Saturday, March 23, 2024

Hiatus...Hold, Maybe Endgame

I think we'll stop here. There doesn't seem to be much happening besides the details of the decline.

For those of you who've yet to make the decision, I talked w my friend Trini a few days ago. He did alot of the early work on Phoebe: installed her roof rack and built the custom rack that kept things handy inside near the back ceiling.

Phoebe


Trini was a big guy, round of stomach. He had triple by-pass surgery a year ago and said he's still recovering. As you may know, after they tried stenting and found my three arteries blocked, I chose to take meds instead of surgery. It was the right decision for me.

There're three posts that'll appear after I'm gone. The title of the first is: Relationship ist Alles.


Here's a rousing tune to go out on.


🥕 Happy Travels! 🥕


Friday, March 22, 2024

Hospice Referral

My health has deteriorated sufficiently that my cardiologist felt she could refer me to hospice; it's the first step toward Medical Aid in Dying (MAID) which, up 'til now, I've resisted.

Over 400 satisfied customers have taken advantage of the program in the year and a half it's been available, but I don't like the requirement of picking a date & time and that a physician then, at the appointed time, comes bearing the lethal cocktail as if bestowing a sacrament.

While I hope the physician is kind and sympathetic, the protocol feels incredibly pompous and -- at least from my perspective -- obviates any possibility for spontonaity; it actually feels disgusting and abhorrent. On the other hand, gaining access to the program likely means many participants are eagerly begging, PLEADING, for release if they picked a time & date too far out. And what of the folks who *did* and now are no longer capable of drinking it down?

But the past couple of weeks things have taken a sharp turn. The syncope, the feeling of losing consciousness, has become almost continuous except when I'm lying down. Then, if I turn my head or move in the slightest, there's a wave of dizziness.

Nausea is constant with extended (10 minutes or more) of wretching every half hour or so. And today, after not having eaten in a couple of days, straining with dry heaves.


Tuesday, March 19, 2024

COMMENTING Disabled

No idea what they've done, but my comments on others' blogs have come back w a long note about being blocked.

Somehow I doubt, though it's certainly possible, everyone decided to block me in the same week.

In the 14 years of blogging I haven't had to even moderate comments, let alone block anyone. My yahoo email is at the bottom of my profile and my gmail email is on my "complete" profile....lest you too are being "blocked," but not by me.

Monday, March 18, 2024

Psychedelic Science 2023

Having attended conferences where the Keynote was something to "get through," I was pleasantly surprised by how interesting this one is.

I chose the custom amount of $25.00 to gain access.


Tap image to goto Home Page of Conference





I was fortunate to have guidance when I began my explorations in altered states at 13 and a half and had four years of solid space-travel under my belt before I tried LSD. That "upbringing," not too dissimilar from the one that came with my small glass of wine at dinner when I was seven, included sincere words of caution.

Many sessions later, I can count on one hand the times I took it "recreationally," mainly because I often spent several hours slogging through demons and baggage. The small doses I've been taking every few months for the last several years have helped me navigate as I embraced the re-emergence of my emotions and my felt-self (kinda like dryer-lint, but different).

I had, just before leaving for Germany, begun vomiting as we walked from our classroom to the cafeteria. We, Mom, younger brother and I, were in a duplex across the street from St. Bernard Academy.



The nuns, sympathetic, let me come home for lunch. There were several I liked alot, but even in First Grade I didn't cotton to their trip. Looking back, I surmise the nausea was a sub-conscious reaction to having to suppress emotions as we, yet again, pulled up stakes.

I still encounter nausea when I'm overwhelmed, which, curiously, is happening more frequently as the debilitations increase. But I can't tell the difference between a chronic stomach upset and a psychosomatic one. More LSD, methinks.

Sunday, March 17, 2024

Lilac Trees

The husband of an acquintance, in the throes of a virus, slipped over the edge into delirium and began crying for his mom and his first wife. Incidents such as this are, though not yet common, becoming more frequent as my cohort (I'm 71) approaches the end of the line. 

I think it was Joanna (therapist in 2012) who asked if my mom was depressed. At the time, I didn't think so, but years later, as I remember being rocked on her shoulder and her singing her version of this song, I wonder?


