Won't you come with me to the confessional.....
Reader, it's been one Chiropractic visit with Trigger Points, one visit to mom's, one documentary movie, one dinner out with my sweetie, one meeting of K.C. Metro Verse, two Power Ball tickets, two new poetry drafts, one vacation day and one trash day since my last confession.
- I've been using a Bullet Journal for something like 8 months now. The thing about it is that it remains in flux. I'm still making modifications in exactly how I use it. I confess there is a bit of redundancy in it because I still sink my digital calendar and use a Franklin Planner at my regular job. Still, I do believe this has been helpful in several ways, not the least of it is giving me a quick visualization of where to go next in my tasks during the day. I am thinking of gravitating away from the BuJo for my regular work stuff and focusing more on the intersections of my writing and personal life. But hey, I may change my mind on that - like I say it's a process, everything is in flux.
- I am not generally one of these people who blames all kinds of shit on the media. I am a firm believer in a Free Press and I believe it's a hallmark of any democracy. I have become somewhat cynical of so called news these past few weeks and while I blame some of the mainstream press, it has occurred to me that one of the prices we are paying for the internet is the blurred lines from what is news and what is pure made up shit with absence of sources. Places like Breitbart News, and there are a host of others that routinely carry some of the most bat shit crazy stuff that has no reputable citation to back it us. Additionally, there is often not a shred of common sense involved in the stories. What irritates me is that people tweet and Facebook many of these stories and the get reported over and over until half of the non-thinking population sincerely believes the shit and are basing their November vote on it. I confess that there is truly no safeguard in democracy for the participation by persons that don't know their brain from their ass hole.
- I confess I've had some heightened interest in Memoirs of late. I want to read the book The Art of Memoir - Mary Karr
- I feel blessed tonight, both Silas and Madison are in my studio as I write this, Just chilling out with me. I confess that Cathy is probably enjoying quiet time watching TV without the trying to climb all over her.
After a brief shower, I believe there has been a break in the rain and I probably should run these two dogs out to do their business for the night.
Until next time, live in the now, and be safe!