tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674412957462989542024-03-12T22:42:01.531-05:00Coelacanth PressCoelocanth PressCorpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-39286511754135237102022-08-10T12:13:00.001-05:002022-08-10T12:13:08.456-05:00When you need a vacation but you don't want to travel to the vacation.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're going to the Humongous Fungus Festival in Michigan.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I want to go. I actually asked to go. I haven't been on a vacation, an actual vacation where you just go to have fun and no other reason, in...I don't know five years? More?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But I don't want to travel. I don't like driving or riding long distances. A long distance is more than twenty minutes for me. I don't want to sleep in a bed that's not mine. I don't want to leave my cats. We have a house-sitter we trust; I just don't want to leave them. I don't want to leave my garden. I'll water tonight, but what if it gets really hot? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But I really do want to go to the festival.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RoYU4jC8rrzerVfVjAU9Jo5KwPUTrm4kb0YLuMM4P-qEdLBwWx5rJL1KuwWDWYWjzuDZZ5QEizeR5a8jrzFdr-LoQJ1u7WE06CXx4AvzCdGSAc2HbSsLZGbS_Lu24vhOQz02DHQdaxruMERJ6AyloJbXVcV9t7b93GjJFqodF9L6mWBERKNSPC71/s4032/20171008_091105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-RoYU4jC8rrzerVfVjAU9Jo5KwPUTrm4kb0YLuMM4P-qEdLBwWx5rJL1KuwWDWYWjzuDZZ5QEizeR5a8jrzFdr-LoQJ1u7WE06CXx4AvzCdGSAc2HbSsLZGbS_Lu24vhOQz02DHQdaxruMERJ6AyloJbXVcV9t7b93GjJFqodF9L6mWBERKNSPC71/s320/20171008_091105.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>These are not Michigan mushrooms. I took this picture in 2015, I think. I tried to find my drawing of a fairy ring but this is what you get. Aren't they cute? They were so delicate.</p><p>We're leaving tomorrow and I've procrastinated because if I don't prepare I won't really have to go, right? No, that's not how it works and now have a huge list of stuff to do today. We're leaving tomorrow.</p> <p></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-15105510036192888632022-08-08T18:49:00.004-05:002022-08-08T18:49:48.939-05:00Having one of those days, one of those high anxiety days.<p>High Anxiety.</p><p>That's the post. I tried to write more about the anxiety, but that just added to the anxiety. The kind of anxiety where you're not having a panic attack but that's only because you haven't been asked to go anywhere or do anything.</p><p>So basically still a panic attack, but just about existing. And you smoke too much and drink too much coffee and of course that doesn't help.</p><p>I go over my gratitudes. I go over the things for which I have gratitude. Gratitudes sounds better, stop telling me it's not a word, Spellcheck Redline. I feel gratitude, but the anxiety doesn't care. </p><p>Spellcheck Redline has no imagination. </p><p>And I try to make myself feel better by resting and distracting myself, but then I'm just anxious about how much more I'll have to do when I feel "better". </p><p>Better is relative. </p><p><span style="text-align: center;">Here's a picture of my cat sitting in the clean laundry to balance out my emotional issues. Isn't she cute?</span></p><div><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcgAb8JA414m4tfHxGV7pi1nNhGsnEccfF9VubH56rcq4BxyfkjVQonMjqkHRggOcRUYuo9j9Kjd74qgmB1OArEXWXyRbn8SNI29A8sQJuhlAwiViAyfvuw9xKFlPMwPPkQ-cox64iNRUCE0Uwy3FsRMwrG2kZHabtohI2WGBe32uCA3_YGMnxNYz/s4032/20220102_105524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Black cat sitting on a bed in a pile of clean towels." border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcgAb8JA414m4tfHxGV7pi1nNhGsnEccfF9VubH56rcq4BxyfkjVQonMjqkHRggOcRUYuo9j9Kjd74qgmB1OArEXWXyRbn8SNI29A8sQJuhlAwiViAyfvuw9xKFlPMwPPkQ-cox64iNRUCE0Uwy3FsRMwrG2kZHabtohI2WGBe32uCA3_YGMnxNYz/w240-h320/20220102_105524.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little abyss, Queen of the Clean Towels.</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-34984516941742660142022-08-07T12:51:00.001-05:002022-08-07T12:51:45.567-05:00Always with the tests and practice.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Lawd, I thought once I was out of school I was done with the homework and tests and practice. Not so, Grasshopper.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I'm reading and researching, writing scripts, doing practice videos, figuring out where to look for the camera, testing makeup looks, trying to figure out how to set up my new phone so that it's a good height for recording. Shew. I don't want the camera (phone camera, but still) to be tilted up at me because I don't want people looking up my nostrils. I'm...how do you say it, sensitive? Self-conscious, that's it, I'm self-conscious about the size of my nose already (it's a feature on my father's side) and I feel better when the camera is straight on or slightly above my eye line so my huge nostrils aren't front and center.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So many things to remember. Good posture. Leaning back is unattractive for the lines of the neck and face and leaning forward looks hunched and draws attention to the jowls,</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I'm once again frustrated by the makeup. The new camera has much higher definition. I was worried it would show more of the lines in my face and you know what, they are that bad. I've been consistent about my skin care routine. I need to do better moisturizing my lips and for god's sake, STOP SMOKING. The lips naturally thin as one ages and I didn't have super full lips to begin with. When you draw on a cigarette you reinforce those tiny lines around you lips. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Now, you may be asking (because I know I am), why does all this matter? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Why do I need to worry about this nonsense, why do I need to look "better", shouldn't my personality be all I need? I'M FUN.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Maybe. Maybe so. But I will be editing these videos. And if I'm cringing over all these things I won't be focusing on what's important. COMEDY!!!! Oh, and learning. But hey, comedy helps. I want to be fun and entertaining, that helps bring people in and we can all learn and grow together. If I can develop a natural screen presence then I'll feel far more comfortable making the videos and take less time editing them. Once I learn how to edit on my phone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Gotta learn to sparkle, Shirley!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Surely I can learn to sparkle. I've already got the curly hair, that's mine naturally. Now I just need to grow an onscreen persona. Easy as pie.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">See? That's entertainment. And we learned why it's important. Yay!</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-R-cVzHJcPJTFYFgIDy56nBteUDrmQD_P7AIezZomDs48nbXSec8j6qBllx1n9t4XQJmWKEr7ERB1hatXVmhTeV9CwQ_fFs_KI7wBkkgoU5UibhZ6Ci-8yyL7YkxVzyGuqAfgwJXdFU8yaD4HLL2CsZMF9uxbhtLdHnJBf5w23EkZ64i_8NCN9NjV/s1280/shirley%20temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="908" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-R-cVzHJcPJTFYFgIDy56nBteUDrmQD_P7AIezZomDs48nbXSec8j6qBllx1n9t4XQJmWKEr7ERB1hatXVmhTeV9CwQ_fFs_KI7wBkkgoU5UibhZ6Ci-8yyL7YkxVzyGuqAfgwJXdFU8yaD4HLL2CsZMF9uxbhtLdHnJBf5w23EkZ64i_8NCN9NjV/w284-h400/shirley%20temple.jpg" width="284" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shirley Temple, mid-sparkle.