Tap image to goto lyrics



They were married seven or eight years before I was born. During that time they visited Paris, skiied the Alps and lived in Friede Wagner's home in Bayreuth where they had a chaffuer, gardener, cook and maid. The time in the gouse was in appreciation for his work as a double-agent.

After I was born he was away, fighting in Korea. If not depressed, I know she missed him.

The dizzyness when I sat up last night had me gagging for awhile. Fortunately, I had nothing in my stomach, and have eaten very little these past couple of weeks.

This morning, as the syncope took hold, I was able, before I fell, to lie down on the kitchen floor.


I'm close to calling for her.




Friday, March 15, 2024

Allana Clarke

Is it okay to like something for its own sake? As a white man, I can relate only in the vaguest way to being Black, let alone a Black female.

The time I dated a Black woman, in my late thirties, I was surprised, when we went out, by how White I felt. It was kinda similar to being monolingual in Whitehorse, YT, where everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, spoke at least three languages.

The wall pieces appeal, but her statement, music, performance pieces leave me saddened. Still, I had to add her in; I like it enough to want to find it again, and this is the only way for that to happen.




Videos

Thursday, March 14, 2024

Cheese!

M.F.K. Fisher wrote about her travels. Her descriptions of people, places and food are exceptionally evocative.




In the 2nd-to-last paragraph of How To Cook a Wolf, published in 1942, she opines "An unnesessary peptic goad, but a very nice one now and then, is a good, soft stinky cheese, a Camenbert or Liederkranz...." 

Unfamiar with Liederkranz, I wended my way via The Web to Chalet Cheese where I ordered some plus a pound each of white Brick, both young AND aged Swiss and some Pannaro. 

It's true there's cheese made in Tucumcari. But there're some things that just aren't right and high, eastern New Mexico scrubland-made cheese is one of 'em.

Five pounds of cheese including 2-day shipping came to $17.60/pd. A deal compared with the $24.97 per pound for an attractively mottled roguefort at Smith's (Kroger). And from a fifth generation family farm where there's plenty of water.

Thank you, Ms. Mary Francis Kennedy Fisher Parrish Friede.

Here she is a week or month before her 80th birthday. At 20:35 she says, "Everything is sexual." What a woman!

Monday, March 11, 2024

Saturday, March 9, 2024

Pie

Edward's is the one. Despite having reached an all-time high in dimensionalty, my baseless confidence in the rightness of all things has me convinced I'll eventually shrink back to something less horrifying. Thus, we need not resort to extreme measures such as deprivation. Unable to go much farther than the bathroom, I requested Ms. Cook bring home "something good" for dessert.




She was able to secure the last package of key lime, a fav of us both. It comes with two slices.


The Baaaahth

My appreciation of a bath goes back decades. So well-known is this proclivity that when Michelle remodeled the bathroom she sought out a comfortable tub...even though it'd been ten years since I was here.


Note bidet controls on right side of komode



The price for indoor plumbing, a mortgage, always seemed exorbitant, not to mention there be neighbors. But, as being able to extrude a turd takes on an ever-greater feeling of accomplishment, now, particularly when the temperatures impair the relaxation of the sphincters, the wall-heater has acquired a special place in my heart.



Influenced by an early childhood in Japan, I shower before settling in for the soak. A small space, it's easy to heat and requires minimal effort to clean. Michelle's decorative embellishments (note light switch) lend a festive "air."


Tub-side towel holder





The lower right was damaged in a since-forgotten incident. Someday it'll be repaired, but we don't like to rush things.


Living Room
(Note leaf pattern)






Friday, March 8, 2024

Zach Smith

Last night one of our stories was The Worst Breakfast illustrated by Zach Smith.


Tap images to goto Amazon



One of the benefits of being an aficionado is I recognize quality when I see it. This article about Smith lists a few of the museums he's in and mentions his book We Did Porn. The article, by  | Mar 23, 2023, in Artillery, has other tidbits and you may wanna read it first for its insights into Zach's penchants.




Reviews of We Did Porn are encouraging. The one that suggests the latter half of the book is a love letter to Candy Crushed. (adult content warning) sent me seeking. A petite young woman, she is apparently quite popular. The link above is to Pornhub, a free site.

Below's one by Zach; so far, my fav.


