In Summary: * Major accomplishment today was spending an hour midday clearing out some major weed/bushes from the front of the house and stuffing the cut foliage into the big green organics bin which I then wheeled out to the front curb for collection tomorrow morning.

Listening now to the Texas Rangers Pregame Show ahead of tonight's game vs the KC Royals. I'll finish the night prayers while listening to the game, then head to bed afterwards.

Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.

Health Metrics: * bw= 235.90 lbs * bp= 152/90 (67)

Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, wall push-ups, BP breathing exercises

Diet: * 05:40 – 1 banana, 1 pb&j sandwich * 09:00 – cookies * 10:10 – 1 seafood salad and cheese sandwich * 11:00 – fried chicken, cut green beans, whole kernel corn * 13:00 – biscuit and jam, scrambled eggs, sausage, pancakes * 17:30 – 1 fresh apple

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 04:00 – listen to local news talk radio * 04:50 – bank accounts activity monitored. * 05:05 – read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, nap * 12:00 – yard work * 13:00 – watch old game shows and eat lunch at home with Sylvia * !4:00 – nap * 15:00 – listen to the Jack Riccardi Show * 17:00 – listen to 105.3 The Fan, DFW's #1 Sports Station, ahead of tonight's Rangers game.

Chess: * 11:16 – moved in all pending CC games

Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

Water In The Distance

Far to winning floes The living have a dream And here this night we ran And saw stupor in its frame The chance of our affair To yesterday the whole of place in pond And distance from our rest In time forgive and known unto Place to be far and shore And occupant of still These duly soldiers walk in pain But willing on in peace and at this year We bless and blame the star of our accord Might and force to these seams we are at head Made to strife and current stop reune The place at night is war,- at staccato effect we earn and seasontide our press- who stand for shoals and making some unblame The showstop in her way as clock to distance on the march,- and to get wet this morning at the chill we know of Heaven And in our last benediction came ruin And vices then and for the distance Ruin and ruin of dengue with the specious drop of turns in blood And as it was November,- we stayed and wept at war and for the wretched Seeding home and curve to know our end of nights This year of us in mourning to our sons and crystal babes- denied as children in our grasp to light the dawn and let us rise The hearts unbeared to see This happenstance of then And when we walk to her, this spring of chance We’ll walk away the water until it burns,- and we will pass like many River making never and proud at touch of presence God in Heaven, refill this aquifer in Jesus Christ,- and let us borrow one more crutch- Waiting for the crops til Winter void and beings hush so far among your grace Favours for unto to let all things be relief and knowing pain together,- wonder war and good pursuit to sell us rain Thoughts of Heaven and before This God of Water aching to our being Tide to never rising But at once a soul as this- greatest storm from Holy strength And I object to Never as that flight at one that tried to burn us all- and rather Sun to our better day This tiny ditch, Apostles’ Creek And we’ll imbibe forever to the distance, hanging near And empty hands will falter Jettison this funeral, Distance May Our need for free esteem and to that well, our new obsession- One hundred percent and to our laws this tiny poem for best ahead- and neighbours feeling fine And all who dressed to Bethlehem We have spoken to the dark and sky of rain Our path will show the ruin for God to see And all our prayers renew- Our victim souls.

HIV

Into the scrape of death,- I sorted things to see And what went into, hiding This understudy and moral ratchet The year of pestilence untidy And who and wonder and her The day of prayer in socket And life as sober, ending well The sky pressed into my hand And heart and please The shoal of weapons, sky Inpostuous ruin and little things Like a day without her to remind In bearing Bread and life beautiful- as much as a husband provides And in this day for reasoning and sense,- I pocketed two of Rome For in there lives a body within To the beautiful and greatest I know And sunset no, for her problem And this difficult repeat for its place Tectonic to nine and moral bits to be home There was nothing left but surrender And to this day of Andrew and knowing where- But what of my esteem am I friending To seasons betold and maybe betrayed I was poor or maybe then not For four duly nights distracted I wished imperil for all for two seconds And knowing the whole of us to muster in truth The days of abandon are done.

Mangrove

To the forest I saw the deep Afraid at Kingdom night These special hearts would glow Fifteen years and sparkle gem Afraid to know Time’s repeating right The missing in St. Pattern to call mine Dust in gravity And what a cube is for Water lively says Come in A hold for just a minute Time away from keeps in our bateau Somebody has seen us Our right and left to dip Hands sliding and our go To beautiful and best The years of now forever The current, every star Dip in remand and shaking,- With purpose, we hide our breath These trees across to line the East In musted deep We sobbed at wild grasses And nurtured within our best Days of in this wall and fitting gently Under the forest Fire as our light But at sleep and so due The timeless match, our Water And I met, anew A simple and organic- Fed to the original- Our guess Beknighting future This our way of war To us lay henge And putting back for Heaven The road and only Communion in our hand And facing West,- we know Philosophy is lost And we will fly Dates of year and one Christmas and alone But see the Earth and why Crescent cherished Moon Spike our glow and let us in Purchased all corrections And silent to God Made for giving This chapter of You, Father Giving us back our time- and water of life Made for shepherd-breathing Finding forever Christ in our path And way to make His room A mangrove flow- free and hope to all men And to yours.