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-4892825297028414962022-08-06T20:31:00.004-05:002022-08-06T20:31:56.006-05:00If you can't walk in through the door....<p> ....climb in through the window. </p><p>I've been trying to start a YouTube channel and been frustrated at every turn because all of my tech is so old. My laptop was bought in 2009. My phone was an Samsung S8. We were given an a camera, a Nikon D3300, but my antique laptop won't run any of the video editing software I need.</p><p>I was grumbling to myself this morning because I've watched plenty of videos and read web articles and books that say you can start with just a phone. But my phone was so old!</p><p>Hey. Duh. I bought that four years ago, at least. When did it come out? 2017. Yep. Definitely time for an upgrade. </p><p>So that's what I did. Upgraded to a top of the line Samsung. Now I just need to figure out the video editing on the phone. It has a built in stylus!</p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-37583241035967757582022-07-19T15:05:00.003-05:002022-07-19T15:05:58.485-05:00Look out! He's watching you!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYyRZWdaTo40DknoDsuEg2I15cBG4eQMqFUNnWbMpzG4w-QVSyn7aEgYl2TPb6AN77lBb9GD-05fWBxiGBlrxnZwJJn2ROnjBax-OfEsK4PqoBVvGciyzlbRumQDGHQ3WaccIFzAHRXzWqMDgmMjwqgl8mlG7-jTj6wspVsaFV7-bZJIjYyeRwc_M/s1024/WIN_20220719_14_36_40_Pro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYyRZWdaTo40DknoDsuEg2I15cBG4eQMqFUNnWbMpzG4w-QVSyn7aEgYl2TPb6AN77lBb9GD-05fWBxiGBlrxnZwJJn2ROnjBax-OfEsK4PqoBVvGciyzlbRumQDGHQ3WaccIFzAHRXzWqMDgmMjwqgl8mlG7-jTj6wspVsaFV7-bZJIjYyeRwc_M/s320/WIN_20220719_14_36_40_Pro.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJTTafDDpOmtvbhaGruoHG1c3_8saiumGRM-eFb1rdNxwRIWNiSqlJK7V740uDpUZaW1lYkprdO65Mz6Xe8J6nltb64Akj67fsdpmYkmC2TCmW60s__dgL-3A-PqXgtuNvFV-GtfFt6585XCgzWqX-fmPkChO9W3DwaaEPTrbR0o2dzjYqfJv3Swq/s1600/1657658802906944-0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJTTafDDpOmtvbhaGruoHG1c3_8saiumGRM-eFb1rdNxwRIWNiSqlJK7V740uDpUZaW1lYkprdO65Mz6Xe8J6nltb64Akj67fsdpmYkmC2TCmW60s__dgL-3A-PqXgtuNvFV-GtfFt6585XCgzWqX-fmPkChO9W3DwaaEPTrbR0o2dzjYqfJv3Swq/s320/1657658802906944-0.png" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Keerist, I don't even look the same person. Well, I guess I do, I just don't feel like that's the same person. I don't feel like that person is me, the one on the left. That's two days apart there, not ten years. The right side is no makeup in natural light. The left is with minimal makeup in the light from my bathroom. I didn't even use a filter. But I don't like wearing makeup, not even minimal. I can feel it on my skin, sitting there, feeling weird. I've gone thirty years not wearing makeup. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This laptop is thirteen years old. I don't even want to think about what an up-to-date PC camera is going to do. All those evil mega-pixels, or whatever they are, picking up every last wrinkle and sag.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Welcome to my first world problem. Although I kinda feel like there should be a better name for it that First World, Third World shit is tired and classicist. Is there a Second World? I suppose I could google it, except I don't use Google to search anymore. Where's a Gen-Zer to tell me what they use nowadays?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My Facebook and Instagram hiatus will be up soon. At least, the year and I day I vowed to stay off is up July 22. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I did some of the things I set out to do. And didn't do others. I don't want to talk about. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't have to go back on of course, but I'm itching to start a new writing idea, an idea for sort of memoirs. I have a mosquito bite on my left inner wrist and it's itching like crazy. More than one thing is itching.</div><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-84694515532113791452022-07-14T16:56:00.001-05:002022-07-14T16:56:59.728-05:00Well, I got something done.I had planned to design a memorial necklace for my cat Loki. He was extra special, my Professional Therapy Cat. I gave him that title in jest, but he really was an emotional support for me. I don't want to talk about how he passed. 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</div><br>Crawling back to wellness after six years of dark times is exhausting. I used to be fit. I used to be stable. I used to write. I used to finish things, projects I mean.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm really trying but I'm so tired.</div>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-83430277702185999642022-06-18T14:53:00.003-05:002022-06-18T14:53:53.874-05:00Practice makes practice. <p> Hmmm. It seems I can post text from my phone, but not photos. Alas. </p><p>I've been taking a long break from social media, from Facebook and Instagram. In fact, it's been nearly a year. I set the hiatus for a year and a day. It has helped calm my chaotic brain but I haven't progressed in healing as much as I had hoped I would. I still have intrusive thoughts which I've tried to drown out with YouTube. </p><p>You know what I miss the most? Not connections with friends and family or keeping up with current events...good lord, NOT current events. Posting pictures. </p><p>But I can't post photos on the blog from my phone. </p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-91724733711422670222022-04-05T15:38:00.005-05:002022-04-05T15:38:59.029-05:00And another trip back to square one --the scary square. <p> Soooooo, trying to figure out how to upload photos to a post from my phone. If I could post from my phone it would be simpler to keep up a habit. But I prefer posting wih photos and I'm not seeing how to do it. </p><p>Frustration. </p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-90519621016592907642021-12-18T08:17:00.002-06:002021-12-18T08:23:59.852-06:00THIS had better not be my fifteen minutes of fame...<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Dear god in heaven, what the holy blue fuck.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">When I sit down to make a new post, I check my stats first. To see if there is anyone out there, anywhere, picking up what I'm putting down.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So far, so not really. Oh, I do have hits. Sometimes up to twenty a day. From all over the world. For ONE. STINKING. PAGE. A page entitled, "Time doth flit; oh, shit." People from all over the whole entire world are looking up this phrase, I guess to see what it means? And my blog entry usually comes up right near the top in the searches. Occasionally it's the first one. Yes, I check this. Hoping it will not be true.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">This...just floors me. And frustrates me, will I be principally known as the blogger who provided an explanation for who said this and possibly what it means. It's like...going viral for pointing at the exit in a clever way, "This way to the Great EGRESS." Except in this version that's what people wanted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Okay, that analogy doesn't quite work like I want it too.