Vicious lies must be met with no reaction whatsoever. Hatred of the God Damned Liar and his enablers must not be allowed to fester. Equanimity demands it. It's called the art of letting go. It is the hardest thing in the world to do.
Monday, April 28, 2025
Sunday, April 27, 2025
Friday, April 18, 2025
Eating the poison cows of the Sun God
"I killed my dinner with a rock, hit him in the face, taste the body, shallow work is the work that I do." Joanna Newsom. When I was faced with what I was doing I simply had to quit eating animals of any kind, and that knowlege, though attenuating harm, has made me touch upon madness.
FDR's Insight in Troubled Times
"The test of our progress is not whether we add to the abundance of those who have too much. It is whether we provide enough to those who have too little."
If civilation is to survive, we must cultivate the science of human relationships -- the ability of all peoples, of all kinds, to live together and work in the same world, at peace."
Wednesday, April 16, 2025
Monday, April 14, 2025
Saturday, April 12, 2025
Friday, April 11, 2025
Hunter S. Thompson Nailed It
"Every man is the sum total of his reaction to experience. As your experiences differ and multiply, you become a different man, and hence your perspective changes. This goes on and on. Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your persepective." Hunter S. Thompson
Thursday, April 10, 2025
Nashville Bar Association Oral History | Lionel Barrett | September 19, 2023
My mentor, Lionel R. Barrett, Jr., Attorney. We tried two death penalty cases together: State v. Donald Givens, and State v. Millard Curnutt.
Tuesday, April 8, 2025
The Hair Dresser's Husband - Danse de Jean Rochefort dans Le mari de la coiffeuse
The story a woman who is terrified of time.
Monday, April 7, 2025
Sunday, April 6, 2025
Saturday, April 5, 2025
Neural Flora Neural Fauna - Spring 2025
The bumble bees have been flirting with me in succession on my front porch again. The annual spring tease. I look them straight into their black faces, invisible black eyes. These reconnaisaance missions are becoming predictable. The lead bee enters my intimate space, but does offend, and probably doesn't know that the landing area on my hands has been pre-approved since five or six springs ago. They charge within a foot of me and see I do not flinch, then retreat, which signals the next in queue to do the same, but it's never the same. Ever. I saw one take a hovering shit yesterday. They have faces stained with mustardy Springtime circumstance. They make their way into the house. I quit caring long ago. Wherever they ingress is their business, not mine. Porchwise, the succssion continues with one after another observing me. They know how to look into my face like they might actually like me and then bore holes in my deck.
Thursday, April 3, 2025
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