A Puzzling Dilemma
Blog, what blog?
Being on "lock down," along with, I guess, everyone else, it might seem as though I would be posting left and right on this blog.
But, apart from the couple of weeks that I spent on a water fast, I have found my appetite for diversion to be greater than my ability to get everything done that I would like.
I just got back from the Goodwill Store, where I picked up 3 more books to take their place among the 40 or so that I am "in the middle of" reading.
I have given up on being able to start a book from page one and then proceed until I am finished with it.
For one thing, choosing which book to read is a dilemma. So, I jump around between the 40 or so (out of a library of 250 or so) and will even dive into the middle of a book somewhere, just to see if reading a few paragraphs, plants an interest within me to read more. This would really be because of the writer's style, and the fact that a couple random pages from the middle of a novel should be enough to pique my curiosity enough so that I might go back to the beginning.
I can divide my library into the categories of "entertainment" and "educational."
But, now that I think about it, I consider all the reading I do to be educational. With the Spanish II textbook, or the ones on the Perl programming language, the educational angle is more obvious. But, even if I read a John Grisham novel, expecting to be intrigued and entertained, I am always trying to learn something about writing, or to learn something about the justice system, etc.
I only read a fraction, when I smoke pot, of what I would when totally sober (as exemplified when I am on a water fast, and my appetite for any mind altering substance becomes negligible). I actually only record a fraction of the music, do a fraction of the drawings, and a fraction of the blog posts also, that I would do if not smoking weed.
Lately, if I drink, I can feel the energy escaping me like the air out of a balloon that has a pinhole in it. With each sip, whatever I am doing starts to grind down to a near halt, at which point I will lay back on the bed, often without turning the lights out first, and conclude that the laundry, the computer programming, and the guitar practice, can wait until "tomorrow."
I might stumble into the kitchen to chow down on food that is intended to last me at least a few days...
But, as I type this, I am about to hop on my bike and go get a bottle of $4.37 wine, which is kind of a "store brand" of Rouses Market (and is probably just the Glen Ellen, or the Roberto Mondavi with the store brand label on it, priced at half as much as them.
As the stimulus check money evaporates, and the news about a "second dose" of them is not too promising for the near future, I am already at the point of having to cut corners and choose one thing over another.
I had thought about getting a pet snake; a King Snake. They make great pets and are fun to feed with rodents and birds and lizards and even other snakes; not to mention eggs.
But, even though I can buy a Florida King Snake for about 50 bucks; their delivery requires next day service and is an additional 45 bucks.
Plus, I would want to go first class, with an aquarium equipped with an electric "hot rock," and I would want to be able to feed it very regularly, as well as take it out and handle it every day for as long as possible, so that it won't be stressed out over its environment and will feed well, as a result.
I used to have a King Snake when I lived in Florida, and I handled it so much that the snake must have thought that I was just a big, warm friendly rock that it could perch on. I used to take her for "walks" around the trailer park, and I could feel her tightening around my neck, as if hanging on for the ride.
When winter came and the trailer was colder in general, she would cling to my hand as I watched Letterman on my little black and white TV and, as her body temperature rose to match mine, it would feel like she was melting into my hand and I would sense her presence in my hand less and less, outside of a ripple of muscle movement, here and there. She would stare at the TV screen, as if entranced.
But, I also need at least one, but probably both, tires on my bike replaced. And, I want to go first class there, too, with kevlar tires and heavy duty tubes, perhaps the ones with Slime™ already in them, to seal punctures as they occur.
Then, there is the matter of a new harmonica.
If I am intending to resume busking, then....you guessed it, I want to go first class. I am very curious about the 80 dollar Suzuki "Promaster" harmonicas, but will probably settle for another Special 20, in the key of C.
It's not that $1,200 isn't a decent chunk of money, it's that the next installment of any kind, whether from busking, or from a second stimulus check is uncertain.
When buying an 80 dollar harmonica today, I might be spending August's cat food money. It's very hard to budget in uncertainty.
But, outside of another water fasting period, it is going to take effort on my part to resume a regular blogging schedule.
This post was supposed to have a song attached to it off of Soundcloud, but the time involved in selecting and preparing that song, along with uploading it, choosing some art work to display while it plays, or, optimally, making a video of some kind for it.
Which brings me to the next item of a digital camera of some kind. I am torn between trying to reclaim my LG smartphone from the boneyard, by either having it reset, or by paying for the service to be turned back on. The latter is unlikely, since I would want to use it as a hot spot, and that is a more expensive "plan."
I want to be able to shoot video on it, and then Bluetooth it from the phone to the laptop, so that I can once again make music videos.
I really wish I had spent a little more time on The Virus Song, from the last video. I had meant to edit out the word "tit" (from where the bat bit Miley Cyrus) because it threw the rhythm off. In my haste, it got left in there, and now I cringe at that part if I ever watch it.
Left: Can I even finish a 5,000 piece puzzle before giving up on it, or having Harold swallow a piece or two?
Only by water fasting would I be able to tame the scattered thoughts and energies in my mind, re-prioritize things and organize things in my mind in order to have a clear path and goal.
But, off I go to get wine. Hopefully I can get a song posted up here. I want to start to replace the songs in the sidebar with updated and better versions.
As soon as I am proud of this blog, I will start to use search engine optimization techniques, like it to my Facebook page, and do other things like printing up business cards with the URL on them, etc...