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Yes, I could change the title of the post. At least, I think that would work. Eventually it would stop showing up in searches. Or I could delete the page all together. But I shouldn't have to! For one, it has a brief story about an interaction with sons. And for another, MY OWN SPARKLING WIT AND PERSONALITY SHOULD WIN OUT!!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Okay. Okay. I'm just going to delete the offending material. I mean, edit the page.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5BJl3DXhEPZgdwb1SzprGaUiSvbkfHIJv0QTH4TRZZBpKV8iMUv5TBAWesFrBNNFpoxormdHcdO0e_1gRBvydspCpnxu9dVNvaTSC7cO46pK0dYLtq6OoaO6y3HTONKgcxp23ugmJ_kGth5cGifxaIWy7WhTVMWyY0u6870bcANamXV9Zaa4ZM_Ur=s314" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="314" data-original-width="311" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5BJl3DXhEPZgdwb1SzprGaUiSvbkfHIJv0QTH4TRZZBpKV8iMUv5TBAWesFrBNNFpoxormdHcdO0e_1gRBvydspCpnxu9dVNvaTSC7cO46pK0dYLtq6OoaO6y3HTONKgcxp23ugmJ_kGth5cGifxaIWy7WhTVMWyY0u6870bcANamXV9Zaa4ZM_Ur" width="311" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Your days are numbered, Dottie. Victory will be mine!!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">There. Done. I win. You can't make me be famous for something stupid! Only<i> <b><u>I</u> </b></i>can make myself famous for something stupid!</span></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-12907465641849692612021-12-09T11:49:00.004-06:002021-12-09T11:49:57.404-06:00Bonsai tree: I think it's a juniper? The tag only said bonsai.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Here's a "for me" update. It will probably be dull for you but I'm trying to get my balance back.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Well, November was -- rough. I love our little family Thanksgiving and we only have a small feast, but the gearing up and preparation and the driving and the shopping and all -- it's hard on my, er, psyche? So things slid by the way side. I was doing really well up until November 1st. I had been using my bullet journal, doing my book work consistently, crossing stuff offa da list on the regular. I wanted to add in a cleaning schedule and --</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I probably should NOT have tried to do that before a holiday. Note to self: don't add new things into the routine before any kind of holiday, trip, visit, brain-draining-spoon-gobbling interactions, or general what-have-youse.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Before I tripped and skinned my mental knee, I was doing better with a single weekly blog update on Saturday. I did four weeks in a row! We're all set! It's habit now, right? RIGHT!? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It was not habit yet.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I was thinking this morning, since I've missed so many -- wait, how many? Counting....oof, five. I was thinking this morning, as I drove to the post office, I've missed so many, should I do a quick update today? But the schedule is for Saturday, sez Myself. We can wait.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Myself is lazy and would prefer to play Skyrim for several hours. One day I'll write a book about Self and Myself. She's lazy and sort of mean, but I think she's were my humour comes from and lawd, can't lose that. But Myself doesn't make the rules, Self does and we're making one today and Saturday.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">A few months ago I bought a bonsai tree at Meijer. Oh -- I'm going to change the subject. I bought a bonsai tree, I think it's a juniper? And despite being in basic potting soil in a very small pot that did not have a drainage hole, in a window with only about four hours of light a day, it's done just fine. I finally bought a bonsai pot and soil for it and repotted it and I am just so pleased with it, I think it's a happy plant.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TKeO-WIxc4/YbI81Ah3_BI/AAAAAAAAIrE/hNb5VPlF_X8OFrsRPeNmgHFosdgGYSoSgCNcBGAsYHQ/s2048/20211208_143705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TKeO-WIxc4/YbI81Ah3_BI/AAAAAAAAIrE/hNb5VPlF_X8OFrsRPeNmgHFosdgGYSoSgCNcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/20211208_143705.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">My little juniper in a proper bonsai pot, <br />with proper bonsai soil and new rock friends.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3SooLzQmFuc/YbI8tl54R9I/AAAAAAAAIrA/F48usZdb9eIoRLHTzP9ChGamAQ2d3-pHwCNcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/20211208_143722.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">With no effort on my part my Christmas cactus is getting ready to bloom.<br />I looked it up. My chilly home office has the perfect conditions for bloomage.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-57883136854290849592021-10-30T08:50:00.001-05:002021-10-30T08:50:45.176-05:00I was going to define the word fortitude too, but the non-hurricanes took up all my time.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> Well, dear readers, today's posit: "Does the west coast of the United States get hurricanes? You know: California, the Pacific coast, and Oregon and stuff?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Wait...is that the correct usage of "posit"?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Checking....please stand by.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JPdEG0OVro/YX08AIXB1xI/AAAAAAAAIjQ/-AAs-aazhh8NCWwrvoR6CAluglkEdHn8QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/loading%2Bimage%2Bnitra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5JPdEG0OVro/YX08AIXB1xI/AAAAAAAAIjQ/-AAs-aazhh8NCWwrvoR6CAluglkEdHn8QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/loading%2Bimage%2Bnitra.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Image credit: <a href="https://youtu.be/lbD5EDqRRAM" target="_blank">Nitra</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Hrrrmmm. <a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/posit">Not really.</a> Posit is more of putting forth a statement for debate or discussion. I just need an answer, not a discussion. FACTS!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Okay, here's the answer. No hurricanes for Cali, because wind and water. There's that sorted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Here's the longer, more factful answer. According to <a href="https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/why-do-hurricanes-hit-the-east-coast-of-the-u-s-but-never-the-west-coast/" target="_blank">people who know things about oceans and hurricanes</a> (Chris W. Landsea and Kerry Emmanuel) they need a source of warm water to form and be maintained. The hurricanes, not the people. We all know how people are formed and maintained, right? Right?!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Factful is a word if I say it is. Also, are we just gonna ignore the whole "guy who researches hurricanes is named Landsea" thing? We are? Okay.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Anyway, a hurricane needs warm water, above 80° F (that's 26.5° C). That's thermal energy, baby! When a hurricane is born, they form over the warm water in the tropics and subtropics and then the move in a general westward direction with the tradewinds and also drift towards the pole. The North pole. Because who'd want to drift towards the south pole? Except maybe penquins. And maybe hurricanes formed in the sounthern hemisphere, I don't know; this article wasn't about them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The west coast of the United States doesn't have water that warm, you have to go down to the coastline of central Mexico to find the requisite temperature water.