Oh wow, I guess I used to use "newsboat"
I don't remember why I stopped using it in May.
I do remember at some point thinking I could scrape my way to blog-update-monitoring happiness. And I found out the hard way that attempting to solve that winds up stealing every last moment one might have applied toward actually reading blog content.
So, anyway, I guess I'm back to using it. But I suspect I'll soon once again become bored with others' writings, and re-conclude that no amount of feed monitoring will unearth a satisfying amount of desired content. It turns out very few are interested in what I am.
It doesn't help that what I'm interested in can be stated in a single sentence, but a huge part of the underlying problem (individuality) is a perpetual gnawing need for variety of experience that effectively undermines the efficacy of such a single sentence statement.
Well, this morning's healthcare insurance conversation went much better than I'd been dreading it might.
I messed with some Christmas trees/decorations after that in a "doing as I'm told" kind of way. All of that seems silly to me. But then birthdays for adults seem silly too, but God forbid I express that sentiment to Someone (not a typo) that thinks otherwise.
I wish I could have documented all of what transpired at last night's performance. Fun, meaningful, hilarious: just a few of the keywords.
In the hilarious column, the guy who picked "I Want To Hold Your Hand" to perform somehow got it in his head to sing it up where the Beatles do, which becomes humanly impossible pretty quickly. Nevertheless, he held fast, neck muscles straining, face turning red, vocal chords audibly shredding before our very ears. But he was amused with himself, and really had people smiling over the effort.
Someone will be calling us soon to work through healthcare insurance options for the coming year.
Now that's what I call a shift from a blissful morning on the heels of a blissful night to the hellish nightmare that is this world.
But how to see it as simply a change in the blissful details?
Isn't its it-hood utterly in the seeing of it, not in it itself?
I've never known what to make of this need to write.
Interestingly (self-referentiality-ly?), introspection along such lines seems good reason to write.
Pursuing "Why?" seems futile. Anything/all reason given can be seen another way, abandoned, augmented. Thoughts and shifting (first typed: "sifting") sand, right?
I think it's that I so enjoy chancing upon writing belying a someone breaking through the darkness of "same old", of the silent agreement that things be certain ways lest anyone (usually the lesser of the beings) become offended. A singular beam formerly under a bushel. Lost, but now found.
So I want to contribute to serendipitous possibilities. I want someone else to go, "Oh, wow! Things with respect to others *isn't* as bad as it seems!"
Somewhere in that vicinity.
Congratulations on fighting your way through the above. I'm actually afraid to re-read it for likely finding way too much in need of correction. You know?
What is this? Wednesday already?
Last night's performance was incredibly fun: a roomful of people having a seriously good time - both as performers, and active audience members.
Most importantly: we did right by the Beatles.
Inwardly: there's always only one true thing, unique for not being re-present-able save to suddenly seem to be All This.
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