Category: Me Myself&I

1. Insist on the right of humanity and nature to co-exist in a healthy, supportive, diverse and sustainable condition.
2. Recognize interdependence.
3. Respect relationships between spirit and matter.
4. Accept responsibility for the consequences of design decisions upon human well-being, the viability of natural systems and their right to co-exist.
5. Create safe objects of long-term value.
6. Eliminate the concept of waste.
7. Rely on natural energy flows.
8. Understand the limitations of design.
9. Seek constant improvement by the sharing of knowledge.

Those principles were stated in 1992 and they are absolutely relevant and needed right now? Bet.

(reading The Upcycle from William McDonough)

So,

800,000 deaths, two concurrent variants fluttering around, and you are all travelling all over the country as if that two year old pandemic had been a dream?

Just checking. I wish I could hibernate for real.

Hospitals staff, I’m so sorry in advance.

Constant rain for longer than one hour is so rare here.

Time to handwrite holiday cards. Which reminds me of this recent article that says about handwriting,

“Writing forces you to slow down. It’s impossible to do anything else but focus on what you’re putting down at that moment, something that otherwise feels increasingly rare.”

Verdad. As our constant computers constantly spin, constantly getting closer and closer to pure slot machines, being in the moment and focused is a skill that needs practice.

As the hoodie-wearing gentleman in Star Wars, my man Palp, would say: dew it

I couldn’t put in down. Fantastic, adult writing in comic book form? All day. Every day.

I had read her book Fun Home, another biographical comic book. But this one is more revealing about oneself. There’s more material to dig for personal use.

Existential dread! Yeah. I imagine that we all go through it.

I can see my memoir being in a form of a comic book. I’d say it would sell like a mf.

One is the drug.

The next one is a hot black woman in a popular show.

The last one is a 70+ year old white woman who I’ve known for years now. It had been a while but I saw her this week. A very sweet lady.

It amuses me that this first name conveys a sense of lust and hotness while my reality with Molly is really, really quite far away from that.

I have a neighbor, she’s always working. Seven days a week, she’s just home to sleep.

She doesn’t do anything else. She has everything automated with people doing it for her: driving to work, delivering fresh laundry, food or anything.

So it dawned on me that she’s slaving at work to make others slave for her.

There’s no joy of a walk in the sun, a drive down a boulevard, saying hi to neighbors or having a friend over. There’s nothing but transactions.

It’s pretty sad.

I wrote my last post and decided to check the definition of baddest, just in case. Sometimes I make mistakes with words in my second language so, I verify them randomly to refresh my memory. It sent me to Urban Dictionary which gave me the correct answer.

And then I see the example, Harold being the baddest one out here. Ha! I click on the definition of Harold, amused. What could the definition of a name be?

YOOOOOOOOO

Two things: my first name was given to me by my biological mom who I have never met, never seen, never heard. This Urban Dictionary entry might, or might not be extremely accurate.

I don’t know Tashanette but I think she’s a great, trustworthy person.

I love women in jumpsuits. Especially the unisex ones.

It mutters “idgaf” with a smile to everyone and everything.

It’s sexy. It’s not sexy. It’s comfortable. PUH-CKETS.

It’s classy. It’s casual. It’s convenient (jump in!). It’s not convenient (gotta pee!).

But good ones are rare. I had to curate 500 scrolls to find four that are not completely lame.

I have decided that light grey or dark green linen, mechanic ones are the baddest.

mmhmm.

I used Twitter every single day of my life from 2007 to May 2021.

Quit cold turkey.

Still haven’t used it.

I’m feeling better. I’m trying to write the feelings down, but it’s hard to describe. The consequences of social media. The consequences of social media being the default, being main for a few generations.

w h e e w.