Can pareidolia be taught?
Mandatory Cat Pick - Cecil Halloween 2022
Go On Project artwork-poem: "E F"
About expecting the space in SELF
(inside of E and F)
awhile full of intent, empty doubt maintaining a place
without self - Imaginary elf
Compose an: E F juncture by planning an L and never
executing the letter mentally
Now be in the plan/remember gap, within the juncture
experience the event of reality
AlfaBraveChuck begging ZooluYankyXrey's WonkyVision
Addendum to The Silver Fox Story
rechargeable LED pet collar |
Left out in my yard for squirrels and birds
My weak flashlight-torch combined with my
Ignorance (silver fox are very different from grey fox)
Last night my cat, Cecil, and I watched for
More bats and fireflies in almost-complete darkness
While in my lap, I extinguished his collar
Silent minutes passed until Cecil slowly turned to
Stare below-back-down-behind the lawn-chair we were in
My light revealed a nose-to-tail-black fox (with just a slight dusting of silver-ash)
She dashed under my neighbor's fence without learning if there were any snacks left out
There were not. Not that night.
Silver Grey Fox on Picnic Table
Delta Season
Cops Against Humanity (Portland Protest Edition)
eight image excerpts by Portland artist Austin Granger at austingranger.com
Tire Rule of Thumb (for travelling to Vermont)
FRAMING
the acrid smell of that Chuck E Cheese sign
comes rushing back when I melt vinyl Hampton Inn wallpaper
to remind my mind of lost time with her
(like granite pedestals and grey skies) however, that's not what
this empty pain forces into focus
no — it's that wobbly fan trying to run
after she finally got it balanced on the police shields
seven image excerpts by Portland artist Austin Granger at austingranger.com
Good Times {my last temp job}
...GGooood...Ttiiimes... Not-too-many-years-ago some co-workers decided it was fun to sigh good times, accompanied by a large condescending exhale of breath, in such an exaggerated manner that their audience understood they were being sardonically sarcastic. It caught on with a certain type of asshat. Some would groan the words multiple times a day. It definitely grated. But I never even outwardly rolled my eyes. Nothing.
I Have A . . .
I have a pin badge. But I don't wear it.
I have a NEUROLOGICAL hidden disability.
I have Asperger's. Somewhat impairment.
I have a PHILOSOPHICAL inexorability.
I have asked persons. Who care a whit.
I have an EPISTEMOLOGICAL sensibility.
I have a keen eye.
Nonplussed by yer shit.
I have a CERTAIN DIABOLICAL proclivity.
I have awareness.
Disparaging to hypocrites.
I have a TAUTOLOGICAL poetic versatility.
I have a grim adage. Hurts
when I share it.
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A Music Playlist Keeping sAd (senility Alzheimer's dementia) Away
If you don't already know: my biggest fear is losing the me of my memories. Worse, would be to not be cognizant of it happening as it's happening—to lose and never miss things that I consider intrinsic raises my hackles. The reason this doesn't feel like an unreasonable apprehension is because my elderly female ancestors succumbed to sAd and all my male ancestors died before they were elderly (so even though I'm now officially an elder, I have no way to know if ...metaphor about shitting one's pants and wondering where's that smell coming from?...).
I'm turning 62 years old. With emphasis on that last word. But. I have an extra skip in my step (♬appy ♪ay to-me) because I'm the first in my male ancestral line to make it to gov't-bonafide old'nuff to collect monthly social security retirement benefits.
Since so many of my memories are nostalgically-attached to music, I set a few guidelines to make composing this playlist a challenge:
- One song—released during each year—which had a memorable impact on me.
- First priority has been given to songs listened to repeatedly during the year of their release.
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Alternatively, songs "discovered" after their release are listed in the
year of their discovery.
- Last resort: placing a song in the year of its release when it was memorable later (e.g. 1959).
- No song for the current year (a 63-song playlist would bruise my design aesthetic).
- Sixty-two songs / 62 different artists (solo-artists/samples, separate from their bands, allowed).
- Describe at least one memorable personal first from each year.
- Include a snippet of lyric relevant to then-me (which doesn't have to be related to the personal first).
List to this entire playlist (4 hours 20 minutes) on YouTube by clicking the image. Or—for those less interested in the full dose of this elderly creative philosopher's flashbacks—cherry-pick from the below titles/artists: