Ram... D4

Day 4

Passport expires in April. Still haven't gone anywhere. It is looking pretty bleak for that last minute trip to anywhere. Wherever that may be. Feeling sad.

Ram... D3

Day 3

I cannot blog from a tablet. (At least not on any regular basis.)

(On a related note, my laptop and VCR died the same day.)

Ram... D2

Day 2

I never dreamed about being anything or going anywhere.

(Ram = Random things about me)

Random things about me...

Day 1

I have the patience of Internet Explorer.

(I had the thought of doing this as a list of ten items, but could barely come up with three off the top of my head, so I figured that doing this as a random daily post instead will force me to come up with something as well as to post on a regular basis.)

Imagine if...

.. every celebrity with enough power or financial status found such a worthwhile cause that so moved them to take action...

Burn your burkha

 

There should be a "Burn your burkha for Farkhunda" Day.

 

Burn your hijab, niqab, chador or whatever else the f*** there is... for Farkhunda.

 

No, I'm not a hater. I have no religious affiliations. I am not an atheist.

 

Whether it be a hijab, niqab or burkha... burn it... publicly... and stop wearing them. I can guarantee you that there are countries that women just could not do it. Not for fear of death, but because if would BE death. Women who have moved abroad... you had the ability to MOVE abroad in the first place. But it is a sign of modesty, or religious faith you argue? Right... so you cover your head or body as a sign of modesty, yet you wear makeup... eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, eyebrow pencil, you name it... To that I say... I am one hundred percent certain that she was more faithful to her religion than you OR the men (and I use that term loosely) who stoned, stomped, murdered and burned her.

 

Yes, I'm a little late to this party, and I've been thinking about it for a while. What to say, whether or not I should say anything. But you know what? The thing is I... me... little old me... I CAN say something from this little corner of the internet.

 

Disclaimer: There is a hint of sarcasm to this post. It is directed to women in "westernized" nations. Please don't if your life is truly at risk.

Twitter?

What the hell is the world coming to. Seriously. I actually entertained the idea of joining Twitter, for the sole purpose of giving advice to the Trump Administration. Which is worse, that the President of the United States AND his Press Secretary are on Twitter, or that I actually considered it?

Today...

Tis hard to explain...

... isn't it? The only way I could think of saying it before was that I'd lost my way. Well, I did lose my way, many years ago, and I suppose I am still lost, but now it is just... different. Now what comes to mind is that my light has gone out. It is no longer that I just can't see the light at the end of the tunnel, but more akin to the movie "Pitch Black" with Vin Diesel battling these nocturnal nightmarish creatures that are only kept at bay where there is light. Only here, there is no darkness, no creatures, but rather a void... filled with ringing... just ringing. A quiet, constant ringing in the ears to keep me company when there is nothing else.

Happy New Year...

[insert inspirational words here]

Gotta love the Irish...

 

It just may be that this is funnier than watching Canadians who have won Olympic medals.

 

Oh hell yeah...

It's been overdone, but I don't care.

I am fine...

 

I knew some time had passed since my previous post, and in light of that fact, and the nature of said post, the only thing I could think of to say is "I am fine.", and this song came to mind.
 

Counting Crows - Colorblind by pfefferminzherz

Eroding...

I feel this terrible guilt that has been building, for getting trapped inside my head, and not trying harder to escape. Not trying harder, period. I have moments when the grip loosens and I am able to function on a reasonable level in order to accomplish daily tasks out of necessity, however, on a day like today, the vise tightens and I am filled with the pervasive, ominous sense of futility. Nothing... then sadness... I can feel myself eroding.

To be or to atrophy...

 

The word that came to mind today in regards to my present and ongoing state of being or condition, is "atrophy".  It seemed the perfect choice, but then what was that other word, perhaps less common... "entropy"... So, in thinking that I may not have the definition correct in my brain, I went to check. Well...

atrophy:

1 : decrease in size or wasting away of a body part or tissue; also : arrested development or loss of a part or organ incidental to the normal development or life of an animal or plant

2 : a wasting away or progressive decline

entropy:

1. : a measure of the unavailable energy in a closed thermodynamic system that is also usually considered to be a measure of the system's disorder, that is a property of the system's state, and that varies directly with any reversible change in heat in the system and inversely with the temperature of the system; broadly : the degree of disorder or uncertainty in a system

2 a : the degradation of the matter and energy in the universe to an ultimate state of inert uniformity b : a process of degradation or running down or a trend to disorder

3 : chaos, disorganization, randomness

 

In light of my current, rather subtle in appearance, decay and decline in both physical and mental capacity, it would appear that both would be appropriate word choices. Only one thing remains to be said...

 

"To be or not to be... that is the question."

 

Quiet chaos...

I must find a way to escape this quiet, chaotic, swirling mess that is my brain. Or is it perhaps the fierce battle erupting between that which is my logic and the now more prevalent human frailty? If anyone were to see me at these moments, they would, if at all, simply see someone sitting quietly in contemplation, not this angst-filled, directionless castaway of the ship called life.

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A prayer for the lost...

In this cold, empty room

On this endless, empty road

When you’ve lost your way

And there is no end in sight

When there is no light to guide you

Or lead you from the darkness

I cannot help you...

I am with you there...

If I could, I would take your hand and lift you up

If I could, I would raise you up from this place...

But I cannot...

 

cki2016

Very cool...

... but weird... seeing how old they look now... considering U2 was my thing in high school...