I’m glad to say that I’ll be going back to regular consulting work again very soon. If you’re interested in the gory medical details that led me to quit consulting work (and write five computer programming books and a couple thousand blog posts), here you go:
Some people come into your life and even if they don’t stay in it for long, they make an impact that changes you forever. Happy birthday to two people this month, one who made my life miserable, and another who made it wonderful.
While driving back from Golden, Colorado on November 10, 2016, I happened to be listening to Lady Cab Driver by the artist formerly known as Prince, and wondered if these days he would have called it Lady Uber Driver. I thought it was interesting how society in the current moment has an effect on music and writing.
And here’s a gratuitous photo of some cattle on the right and wrong side of the fence near Golden, a big field, and some mountains.
I was just reminded of a “funny” event from the worst of the mast cell activation disease days (before doctors knew what I had). I was just released from the hospital for something — maybe from my second fake heart attack, I don’t remember for sure — and I thought, “If I’m going to die before they figure out what’s wrong with me, I’d like to have a chocolate milk shake.”
So I drove to a placed called Sweet Cow in Louisville, Colorado, ordered a milkshake, and then began going unconscious before the order could even be completed. While the poor guy was making my shake I walked out of the store, sat on a bench outside, and put my head between my legs, hoping I wouldn’t pass out. The guy who was making my shake was probably only in high school, and he eventually brought the shake out to me while I sat there with my head between my legs. We had some sort of conversation, the gist of which was I was trying not to pass out and him saying that the milkshake was free.
With the help of a few people I eventually stumbled out of there and made it home. Such was life with the worst of the mast cell disease.
P.S. — These days I’m much better, thank you.
(This is a Facebook post from July 27, 2016.)
Since nobody uses Facebook on Wednesday, I’ll just slip this one out here while no one is looking ...
Last night I was base-jumping spacetime with some other astral entities, and a being in the group kept not-doing something she was supposed to do. Since we were interdimensionally (similar to “internationally”) working together as a group, this just wouldn’t do.
After the Nth time this happened, I stopped the group mid-flight, and with spacetime flowing around us, I telepathically (and compassionately) asked, “Why aren’t you doing what you’re supposed to do?” Her answer, loosely translated in human terms, came down to, “I’m afraid.”
The moral of this little interdimensional story is that wherever, whenever, and whatever you are, conquer your fears or they’ll conquer you.
Hillary Clinton was quoted today as saying that being a “capitalist” probably hurt her with Democratic voters. IMHO, being a stiff, non-authentic politician hurt her with all voters. To me all of her answers seemed rehearsed, rather than authentic, and as a result of appearing disingenuous she inspired no passion in voters.
By contrast, Bernie Sanders seemed to passionately say what he believed, and as a result he fired up a portion of the electoral base, even if his views were a little too far “left” for many voters.
An “I Voted” sticker in the Koyukon-Athabaskan (native Alaskan) language. (I don’t know the original source of this image.)
I was working on my bucket list last night while I was sleeping, and at one point I thought it would be fun to play tennis again. I recalled the last few times where I played tennis, and it was in a park, closely surrounded by tall evergreens. The first time I went there I had to wait for some other people to finish up, so after that I would go a little later and there was never a wait.
It was only when I woke up and tried to remember how to get to the park that I remembered that I haven’t had a tennis racquet in almost ten years, and I realized that those courts don’t exist on this planet.
~ November 2, 2016
I wasn’t feeling well this afternoon, so I decided to lay down for a while and just focus on my breathing.
A little later in the day I was standing in my kitchen, cutting some vegetables and humming Tina Turner’s “Peace Mantra” song, when my phone started playing a ringtone. I liked the ringtone, but it was a song I had never heard before.
I set my cutting knife down and started wiping off my hands so I could answer the phone when I thought, “Wait, I laid down to take a nap, and I don’t remember waking up from that. This is a dream, isn’t it?”
~ October 28, 2016
“Eventually we develop a continuity of awareness that allows us to maintain full awareness during dream as well as in waking life.”
~ from the book, The Tibetan Yogas Of Dream And Sleep