War, Politics, and Life by Bruce Maulden
Early-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley, and the heat is already heating. A breeze does keep it down a bit, but only so much can be done. In the backyard again, and still nice in the shade — getting warm, though. (External Station — even mystic bamboo in the faded background). One conclusive result…
Sunday early-afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. In the backyard again, blogging to outside sounds while being outside. Realism insinuated as normal. (My plague portal, or just my laptop). A most-horrible note of this pandemic is the T-Rump — a deadly virus to handle while putting-up with a terrible asshole that is literally killing people…
Saturday afternoon here in California’s Central Valley. Pleasant day overall, breezy and not bad. Considering. Blogging in the backyard again. Outside has become a habit, a quiet influence over a mental-screaming exasperation for our dour-looking predicament, watching a world disintegrate on that laptop seen below (also off an iPad). A high vexation point is the…
Once again breezy and warm in California’s Central Valley, an afternoon on a Tuesday — I think. Blogging in the backyard again, developed a taste for the heat in the shade. Age of the novel coronavirus, COVID-19, is near-about indescribable right now away from the virus itself, face masks, the social distancing, shelter-in-place, the odd…
Another day of pestilence of the health-related kind, fueled by America’s insane predicament in the throes of a complete lunatic who is making our virus-infested Twilight Zone episode even more deadlier. The T-Rump is a danger to the planet, get him the fuck out of there. Hurdle we face, however, is reflected buried at the…
On this Saturday, or whenever, a flashdance of twirling in time, lifting the nowadays to the yester-yore (h/t Susie): Feel good four minutes and 35 seconds… (Illustration: M.C Escher’s ‘Three Spheres II,’ found here).
In this preoccupied life, the best defense is laughter. Or insanity. First, read Martin Longman’s essay at Political Animal this morning, a ‘Desperate Sadness’ piece on how the US is fucked, and how the world responds: This isn’t complicated, or it shouldn’t be. Electing Trump was the entire nation deciding to stop doing whatever it…
In the bat-shit crazy world we co-habitat, a short essay on our peculiar predicament, and not just COVID-19 floating in the air, but that nasty, orange-tinted virus at the podium (h/t BJ): And an addendum to the mouth that won’t stop, ever (Washington Post): “Always health. Health and life. Living is number one … I…
Overcast a bit, but windy here on this little patch of California’s Central Valley. Rain this morning cooled the air, occasional sunlight peeks through as Monday starts to roll to a close — early evening in another chapter of the nowadays. And in accordance with the plot line, COVID-19 is still the rabid news on…
Saturday early-evening in California’s Central Valley, waiting while sheltering-in-place for the next episode to explode/implode in this strange, but real operation of life seemingly woven in shades of Rod Serling influenced by George Orwell colored by John Carpenter — ghastly horrors too obvious to be scary, but… Last week I took a day off from…
