Decisions Decisions

 ... and the impossibility of making tasty choices in the infoverse ...

Well .... may I say, damn?  Who would have thought that this close to a Presidential primary we'd be faced with two unpalatable choices; one decidedly more unsavory that the other one, who's merely gone from bland to past sell by date.  

Normally, I would just hold my nose and take the past-prime option over the clearly toxic one, but I am not sure my stomach could handle either this time around.  I may have to leave the table if the menu goes unchanged.  Ugh, not a very democratically spirited solution, I agree, but my appetite has been quashed for this election and I can't think of a spice that can renew my taste for it.

I hope my situation is just a result of being too engaged with the infoverse of news (mostly opinion, really), and frantic posts on Facebook, You-Tube, and various other social media platforms that get all too much of my attention, oh, these past 8 years or so.

I think I will experiment over the next couple of months and try to avoid that infoverse, or at least limit my exposure, and see whether my appetite returns.  I know there's not a chance in the epicurean universe of me gaining a liking for the Agent Orange - flavored menu choice, but maybe, just maybe, I can learn to tolerate the nearly-spoiled offering.  Perhaps a bout of COVID might help 😬

Stay safe everyone, drink plenty of water, and shop for nose-clips ahead of the election ...

Welcome to the Beginning (of the End?)

... when time flies too fast, but not fast enough ...

Woof, what a hell of a lot happened since the last time I put words to these digital pages.

A Global Pandemic

The Great(er) Political Polarization

The Rise and Faltering of the Age of Elon

Oh, and Wars Ending and Wars Beginning, let's not pass that by.

I kept my written silence during the insane 2020 Presidential campaign and its psychotic aftermath, and through all of the sadness of the growing pandemic.  Through bright spots of hope, and the deep depression of seeing hope, if not outright fail, then become diluted by forces seemingly beyond the control (or even care) of those we trusted with power.

Why keep mum through all that?  

 I was busy, sure.  But that's not the reason.  I started this blog to have a 'place' where I could say the things I need to say 'out loud'.  Mostly unfiltered and with a touch of humor.  Even when I knew that few if any would ever read my words, I kept it up as a kind of therapy.  But even I have an overload limit where events and their coverage in the media just become too much to grok and digest.  My passion to write flamed, guttered, flared, and then blew out.

What's changed now?

Well, I am older, less busy with actual work, and even more affected by the schism in this country than before.  I have more now that I want to say, as useless as saying it will be.  Plus, my family will kill me if I continue dumping my thoughts at them.

So ... if you are looking for a roller-coaster ride through my peculiar views on the news and the wonders and dangers of our World, tighten your seat belt and move away from any door plugs.