Popcorn maker, accompanying tub o’ popcorn kernels, and jar of bread and butter pickles were left on the table from christmas eve day; and await me this soon to be blustery snow christmas morning. Yeay, breakfast.

The fall season, and year in general has been go-go-go…get things done at the last second, and often without preparation. I wasn’t able to study up on industrial controls and jump in to reverse engineer a control box for reverse osmosis systems at work. But I did get down to Cape Cod twice, hike in Baxter State Park, learn the health care system with Lyme’s disease and Giardia parasitic infection — what a non-covid immune system check! — hike out to Sewall Beach a few times [see links below]; in addition to climbing trees for dead oak branches, putting up a marine vinyl garage, acquiring and rewiring a small landscape trailer (and concordantly backing the new lights into another trailer and a telephone pole }:-( ), and planning to do about three times more than I can!

So, breakfast is actually pancakes and bacon.
Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays to all.

Links to:

A 4 picture collage

Pic of sunrise at Sewall Beach (spectacular!)

Pic of watercolor card prison friend sent

360º videos of Sewall Beach:
VIDEO_1
VIDEO_2

My exhortation to “Kill the Kaligula Klan”
(I need some photo editing help with this)

Here’s a link to the lyrics of Battle of Evermore and a .zip of Zeppelin IV — which, of course has that most excellent of songs contained within.

   Zeppelin IV-album     Lyrics to Battle of Evermore

Also, Social Distortion – Live at the Roxy, Soundtrack to Pulp Fiction, and the files in this picture are available. Let me know if you’re interested and I shall kick out a link…dark web brah, way secret stuff.

Hope everyone has had a stable and healthy year — health requires stability, right?

The chaos of everyday existence we create for ourselves may or may not be “worth it,” but the addition of the corona twist for past 1 3/4 years now… Well, isn’t that something to get twisted up over? I dealt with Lyme’s disease and giardia digestive parasite. Wow. What I wrote about the giardia is that it was a preview for any end that may come from some digestive failure. Quite debilitating. As with injuries and pain; I found that it absorbed my energy and concentration — a take over if you will. The analogy is that corona virus collectively infected our culture that way…robbing us all of enery and concentration.

Apologies for a depressing observation and no solution. Happy holidays?

Hey, why not. Everyone enjoy yourselves. Take care. Keep on keeping on…

Whats everyone been up to? Ready for winter? Never ready, right? Here’s a picture (of me a year into being back in Maine) and a video. The spot in the woods; which I state “will soon be paradise” in the video; is paradise for me now. It’s not far back from a road, and near the main house, but remote enough that I am spooked by deer snorting, on the occasions that I’ve slept out there. [I just took the trash out to the shed and was spooked by a deer doing that whistle/snort and crashing through the woods!]
Anyways…I’m calling the spot; Near Reach. If any one has actual clever names I am open to all suggestions.
Here be the links: picture 42 second video

Peace.

So, I’ve ginned up 3 collage prints of pictures from the past year, with intention of printing and sending to friend I stay in touch with in prison. They are:

poster1 poster2 and for consistency lets call the last one near_reach

Near Reach is the current best name I’ve come up with for the spot, about 400′ from father’s house, of pictured tent and bigger boat shelter type tent. Working on water treatment systems for income and working at NearReach is everything. Wellll watching retro movies that I missed from 2001-2019 and new t.v. series’ (WestWorld, Foundation, Doom Patrol…) happens at night. There is possibility of getting into industrial controls for reverse osmosis systems — so not locked into the plumbing aspect of my job. Hey I just wanted to post 3 collage pictures…here they are…ask me anything about them.

Still avoiding FB, twatterr, snackshack, beatbox blah blah bullshit data mining servers that masquerade as “social media” and always reminding good people that we are ALL equally enslaved to the corporate dictatorship.

Peace out homies ;-p

Got out for some after tourist season activity in Gardiner Maine. See three videos in the video gallery. Which doesn’t works…so here are three individual links.

first second third

Trip from 03 to 10 September in the wilds of Baxter State Park. No moon and high water. Wild trip. Pictures

The goal was to get back to Maine — maybe not die at the border, but close. Just get back. I’ve since told people that I’ve achieved that ultimate goal and I am here to exist, in any manner, and be buried on family property. That held through the winter and some less than gratifying jobs. This weekend has changed that.

I got into the woods and worked for myself; at my own pace. Finally lashing together my homemade rope harness — well researched YouTube ™ videos — and climbing a tree was the literal and figurative high point. Scratching the ground to pour a footing and build a dwelling is going to take time. The lesson of the weekend was to really push on my weak point: follow through.

How many unfinished ideas and projects do we leave in the wake of our lives? The construction site can look like a prepper’s hellscape; with burning stumps and scattered tools.

Sleeping in the tent that night, though, reinforced my hope to stay ambitious and follow through on all my short term plans. It turns out that the “hopes and dreams,” that I dismiss so easily when queried, have bubbled up in my winter slumber and are blooming in spring.

I’ve often wanted to write about the concept of “success” and fully denigrate it as a bullshit construct of the corporate dictatorship, to control everybody. [Same as the invention of religion; but I’ll denigrate that concept another time.]

For the purpose of talking on life after prison let’s kick “success” overboard and talk about being 1) adept at something, and 2) getting a desired result. This generalized use of success defines exactly what is gone, for an inmate remerging with society.

Most transitioning inmates leave the penitentiary with the intention of doing anything to “get back on their feet,” “reintegrate,” “get back what they lost”…whatever. This good intention fades from their grip immediately. Felony convictions are engineered for permanent suffering.

The personal angle is what I am “done” with: relationships, booze…of course those were the easy ones. What about success…ever being adept and achieving results at…well fuck, anything? I’m at the post-prison stage of having to accept that I’m aged out and done with everything.

I’m done! Ok, I typed it in a blog entry and glimpse the dimensions, but the permanent implications haunt me worse than prison. The “everything is an option,” or “I’ll do whatever it takes” optimism that one has upon release (to parole) is a springboard to depression – picture an inverted springboard pounding Daffy Duck into the ground. Hmmm…how to manage that expectation?

→former favorite lyric quote: “Nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts.” B.Dylan, Shelter From the Storm [Blood On the Tracks]

Let’s keep it morose…new favorite: “I spent all my money on a future grave…I’ll cut you in on twenty percent of my future sins.” Temple of the Dog, Wooden Jesus