Thursday, March 7, 2024

Sounds Of the City

The view of the Sandia Mountains, one of the city's few redeeming qualities, obliterated.



A few days ago, a friend witnessed a shootout between high-schoolers wielding automatic pistols. The story has it a girl came to fight another but her opponent was in a car so they just opened fire. Police never came; they have real murders to deal with. This, in a moderately decent neighborhood.

It's really exciting down in the war zone

Albuquerque: the cesspool of the Southwest.


Wednesday, March 6, 2024

EXIT Intn'l Thank You

It''s been a mere year and a half that Medical Aid In Dying (MAID) has been available in New Mexico. One group is revelling while another is working to have it removed.

Though a step in the right direction, the hospice nurse I recently spoke with  said I had to pick a date and time so a physician could hand me the lethal cocktail. This is a ridiculous requirement.

Here is a Thank You letter from a daughter whose parents were able to assert their right of "body autonomy." A human right, it is, sadly, only recognized in Switzerland. 




Information is available in the Peaceful Pill Handbook at:




Monday, March 4, 2024

Lion's Head - Hat Shop

We went to the Old Town Hat Shop to select a new chappeau for me. Michelle ordered a couple of items. On our way to get them today (I'm up, out of bed!) we passed this embellishment.








The Hat



Sunday, March 3, 2024

A Good Day

Today was a good day. After the preceding weeks almost anything would be an improvement. Last night the nausea compelled me to take another of my hoarded, three-year-old Ondansetron. This morning I awoke hungry & able to drink. Breakfast was a few delicious bits of ham w cheese shreds on half a tortilla "waved" for 35 seconds.

If it weren't for the nausea, I'd be suicidal from the boredom, but I've had some interesting literature: Airline: Style at 30,000 Feet is a bizzare reminiscence of the heyday of flight when stewardesses had to have fifteen inch waists and know how to endure Trump-esque misogyny with a smile.






After the section on clothes came food, followed by interiors. In those days people dressed up to travel and business & first-class came with interesting food creatively presented and  complimentary champaign. Still, it felt a bit like dredging the barrel.

After weeks abed, I was sore and, arising from my labors, took myself off to the Chinese Massage place. Last time my hip had been acting out and after some prelim on my legs I directed her to the area of concern. She was amazingly strong and her ministrations lasted the better part of a month, but this past stint had me aching again. I was a tad apprehensive about returning as when I left last time I had the feeling she was annoyed at my not having requested a happy ending.

This time, as she did my legs, she came even closer to my groin. I endured. When I finally forced a look at the clock and saw there was only ten minutes left and she was working my left foot again, I interrupted her and said, "Back" and rolled onto my side. 

At $60/hr with a $10 processing fee for using a credit card plus a $20.00 tip, I can only afford it once a month, if that. Her touch is wonderful and I'm afraid I'm gonna have to succumb to the tantalization. That'll add at least another half hour. If anyone feels my pain, Phoebe's maintenance fund is in the upper right of the desktop view.

On the way back from Michelle's catsit I was able to go into Trader Joe's where, as I approached the entrance, a comely young Security Guard complimented me on my overalls. She followed her opener with an extemporanious singsong advert: "Overalls feel good over all." 

That was more than enough for me and we commenced. Over the following fifteen minutes I got to admire her Shirley Temple curls, sparkling eyes and delightfully full figure; learned she'd trained as an auto tech and taken some courses in animation. She enjoys working on vehicles but security pays better. Despite my assurance I've only nine readers, she declined to be videoed saying, "I don't wanna go viral."

Now, at nearly midnight, the angina is nagging, but the nausea is still absent.

A good day.

Lair

Quality of life. Measured in a variety of ways.



Saturday, March 2, 2024

Name Change

I'm not big on appropriating other cultures' traditions, but there're (there are, not there's) a number that have name-changes.

It appears my nomadic days are at an end; likely all travel. Thus, "nomad" in the blog's title gets changed to "fixed," "settled."





Wahnfried is the name of Richard Wagner's (the composer) home in Bayreuth; it means "madness free;" being nomadic freed me from the madness. Now trapped, I'm (fortunately) losing my hearing; I augment it with earplugs.

Bedridden much of the past month, I saw the full moon for a few minutes, but otherwise have gone out -- amidst the perpendiculars of pavement -- only to do errands.

