I am an accomplished and successful builder of toothpick towers, both IRL and in my mind (IMM). IRL materials consist of toothpicks, glue, a steady hand, and a flat base. IMM materials consist of synaptic flashes amplified by ego. I construct self-images that are towers of egotistical impressions of myself. Yes, every few years the IMM towers burn down. I believe that is the symbology of the burning man thing in the desert. Onward, to build more towers 🙂

I believe love is powerful and exists in all that has been created on this planet Earth, and does not need me to do anything but learn how to be with it. I believe I am afraid of love and do not understand how I am to be with it. I follow and pay attention to spiritual teachers who do a pretty good job of explaining things to me once I am open to understanding them. Love is not Lust, and Lust is not Love, and wow is that confusing 🙂

My favorite medium-sized graphics and printing shop is now empty space, with empty windows, empty floors, and empty doors. A former work colleague, a dual-citizenship Brit/Yank, had started the business some years ago and had moved into larger, newer, more impressive facilities in the last few years, and I had taken work to him and his company did a very good job on all of them. He shunned large corporate work and was very much in favor of the personable “stop by and we can discuss the project” approach to satisfying customers, and all transactions required at least a few face-to-face meetings. Covid killed it. Bummer. I had a new job for him today, and all I got was empty, empty, and more empty.

I believe Corporate Leadership matters. I believe the stink of an unconscious and confused leadership permeates the organization to all levels, including customers. I feel relieved that my 14+ years as a dedicated Twitter user were fruitful learning experiences for me and those I collaborated with during that time. I deactivated my account and will delete it once the 30-day waiting period is completed. Onward!

Make room, please. Shopping pods, not shopping malls. Clusters, not strips. Daylight hours only. Restaurants, if they still exist, to have exclusive pods of their own, with extended hours to 11pm, and ex-special forces security teams full time, paid for by the restaurants. Excellent clean and safe public urination and defecation facilities everywhere, with security (see Amsterdam model).

I am a writer of short stories and memoirs and a content and structural flow consultant for other writers. I write in episodes, rather than chapters. I belong to some online episode groups where multi-collaboration input is welcome. This has freed me from being overly egotistical about my own work. This is new for me and I believe will work for my writing education.

A volatile element of life or death. Take the inconvenient tablets to reduce the percent chance of sudden death by blood pressure. Not pleasant to collapse while engaged in activities intended to bring pleasure, not death. Adopt the soon-to-be-trending slogan Blood Pressure Forever! Avoid shortening the slogan to BPF. That would make the slogan an easy target for take-over by British Petroleum. Cheers mate 🙂

As our once favorite racing thoroughbred ages, wrinkles appear. Still fit, and race-worthy for good. safe tracks and do not expect to take away prize money and do not bet on Wrinkle Dazzle to win, or even to place, and maybe to show. Wrinkle Dazzle is fine with life and is aware of the body’s capabilities. No worries.

Try not to piss off the First Sergeant 🙂 Serving in the US Army was an abrupt disruption to my University education because I was drafted in April 1968, trained as an artillery grunt, and sent to serve overseas.

The overseas camp loudspeaker announced “Rainy Day Schedule“. Stress lowered, and a smile began on my face. I had not pissed off the First Sergeant yet so I was not assigned special work details. I love to read, and I had been sent some historical novels, so I settled in on my Quonset-hut bunk and peacefully read for several hours, breaking only for a trip to the mess hall for lunch. A good day 🙂