Tonight I choose to listen to a MLB Game: my Texas Rangers vs the KC Royals. The game is scheduled to start at 6:40 PM CDT. I'll tune into 105.3 The Fan, DFW's #1 Sports station, early to listen to pregame coverage, and I'll stay with this station for the radio call of the game.

And the adventure continues

Having had interesting conversations with various friends has made me in a great mood as i lie here atop the bed in my underwear with my dogs nearby

I had my picture taken today for the access card. When I saw the lunatic grinning back at me — from a red and bloated face with a wild beard and asymmetrical nose which has a tint of red just like the beard — on the screen

The lady asked me if I was happy with the picture, I just shrugged and said well I look like that

I used to be handsome and now I look like a that,

it’s my face

It looks like that

I like it, it’s mine

And I have been speaking about stuff from deep within with my friends, I showed them the kintsugi vase I am making of myself, and thus vulnerable, they help me put the pieces back together

Again

Because I value my kindness and have opted to try to keep this side of myself

Because without it, I am not sure who I would be

But still, this time it’ll be darker

There’s no helping it

And the temperature is mild, the dogs are mild, and the moon is somewhere up there in the sky

I am the luckiest man I know

Today didn’t follow anything I planned, but that’s becoming normal. The day came in loud, someone entering like they owned the air in the room, uncalled for, calling my name too sharply for how early it felt. I don’t even remember what they needed. Just the disruption of it stayed behind. That noise stuck in my head. Disgusting. After that, everything felt slightly off rhythm. Like I was responding to things a second too late, but still getting them right enough that nobody noticed.

I thought I’d bake when I got home. Something simple to keep my misery away. I didn’t. Not the chef of today’s episode. Walked away. I’m not as drained as I used to be, which is strange. I feel steady. And I’m not going to apologize for not writing for a few days, it’s my notes. And I’ll disappear whenever I do. Just things have changed now. There was a time not long ago when nights ended differently. When the silence felt heavier, and numbing it seemed like the only way to keep it from echoing. Alcohol, cigarettes used to sit somewhere in that space, not as a solution, just as something that blurred the edges enough to get through. But that isn’t where things are now. Something changed the direction of that pattern before it could repeat itself. It feels like an interruption (not really). almost like a presence that steps in right when everything starts leaning toward disappearing into my old habits again, just enough to pull me back into the room. Like an angel, if I let myself use that word without overthinking it. Not something dramatic, just something that arrives at the moment things start slipping and doesn’t let them fall all the way.

Just. in the way something can appear right on time and make me pause before I disappear into an old habit again. And maybe that’s enough. For now, I just notice that I’m still here, and the night doesn’t feel like something I need to escape from.

P.S. I wrote that earlier this day, its past midnight. I might be an overthinker a fool. part of me still thinks this is a trap or some delayed consequence finally catching up to me in a prettier form. angel, maybe I am being used, maybe i am being fooled, maybe one day i'll find out i understood everything completely wrong. but even so. None of those thoughts seems strong enough to stop it. my heart keeps returning anyway. it yearns. and yearns. completely uninterested in whatever concerns my brain keeps raising. im afraid im the fool one in this new story of mine.

Sincerely, A fool losing every argument with his own thoughts.

Ahmed

I’m a bike commuter, and I think ghost bikes are counterproductive.

Most of you will probably not know what a ghost bike is, so here goes: when someone is killed on their bike, bike advocates will often paint a bike white and lock it to something at the scene of the crash to memorialize the dead and to draw attention to the shortage of good bike infrastructure.

Most people, as I said, have no idea what ghost bikes are about, so if the intent is to make a statement to the wider community, I don’t think it’s succeeding. But also—I don’t think the presence of a ghost bike helps change the behavior of car drivers. In the unlikely event that they know what it means, they’ll doubtless think the bike had it coming because that’s how it’s always reported when people in cars kill people on bikes.

But of course we don’t have ghost people at the site of pedestrian fatalities (at least not ones we can see) nor ghost cars where fatal car crashes have happened. So the presence of ghost bikes gives the impression that biking is a uniquely dangerous mode of transportation. This, of course, isn’t true, but also it discourages people from biking, and the more people who bike, the safer it is to bike.