I feel good about managing, with phone calls and a brief personal appearance, to set up a new Death Café at the Holiday Park Community Center. There'll only be two meetings, in April & May until the Fall as the facility is tied to the school semester. They'll resume in September. Convenient for dwellers of the "Heights," Jane Westbrook will host.




Update 7.Mar.24

Jane decided not to do the Death Cafés.


Friday, March 1, 2024

Baker's Cyst

After extensive badgering, Michelle's primary care provider (PCP) condescended to a doppler ultrasound. It was the possibility of a life-threatening Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT) that inspired her. 😠


Fortunately, it's a Baker's Cyst.

Baker's cyst MRI Image courtesy S Bhimji MD


Read all about it in this Continuing Education article in the National Library of Medicine.

The exciting part of aging is the discovery of the myriad things that can be "problematic."

Cat-sitter Extraordinaire!


And they say it just gets worse (more exciting!).

Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Gastritis, Dizzyness, Nausea & Twinges, Oh, My!

Yuh go along saying, "When it gets that bad, I'll check out." But instead of that, something else comes along...and you muddle through. Then the next thing....and the next. Each time I've come out the other side.

The full-on panic attack a couple of days ago has me wondering how much of today's agglomeration is psychosomatic.

I awoke at 9 a.m. feeling as if I was afloat in a small boat. It was really strange feeling dizzy while lying still; the slightest movement of my head made it worse.

The gastritis, a symptom from the highly acidic cocktail of heart medications, has been "problematic" all along. Ongoing experiments in food & liquid combinations haven't produced any mitigating results. A couple of weeks ago it ramped up a few notches & became continuous. Nausea joined up to reduce my food intake to very little; Mr. Stomach was imitating the wicked witch of the West moaning, "I'm shrinking, I'm shrinking!"

Pee is as dark as coffee...not drinking enough water.



In the evening Danielle the Death Doula came over. 
She looks much younger than her 40 years and lying in bed hearing first-hand her incredible tale of survival that included an NDE brought tears of empathy at her struggle and tears of happiness as she told how she's healthier than ever before. 

It was the NDE that changed her life and set her on the course of helping people die easily, without anxiety or fear.

Monday, February 26, 2024

James Fadiman - Microdosing

 James's wiki page.



The Remarkable Results of

Microdosing: James Fadiman



Stewart Brand and Myron Stoloroff are mentioned in James's Wiki article. Stewart started The Whole Earth Catalogue & Myron was involved in psychedelic research from the 1960s until his death in 2013. The links are to their Wiki pages.

An article about Myron with a phenomenal number of links to incredible stuff.


Mind States Program. This page includes quotes from a panel of elders including Ann & Sasha Shulgin, Laura Huxley, Michael Horowitz, Cynthia Palmer, Huston Smith and Myron Stoloroff.

Thursday, February 22, 2024

Bosque Trails Hospice

The interview lasted two hours.


I didn't qualify.


I hobbled back to bed and slept from 4 - 7 pm
We spent the evening together, resting.
Then, as usual, bedtime stories.
She's able to get around a little with a cane.

Thursday, February 15, 2024

Take Your LSD, Dear....

 

...and you'll be alright.


I couldn't move. I felt paralyzed and it was all I could do to hold the phone; talking was an incredible effort. Ever since reading how Aldous had asked Laura to inject him with LSD as he waa dying, I've wanted to go that way too. But I couldn't get up to get it.

I called the Doulas and they were busy. I called the caregiver who was with Susan, Michelle's mom, when she died. She too was busy. Finally, I called Michelle. When I'd left her lasr night she was grimacing in pain as she hopped the 15 feet from her bed to the bathroom. I really didn't think she could get to me. It's a small house, but given her level of pain, it's a long way to the Smirket Room (SR). But she managed to cut me a dose and pass it into my upturned palm. 


This painting by Janet Rontz provides nice contrast to the wall of the SR. I haven't heard from the Rontz's in decades. No doubt they died long ago. Janet made large paintings of flowers....the ones she saw on their visits to Hawai'i. This was an anomoly in her oeuvré.




Less than 10 hours later and I'm not bak on muh feets, but d'mouf iz movin' agin, ah kin tawk.At 256 pds an' rising, there's some ambivalence about whether that's a good thang. 

