(i find splurging stream of subconsciously most enjoyable... off and on for fifteen years; and once you accept fuck the spelling, sometimes..or 2022/3 cold winter fingers.. broken equipment - all fixed again for now... and just let go - sometime powering through obstacle, ... it's thrilling, and a bizarre discipline as i care what i appear to be..and how badly presented it may seem - various people i know and sort of value get linked here - and i never promote anywhere online... but i know some content - interesting ways of stating things, rises out of the muckheap and warms a few icy fingered readers..i have been told so..)
Autumn with at last a clearest desk for many a year. And after the summer of always being out in it almost all the time autumn is my most super topped up time of the year. Ready for action...
Especially as a year of making many seemingly good frank spirited new acquaintances, 99% of whom it appears, in time, i may as well have been talking to - or sharing motivating possible initiatives with, the cow mooing in the field next to me. The world went mute. And she would be a safer ...you never know WHERE you are with anyone...very sad for the next generation.
So, the only purpose of thought, is communicating with ones 'self' now.. via better presented, thus far always free-to-view, content...more coming soon.
The more serious version ... though piety earnestness and self righteousness never works.
What is interesting - 13 years ago i would write a lot and would term my then new friend the Godsquad Mormonic Chrét.. .. " the narrator" - it was as if he was so aloof from real life he did indeed have that role in my chronicles - i told him often enough just that. These days i think he is superseded though regularly despairs in chats with me of the River Wye supposed water quality monitoring he volunteers as part of in that we both have realised how dubious - deliberate or maybe just from ignorance, the monitoring is...
When i met Suzi i felt that she had taken over in that 'narrator' role... and told her.
key to my (yet to be fully laid out coherently) chronicles in certain ways.. to me must be a human almost aside the real action (in her case due being a bizarrely brexity person - i still cannot fathom why and continually very very nastily offend her in a way that makes her always laugh...i am not sure if my 'narrator' is allowed to laugh?)
That sounds pretentious - nope, when not drunk - the other reason why she to me is not really human as i dont believe in the stuff ever again nor have i forever.. she does, like me, think so many things COULD be to some rather wonderful crazy schema... she almost fell of her barstool when i called in La Vinagrette.. (their mums doppleganger). she knows too only a new Joan Osborne can save humanity from .. everything...
And living on the sterile river Arrow wants all the British so called Green politicians sent to America, too.... Rachels state pen... where they can learn all about what happens if you encourage people to chop their own tackle off...
but where even Jill Stein has leaned to grow the fuck up and stop being a pussy.. its serious so act serious and not like some Teletubbie.. high on an overdose of LA LA fruitcake
Those sections alone evolving over 4 years...will rather surprise the reader when i fully log them....all....
Meanwhile NOTE TO SELF: a couple of times a year i sit down over a few days and fountain pen (COOP 1.79 v good - the only thing they sell that isn't a fraud wrapped up in 3 layers of plastic despite all my life them pretending to be the 'ethical' shopping mart) a nice hand written letter. To remind onself of how to be "human".
Today the last one ever.
No point.. even they stopped working...
So....time for a new, better podcast audio waffle...soon... maybe my favourite medium
And i DO have many interviews and even collaborations .. they are up on my other site... maybe i need to charge for the url?
Only one person i havent met in person this summer along The Track has been given it.. i know she will ignore it too.
I hope so i get 'empowered' by being ignored... strange but true.