It was a weekend that really ran the range of ups and downs. I want to get some thoughts down, so I'll put them here.

( Do NOT read the following if you are a blood relative of mine, or are alarmed by non-graphic somewhat kinky content. I've tried to filter such folks out, but I can't know for sure )

Off we go at 0:dark-early on Sunday morning... or tomorrow night, depending how you look at it. The 15 hour drive (each way). The super long, meandering conversations with my beloved as we rush along through the Midwest. The Buddhist teachings on audio book that we listen to, and pause frequently to discuss what we think about them. The cheese ( Read more... )

I guess it might make me feel better if I expounded a bit on the topic that set me off earlier today. Someone over on FB made one of those ubiquitous “only you are responsible for your own happiness, no one can ever contribute to your unhappiness, and if you aren’t happy, it’s your fault” type of posts. And of course, everyone was heartily agreeing ( Read more... )

I owe LiveJournal a sincere apology for forsaking it for Facebook. That horrible place makes me miserable all the time. I seriously can't look at my FB feed without either seeing something I can't un-see, or getting my hackles up because of someone's Tea Party attitude, or ending up inadvertently fighting with someone. But, see, that's where ( Read more... )

...and it hurts me more than you've ever guessed.

if my heart could beat, it would break my chest
but I can see you're un-impressed...

Normally, I announce our trip to Wisconsin here, but I forgot this year. I regret a lot the fact that LJ slips my mind so much these days. But consider this my annual announcement: we went to Wisconsin. We drove the 15 hours up and the 15 hours back ( Read more... )

Now, bear with me here. I am certain I'm right ( Read more... )

From a 1986 interview in the WaPo Magazine ( Read more... )

OK, so as you may possibly know Steve Miller, when he wrote the ear-assaulting, insipid 1973 song "The Joker," invented the neologism "Pompatus ( Read more... )

...I am sick to death of it. If you spew fat hate, I will not associate with you. That simple.

Goddammit, I hate being this angry. I really do.