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzJkIEb0ZV4/YX1EoBwFkzI/AAAAAAAAIjY/JjsM6RagTEI03PHiOe9dwAVAEQuwQxXfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s900/pacific%2Bocean%2Bhurricane%2Bmap.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="665" data-original-width="900" height="295" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PzJkIEb0ZV4/YX1EoBwFkzI/AAAAAAAAIjY/JjsM6RagTEI03PHiOe9dwAVAEQuwQxXfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h295/pacific%2Bocean%2Bhurricane%2Bmap.png" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://www.nhc.noaa.gov/" target="_blank">The National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration</a><br />says no penquins are expected on the central coast of Mexico for the next 48 hours.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So when a hurricane does form, as it moves north and west it tends and by the time it reaches the area off California it's getting cooler water (from 50° - 65° F) and can't maintain it's thermal energy, so no hurricane force winds. It downgrades to a tropical storm, which can still cause a lot of trouble because of the amount of rainfall.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So...there. Cali doesn't get hurricanes, but they do have drought, mudslides when the drought suddenly ends, and earthquakes. So there's that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">--------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/" target="_blank">Merriam-Webster</a> (defining mostly English words since 1828!)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><u><a href="https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/why-do-hurricanes-hit-the-east-coast-of-the-u-s-but-never-the-west-coast/" target="_blank">Why do hurricanes hit the East Coast of the United States but never the West Coast?</a></u> - Scientific American Online, October 21, 1999</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.nhc.noaa.gov/" target="_blank">National Hurricane Center and Central Pacific Hurricane Center</a> of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration </span></p><p><a href="https://wrcc.dri.edu/Climate/narrative_ca.php" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Western Regional Climate Center</span></a></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Nitra: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1f12vvROOYhzZOA9_PsnJA" target="_blank">YouTube</a> and <a href="https://nitrammn.com/" target="_blank">Website</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-17114961611467580152021-10-23T10:06:00.000-05:002021-10-23T10:06:01.783-05:00I'm staring at a blank page.<p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Oh, how the blank page taunts me. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I took a <a href="https://www.domestika.org/en" target="_blank">Domestika</a> course--<a href="https://www.domestika.org/en/courses/1779-creative-writing-for-beginners-bringing-your-story-to-life" target="_blank">Creative Writing for Beginners: Bringing Your Story to Life</a>. While I ultimately did not finish the course-- being unable to identify my "passion", the objective of the course being to write a short story about your passion through memories-- I did learn a few interesting techniques for helping to get unstuck when you're stuck. For when the blank page is MOCKING YOU. The instructor didn't mention any mocking, but you know what I mean, dear reader, do you not?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Perhaps you are asking, "But Corpus, isn't your passion writing? Or art? or somesuch?" And I would think, thank you for using the word somesuch; I like it and it's used so rarely these days.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Then I would say, "Yes, but...you have to be able to feel the passion and right now I kind of feel nothing but numb and achy at the same time." I did get an idea for a story, a story about the arguements I have in my head. A book about the different facets of myself that just seem to appear when I go about my day and the one I don't let out to play because she's not a nice person and you better believe she would just make a mess. She's gotten out before and it was not pleasant for me afterwards.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Of course it won't be a true story. No true events, that would be tedious and yet horrible for me <i>and</i> the reader. Just based on personal experience. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Now this page is no longer blank. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">I do feel defeated for not having finished the course, but I did try very hard. I didn't quit at the first sign of frustration. It was not fault of the instructor, Shaun Levin, he was very encouraging, helpful, and kind, and had useful information. I may look at other courses by him. But this course was not for me. Maybe choosing a course for absolute beginners was the problem. I think of myself as a beginner because I don't have a college degree and I haven't published anything. I'm always worried the more advanced courses are TOO advanced and I'll end up drowned and quit in misery.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">But I did not quit in misery. I made a conscious, thought-out decision to put aside a course that didn't cost very much ($12.00? I think) and didn't have a grade or any instructor feedback at the end of it. Since I'm not getting anything out of it I want to free up that time I was spending on it to find other courses for editing, illustration, and self publishing. I don't need my books to have illustrations throughout but I would like to design the cover myself. And possibly write a few childrens books later.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Aaaannnnddd...I didn't use any of the techniques for getting unstuck today. Well, we need a picture, don't we? I like each entry to have at least one picture. Let's dig in my photos and see what we can find.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">You can tell I'm in a mixed state (the numbness and apathy, "I just want to sleep" of depression and the scattered, zippy, crashy "No, we must play XBox allllll daaaaay!!!!!" of mania) when I used more...er...formal sounding language and fewer contractions.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpNpmuRN-Gg/YXQeS5k3vdI/AAAAAAAAIh0/a5Isj1RAUGAmp6AYaGrFh83DGSXQcDwcACPcBGAsYHg/s3372/20210225_180910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2723" data-original-width="3372" height="517" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TpNpmuRN-Gg/YXQeS5k3vdI/AAAAAAAAIh0/a5Isj1RAUGAmp6AYaGrFh83DGSXQcDwcACPcBGAsYHg/w640-h517/20210225_180910.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">Here's a peacock I drew! Insert screechy peacock noise here.<br />I used a <a href="https://design.tutsplus.com/tutorials/how-to-draw-a-peacock--cms-32004" target="_blank">tutorial</a>.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-75115299448930410562021-10-16T10:18:00.003-05:002021-10-23T10:08:27.869-05:00I had a whole thing planned...