Happy Friday. It's a glorious sunny June day outside as I type this, around 5:00 PM. I have a beautiful view of the San Francisco and Oakland skylines from the fourth floor suite that houses our offices now, but today I am working from home, which also comes with a nice view out of the patio door. The sun is blazing, but it is not particularly hot ( Read more... )

It is fascinating to me how I can be talking to someone and if I'm present, and focused, it is possible for me to become aware that I have caught a glimpse of their complexity. I've seen a pattern that has not been completely consciously apparent to me before.

I was talking to L. listening to her complain about some difficulty in communicating with ( Read more... )

I'm 59 years old and I'm two decades divorced from nearly two decades of relationship and marriage to one woman, I'm the father of children grown to adulthood. I'm on a couple of dating apps. I date women roughly my age. It is interesting to read for what women say they are looking, in terms of a relationship.

There are women on these apps who ( Read more... )

I was reading earlier and catching up with some friends here when I found an entry by one of my LJ friends, khanadasc, talking about the regrettable exodus from LiveJournal and emigration to Farcebook. I suspect that she is flirting with the idea of picking up the digital pen again and writing here.

The problem of Facebook came to mind. She had made some ( Read more... )

I was watching this stand-up comic on YouTube. She was finding humor in the struggle to confront her parents or at least have uncomfortable conversations with them. I read some interesting comments on the page, from others who were relating. One person wrote: "When your parents are so old they don't remember the damage they did." I replied with: " ( Read more... )

Consider the Simulation Hypothesis. How many people are contemptuously dismissive of "Creation Theory," while at the same time credibly entertain The Simulation Hypothesis? It occurs to me that the Simulation Hypothesis boils down to the idea that we are all just playthings or figments of the imagination of God or gods, given a technological ( Read more... )

Why does she call herself a "kept woman" if this flatly contradicts so much of what I know about her and who she really is? Was she making a questionable joke? Was she trying to tell me something about herself, or at least, the way she perceives herself? Was she trying to admit something without actually saying it? What in the hell did she mean? ( Read more... )

Observation: It is difficult to write about the things which are extremely important in a timely fashion. Also, I have to change some privacy settings on some entries I have made here. I promised Laurel that I would do this, because she wants me to do so, but I have not attended to this yet. I feel guilty about this, but I have not put the time and ( Read more... )

I was tempted to write her again this morning and ask if we could talk. Why in the living blue blazes is it so ridiculously hard for me to just accept already that she doesn't want to talk to me and drop her out of my thoughts? I need to change my focus. I am focused on the non-existent. She's gone; there is no more point in thinking about her, ( Read more... )

My Internal DJ is mashing a couple of tunes this morning: Stone Temple Pilots: "Vasoline" and Fleetwood Mac: "Go Your Own Way." Musically, it doesn't work, I think, but I get from where it is coming. I am reading and thinking this morning and it is difficult to do those things without being reminded of my erstwhile correspondent. Yeah, well, it ( Read more... )