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NoJoMo Scarred Brain murmurings

Cuffing Season

Has come up a few times in my feeds; I don’t fully-understand it, but the cool weather is absolutely here. Until later next week. Then we get summer again.

I’ve been living in this community nearly eight years, and have never been in the pool. When the pup and I passed this morning, it looked like it was still open. Maybe that’s appropriate with the next heat wave still on the way.

I do appreciate the change in the seasons, and sense that the colder weather is almost here. I’m ready.

That I lifted a prompt for November already speaks to that.

I still have many writing prompt cards to work though, however. Do one now….

How do I reconnect with myself when I feel lost?
What tools, people, or rituals help me return to center?

There really isn’t a lot that I do. But, I think Dr. Lexus put it pretty well.

I try to stay as grounded as I can. I think I understand some core values, and try to adhere to them.

Interesting find this morning on younger YT folks ending up somewhere near where I am on some of the religious stuff.

Sorry, however, I’m going to keep eating meat. And cheese. And oysters.

But I think after the next heat spell, it’ll finally be cool enough out that I’ll feel like eating some.

And, maybe, getting in to cold weather foods.

I still need to go get a couple more shots. I was trying to arrange an appointment with my PCP in early/mid-October so I could get the flu shot then, before I start my fall travel, but that’s not going to line up, unfortunately.

Oh well.

I will say, finally, that the AI review tools on this are giving me some interesting write-it-this-way feedback. No, I’m not going to copypasta. Thank you for the suggestions, but I’m actually going to write it in my own voice.

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Scarred Brain murmurings

Living By Statistics

I’ve been trying to fully-coalesce my thoughts after listening to Jessica Tarlov’s book.

Though I’ve never met her in person, I do think we’d probably get along since she’s friends with Kennedy and Malice.

My reaction, as I posted on Malice’s Locals site, was this:


Yeah. I think I understand where she’s coming from, and the Obama-era optimism that went with it, but she does miss something, and I’m too lazy took it up, but it’s common. GOVERNMENT DOESN’T WORK.

The noble things she ascribes to Democrats really ignore the realities of the irrational exuberance that’s explimplified politics for the past 30 years or so. Where you put the blame is really a matter of preference. The Reason folks were alarmed with the $40T Federal Debt news. I was, too. Gillespie was putting a lot of that blame on Bush. Me, I place a lot of it on Obama/Trump/Biden/Trump; 75% of that has come since Bush passed his last budget.

The bills are way past due, regardless of where you place the blame. 

Incredibly, the older Boomers seem to be dying off at a pretty remarkable rate. It’s not the 30y in The Villages as was once imagined, but…..many, many are blowing through insurance programs.

I don’t know if I just missed it, and may be too lazy to check, but another instance where GenX doesn’t even get a mention….


So I’m trying to figure out if it’s just my complete alienation from politics speaking, but I think that if you, or anyone tried to analyze the effectiveness of government over the past thirty-or-so years, how can you even try to say that things worked? Ever.

So, I appreciate the being cordial to “the other side,” but you all have failed completely regardless of who’s in the driver’s seat.

But there’s a few things I’m trying, especially, that I’m trying to work though.

  1. Medicare-for-All. I will qualify for Medicare in about a year and a half courtesy my disability declaration. Yes, my payments will be paid from a different pool of money than the old-People’s fund, but I understand that if I was relying on it, it’d be very expensive. But this isn’t something that started with the Bad Orange Man.

The incivility isn’t new. And, yeah, with class like that which fed the government-can-fix any problem, I’m out. I can talk to civilly, but I’m probably just going to avoid you.

2. Similarly, when it comes to things like money in politics, I’m not going to vote for, or trespect any politician who took ActBlue or Emily’s List money. Trump is really awful. I never voted for him. But that doesn’t mean that your stuff is any better. It’s not. And I hold that position for reasons you’re completely unwilling to discuss.

Maybe I’ll finish up my thoughts, but there’s football to watch.

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Scarred Brain murmurings

Reuse The Draft

This was a DB record that I’d started when I was working on yesterday’s entry.

Big sigh on the 9/11 25th stuff. Maybe I should check LiveJournal to see if I’d thrown anything in there, but I suspect there’s nothing.