<div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I wrote down so many blog ideas since my last blog post. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And now...here I am! It's Saturday! Time to make a blog post! Be productive!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And I don't know what to do. Or rather, now I don't want to do any of them, at least not today. I'll just post the links I would use to research, how about that?</span></div></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I made <a href="https://www.bobsredmill.com/corn-grits-polenta.html" target="_blank">polenta</a> and it rocked. Let me tell you about it!</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.sciplus.com/" target="_blank">I bought a globe</a> and it was exhausting and I wasn't even the driver!</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I want <a href="https://www.nostalgicimpressions.com/All-Sealing-Wax-Types-s/1.htm" target="_blank">old fashioned sealing wax</a> for my letters but that's not good for the post office's sorting equipment. Probably.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.diffen.com/difference/Fur_vs_Hair" target="_blank">Is it fur or hair?</a> Do animals have fur or hair? When you pet a cat you say you are stroking their fur, but if some of that fur gets on your clothes you say there is cat hair on your clothes. So is it fur or hair? What is the difference and does it really matter?</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.naturalnavigator.com/news/2016/08/the-difference-between-mist-and-fog/" target="_blank">Mist vs. Fog</a> - What <i>is</i> the difference? I thought they came from different directions, but it seems it only looks like that.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://pondacademy.com/lake-vs-pond" target="_blank">Lake vs Pond</a> - Does size matter? It's a deep question. Check in later for more vagure sexual innuendo.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://www.merriam-webster.com/words-at-play/a-lot-vs-allot-usage-spelling" target="_blank">a lot or alot</a> - What's up with that? Merriam-Webster, bringing the puns while telling you which usage is correct. It's "a lot", by the way.</span></li></ul><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I wanted to do pictures for each one, but I can't handle that today.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">This week has not been a great week. I've had a setback week, a week where it feels like everything is falling apart. It's hard to explain in detail without a long explanation of how my bipolar brain works, so setback week will have to sum it up. </span></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I feel like I should just stick to my routine no matter how much I feel like I hate it that week. I allowed myself to skip the gym this week and last week--I'm only going to the gym once a week right now. I was feeling so scattered and high anxiety I thought it would just be better if I stayed home and let my mind rest, but I still feel scattered and high anxiety and now I haven't been to the gym in two weeks.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So maybe just stay on schedule no matter what.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Okay. Let's try that.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I did buy a globe. I went to American Science and Surplus and bought a globe.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUZT85GIdA/YWrjdx5EnRI/AAAAAAAAIgg/ppydFC1EHBM5qc7eYbzfyvbqFmX89Zh6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s510/american%2Bscience%2Band%2Bsurplus%2Bglobe.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="421" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WUZT85GIdA/YWrjdx5EnRI/AAAAAAAAIgg/ppydFC1EHBM5qc7eYbzfyvbqFmX89Zh6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/american%2Bscience%2Band%2Bsurplus%2Bglobe.jpg" width="264" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Afffricaaaaa....<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">It's a basic political globe, meaning it has all the boundry lines and current names of all the countries. I wanted the kind that had just landforms and elevations so you could feel the mountain ranges and no country borders, but that was too expensive.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And now it's sitting on my the shelf next to the plants, being all globey and cool. Looking at all that water makes me feel better. And seeing the how big the earth is and how small our space in it is...somehow that just makes me feel better. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I also bought a few stones, including a polished ammonite slice. I like to hold it and look at the spirals, somehow it just makes me feel calmer.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar80lzio4Vw/YWrqIuEmtXI/AAAAAAAAIgo/Mnd98tNGMtwESmr3rk_eKYwopuQc55srgCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/ammonite.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ar80lzio4Vw/YWrqIuEmtXI/AAAAAAAAIgo/Mnd98tNGMtwESmr3rk_eKYwopuQc55srgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/ammonite.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">My slice was not this perfect, but it works for me.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So, that is the Saturday blog post. Maybe I'll go out to the movies.<br /></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><br />PS--these two photos were nicked from the American Science and Surplus website.<br /><br /></span><div><br /></div></div>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-58324946422822329312021-10-07T12:21:00.002-05:002021-10-07T12:22:02.326-05:00Living up to the past is really unnecessary and probably impossible.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I feel like I should write a blog post every day because I need to train my brain to write even when I don't feel like it, but I spend far too much time looking for images and then falling into the time suck of rereading my old blog posts and thinking, "Hey, that was a good idea, why didn't I keep doing that!" Or "hey, remember when we used to do that and we loved it? Why aren't we still doing that?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And then I'm sad. Then I have to work my way out of sadness and dangit that takes up too much time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Maybe daily blog writing is not for me. I shall assign a blog updates to a week day. Maybe Saturday? Saturday or Sunday. One of those. And FIRMLY remind myself NOT to read old blog entries, I don't care how interesting you thought you were in the past, we want to write books, see? And we can't efficiently learn to do that when we're sad. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Stop changing voice, it's sloppy.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJjbtTtthy4/YV8p4JkrBUI/AAAAAAAAIes/HvNqIhki7d0r_82w2YTFhAd-PT5JwMqJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1000/1384494013-quote-Martina-Navratilova-you-cant-live-in-the-past-theres-26271.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="1000" height="164" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJjbtTtthy4/YV8p4JkrBUI/AAAAAAAAIes/HvNqIhki7d0r_82w2YTFhAd-PT5JwMqJACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/1384494013-quote-Martina-Navratilova-you-cant-live-in-the-past-theres-26271.png" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And I think she would know.