Somehow a huge swatch of text matter evaporated from a previous posting, in which I dictated most of the text whilst walking past an ex’s house, patrol-like, as I do virtually every single day. She is no love lost. Just a...

Did not see this horizon

Finally finished arguing with myself about what happened to the mustard. At this point it seems I’ll never know. Somehow, in the last 48 hours, a bottle of mustard purchased just a couple of weeks ago vanished. That makes...

So much time wasted following instructions on how to accomplish certain tasks, those instructions wrong, inaccurate, deliberately incomplete as if the true currency of our interaction is wasted time.

There is no off-switch on this genius machine. I can still get to pr0n over LinkNYC. Aces to me. This image from today, 10/8/2021. Aces… Yeah, right…   Scroll down and then click if you really need to see...

As satisfying as it seems to get a bunch of junk out of the closet it seems the pile of garbage never recedes. Today I piled up another heap of useless electronics. A virtual reality headset none could ever use again. A no-name...

A former friend and I had to part ways over a disagreement over triggers. Alcohol triggers. The conflict revolved around LinkNYC, and how the CityBridge consortium behind it deliberately chose to ignore a city mandate banning...

Got through it OK, wanting a beer but not doing it. I managed to stock up on beer and vodka the day before making this decision to lay off. Is it possible 1:35pm, Thursday, September 16, 2021, was really my last ingestion of...

I can stay sober. I can be my old self again, whatever that was. I guess my “old self” had more ability to concentrate on work and getting things accomplished. I can do that now but the sprawl of what I could or...

I knew a woman whose blog’s tagline was “Today is the day. I know I say that every day but really, today is the day!” I’ve been saying it every day for longer than I can remember. Sometimes I ask it as a...

No sooner do I consider tearing this place down — this website, that is, not this physical roof over my head — I find myself distraught and vulnerable upon discovering something amiss with its innards. A database...

Yesterday was not intended to be one for an epic 10+ mile long walk, but that is what it turned out to be. I had planned to make a quick there-and-back to Forest Hills to hear the carillon at the Queen of Martyrs church on...

This mind is like a batting cage. Words from across my life, words of mine, words of others, come at me. I deflect them. I try, at least. Names of important lovers seem to come in hardest, fastest. Facial tics of my mother, the...