There are energy currents in the world that we do not as yet possess the mechanism to be consciously aware of, to be able to measure them, utilize them or control its effects.
A seeress is one who sees, one who knows. It's not something one talks about. In the talking one reduces this "awareness" to the questioners’ ability to grasp something foreign to them; it becomes trivialized.
Doris Lessing became famous for writing The Golden Notebook, which was preceded by the Children of Violence series that are of a much higher quality. But the Notebook was lauded because it spoke to the burgeoning feminist movement.
I woke up in the middle of the night with the thought that my life was empty and pointless. What was the sense of going on?
Chelsea Manning has been taken into custody for refusing to testify at a grand jury hearing on her knowledge of Julian Assange and Wikileaks.
Bruised and battered but still in one piece I have made my move to the city. My hands are so rough from packing and unpacking cardboard boxes I could use them to sand the dining room table, and my nails are down to the quick, but I’m here,
“I am Dandy: The return of the Elegant Gentleman.” Being a dandy isn’t just about wearing beautiful clothes, it touches every part of your life. Everything you do must be elegant.
In Lakota tradition, the ghost is the shadow of a human, caught between the physical and Spirit world, unable to act effectively in either realm.
Someone recommended Annie Ernaux to me; she is considered one of the most important writers in contemporary France.
Above is the cover of the forthcoming memoir of my experiences in NYC. It’s not out yet, but will be within a month.
The favorite essay this past month has been The Poster Child of Capitalism, Martin Shkreli. The essay has been hovering near the top for months.
The old TV program Twilight Zone once aired a show in which the protagonist wakes up one morning and, for some inexplicable reason, finds he has difficulty communicating.
Any system that is based on one winner and one loser produces only losers. The problem is so serious now that there is no longer any way of fixing it. The U. S. government is so far from responsibly governing the country . . .
Dinner cooked to perfection, companions should be talented, amusing, the table conversation to be witty and a bit ribald. Well marbled steak, rare with marchand de vin sauce, a good Bordeaux . . .
We like dinner cooked to perfection, companions should be talented, amusing, the table conversation to be witty and a bit ribald, well marbled steak, rare, with marchand de vin sauce, a good Bordeaux . . .
The play has been staged, the characters have played their competing parts and the votes have been cast. Kavanaugh played a better victim.
Another 9/11 anniversary this week, lest we forget the effect this had and continues to have, I thought I would post an essay written one month after the event:
Life is a series of challenges that one must resolve in order to survive. Courage is required. Courage, persistence and personal power.
In the midst of reading “Sticky Fingers: The Life and Times of Jann Wenner and Rolling Stone Magazine” by Joe Hagan,
Residents at an apartment complex in Florida filmed a terrifying encounter with a woman who was acting strangely and aggressively. It’s unclear what caused the behavior,
My EDS started this morning when the computer refused to speak or make any sound. What’s up? In an effort to add podcasting to my site, this week I started making test runs . . .
I am a gardener. On a fluke probably instigated by Tante Jeanne, our family’s superior homemaker, whose vegetable garden next door could have been featured in a national magazine. The woman was a pro.
Herbert Miller, my very first crush. I was about 19, 20 years old, a very young 19 or 20. Having married just as I turned 17, a kid, I was naive in many ways. My husband Roger, had been my first and only boyfriend.
Let me introduce you to the latest announced presidential candidate, Andrew Yang He speaks intelligently, is personable and he has a plan.
Today is one of those days. The snow is melting in the yard for which every centimeter brings me closer to life, warm sun, growing things, and the great outdoors.
Feeling a little spacy today. The system is under attack, my lungs are being occupied by a foreign body . . .
I have found the reasons why my stats are so low on the Squarespace site. Squarespace have what they call blog pages . . .
I found her at the ASPCA Adoption Center annual event at the Jacob Javits Center in Manhattan. Tons of cats to choose from and I am ambivalent about making such a commitment.
First post of the year and the news, let us pause a moment for blaring of trumpets, I’m moving to the big city! Well, not exactly a big city, but Maine’s biggest and hippest city, Portland.
I’ve placed a new podcast on the page. It’s taken me a while to get another one up, not because I didn’t have one in mind, but . .
I’m reading a wonderful book entitled, One River: Explorations and Discoveries in the Amazon Rain Forest by Wade Davis
I'm exactly as I appear. There is no warm, lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.
The rut. That which one slips into without choosing or being aware of, where the world comes in three colors only, red when you become agitated, angry, gray when depressed, or beige, the spiritless life of going through the motions,
If you’ll notice this week, I’ve added another podcast, Luhrenloup’s Path. Much easier to create this time, took a couple of hours, most of it searching the web for intro and outro music.
There it is, at the bottom of the page, my first podcast. When I initially mentioned that I would make recordings, I envisioned sitting down of a afternoon reading off the page, packaging it in an mp3 and that would be it.
I’ve just finished the Rolling Stone/Jann Wenner biography and what I come away with in the near 50 year period that has followed the inception of the 60’s magazine with its celebration of rock and roll, psychedelics,
UBI V AI
In the waning days of summer I ponder the question of universal basic income, or UBI as it is currently labeled, and seriously debated.
His last wish was for a joy ride, “I think I’m gonna try to do a barrel roll and if that goes good, I’m just gonna nose down and call it a night.”
I went hunting on Google to find AG Sessions speech to high school conservatives, the one in which he reacts to the kids calling out “Lock her up!”
Ruminations on the ethics of AI’s and concerns, fears, of AI unbounded possibilities.
Matt on YouTube makes videos asserting that we live in a matrix. Does he think there’s a moon? I don’t think so. The eclipse really irritates him. How can this be; it makes no sense at all, he hammers at his viewers.
