“Okay, well, here’s my story, here’s what you need to know. I’m just divorced and I had my heart broken badly by a woman that I really loved. But I think your heart grows back bigger. You know? Once you get the shit beat out of you, and the universe lets your heart expand that way. And I think that’s the function of all this pain and heartache that we all go through, you know, you gotta go through that to come out to a better place and that’s how I see it, anyway.”
One of the many great quotes from my favorite movie of the now, Must Love Dogs.
As I get back into “book writing” mode, it’s funny to find notes like this that I left for myself:
TODO: Edit this text ruthlessly when you’re feeling better.
I was so sick during the last few months, I have no memory of writing that.
~ a note from september, 2016
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 present 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.
ADN.com has this nice list of things to do in Anchorage, Alaska on New Year’s Eve.
Back on December 31, 2010, I was trying to make my way to Seward, Alaska, but had a problem with icy roads, and couldn’t find chains to fit my tires, so after a few hours I finally gave up on the trek and stopped in a hotel in Anchorage. They started the fireworks at 5 or 6pm (because of the whole darkness thing), and various shows went on all night, which was pretty cool. Happy New Year’s Eve!
This healthy eating thing is still new to me, and I can never remember the name “brussels sprouts,” so I just write “balls” on my grocery list.
~ a note from August 18, 2016
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.
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.