The gnat in the eye sensation and the intense aversion to bright sunlight that drove me crazy for two weeks after the eye operation, Jeff jinxes, seem to be gone. The peripheral vision already lost is lost for good but what's left of sight sharper, and my depth perception is much improved, especially in the woods and on the disc golf course. Has not improved my putting, though throwing the Alpaca with more spin and a tiny bit more hyzer helped yesterday (in brilliant bright sunlight without my left eye wincing) at Rockburn (Hoco Parks bush-hogged out the dense nettles that ate discs and flayed legs on 13, 14, and 15!), I still missed almost all but at least was dead center high or dead center low like normal. Speaking of normal have a song then the grid of despair before the links go stale then another song and then a J.H. Prynne poem, two rest in peaces for him in the grid
"I feel like there might be some minuscule irony in the leader of a religion that dogmatically asserts that a wafer literally turns into a god fretting over "our very relationship with truth" and worrying about people in "self-referential circuits" losing "exposure to reality""
Today in I will be Catholic again before I'm ever a Democrat again
I am slowly becoming more convinced that shitlords are using Epstein as the distraction from the climate collapse that is imminent as in tomorrow not imminent as in decades from now
This is my double alma mater and workplace the last 37 years. We have a new head librarian, in my one and only interaction with her, in a bullshit meeting on *optimal teamwork,* when she was pushing AI and it was my turn to talk (I couldn't opt out) I said, so you want me to learn AI so you can eliminate my job? and in the three months since she has not talked to me once and will not make eye contact
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Onwards to the Final War for the Annihilation of Western and Eastern Civilizations!
Had my one-week post-surgery exam yesterday morning and eyedoc is highly pleased and deeply impressed with his work on my eye and reassures me this nagging paper-cut stinging in the eye's corner closest to my nose will pass in a week or so though I keep telling him it gets worse each day, it's normal, don't you know, fine metaphors abound. I can resume normal physical activity to hike with L last night and tonight and disc Rockburn or Woodsboro Saturday and Ditto or Emmitsburg or Rockburn or Woodsboro or someplace new on Sunday. According to eyedoc my left eye was 20-190 before surgery, 20-30 post-surgery. The clusterfuck looks the same to me sighted as it did blind. Here's my repaired left eye, still an old used car with +200K miles and bald tires
When will Drump anoint himself American Pope (and steal the church's money), he already thinks his words infallible even when two of his consecutive sentences directly contradict each other, that's one of his idiot savant powers. The above left eye is the last hexjeff for a while, maybe, perhaps, I hope so, no promises, I'm out of acrylic ink, out of gouache, out of watercolor blocks, time for a break. Deliberate timing - was hoping that eye-op would make reading easier, less squinty, less headachey, nope, grandpa glasses and grandpa strings for me, but I'm old, eyedoc insists. Might work, eye-op, not total blindness, but re: reading more, probably not
Pete Shelley was born 71 years ago, my favorite Pete Shelley song below the grid, but in 1981 Maha Whateverthefuckherlastnamewas fired me from the Highs that is now a Ledos on Muncaster Mill Road in Derwood for playing this "catamate" (sic) song when she walked in to get something out of her office during my Friday 4pm to midnight shift
Why You Need Stock Up on Food & Consumer Goods This Week
From Molotov cocktails to data center shutdowns, the AI backlash is turning revolutionary
Yes, the sewage spill fucked-up beloved Potomac, but it's emmeffing Shitlord data-centers in Nova (and if they get their way Maryland) that's gonna kill it
How organizations and leaders laundered clips from an Islamophobic propagandist, deliberately distorted Piker's words, and erased context to manufacture a case against him
To speak freely, I could never land on anything worth talking about but from the moment they shut me up, I’ve been full of things to say. It’s not that the mind is tricking itself but that the mind itself is a trick played on silence by the body. You might imagine a cool black pond
completely devoid of moonlight, no stand of white pine framing it and an absence of the little ripples that pleat a pond’s still surface. As for me, I can’t do it. I start stumbling only a few strokes in, incapable of imagining what isn’t there without planting it there by mistake.
If this is a crime, at least its wake is victimless, but even I can see it differs by degrees, and when speech is added to the mix, what isn’t might be addressed as if it were, then all the sailors tuning in at sea end up clinging to what they hear as fact, when it’s actually in error,
or worse, misleading by design. Still, I find it strange that the pond was never intended to be an object of the mind’s perceptual activity but a metaphor for the silence the body disturbs, although the more I give it thought, the more it slides into the mind itself, silently and still
abiding in the body, neither adding to nor taking away, until the body wants something it can’t quite reach, or needs what evanesces to stay, and as its inner distance widens, deepens, I paddle across dark water to the pond’s inky center, where wave by wave a new reality is speaking.
If I was a gambler I would bet that Dump will NOT drop - and if he orders the military to drop a nuke they will drop a nuke - a nuke on Iran at eight eastern daylight tonight, but I would take take a flyer on they-meant-to-but-dropped-it-on-Istanbul-by-mistake at +2500
Reminder: Dump is the idiot savant of blunt, he's a shitlord weapon, this would not be happening without their sanction, and he's not who those in Club Shitlord, omerta-sworn and blackmailed-loyal, are scared of
My dying during eye surgery this Thursday in the nuclear retaliatory attacks against shitlords' nuclear bombing of Iran would appropriately complete the Slothrop metaphor of my life's trajectory mirroring the United States of Assholes'
Speaking of which, back afterward, eye hope to, um, see you soon, but if not...
"Nothing I could say about the GOP base is as illustrative as the fact that Trump understands that posting black people in what his audience considers a “white space” will make them incandescently angry"
"One of these political leaders has been repeatedly portrayed as an untrustworthy radical hostile to others because of his religious beliefs. You’ll never guess which one!"
I swear to you, I'd never heard of this guy until a week ago, I only know what I read in this and one other article, I see who hate him so he can't be all bad
L asked me to go to Saturday's No Kings! rally on Rockville Pike at the Strathmore campus so we walked the loop from our house. It was bigger, more festive and boisterous, than last October's. Multiple signs begged god to slump Trump over now as if Trump is the sole cause of the clusterfuck rather than a uniquely skilled and frighteningly effective shitlord weapon doing exactly what shitlords want, as if Trump dying will trigger a paradigm-shifting clusterfuck reset. An acquaintance (the mother of a kid my daughter went to high school with) from Garrett Park wondered why the ruling elite permit Trump the latitude to wreck the world, I... said nothing, I'm nuts, don't you know. Once home put on the album below this sentence and started working on the grid below this song