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="text-align: center;">I tried to verify this quote, but could only find it on other lists of quotes. </span><span style="text-align: center;">So I don't know if Martina actually said this, but as platitudes go it's less platitudey than most.</span></span><div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">So, this week's update is taken care of (twice) and next Saturday will be recorded in the bullet journal as the day to blog. This Saturday (or Sunday) my daughter and I are going to American Science and Surplus to buy a globe and just because it's darn fun and interesting there. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I'd like to have walls full of world maps, but lets start with a globe. Then you can see how and where the continents and rivers and such lie on the planet. Lay? How they're situated. Earth is tilted on its axis is what I mean and some places aren't where you might think they are.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TL6wZ2vJsU/YV8rwWNxzbI/AAAAAAAAIe0/LSAjblQEZxo46ejuaW2XZ7jkFYJZ1uEfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s510/american%2Bscience%2Band%2Bsurplus%2Bglobe.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="421" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TL6wZ2vJsU/YV8rwWNxzbI/AAAAAAAAIe0/LSAjblQEZxo46ejuaW2XZ7jkFYJZ1uEfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/american%2Bscience%2Band%2Bsurplus%2Bglobe.jpg" width="264" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Globe photo from <a href="https://www.sciplus.com/11-world-globe-63829-p" target="_blank">American Science and Surplus</a> website.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><br /></p></div>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-65723290713912851172021-10-07T11:13:00.000-05:002021-10-07T11:18:21.507-05:00I feel sad for the pet fish at the grocery store.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> I went to Meijer yesterday. Wednesday is Gym and Groceries day. I did not go to the gym because I woke up with a migraine expanding across the right side of my head (I had a detached sense of fascination that I could actually feel it expanding and hear miniscule noises as the pressure built) and while the Excedrin took care of most of it, I didn't want to push it. </span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLEJBXnpWL4/YV8P0c7lHSI/AAAAAAAAIeE/R-tpBxTOED4vXXt_6GpuyGjNQ7EBmglAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/bitty%2Bkoi%2Bat%2Bmeijer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLEJBXnpWL4/YV8P0c7lHSI/AAAAAAAAIeE/R-tpBxTOED4vXXt_6GpuyGjNQ7EBmglAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bitty%2Bkoi%2Bat%2Bmeijer.png" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Photo of bitsy koi from the <a href="https://www.meijer.com/shopping/departments/pet-care/fish.html?icid=T1:Category:PetCare:Fish" target="_blank">Meijer website</a>. <br />I don't think it's a legit <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koi" target="_blank">brocaded carp</a>, but it's pretty.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I was stressed as I entered Meijer: because I had a migraine, because I had to skip the gym and throw off my fragile healthy habit weekly routine, and just because I had to enter Meijer. I had my meal plans for the week and my list done the night before (Tuesday is meal planning and grocery list day and I did it even though I really was tired and finishing a task made me feel better). I remembered to bring my coupons and I knew my budget so all the preparation was done and still...anxiety. </span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTWK5HtHA50/YV8TqA_fN1I/AAAAAAAAIeM/mNWdwC30hY8bM_DonQ6a5oc1OF8C1WCEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/legit%2Bkoi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vTWK5HtHA50/YV8TqA_fN1I/AAAAAAAAIeM/mNWdwC30hY8bM_DonQ6a5oc1OF8C1WCEwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/legit%2Bkoi.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Legit koi in beautiful, peaceful, restful, brain-calming koi pond.<br />See, koi get big. So big. Lots of big.<br />Photo nicked from the <a href="https://nualgiponds.com/koi-pond-care-for-the-summer/" target="_blank">Nualagi Ponds</a> website.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Grocery stores are chaotic places, so many things, so many choices, so many temptations, so many people. But I need to be able to choose my groceries myself. I don't want other people doing it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I write long sentences. I do try and break them up, but then I just go ahead and write more long sentences. Which I then have to take the time to break up. And then where has my point gone? It got lost in the long sentences. So here's another pretty fish to reward you.</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k0i48O3SQM/YV8VT8dr-5I/AAAAAAAAIeU/WbBZeBu5--02QQfBryeDmSBY7w8CNJZSwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/glotetra%2Bat%2Bmeijer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--k0i48O3SQM/YV8VT8dr-5I/AAAAAAAAIeU/WbBZeBu5--02QQfBryeDmSBY7w8CNJZSwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/glotetra%2Bat%2Bmeijer.png" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Photo of Glo Tetra from the <a href="https://www.meijer.com/shopping/departments/pet-care/fish.html?icid=T1:Category:PetCare:Fish" target="_blank">Meijer website</a>.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I've been experimenting with entering the store at the other end, the drug store end. The theory is that the frozen and chilled food and produce will be collected at the end of the trip and less subject to thawing, warming, wilting, and crushing. (Use ALL the verbs!)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I had to buy cat litter and I passed by the fish tanks. I was immediately swept over by a desire to watch the fish and bring them home and have a tank for them and take care of them and watch them anytime I wanted.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But I'm a rational person -- sensible, logical, reasonable, pragmatic, whimsical, anxious...wait, what? I really want a fish tank and fishes to watch. I felt sad for them, because their holding tanks are boring: no pebbles, no plants, no place to hide and chill. I want the fishes to have a sort of proper home. How long will they live without a proper home? Poor fishes. They were still peaceful to watch as they floated in their burbling water.</span></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaafT-mFhgQ/YV8X2LH_JbI/AAAAAAAAIec/09Y8y3B3qJQrcZ5eDgmL6CTzbdxxZFrwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/shubunkin%2Bat%2Bmeijer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YaafT-mFhgQ/YV8X2LH_JbI/AAAAAAAAIec/09Y8y3B3qJQrcZ5eDgmL6CTzbdxxZFrwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/shubunkin%2Bat%2Bmeijer.png" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Photo of shobunkin from the <a href="https://www.meijer.com/shopping/departments/pet-care/fish.html?icid=T1:Category:PetCare:Fish" target="_blank">Meijer website</a>.