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Michelle's Knee

Gave out. She injured it last week on the leg press in the Holiday Park Fitness Room. We'll try for an MRI tomorrow. Finding coverage for the catsits is a priority.


The three-plus hours of the Death Planning seminar yesterday had me laid up all day today. As informative as they are, doubt I'll attend again; just don't have the energy.


Thursday, February 8, 2024

Sikelianos-Carter at San Luis Obispo Museum of Art

 A vicarious experience.


I got taken along as She-of-the-Capri visited the museum. 

Braided yarn and twine resemble the way some people of color "do" their hair. Spread fingers to "largen" for detail.






Various glitters shift colors as one moves.



It helps to read the arist's statement



Her website

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Seattle Erotic Art Festival

April 26, 27 & 28 -- 2024

Seattle Center Exhibition Hall

301 Mercer Street

Seattle, WA 98109 USA


Vimeo videos don't embed (prudes). So all I can do is offer the link. 

 https://vimeo.com/332370094


Photo unattributed on SEAF website


2022 Gallery Exhibition photos 



Tuesday, February 6, 2024

Twisted Windows

Among the cultural amenities available in larger cities are events and performances such as those of Twisted Windows. 

Saturday, 13th, April, 2024 8 pm - 11 pm. (PDT)

San Francisco, California, USA


Shay Red-Riding-Hood

Photo attribution looked for but not found


https://forbiddentickets.com/events/twisted-windows/6a3ec96380


https://forbiddentickets.com/events/shay-tiziano


More of Shay Tiziano's videos

Sunday, February 4, 2024

Near Death Experience (NDE) Rabbit Hole

It's in Lessons From the Light (available on Hoopla) that I found mention of Dr. Janice Holden and The Institute for Near Death Studies.

Then, in this interview with Dr. Holden, she mentions Bruce Greyson, a prominent psychiatrist who has also researched NDEs and is the author of After: A Doctor Explores What Near-Death experiences reveal about life and beyond and co-author of Irreducible Mind by Edward F. Kelly.



Along the way I found...

Dr. Mary Neal, a scientist and kayaker who was trapped underwater for 30 minutes and wrote about her NDE describes her experience in this YT video



Death Brings Context To Life - Dr. Mary Neal



and

Anita Moorjani who wrote Dying To Be Me a book I read a couple of years ago and enjoyed.


Also


and




A FINE Sunday evening's warren-wander.


Thursday, February 1, 2024

Return of Phoebe

For the record...let it be noted that on this day 1.Feb.24, Phoebe rode forth with new struts & shocks & a completely rebuilt & custom-crafted clutch system. 

She went into the shop soon after I arrived to Albuq in early October. It took a month of cogitating, disassembly & more cogitating to begin to understand the extent of the problem. When Daniel, owner of By the Book Diesel and Auto Repair, finally called to tell me about it, he wasn't sure if once they did everything they thought was needed if it would fix the problem.

Parts are increasingly hard to find and it was through a supplier I'd heard of from another Geo owner that Daniel was referred to someone in Oregon who has a stockpile. Waiting for people to return his calls added days, maybe weeks to the job. 

When I left Phoebe with him I'd hoped to be back on the road in three weeks. As doctor appointments kept getting pushed further out and parts-hunting became a job in its own right, it became evident the soonest might be the end of January. Around Christmas we tossed the timeline out the window. Knowing there was nothing to do but wait, I watched as the weeks went by...and learned to enjoy indoor plumbing. Last Wednesday, the call came: she was ready.



Drawing by Michelle D. Cook


Thursday was busy; Friday came and went. They're closed on weekends and I had several appointments on Monday. Tuesday at the gym was tough and resulted in me not getting out of bed on Wednesday. It was a week and a day before I could get to her.

As we reviewed the operation and I came to understand how the problems came to light; Daniel again told of his concern that they'd no way to know if all their work would make a difference; the problem could be elsewhere. He'd cautioned me at the "starting gate" that they couldn't foretell what all they might encounter.

Having owned businesses myself, I had experienced problems where no one came away happy; this one held that potential.


