cheers me up.
I think your preference of watching paint dry is a VIRUS, because I feel the same way. I'm tired of listening to all these people discuss, discuss, discuss, and never get anywhere, and never seem to really, actually, fully, GET IT.
What do I want to do? I want to learn to garden, I want to have a group of friends again, that will come over and play music with me, and drink coffee, and make a fire and toast things, and I want to read books, and go to plays and maybe be IN one, and I want to work in a good job that I really WANT to work in, and I want to write poetry and songs and paint, and...
never
ever
EVER
have to look at a fucking plastic hedge.
Please move over here, FL, and as Mr. Rogers would say, won't you please, be my neighbor.
Should you care to get back on the horse someday, I re-watched this over the last two evenings. I can pick some holes, but overall well done: 3.5hours!:
At yesterday’s gloaming I was on the back deck having a small glass of cold brew coffee. My spouse had ventured out, when I spotted my first of the year hummingbird on the feeder which had been hung for a week and which I had just finished refreshing with a clean cup of non-microwaved sugar water.
“Hey” I whispered “do you see the hummingbird; first of the season!”
“It’s not the first,” she replied “if you were on ‘Neighborhood Watch’ you’d know that they’ve been around for a week.”
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Wondering if you will see nesting in your neighbor’s plastic hedge?
She's got plastic flowers for the bees, as it goes..... I only just took note. I am now sneak-peaking at everything like a demented Sherlock Holmes, minus the deerstalker hat, of course!
I wore out my Scottish black and white houndstooth deerstalk in boarding school and college; fine hat for Chicago and Connecticut winters.
I read ‘The Jungle Book(s)’ for story time before bed to both sets of children; loved Mowgli, probably more than they. Then it got bastardized by Disney, and now I have been awakened to Masonic Empire building. Even Sherlock. Ah, youth.
Ha ha ha! Frances I am with you all the way there-- at some point we all have surfeit of stupidity worldwide and the thing about social media kicking us out so thoroughly till we stop trying to get back on is so true! However I agree with JR below--may it be just a break for recharging and renewal and doing exactly what you want -- but don't give up being you as a writer online and come back to us! Many today are feeling as you do and the trick is maybe making super special time for yourself out of the online madness every single day--I'm learning how to and it feels great! We are taught to forget ourselves but as you too have said once, Self-Love is not a Bad thing as we've been taught but a Good Thing -- indulge your Self and Be your Self at all times! Great great reminder poem from Kipling! Powerfully encouraging!
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We are expected to "worship the saints of science!" - Alan Watt said in 2014. I used to listen to him every Sunday. I miss him since he passed on last year..... so listening to his old chats cheers me up.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/BY8AX72uegfb/
My confession: I’d rather not watch paint dry, done too much house painting; water colors_okay then.
I do spend time watching grass grow; this is the year of going partially fallow. What is this growing on its own?
I suffer from FOBI: (Frown On Being In) Groucho Marx: “I wouldn’t want to belong to any club that would have me as a member.”
Hey Frances, at least you haven't lost your sense of humour! As long as that is intact, you and the rest of us rebels are good. Love the fence...
I think your preference of watching paint dry is a VIRUS, because I feel the same way. I'm tired of listening to all these people discuss, discuss, discuss, and never get anywhere, and never seem to really, actually, fully, GET IT.
What do I want to do? I want to learn to garden, I want to have a group of friends again, that will come over and play music with me, and drink coffee, and make a fire and toast things, and I want to read books, and go to plays and maybe be IN one, and I want to work in a good job that I really WANT to work in, and I want to write poetry and songs and paint, and...
never
ever
EVER
have to look at a fucking plastic hedge.
Please move over here, FL, and as Mr. Rogers would say, won't you please, be my neighbor.
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Plastic hedge is a new one. Would save time with the strimmer mind;)
Should you care to get back on the horse someday, I re-watched this over the last two evenings. I can pick some holes, but overall well done: 3.5hours!:
https://www.bitchute.com/video/hFHRNGX1Z7M5/
At yesterday’s gloaming I was on the back deck having a small glass of cold brew coffee. My spouse had ventured out, when I spotted my first of the year hummingbird on the feeder which had been hung for a week and which I had just finished refreshing with a clean cup of non-microwaved sugar water.
“Hey” I whispered “do you see the hummingbird; first of the season!”
“It’s not the first,” she replied “if you were on ‘Neighborhood Watch’ you’d know that they’ve been around for a week.”
>
Wondering if you will see nesting in your neighbor’s plastic hedge?
She's got plastic flowers for the bees, as it goes..... I only just took note. I am now sneak-peaking at everything like a demented Sherlock Holmes, minus the deerstalker hat, of course!
I wore out my Scottish black and white houndstooth deerstalk in boarding school and college; fine hat for Chicago and Connecticut winters.
I read ‘The Jungle Book(s)’ for story time before bed to both sets of children; loved Mowgli, probably more than they. Then it got bastardized by Disney, and now I have been awakened to Masonic Empire building. Even Sherlock. Ah, youth.
Ha ha ha! Frances I am with you all the way there-- at some point we all have surfeit of stupidity worldwide and the thing about social media kicking us out so thoroughly till we stop trying to get back on is so true! However I agree with JR below--may it be just a break for recharging and renewal and doing exactly what you want -- but don't give up being you as a writer online and come back to us! Many today are feeling as you do and the trick is maybe making super special time for yourself out of the online madness every single day--I'm learning how to and it feels great! We are taught to forget ourselves but as you too have said once, Self-Love is not a Bad thing as we've been taught but a Good Thing -- indulge your Self and Be your Self at all times! Great great reminder poem from Kipling! Powerfully encouraging!
I very much enjoy your podcasts, and hope to see more of them! xo
ha https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Da1AjQY6d3k the fun starts at 2:00
Ooh Richard and Linda Thompson! Memory Lane!
I love the poem, except I think it is important to speak to loss. It's part of healing.
When someone says to me that they shouldn't complain, I usually say (although there is no usual now), go for it!
A plastic hedge... oh my, how horrifying. Of all the horrors right now, maybe the plastic hedge is just too much.
Maybe quiet is all that is needed now. Coming back into self.
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