<br />This actually looks more koi-like</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br />I have no place to put a proper aquarium and no money to buy a proper aquarium and no real concept of how to care for an aquarium and the fishes in it. I promised myself that every Gym and Grocery Wednesday I should stop by the fish tanks and entertain some peace before braving the chaos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But I did find this aquarium video on YouTube and it will have to do. Maybe...maybe...I can buy a book about caring for fishes in home aquariums and learn what type of fishes live peaceably with each other and one day have a small aquarium with two or three fish.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/KLMhVJlOb3E" width="480"></iframe></span></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-12781878116640944292021-10-06T09:59:00.002-05:002021-10-06T10:23:12.759-05:00...and it makes me giggle every time.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I realized yesterday that I haven't made a blog post in some time. It was much less some time than some of my previous not making a blog post in some time times, but nevertheless it was still an amount of time that was longer than the shorter amount of time I wanted it to be. Do you follow me? Good.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">See, the blog isn't really supposed to be A Big Important Thing For Writing, it's supposed to be a number of smaller things. For writing, yes, but not writing big, important things...for the habit of writing and putting it out there. I do currently write on a regular basis, but right now it's mostly course work or journaling. The blog is for putting myself out there. How can I, one day, be brave enough to send my work to a literary agent if I can't even put my words into a blog that 99.99% of visitors find because Dorothy Parker said something clever one time and now people use the internet to figure it out where it comes from and what it might mean?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I've been trying to heal my brain, I think I told you, so no Facebook and no Instagram and I never did Twitter anyway, but I am still indulging in YouTube because their is some really interesting, intelligent, and fun content there and if you're lucky it happens all at once. And on days when I'm having issues, it really helps to have something to distract me that is all those things, and this week I've had <a href="https://billwurtz.com/" target="_blank">Bill Wurtz</a> on heavy rotation. The man is a gift to us and his <a href="https://youtu.be/xuCn8ux2gbs" target="_blank">history of the entire world, i guess</a> is the best video ever. EVER. I really like most of his videos (his songs are really cool) but I actually start missing this video if I haven't watched it in a while.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XrDIoG36jTY/YV239Pfo0CI/AAAAAAAAId4/BJdfNRUpYdgkCFoXIF_vHgSbb7F5s0LVgCLcBGAsYHQ/s540/the%2Bsun%2Bis%2Ba%2Bdeadly%2Blazer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="304" data-original-width="540" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XrDIoG36jTY/YV239Pfo0CI/AAAAAAAAId4/BJdfNRUpYdgkCFoXIF_vHgSbb7F5s0LVgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h225/the%2Bsun%2Bis%2Ba%2Bdeadly%2Blazer.png" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Creative Property of Bill Wurtz<br />Thank you, Bill, for just being yourself and letting us join you sometimes.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-55001947366479506662021-09-21T12:27:00.002-05:002021-09-21T12:27:54.438-05:00Wait...why did I do this?<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> I'm working through <u>The Arist's Way</u> by Julia Cameron. I'm finding it helpful, though dated. It was published in 1992, so I'm not really surprised that it's a bit lacking. But so far, while the exercises may be difficult in that "I have to examine myself and I don't waaaaaant tooooo" sort of way they have worked in generally the way she said they should, there's been slow progress, I feel accomplished, all that.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">But last week, Week 4: Recovering a Sense of Integrity, required a Reading Deprivation. It made me more than slightly annoyed, both in how it should be done and the reasons why and the reasons people have given her for why they couldn't do it. This lady, bless her successful, encouraging heart, has a lotta upper-middle class privilege going on with her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">I won't go in to all the reasons I didn't want to do this particular thing, they were not the reasons other people had given, I just did the week of reading deprivation, which threw off my fragile, newly formed routine set up to help me maintain healthy productive work habits. So I'm a wee bit cranky 'bout dat. And the Reading Deprivation didn't even do what it was supposed to, I think because the problem it's supposed to fix isn't a problem I had. So now I'm playing catch up and that's taking time away from my writing course work. Also, I had to take time off the writing course work, because even though it's an online video course, there's still reading and exercises involved, so I have to catch up on that too.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAEHfN9Upos/YUoVP08K3JI/AAAAAAAAIY8/22blTO0XWNw4lXjDNbxg8suivllVLGOHQCPcBGAsYHg/s1836/20201215_150648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1728" data-original-width="1836" height="301" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAEHfN9Upos/YUoVP08K3JI/AAAAAAAAIY8/22blTO0XWNw4lXjDNbxg8suivllVLGOHQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/20201215_150648.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Listen to the Inner Voice when it rawrs. It knows things.<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">MY POINT IS....just because a smart person says a thing will do a thing for you, it may not and the voice in my head that said, "We don't have this problem. In fact, we have the opposite of this problem so we should skip this, it's just going to throw us off and we worked really hard to get here." I should have listened to that voice.</span></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-79508467876173633482021-09-12T09:56:00.001-05:002021-09-12T09:57:17.540-05:00Several, a couple, a few, some, and none: A possible series, but no promises.<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">TWO is meant by a couple. A couple is always two. There is always two separate and distinct but occasionally exactly the same things in a couple. Do we have that down now? A couple is two things. They don't have to be the exact things and they don't have to be different, the only thing that they have to be is that however many things they are, when you count them, there is two, only two. And don't think you can make a couple by having three things but only counting two of them. That's not how it works. That's not how any of this works.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRlsdjKx7Kw/YT4QsFcd6sI/AAAAAAAAIU8/j63xOj6pwr8EieKuVece20ZqYF3ICL71gCLcBGAsYHQ/s616/Galaxies-collide.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="356" data-original-width="616" height="231" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VRlsdjKx7Kw/YT4QsFcd6sI/AAAAAAAAIU8/j63xOj6pwr8EieKuVece20ZqYF3ICL71gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h231/Galaxies-collide.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SB1DIgmzjmM/YT4TPgTHMiI/AAAAAAAAIVE/E5Kb3fomOxog50-1TWkfWYv-BROxwRAagCLcBGAsYHQ/s1920/pen-and-paper-1524244444rrn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1920" height="195" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SB1DIgmzjmM/YT4TPgTHMiI/AAAAAAAAIVE/E5Kb3fomOxog50-1TWkfWYv-BROxwRAagCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h195/pen-and-paper-1524244444rrn.