Checking seems like a waste of time.

TheFP had some interesting stories, certainly. This one, in particular, had me wondering whether some of my medical team might be interested. I’m too lazy to see if it’s paywalled, but if you drop me an email, a PDF copy might appear in your inbox. (And, yes, you should subscribe to TheFP. They’re actually doing good reporting.)

But so much of the discussion is about learning root causes and lessons. I understand that that’s how Big Ed. tells you to handle everything, but, at some point you do have to pass judgment on the people who did it.

No, you assholes at Auburn, it doesn’t matter in the least what your hippie sources said they were upset about. They fucking murdered a bunch of people and caused tons of property damage. But, get some rest. Should be a lot of Uber/Lyft fares tonight as my parents’ alma mater, The University of Southern Landmass, comes to town.

A similarly-bright story came across my feeds yesterday, too. I never met him, but he’d certainly come up in conversations in/around the crowds I pay attention to pretty often.

But, see, what were the root causes that brought him to Austin?

You could spend all day talking about that stuff, but it’s a waste of time.

Speaking of time, I think it’s time to get some more coffee. More later, maybe.

But, as I go, Reza Pahlavi had some good words for the European press.

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Old OD Scarred Brain murmurings

25 Years Later

I guess I was on a break from OD when 9/11 happened, so this is what I have for my first output.


To answer the coming questions, yes, I’m back for the moment. We shall see how it works, and if I can deal with the frustrations that go along…..I have some new tools that should make my experience better. I’ll leave it at that.

I can’t really describe what I’m feeling or what’s going on. Of course, my life has been busy since Tuesday with the associated problems…..work, friends, and especially school. One student’s mother was killed in the Pentagon, and another had a cousin killed and another injured at the WTC. To top all that off, the president of the university sent out a quite insensitive e-mail lecturing us that it shouldn’t affect us, and that we needed to concentrate on our studies so as not to let the terrorists win. Fuck him. I have no respect for him anymore. I didn’t have any classes on Tuesday, but I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate if I had.

Then on Wednesday, a student died in a motorcycle accident.

It’s just been hell.

I haven’t been able to quiet my mind or body since all this started. I feel like it’s important that I do something, but there’s not a hell of a lot that I can do. But if the United States is going to engage in war, I’m going to try to be a part of it. I cannot fulfill my dreams in a country where anyone has to worry about terrorist threats on a daily basis.

So I’m thinking about leaving school and joining the military.

But I’ll write more later.


I was trying to figure out really what to do for this morning, but I’m really not sure.

I’ll probably go watch some of the remembrance(s), but I’m really not sure how I feel about it.

This was half a lifetime ago.

I’m not finding the average male life expectancy, but it’s about a third of a life for most guys.

Very strange feeling.

But, yeah, I don’t have anything I wrote day-of, or just after.

I was listening to WNIS, preparing something to take to campus for the Student Senate.

The first plane hit just before I got in the shower; I was listening on a GE clock radio I had on the bathroom sink.

News of the second plane came while I was getting dressed.

I think I would have arrived on campus mid-morning, and the Student Center was jam-packed with crying students.

After I dropped off my bill, I hung around for a while, then drove to the stations. I vaguely remember they were checking cars at the Monitor-Merrimack.

I think I was doing some live assist, but I was mainly monitoring news feeds. Probably mid-afternoon, I went home for a few hours of sleep before my normal night shift.


I do want to watch coverage, but can I find something where side-commentary won’t set me off?

This happened. No, it wasn’t planned by the US. Loose Change was bullshit when it was released. Maybe I should be more disturbed that it’s getting wider circulation, but there’s a bit of reflection that says, “Don’t Be Old Man Who Yells At Cloud.”

I’m thinking I’ll flip around, but there’s reluctance.

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Scarred Brain murmurings

Truffle Oil

Over the past few days, I’ve been thinking about several things.

Notably, I’ve been thinking about government and NGO programs. There’s always much kvetching here inside the Swamp when funding gets adjusted in a direction other than exponential growth.

But, as I’m thinking about it, one phrase kept coming to mind, “a government program is Truffle Oil on a problem.”

Where did this annoyance with Truffle Oil come from? Not sure, but I recall Anthony Bourdain talking about it. Bourdain On A Talk Show.