So, yeah, like I said. Counterproductive.

Also? Waste of a good bike.

Викторија Стојовска – Биографија

Викторија Стојовска е македонска авторка, поетеса и блогерка од Кичево. Активно твори повеќе години, градејќи препознатлив литературен израз кој се одликува со искреност, емотивна длабочина и силна поврзаност со човечките чувства.

Нејзиното творештво опфаќа поезија, проза, кратки приказни, колумни и новели. Во своите дела ги истражува темите на љубовта, загубата, надежта, личното созревање, внатрешните борби и потрагата по сопствениот идентитет. Нејзините текстови се инспирирани од реални животни искуства, лични емоции и приказни кои оставаат трага во човековата душа.

Активен член е на Литературниот клуб „Китка“ од Кичево и учесник на бројни литературни манифестации, конкурси и културни настани, каде има освоено повеќе награди и признанија за своето творештво.

Во 2020 година го отвора својот литературен блог, преку кој редовно ја споделува својата поезија и проза со читателите, создавајќи препознатлива читателска публика.

Нејзина прва објавена книга е „Парчиња од себеси“, дело составено од кратки приказни, прозни записи и дијалози инспирирани од реалноста и човечките емоции. Книгата е дел од едицијата „Книжевни меридијани“ во рамките на современата македонска книжевност и е добитник на наградата „Душата на чаршијата“.

По неа следуваат делата „Своја“ и „Куклата од театарот“, книги во кои авторката продолжува да ги истражува најдлабоките човечки чувства, љубовта, загубата, женската сила и процесот на лична трансформација.

Она што ја издвојува Викторија Стојовска е нејзиниот препознатлив стил директен, искрен и емотивен. Нејзините текстови допираат до читателот преку едноставноста на изразот и длабочината на чувствата, оставајќи простор секој да пронајде дел од сопствената приказна во нејзините зборови.

Издадени дела: • „Парчиња од себеси“ • „Своја“ • „Куклата од театарот“

Е- книги • „Нејзините чувства “

„Пишувам за она што боли, лекува, останува и живее во нас долго откако ќе помине.“

Hello again. I hope your week is going well.

After POTUS declared that he didn't care about the financial struggles of the American people, he has now declared “I love the inflation.” POTUS doesn't care about the country he is responsible for. As long as a problem doesn't touch him personally, he doesn't care who is having problems, and he doesn't care how badly those problems affect the people.

Again and again POTUS has proven that he is unfit for the office he holds. He needs to be removed from office as soon as possible. The people need to let congress know they must do their job and get rid of this incompetent person. It is the only way to save the nation from further problems.

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The broken system we have to endure only continues to stagger on because the majority of people have yet to withdraw their consent. That sounds like I'm going to condemn the majority for continuing to go along with a system that doesn’t reflect our desire for a better, more meaningful existence doesn't it? Well, I'm not going to condemn people for appearing to go along with a dysfunctional, increasingly dystopian system because that's not my style.

With the way things have been set up, the vast majority of people are too busy slogging their guts out trying to make ends meet to build whatever life they can manage in a failing system. After an exhausting week, understandably all they want to do with whatever downtime they may have is to try and chill out as far as possible between all of the life admin and other crap that's part and parcel of modern life. What gets me is those people who claim to have 'woken up' calling out everyone else for being so called 'sheep' and ‘normies’. That's the kind of elitist crap that gets me riled up.

In the years since the Covid 'crisis' broke, a decent number of people have become more alert to what's being done to them in the name of the 'Great Reset' and why it's being done to them. Not all of them saw through things at the outset. It took me a few months before the pieces started to fall into place and I could start to see through the narrative I was being fed. Some are only just realising now what was actually done to us. People will come to see things at different paces and in different ways. Those who claimed to see through the narrative from day one and who roundly condemned those who didn't, need to take a long hard look at themselves.

One of the reasons why this is the case is that what some dubbed the 'freedom' or 'truth' movement was never really a cohesive enterprise. If anything it was an uneasy coalition of convenience for a fairly wide range of people. One that was never destined to last. So, it shouldn't come as any surprise that the messaging from those of us opposing what has been done to us over the last few years wasn’t exactly clear or consistent. Such is life. It's down to those of us with a platform to work out how we can communicate the need for the crumbling system we have to be replaced from the grassroots upwards with something that meets our needs on our terms. It's also important to do so without hectoring or preaching. This is not an easy task!

If you talk to most people in depth, they'll most likely admit they know things are falling apart at the seams and that it's harder to trust those in authority to look after their interests. What they don't feel confident about is how to set about making a challenge and start to build something better. Given the daunting scale of the task, it's understandable that most people feel that all they can do is keep their heads down and hope for the best.

