I’m still without a computer, & though I’m getting better with a phone, it remains more problematic than efficient. Here’s yet another offering from the archives to sublimate, while I continue to twiddle thumbs… Y’all be well; & happy as you may; I’ll be back as soon as my computer is repaired… Stay strange, folks; it’s your best defense these days. …
gigoid, the dubious
“The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.” — May Sarton
Man, I certainly hope so! If not, what the hell am I doing here? I’m sure as hell not spewing out my guts every day just so people will like me; it’s nice when they do, and helps me appreciate the good that remains in this sad old world, but I’m too old to spend any more effort worrying about how what I say when I write might upset somebody’s applecart. I write to get the stuff in my head out where I can look at it objectively, or at least editorially, and where I can make a rational decision as to whether or not it needs to be eased out, gently and persuasively, or spit out, decisively and vehemently.
I try not to spew too widely, to actually aim what I’m throwing, so that individuals…
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