Showing posts with label Golden Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Golden Man. Show all posts

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Wear Your Heart on Your Sleeve...

...And I'll roll a bone, stranger.


^v^_-;

Looking for love in my PayPal account
----> under William R. Way

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Quintanilla


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As always, if you can and want, feel free to help a brother out with the Gofundme, Venmo or PayPal links to the right... Blessy Jesue arright!!

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Gardening - 園芸

In addition to maintaining the lilac starter (I believe it's the white one), I've saved these two from death by dessication:

Carpet Flower

Lavender

And here's the worm farm...



...And Eric's compost on the North side of the house:



PS Doesn't look like I'll be able to sign that affidavit at San Francisco Superior Court any time this or next month... But I would love to and know I need to!!! HELP!


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Learning...

I've memorized almost half, and am continuing to learn... Next month: Redcross.org to earn my adult and pediatric first aid and CPR certification...


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Friday, May 26, 2017

2017 Goals

It's a slightly overcast, cool morning, and Eric's come up from Ventura; he's asleep on the couch. Coffee's made, breakfast eaten. The elk just passed through in the North. Clara Nell in town has a job for me today, working in her yard... Today I'm thinking about my goals for June, and they include the following:
  • Earn my CPR and First Aid cards through the Red Cross.
  • Clean up my LinkedIn page and start networking more through it.
  • Meet with Helen after my June 5th psychiatry appointment at Zuckerberg General to discuss my housing options, and moving back to San Francisco.
  • Take my driving test with the DMV, and finish earn my driver's license.
  • Make out with an age-appropriate Marine veteran.
(I had to throw something fun in there. It's summer after all!) I still intend on working on the house renovations in Stonyford, and helping Mom with that, but Mom's pretty independent, and while we live together pretty well, she doesn't really need me here, and my needs will be better met living mostly in the City...


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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Arnold Loved Hearts

And one day, Arnold took off for where I'd been, knowing I'd have left hearts. On his way to collect those hearts, Arnold got killed, they told me. It was very sad. I was very sad. Everybody was very sad. The details as relayed to me were fuzzy -- just something that happened. Arnold was a baby. I still miss you, Arnold.

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I might be seeing a lawyer about an affidavit regarding my years as a TNDC tenant on the 5th -- for sure I'm seeing the psychiatrist about my diagnoses, as well as about that 2014 MRI, which medical records assure us was "unremarkable." We'll need to talk definitely about Chantix, as nothing else has helped me quit cigarettes!

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With this kind of weather in May, it'll be a wonder if we here in Colusa and Glenn counties don't see thunderstorms in July or August, maybe -- murie sing cuccu.

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So European! American Spirit Black are over $10 per pack at the Stonyford General Store -- but the two-for-a-dollar Swishers are still as marked! (I tend to favor the blueberry when it comes to the latter.)

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Cleaned that Perry Ellis linen suit of Eric's. Funny enough, with a little pressing, it fits me just fine. I'll look positively fabulous with it and an ice-cold bottle of Ruffino, whether at the lake or at the top of the 19th Street stairs! If only I can find those damn Nico Nerinis; they're probably hidden somewhere in a friend's garage.

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The very word "Dunkirk" fills me with a vast sorrow and an aching keen; that's the title of a movie about the WWI battle coming out this summer.

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Apparently, Mr. McMillon in Bentonville gave the go-ahead for me to be corrected by Walmart staff as though I'm a Dorothy Allison creation whenever I'm in the Willows store (#02053). My mother dutifully misplaced her receipt, so I'm not sure if "Marc" with a "C" (who uses his smartphone as a weapon against the possible legion of Nova Lee Nations out there) was on the receipt last week. (In addition, I despair of ever finding that damn football-themed gift card sent me by Ryan in Clackamas, OR.) Who knows what non-fun will take place on the AM of May 24th? Really, I just wanted to be fairly compensated or paid off for what's square.


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Monday, April 24, 2017

I Might Be Waiting For An Answer; In the Meantime, Be One With The Will...

私が研究している間、これを見てください... ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃


ワンチャントジドリゾ!

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では,ちょっとお願いがあるんですが... ^-^

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Sādhu

"The strength of your mind lies its conviction in the importance of its own actions, its ability to stick with what it knows is skillful; its qualities of mindfulness, concentration and discernment. These are the qualities of mind that determine how you’re going to deal with issues in life as they come up. The more mindful you are, the stronger your concentration, the more likely you are to deal in a skillful way because you’re coming from a position of strength. You not only know what the skillful action is, but you’re also strong enough to actually do it.

"Often we know the right thing to do but we just simply don’t have the strength to do it. And if that’s the way we live, imagine what it’s going to be like when we die. The body will be a lot weaker, the mind will be distracted by all kinds of things -- your thoughts of this, you’re going to miss this and miss that, you’ve only a little time left for this or that. The people around you are all in a turmoil. The mind has to be really strong to put up with a situation like that and not buckle under. And the shape of your mind at that point is going to have a huge impact on how you are reborn. The life you’ve lived is going to have a huge impact as well.

"They compare dying to falling asleep and dreaming, except that in this particular case you can’t come back to the body anymore. When you fall asleep, a little dream world will appear in your mind and you go into it: That’s your first dream. Now the nature of that dream world could be something realistic or something totally fantastic, pleasant or unpleasant. The nature of the dream world that appears has to do both with your past actions -- issues that have been weighing on your mind for a long time -- or your current state of mind.

"The principle that applies as you go to sleep applies at the moment of death as well, except at that point the mind does tend to be a lot weaker, a lot more desperate. It will jump -- especially if it’s untrained -- it’ll jump at anything. If you can train the mind to be more mindful and alert to what’s going on, then if you see something unpromising coming up, you don’t have to jump for it. You realize that you’ve got the choice, and if you learn how to keep in mind the good things you’ve done in life, that makes it easier for good dream worlds to appear at the time. But regardless, the important thing is that how you die is determined by how you live. That’s the issue right now. And so you need the meditation to develop these five strengths..."

- Thanissaro Bikkhu





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Saturday, January 28, 2017

Only 39 and Due To No Fault of Mine Another Dream Sails West...

This is the year of the Rooster, and I am a Snake in Water... Grumble -- this was supposed to be a gangbuster year for me! I'm fresh out of debt, with a clean credit history, and was just starting my savings plan so that I might travel to Mexico and to Morocco, to learn Spanish and Arabic (respectively.) But with Trump in office, how can this come to pass? Already, Iran slams its doors shut in response to our legislating America's making mandatory that we as a country all agree to commit the very sin of Sodom itself.

Ma, shou ga nai ya na...


Sunday, October 16, 2016

Mr. Matt Lucas's Worst Nightmare

Somewhere above the Atlantic, on Virgin Flight 69...

MR. LUCAS: "Pardon me -- stewardess? I say, stewardess!"
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: "What can I do for you, Mr. Lucas?"
MATT LUCAS [licks lips nervously]: "May I please order the Mile High Club and a Diet Coke?"
FLIGHT ATTENDANT [chuckles cruelly]: "Sure, but I should warn you: the turkey's a little dry..."


Saturday, October 15, 2016

Angels

Nothing clever to write.  Still alive, and still listening.  The sorrow is a bottomless well, and the drugs aren't exactly perfect...