The pedal assembly from Oregon came with only one bushing (it uses two) and no rubber for the pedal. Fortunately, the old one had one good bushing and Skyler, doing the work, was able to salvage the rubber from the old pedal and glue it to the new one.

With the old assembly removed, they could see that the pedal had been welded at an angle that reduced the amount of travel and didn't make full use of the cable.

The following three photos show the pedal and the welds.

The pedal in the upper left




The weld, though not pretty, was strong. However, the pedal position on the shaft was incorrect.





Also, the end of the old shaft assembly was square and fitted - like a mortise and tenon -  into a hole in a rod at the end of the shaft. Both the end of the shaft and the hole were becoming rounded and it wouldn't have been much longer before it too would've been a problem. The new assembly was splined, a change no doubt prompted by recognition of the weakness of the mortise-and-tenon design.


Rounding (wear) of Mortise & Tenon



The clutch cable was worn and due to a bent connecting arm (possibly bent during an encounter with an obstruction), misaligned. After straightening the connecting arm, Skyler cut off the mounting bolts for the cable bracket at the transmission-end and rewelded them an inch further toward the rear. This shortened the cable providing more room for adjustment. He also welded closed a cutout in the bracket, thereby strengthening it and eliminating a small amount of flex that reduced the cable's effective travel.

Welded Cutout



The third area of trouble was the firewall. The cable's mounting bracket bolts to the engine-side of the firewall. The metal is so thin that the pedal pressure caused it to flex. Though the actual distance was small, combined with everything else, the cumulative effect kept the clutch from working properly and limited the available adjustment.


The silver bracket with its two bolts is stock. The gray, gun-metal plate behind it was custom-crafted and affixed to the firewall



While the words above explain the problem, they don't come near conveying the amount of thought and effort involved in making the repair. While I give full credit to Daniel and Skyler's tenacity, Orlando also contributed.

Daniel attributed my willingness to give them carte blanche in solving the problem plus throwing out the timeline with giving them the confidence to move ahead. But as I told them, "I couldn't afford another vehicle; we had to fix it." But I knew as well as they, that "had to" isn't what makes it happen. 

So the success was appreciated by all.

                 -----------------------------------------------

With this, her seventh year of restoration, we crossed the $30,000.00 mark. Though I've jokingly likened it to a bad marriage wherein there's no way out, I never had enough money to buy a vehicle in Phoebe's present condition. Thanks to VISA and Mastercard, I've been able to stay out from under a bridge, which is where I'd have been without her. And everytime I roll down a window I savor the fact that I don't have to turn on the ignition.

(When on rough terrain I know I'm sitting atop a parallel box-beam (truck) frame, not a flimsy uni-body; she has real four wheel drive that enables her to clamber about with more nimble-arity than an AWD. She has real bumpers; when, a few years ago we were rear-ended at a red light in Flagstaff and knocked forward 8 feet, the RAM that hit us sustained heavy damage. Phoebe wasn't even scratched.

Oh, and her Check Engine light is off.)

Worth every penny.

We're ready to ride.

    Many, many thanks to By the Book.




Tuesday, January 30, 2024

Claire Sinclair

There's something particularly touching about unexpected largess. There were some unexpected expenses this month and around mid-month I emptied my checking account and wallet in order to pay someone with cash ($100.00). Since then, about ten days or so ago, I've been running on credit.

Hoping the small retirement from the University might've auto-deposited, I went to see. It hadn't but there, shining brightly against the former void, was a Zelle deposit for $35.00. 

I called the bank and they said to wait a day to see if the transaction processed. It did. 

Please forgive me Ms. Sinclair if I should know who you are. But THANK YOU!! Surprises such as yours help sustain my barely-hanging-on faith that "You never know."

(And if it was an accident, please don't hestitate to let me know.)

                        😊😊😊😊😊


14.Feb.24 Update

Since I didn't know Claire the bank assumes it was a mistake and sends the money back.

It was nice while it lasted.

Holiday Park Fitness Room

We arrived a little after 1 pm...a first. We had another engagement at 2:30 and as venetable nutrias of substantial girth, hurrying is not in our nature. As it was they texted us at 2:23 to say the'd be there around 2:50, so we had some time.