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Atlantic City, himself, Trump is all about new programs, albeit without the practically-useless NGOs should surprise no one.

Gold-plate this. Let’s make the Reflecting Pool more blue than you’ve ever seen.

Perfect Atlantic City renovation. Throw another layer of paint on that crappy apartment, and put it back on the market for 30% more money.

But Bourdain’s criticisms of Truffle Oil do fit so perfectly when you’re trying to cover up things that are really rotten to the core, but fit so well with government.

  • Using Truffle Oil is lazy. It’s a somewhat unusual flavor on top of not-very-good base food.
  • Much like government programs, Truffle Oil is stupidly-expensive.
  • If using Truffle Oil “fixed” one problem, using more of it will fix every problem.

But God forbid you ever exclude that essential Truffle Oil.


I could probably stretch this into an OWT entry….

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Scarred Brain murmurings

Interesting For What It Omits

I went through this.

I basically stopped paying attention to the internal workings of Germany, the country where I spent half my youth, after some of the outrageous Green policies it took during the mid-2000s, and its stance when it came to the GWOT.

Yes, the performance of the Bundeswehr were important, impressive, in Afghanistan, but they really moved away with Operation Iraqi Freedom.

AfD are being called Nazis.

But nobody is paying attention to the shit-sandwich that the KPD made of East Germany.

And, that the hulking remains of bad Communist industry are being reinflated with “migrants” feels oddly familiar to the US; “they’re eating the dogs.”

I don’t know. Nobody is actually a Nazi. But there’s more than a few Communists still around, even if the guy who’d be Chancellor was born after The Wall fell.

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Scarred Brain murmurings

Hugging Face

I always want to append “sent to your phone.”

My phone, where my very-full pod queue resides. I’m hearing many people who are pissing-their-pants scared about this.

I’m just not able to be that scared; we’ll figure it out.

I think there really might be something wrong with me when it comes to being frightened.

Set hard resource limits, and make sure the OS enforces them.
Set hard time limits.
Implement roadblocks that have to be performed manually; the PEBKAC can actually be a good thing. (And if he fucks something up, you can now send him an I’m-really-not-angry-with-you coffee wherever he or she is in the world…)

If you’re not doing those basic prudent things, you are the problem. I understand that your guidance counselor might not have told you that, and your shrink certainly hasn’t, but it’s the truth.

But, sorry, I just can’t bring myself to be frightened about this. Humans will figure out a way to constrain new technologies and employ them to our benefit.

Don’t you know, there’s a continuous series of explosions happening under the bonnet of that carriage making a shaft rotate thousand of times per minute!
And any of those explosions could easily kill you!

That’s enough for this morning, I think.

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Settling Saturday

Writing late in the afternoon. Didn’t sleep well last night for a variety of reasons. The title is kind of a concentration of some of the suppositions about me.

No, you’re not correct about me, but I’m exhausted trying to disabuse you of your assumptions. It’s exhausting.

I did finally get the problem with the disability payments straightened out Friday. Though I won’t get cost of living adjustments on the private supplement, I will get them on the Social Security Disability benefit.

The SSDI payment, comes from a different fund than the soon-to-be-cut regular Social Security Income fund. The Boomers’ mismanagement of the retirement fund isn’t going to negatively-affect my benefits. For now.

Hmmm.

Initial line of self-degradation deleted; maybe the psychological therapy treatments are working.

The study is going well. I have no idea if I’m getting a medication or placebo. The discomfort I was experiencing the first few weeks seems to have disappeared; not sure I can really attribute it to the drug (or placebo), as it kicked off before I started taking the pills.

The physical therapist is very pleased with my progress. I am moving better.

So, prompt….

When have I listened to my gut and it was right?
What helped me trust it in that moment?

I really don’t know. I made so many bad decisions since my layoff in 2013. Not trusting my gut on the salary on the first gig following was really a mistake. Could I have waited for something better? Maybe. But I didn’t.

The ensuing hard times led us to where we are now.

*resigned shrugs*

Could I have stopped working sooner than I did? Sure. But I thought I could help, and I wanted to see the changes.

But my body didn’t let me do that.

So, what’s left?