Blog, what blog?
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| I swear the universe metaphysically conjured up the 5,000 piece |
| jigsaw puzzle, solely as a device for messing with me. |
Being on "lock down," along with, I guess, everyone else, it might seem as though I would be posting left and right on this blog.
But, apart from the couple of weeks that I spent on a water fast, I have found my appetite for diversion to be greater than my ability to get everything done that I would like.
I just got back from the Goodwill Store, where I picked up 3 more books to take their place among the 40 or so that I am "in the middle of" reading.
I have given up on being able to start a book from page one and then proceed until I am finished with it.
For one thing, choosing which book to read is a dilemma. So, I jump around between the 40 or so (out of a library of 250 or so) and will even dive into the middle of a book somewhere, just to see if reading a few paragraphs, plants an interest within me to read more. This would really be because of the writer's style, and the fact that a couple random pages from the middle of a novel should be enough to pique my curiosity enough so that I might go back to the beginning.
I can divide my library into the categories of "entertainment" and "educational."
But, now that I think about it, I consider all the reading I do to be educational. With the Spanish II textbook, or the ones on the Perl programming language, the educational angle is more obvious. But, even if I read a John Grisham novel, expecting to be intrigued and entertained, I am always trying to learn something about writing, or to learn something about the justice system, etc.
I only read a fraction, when I smoke pot, of what I would when totally sober (as exemplified when I am on a water fast, and my appetite for any mind altering substance becomes negligible). I actually only record a fraction of the music, do a fraction of the drawings, and a fraction of the blog posts also, that I would do if not smoking weed.
Lately, if I drink, I can feel the energy escaping me like the air out of a balloon that has a pinhole in it. With each sip, whatever I am doing starts to grind down to a near halt, at which point I will lay back on the bed, often without turning the lights out first, and conclude that the laundry, the computer programming, and the guitar practice, can wait until "tomorrow."
I might stumble into the kitchen to chow down on food that is intended to last me at least a few days...
But, as I type this, I am about to hop on my bike and go get a bottle of $4.37 wine, which is kind of a "store brand" of Rouses Market (and is probably just the Glen Ellen, or the Roberto Mondavi with the store brand label on it, priced at half as much as them.
As the stimulus check money evaporates, and the news about a "second dose" of them is not too promising for the near future, I am already at the point of having to cut corners and choose one thing over another.
I had thought about getting a pet snake; a King Snake. They make great pets and are fun to feed with rodents and birds and lizards and even other snakes; not to mention eggs.
But, even though I can buy a Florida King Snake for about 50 bucks; their delivery requires next day service and is an additional 45 bucks.
Plus, I would want to go first class, with an aquarium equipped with an electric "hot rock," and I would want to be able to feed it very regularly, as well as take it out and handle it every day for as long as possible, so that it won't be stressed out over its environment and will feed well, as a result.
I used to have a King Snake when I lived in Florida, and I handled it so much that the snake must have thought that I was just a big, warm friendly rock that it could perch on. I used to take her for "walks" around the trailer park, and I could feel her tightening around my neck, as if hanging on for the ride.
When winter came and the trailer was colder in general, she would cling to my hand as I watched Letterman on my little black and white TV and, as her body temperature rose to match mine, it would feel like she was melting into my hand and I would sense her presence in my hand less and less, outside of a ripple of muscle movement, here and there. She would stare at the TV screen, as if entranced.
But, I also need at least one, but probably both, tires on my bike replaced. And, I want to go first class there, too, with kevlar tires and heavy duty tubes, perhaps the ones with Slime™ already in them, to seal punctures as they occur.
Then, there is the matter of a new harmonica.
If I am intending to resume busking, then....you guessed it, I want to go first class. I am very curious about the 80 dollar Suzuki "Promaster" harmonicas, but will probably settle for another Special 20, in the key of C.
It's not that $1,200 isn't a decent chunk of money, it's that the next installment of any kind, whether from busking, or from a second stimulus check is uncertain.
When buying an 80 dollar harmonica today, I might be spending August's cat food money. It's very hard to budget in uncertainty.
But, outside of another water fasting period, it is going to take effort on my part to resume a regular blogging schedule.
This post was supposed to have a song attached to it off of Soundcloud, but the time involved in selecting and preparing that song, along with uploading it, choosing some art work to display while it plays, or, optimally, making a video of some kind for it.
Which brings me to the next item of a digital camera of some kind. I am torn between trying to reclaim my LG smartphone from the boneyard, by either having it reset, or by paying for the service to be turned back on. The latter is unlikely, since I would want to use it as a hot spot, and that is a more expensive "plan."
I want to be able to shoot video on it, and then Bluetooth it from the phone to the laptop, so that I can once again make music videos.
I really wish I had spent a little more time on The Virus Song, from the last video. I had meant to edit out the word "tit" (from where the bat bit Miley Cyrus) because it threw the rhythm off. In my haste, it got left in there, and now I cringe at that part if I ever watch it.
Only by water fasting would I be able to tame the scattered thoughts and energies in my mind, re-prioritize things and organize things in my mind in order to have a clear path and goal.
But, off I go to get wine. Hopefully I can get a song posted up here. I want to start to replace the songs in the sidebar with updated and better versions.
As soon as I am proud of this blog, I will start to use search engine optimization techniques, like it to my Facebook page, and do other things like printing up business cards with the URL on them, etc...
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