PERSONAL BEST - treadmill

Incline: 3.0

Pace: 1.5 mph

Lap: 2 (just out of the gate on lap 2. A lap may equal a mile)

Time: 11"47 secs



Saturday, January 27, 2024

GOSAFE Act

Designed to limit magazines to 10 bullets and prevent modifications such as bump-stocks, it's a sad sign of the state of the nation that this paltry effort (link is to article in The New Mexican) is considered "an effort" at all. Below is my reply to Senator Heinrich's letter encouraging support for the GOSAFE Act.

                  --------------------------------------------------

Dear Senator Heinrich,

While I am glad to see an effort to limit war-like weapons, it is, at the same time discouraging; it's another example of treating the symptom rather than the cause.

In 2010 I drove up the east side of the Rockies and crossed over through Banff-Jasper park from whence I took the Al-Can highway to Tok and on to my destination in Palmer, Alaska.

It was my first visit to Canada and I was nervous about being in another country, but from the Mountie who greeted me at the border with "Welcome to God's country" to the border guard who waved me through and back into The States two months later, I never felt safer. 

I have no fondness for the 2nd amendment and actually think anyone who does is deluded. Surely you recognize the problems that engender "mass shootings" have little to do with the availability of weapons or the right to arm bears.

Though we've made progress toward changing the bigotry, rascism, mysogyny and xenophobia that're endemic to America, until we accept the challenge of fostering a sense of inclusive well-being, I suspect our country will end up mired in corruption and internal enmities much like the Mid-east. 

I am in no way suggesting we give up, but the changes necessary will need to begin in our schools. We need smaller classes that provide an environment of safety in which trust and openness enable teachers to address the incipient emotions that incite mass shootings.

Recognizing the role teachers play as surrogate parents, limiting class size to around 12 and paying them at levels commensurate with their role is essential to changing this country's trajectory.

Limiting access to war-weapons only affects those  whose attitudes are grounded in ignorance and fear. And though there are many of them, it is their children who carry forward the behaviors of bullying, derisive epithets and other forms of ostracism and devisiveness.

My opinions stem from several years as owner of a small company that provided over 20 after-school programs to APS (Albuq Public Schools) elementary and middle schools. I saw first-hand the individual attention children need in learning to navigate the path toward critical thinking and adult decision-making. We have yet to meet our duty to our children. Perhaps you can find a way to get us started.

Appreciative of your patriotism,

      MFH

Thursday, January 25, 2024

EnidDine

It's been decades since Michelle did any video work, but something reminded her of me disgustedly throwing down the giant frisbee at White Sands at the end of Smokin' White Folks.

There're a few others on her YT channel, but the two below may have a (somewhat) broader appeal.

https://www.youtube.com/@EnidDine


Sophie, in Can't Let You Go, showed up on my doorstep a few months after Mom died. I'd co-signed Mom's 2nd mortgage and three days later she died of a heart attack. The house needed alot of work; I'd been laid off from my executive position at the University so had the time and was using my 401k to make the payments and buy materials while doing the work myself.

Mom's dog was still with me and after a few days Sophie decided to move on. Six weeks later she showed up again, pregnant.

We got things taken care of, the dog was adopted by the young couple who'd shared the house with Mom and we settled in....sort of.

It quickly became apparent that Sophie's strengths as a Mergers & Acquisitions and Hostile Takeovers specialist meant she expected more of me than I'd, up 'til then, thought myself capable. 

Over the next few months she supervised the house renovation and sale, our move into the garret of an early 20th-century gingerbread house at the edge of downtown's toniest district and helped me transition into the diapers that prefaced the sophisticated, international art-dealer I was to become.

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The man with the looks of tenderest sympathies in Can't Let You Go is (was) artist non-pareil, Vincent Distasio who died in 2017. Michelle "discovered" Vince at the 1993 Southwest Arts and Crafts Fair where they both had a booth. The Fair was primarily "fine-art and crafts" and Vince's work was so unique that his presence imbued the selection committee with a whole nuther level of credibility.


Can't Let You Go



Smokin' White Folks 1


Despite each picture being worth a thousand words, the 30-frames-per-second in each of the videos barely scratch the surface of our 33-year relationship. Michelle continues to have me nearly rolling on the floor with laughter as she, throughout the day, takes me along in her delight at life's absurdities and shows me it's not ALL stürm und dräng.