Political correctness and the waning middle class.
Have you noticed how people have gone completely mad? I have to be cautious when booting up the computer, a wrong click can expose me to the deranged zombie world we presently find ourselves in.
I come from a town in Maine that was majorly impacted by the industrial revolution. Vast textile mills were built in 1850 and the town prospered and grew beyond expectation. By 1950 . . .
Short videos to munch this holiday weekend. See if you can catch the hidden message in the assortment, then what is at stake in them.
Mothers, mothers, everywhere. Mothers with bouquets of flowers; mothers all dressed up, children by their side, and of course, dad who is making all this possible, taking Mom to brunch.
I have bought some prizehead curly lettuce plants for which I have no garden to plant them in, thus asserting my spring fever creds. All snows in my realm have disappeared, at last.
There is a famous 2 part experiment in psychology by Martin Seligman in which he has placed a dog in a crate with an electrical grid floor that emits shocks on an intermittent schedule.
My personal power at this late hour is waning. I have been at my desk for two days and two nights solid futzing. I changed the slugs on my website pages in order to make them friendlier to search engines . . .
Martin Shkreli was shafted this week with a 7-year prison sentence. The guy had hubris, and the system was unwilling to accept this from someone outside the sacred circle . .
I had a dream last night about a dress, 3 women, and having to choose the appropriate woman to wear the dress.
The internet’s front parlor is great with its designs, colors, its rapid movement, its images, but the back, oh the back. It is a labyrinth of highways, byways, streets, paths. cul de sacs, dead ends . . .
The term NPC is bandied about on the information superhighway of late. NPC is a term used in video games designating a character controlled by a computer by predetermined or responsive behavior . .
Below is an article by Jim Kunstler from Kunstler.com about the "shithole" kerfuffle this week that casts a bit of sanity on the topic. Trump doesn't always realize that he is surrounded by enemies and is . . .
We are shortly to be bombarded by year-end reports of what's been happening in the past year. I've got my own list of what is worth noting and I don't care to regurgitate all the horrible killings . . .
I've been Youtubing a little Nietzsche philosophy. I had taken to him for his statement "That which does not kill us makes us stronger," knowing little else about him except his macho Superman posture . . .
The matrix seeks only and always to maintain itself and to expand. It's an organizational system that optimizes productivity. We, as performing units of production in this system, which I call the matrix .
was raised by nuns in a Catholic boarding school. From first grade to eighth, there were 120 of us girls. I was taught that my body was something to be hidden. At some point, I perceived that nuns . . .
He's rude, bombastic, a thin-skinned bully and, our very own president. Every day we hear from those with a public platform what a disgrace he is to the country. Nobody ever asks why this guy was elected . . .
Among my stash of recycled library magazines and periodicals, this week was a copy of the NYT Weekly Magazine. Looking through it is like taking a journey in time to a world no longer valid, an America long gone.
was surprised to find that a lot of my readers are techies. I consider myself two notches above the unsophisticated, those who have never been beyond the door that leads to the internet’s engine room,
Someone has recently posted that politics is the new religion, and in truth, politics is all you hear about in the media. Yesteryears’ news programs have been replaced by gossip, opinion and offense; we are offended!
André Gide’s, The Counterfeiters, or as he would have it, Les Faux Monnayeurs was published in 1925; it’s a complex novel with, all told, 29 characters in interlaced relationships. Mostly it’s about the original, the real as opposed to the copy or the false.
Apropos of the #MeToo movement and the pussy hats I present the anarchist Emma Goldman’s thoughts on the state, on women’s rights, society, religion and much more:
The religions have had their holidays these past few weeks. Of the 3, I would say Muslims are undoubtedly the most observant. The Jews break up in two camps, the Orthodox, very observant, and the secular who identify as racial rather than religious. The Christians are not very observant, but Identify as such.
A refugee caravan from Central America approaches the US southern border as I write. Most of them are from Honduras, have been walking for the past 7 days . . .
Let’s start with McCabe who is being soundly kicked in the derriere (I would have said ass, but who knows these days what offends . . .
So the Oscars tonight, in these dark times there’s not much on Hollywood’s plate, hardly anything Oscar-worthy. I liked the Guillermo del Toro movie, The Shape of Water, but then I like all of del Toro fantasies
A new site, a new life. I had the bare bones of it done by a website content writer I found on Fiverr. I knew what I wanted, had collected all the images, and a design plan. Once the Fiverr techie . . .
A strange thing is happening to me, I'm becoming lighthearted. I even skip like a kid at times. Today, I bring up the subject of self and self-presentation. Self for me has been a mixed blessing. I would say . . .
Ah, the troubles! Brings to mind the curse, May you live in interesting times. The women are out today wearing their pink pussy hats and letting the country know that Donald Trump should never have been . . .
Christmas eve, made the Roquefort dressing, the garlic butter for tomorrow's orgy, and now as the sun sets in cold country, a lovely pink at horizon, then silver grey clouds playing background to jet black tree . . .
“The Mentally Ill", I prefer to call them crazies to remove them from the "something is wrong with you" category and placing them in the "outlandish oddball" grouping. These are people who are trapped in . . .
Becoming aware of the different personalities one inhabits. I'm not talking about traits, but complete and separate beings within self that cannot inhabit the same room as they are anathema to each other . . .
I once counseled a woman who suffered from an obsessive/compulsive disorder. Incidentally, that was the only one so afflicted that I worked with, so not as prevalent as one might think, or it could be that . . . .
The witch flies on Tuesday! Although smaller and weaker, woman has power over man. She has mesmerized him, has enticed him to take a bite of the proverbial apple expressly forbidden by . . .