I haven't got a blueprint for how society could look after any radical change. Anyone coming along with a blueprint and a ready made plan for change needs to be treated with the utmost suspicion. All I have are some tentative suggestions and principles, based on an understanding that most ordinary people can be trusted to do the right thing. This is a work in progress and I don't claim to have a magic formula when it comes to succinctly communicating an idea that will make people stop and think, and then start to ask some awkward questions.

One thing I’m doing my level best to do is to encourage people to start quietly withdrawing their consent for the system to carry on functioning as it is. I recognise that most people's circumstances mean that they can't fully opt out and go off to live in a self sufficient community of like minded people. That's how things have been set up to ensure that we remain trapped in their shitshow of a system. That's what they want to think anyway...

Quietly withdrawing consent can involve a pretty wide range of actions, each of which has the potential to throw a small spanner in the works. When taken cumulatively, they can end up throwing a massive spanner in the works. It starts with getting out of the cycle of constantly upgrading and instead, making stuff last longer with an emphasis on repairing rather than replacing. Questioning whether you actually need all of the stuff that surrounds you is is next step. That involves reassessing priorities. Rather than sitting isolated at home glued to a screen, get together with friends and neighbours for face to face interaction and analogue amusements:) Taking control of at least some of your food supply by growing and processing it yourself is another way of breaking out from the system. Again, it's another endeavour that's better done in tandem with others as it will build strong, independent grassroots networks.

There's also growing resistance to the digitisation of ever more aspects of our lives from buying train tickets to the attempts to get us to abandon cash and pay for everything using so called smartphones. So, what to do? There are no easy answers to this. The bastards are digitising many aspects of our lives, making it harder and harder to live without an Internet connection, let alone a smartphone. A smartphone in our pockets that acts as a tether to what’s becoming a digital prison. If we ditch the smartphone and the Internet connection, the bastards have made damn sure that our lives will be very difficult indeed, if not impossible. They’ve engineered it like that so we find it harder and harder to escape the control grid they’re herding us into. Getting people addicted to the social media available on their smartphones is a part of the plan. This is something that as a self confessed, seventy year old Luddite, I feel strongly about and intend to explore in some depth in future pieces.

Then there’s the news agenda, or what passes for 'news' in the age of nudging, fear porn, divide and rule and full on psy-ops. It's an agenda designed to keep us in fear, hoping the authorities will come up with a solution to the hassle and shite of everyday life. When a fair number of those problems appear to be designed to generate a strong reaction followed up by a 'solution' from the authorities that will suit the interests of the powers that be while further diminishing our agency and freedom, it's time to withdraw our consent.

It's simply a case of refusing to view their crap while at the same time, seeking out independent reportage and commentary that’s concerned with the truth and open debate rather than garnering a massive amount of views and keeping us fearful and at each other's throats. Sadly, it needs to be noted that there are charlatans and massive egos circulating in alternative media circles so, discretion and critical thinking do need to be applied to ensure that you can trust what you’re reading.

As already stated, this is not a comprehensive list of ways people can start to quietly withdraw their consent from a toxic system. To come up with such a list would be arrogant. All I want to do with this piece is offer some pointers and get people to start the process of thinking how they can circumvent and undermine a system that's geared up to serve the elites and actively works against our hopes and aspirations. The more creative people can get with this, the better...

I’m alone in the half renovated apartment

The dogs were happy to see me and are now waiting for food.

We went out for a walk just before a whole rainy day’s worth of water fell down, I could see it and hear it through the window

A type of weather associated with doomsdays but now again the sun is shining

Just like that, a fit of rage from up above or something, then it’s like nothing happened, 

But the ground is wet

And i’m making food also for myself; I’m about to eat some stuff i’ve found in the freezer; an assortment of random food from all over the world

And I’ve got some tzatziki still

I ate for lunch too

I bet I smelt of garlic for my new colleagues

This amuses me somewhat

I did not think today would actually ever come. I thought the situation would change and the “last day” could be avoided. It feels weird not having control of the circumstances. I can’t tell if I feel relief or nervousness about potentially having to start over…

I have not thought about what to tell people when they ask why I am not working. I am sure I will come up with something vague, but I actually have to pack up my things now. That feels odd. I don’t feel like I am finished here, maybe I can come back once things clear up, but I am also curious about trying something new. I have so many ideas but I struggle with bringing them to fruition.

I definitely need to refocus on my health. My sleeping and eating habits are not good and are affecting me in more ways than just feeling tired or hungry. I have regained weight I had already lost and I am positive my cortisol levels have shot high. I need to take care of myself so that will be my first task.

I may not know what the next few weeks will bring, but at least I know what I can do in the meantime.

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