Category: Idling
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Do We Need To Have A Chat?
Whispers only entangle those who had no business being involved in the first place. So. Let’s get this done and over with. If I have offended you, if I have slighted you, if I have done wrong against you or against those you defend, if you want to have some * words with me, let’s…
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Hindsight in 2020.
I have a ring that has been worn nearly every day since it was given to me nearly five years ago. A sort of large “cocktail” ring with a good size “stone” of composite amber in resin, which is then set in silver. I have always loved the deep rich color of the stone and…
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It’s My Car But I’m Its Driver
I used to be a High Snob™ about gems, crystals, stones, and goods made from them. A man-made opal was for the pretties but if you wanted True Opal Power™, then it had to be a nature-made opal that was likely mined using questionable labor practices at best. It was all about honoring the natural…
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A Favourite Food – Roast Beef Sandwich
A roast beef sandwich preparation was shared with me, and my dear readers, I have got to put this together. It makes me hungry just looking at it. Also: for a Roast Beef Sandwich, I lightly grill the bread, add a mayo/balsamic vinegar/garlic/black pepper dressing whose ingredients vary by mood beyond that, very thinly sliced…
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Taking Coordinates
“I don’t know how to start writing about this, Oba, Iyoba. I have been silent for so long, do I even know how to make words flow again. Would that I had your determination to follow through, Oba. Would that I had your resolve to make things happen, Iyoba. I guess I have to start…
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This Is Not An Update
I’m not supposed to be blogging. I’m supposed to be finishing up a thing that according to the clock will only take me a few hours at most if I be meticulous about it but has taken me literally one week to acknowledge and one more week to determine what exactly has to be done.…
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No Favour To Return
This is probably not helpful, because I’m much younger than you and not part of any community to speak of but: I have been quietly following you since I made a tumblr to follow people with because I was in a cult in my teens and something no one ever talks about is the ANGER…
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It’s another day that ends with “Y”
And my bullshit never ceased. I just stopped talking publicly about it.
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Waving back.
Forgive me, I’m out of practice. The words tangle in the web of my feelings and fears. When I poured my words on Tumblr it was a lot easier to post without structure. I told myself that this blog was reserved for formal statements without comment. Truth being that this blog was reserved for long…