What’s coming next? More footnotes in a pandemic.

I’m an immigrant, don’t own a gun, don’t want to own a gun either. But the neighbors…

If you’re anything like me, you’re exhausted. Doomscrolling till sleep comes and goes again. 2.00 a.m. has become almost the same as yesterday’s 9.00 p.m. Hours slip by, and I lie, dazed. What did CNN just say? Sanjay’s smile is slipping, more people are sick, some dying. Flip to Channel 13, DeSantis is on, and the map says cases of Covid are accelerating again.

It’s exhausting trying to figure out whether to buy more groceries. Toilet paper. Cans of tuna. I swear if I run out of damned toilet paper, I have enough canned fish to keep me going till SPRING. I’m just so tired of all this. And then the neighbor calls me over the fence. Get ammo quick he says. They’re all out of 9mm. …

Part 3 -The Psychological dimensions of your character.

Halloo gentle reader. Apologies for taking so long in between posts, there was/is a pandemic and I got caught up trying to survive. (haven’t we all? Toilet paper is still a nightmare). If you want to catch up, I’m building a character and so far, we’ve explored her physiological dimensions in part 1, and her sociological dimensions in part 2. This will be an exploration of her psychological dimensions for part 3.

I know, these aren’t entirely enough to round her character out, but it’s a good start. I may need to sit my character down and have a chat with her one on one to really get into her headspace. …

What to say when you don’t have the words. There’s a technique to say the perfect prayer, you probably already know it.

…You can actually tell the ultimate power, God himself to move in our direction.

I know you’re tired, I’m tired too. What’s right, what’s easy, what’s convenient and what’s wrong get blurred sometimes. Some days, we get lost inside our lives, inside the things we need to get done just to keep our hearts and minds together. We’re living inside our homes, but beside ourselves with worry. and one more thing just seems like one too many.

On days like these prayer helps. It doesn’t have to be prayer to a vengeful God, or soft words to comfort battered souls. It can be simple statements of what is required, what can still be done and what needs to be imagined. There’s a way to speak to the powers that are. Call them what you wish, their function is to bring our desires to life in this life. But there’s an umm… right way to do it? Bear with me, it doesn’t take long. …

Footnotes in a pandemic.

I was taught to fight with words because words become swords if we don’t use them.

30th August.
It’s a Saturday and almost midnight. I can’t leave this alone, I’m driving myself crazy with too much thinking, too many ideas trip trap through my mind. That yesterday a seventeen year old killed two protesters with an AR- 15. I’m almost retired, and even now, I can’t imagine taking anyone’s life.

How could this happen? My gut tells me this kid was radicalized enough to wield disproportionate deadly force against fellow Americans - most of whom were protesting against perceived brutality in their communities. …

Or, how to make critical decisions in a shitstorm.

The potential downsides are too much to contemplate without a bone deep chill that should remind you as it does me, we live in harmony only because of the strength, health and community we create for each other.

The CDC Director said yesterday, masks were as important if not more so than a vaccine. The President said the Director didn’t understand the questions put to him under oath. Who do you believe? It’s a binary choice, to wear or not to wear the mask.

Can you act without having to believe either of them? The number of people contracting Covid-19 is still increasing but overall, the number of deaths are decreasing. How do you resolve crises of credibility when the consequences can be … severe? …

How to write when you just don’t feel like writing.

I don’t really want to write. At least not these days. What can I say that means anything? Everything is burning, the earth is melting and sometimes… to look into the abyss is just too much. It’s days like these, Morgan Freeman shows up. Bear with me, I’ll explain.

“Son”, he said.
I didn’t notice when he came into the kitchen. He sat down across my beat up old table. Most times when he shows up, he’s wearing that white suit and tie from ‘Bruce Almighty’.

He leaned back on my wife’s chair and crossed his legs. Even his shoes were white. “Son, you can either sit here and stare at the screen in front of you -let the empty space fill you up…

Thoughts and prayers, and writing as a way to cope with unwinding reality.

…what if this is the Rapture?

27th October 2020
I’m tired. I’m mentally and physically tired. How can anyone be tired if all we do all day is sit around and wait out the damn virus? We’re old, the wife and I. Old and not 100. Between her diabetes and my obesity, we’re all kinds of fucked up. I’m betting if the virus finds us inside our home hideout, it’ll prolly take one or both of us. …

Wish them well instead. How to use the Law of Attraction during a pandemic.

“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” Nikola Tesla.

Come on, get it off your chest, you probably wished someone ill somewhere along your time line. Maybe it’s your childhood bully, or maybe it’s your less than favorite politician. It’s normal, just part of the human condition. Someone done you wrong and in the moment, you made the secret wish: if only Lord, if only they could get what they deserve. It’s only fair right?

Oh you tell yourself it’s just a fantasy. It’s not what you really want is it? …