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Okay, that's not truly my desk in the second picture, it's a free stock photo but I do actually have a pen and paper on my desk. Trust me.<br /><br />Also, I do not own those galaxies, I don't care what that guy said, I am not responsible for the collision.<br /><br />So endth the lesson. Go forth and...count a couple of things.</span></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-80564811920396508612021-09-10T10:45:00.001-05:002021-09-10T10:45:15.738-05:00Old School<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Letter writing is old school. Ollllld Schoooool. Writing a letter by hand on a piece of paper, putting it in the envelope, filling out the address, putting the stamp on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">So much nostalgia. I haven't done it in so long. I have a lot of hand drawn blank greeting cards, cards I made myself, to sell as hand crafted items, you know? Well, they are just sitting there (not collecting dust, because I stored them properly, in sleeves) and I have a mission to write to a few people by snail mail. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">See, when every-modern-day-body communicates through social media, and you make a decision to cut out social media because it's heavily contributing to your poor mental health, you kind of lose communication with people.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Of course, this helps you realize who you really like communicating with because those will be the people you really, really miss. You miss their likes and comments and DMs and their own posts. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">And because I downgraded my phone to a flip phone to help keep me off the internet, texting is....problematic. If you've never had to text on an old style cell phone (as opposed to the ubiquitous smart phones of today) you would lose you're mind trying to do it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">So...as I'm officially a classic this year (fifty years old) and can remember how people communicated before even cell phones and email...I decided to do that. Honestly I don't like talking on the phone. I prefer writing letters, even if I get nothing back. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">So I wrote a letter today to my very best friend, on a card I had made myself, and I wrote out her name and address and my name and return address, and looked up the postage to make sure, and put the stamps on (it was a larger card), and walked outside.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Yes, yes, I walked outside. I know. Oh, it is a really beautiful day today, it's so mild out...71 degrees F and sunny and my moss roses and nasturtiums are blooming. I walked down the driveway and put the letter in the mailbox and put the flag up.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Do you kids know about the flag? The little red flag on the mailbox that lets the postal carrier know you have outgoing mail? Before I walked out there I was unsure if mailboxes even still came with flags and was thinking I would have to walk down to the post office. Yeah, I'll walk down the driveway happily toda, but going to the post office...I might have to talk to people...(shudder).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">But the flag was there and when I put it up I had such a wave of nostalgia and quiet satisfaction.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Hm.</span></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-46560152745993486322021-08-23T09:07:00.003-05:002021-08-23T09:07:34.435-05:00500 Writing Prompts: You're running for President of the United States.<p> From <u>500 Writing Prompts</u>: <i>You're running for President of the United States. What thing(s) from your past could your opposition use against you?</i></p><p>All the things. Why in the hell would I want to run for President of anything? I would NOT.</p><p>I suppose this prompt is meant to stir memories and encourage self-examination. But I cannot take this shit seriously. I would never, ever, ever want that much responsibity and attention. Not even to save the world. The world shoulda looked out for itself.</p><p>Hm...how about the fact that I never went to college and have no experience in anything that could facilitate being President. People want their President to appear to have achieved a higher education, even if the individual doesn't later employ that education.</p><p>That's it, that's where I'm stopping. </p><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1167441295746298954.post-58772793879611141672021-08-20T17:00:00.000-05:002021-08-20T17:00:00.804-05:00This is not the movie you're looking for (maybe), but it's still pretty awesome.<p> Alas. It seems The Friday Five blog is no more. I am sad. Well, I guess I should have done more of them when I could, hmmmmm? </p><p>And now I have to figure out my own Friday blog idea. Noone is gonna think it up for me!</p><p>Shall I tell you how I went to the movies?</p><p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mssI3-K_3UM/YSAfbYyY5nI/AAAAAAAAH5o/dKoGPWUZOZMEWpfgIDAYAksjNEaJrQsswCLcBGAsYHQ/s330/The_Night_House.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="220" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mssI3-K_3UM/YSAfbYyY5nI/AAAAAAAAH5o/dKoGPWUZOZMEWpfgIDAYAksjNEaJrQsswCLcBGAsYHQ/w133-h200/The_Night_House.png" width="133" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Night House<br />Searchlight Pictures</td></tr></tbody></table>I went to the movies. I wanted to see <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Night_House" target="_blank">The Night House</a>, but it's not showing near me and it's hard enough to make myself do my <a href="https://juliacameronlive.com/basic-tools/artists-dates/" target="_blank">Artist's Date</a>. It's good for me and I want to write and Julia Cameron's books have helped thousands of creative people for the reals, but even she says you'll be surprised at how hard it is to keep these dates with yourself. And it is, because even a seven dollar movie ticket feels like too much of a splurge on myself.</p><p>I really did want to see it, because I love me some mind-bendy slow-burn horror movie goodness, but my anxiety preferred I not drive an hour for a movie. Hopefully it'll show up on Netflix in six months. Or maybe at the AMC in a month or so.</p><p>So instead, I went to see a different mind-bendy sort of movie, it's a sort of sci fi story, in that "twenty minutes in to the future" style. With Hugh Jackman.</p><p>I saw <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reminiscence_(2021_film)" target="_blank">Reminiscence</a>. And duuuude, I didn't know this until just this minute looking it up, it was written, directed, and produced by Lisa Joy. Yep, Girl Power. You did really good, lady, really good. It was excellent.</p><p>You'll have to look up your own picture of the Hugh Jackman eye-candy in a suit that is the movie poster, because now I'm suddenly bored with this and I really do have to make dinner. It's not delivery...it's DIGIORNO.</p><p><br /></p>Corpus Callosumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08099529585130290300noreply@blogger.com0