Give me a week… I’ll be back…
this is the end of the fallow days…
this is the end of excuses…
this is the end of silence…
this is the end of impostor syndrome…
this is the end of perfectionism…
this is the end of the bullshit…
I might be limping across the finish line…
at least i’ll finish strong…
with my head held high…
let’s get this out of the way, the first three to six months of this will be straight garbage…not that it’s ever been filet mignon…the main objective will be effort…if sometimes that means posting something to say, “here, i posted something…” well, that’s what it will be…this has always been, and will continue to be, a whipping post for ideas, a soapbox for things that inspire, a place to brag, whine, and otherwise internet emote…for my benefit…if you find some entertainment here…well, good on you…
I’m pushing all in…
let’s hope it’s not too little, too late…
Otto Dix, Portrait of a Prisoner
http://www.ottodix.org/
pogrom
noun
The organized killing of many people usually because of their race or religion.
As in:
“Where will you be when the pogroms begin?”
“Organizing the revolution.”
You look spectacular today.
As in, Idiot, Be Good. Usually a short, heavy, rod or club used to beat the stupid senseless. Man, I really could have used one of these today.
Try this on for size…
The incessant questions from my daughter has kicked into gear. Yesterday she caught me short with this one;
“What’s a country?”
My mind automatically does something like this: Noun, person, place, thing…
My mouth does this:
“It’s a place…defined by physical borders, politics and culture.”
She was silent.
I hope I didn’t break that particular train of thought. I hope I planted a seed instead. I’ve got to get better at this real quick.
