Angry Spiders: Diary, 4/10 to 4/12/22

Self-distraction; talk is cheap; piles of notes; marriage is not a reward quote from Chris Hedges; Bullet Journal; efficiency; screaming; Abraham Joshua Heschel; a dream; restarting the novel.

Diary 2/23 to 2/27/2020

So I’ve begun stocking up for the coronavirus panic, spending $150 at Food Maxx this morning. I needed groceries anyway, and so might have spent $100, but I doubled up on some things, like getting three dozen eggs...

Diary 2/1 to 2/8/2020

Culled from the Bullet Journal:

2/4: I can’t take my ‘depression’ seriously because it’s not justified by my life, because it doesn’t last, and because I don’t deserve any better. I don’t deserve joy.
2/6: I’m carrying a fuckton of well-earned guilt. What to do?

Diary, 1/16 to 1/22/2020

So, the Women’s March yesterday was a much bigger event than I had anticipated, given that my expectations were for a slightly larger Kavanaugh protest, the last (and first) such event I attended. It turned out that there were many vendors set up in this park on 21st Street. The hours from 10:00 to noon were devoted to speakers who were always wanting the crowd to chant or make noise, so that was pretty tiresome...

Diary, 1/5 to 1/15/2020

I see here “Lisa Simpson observing the conjunction of the moon and Venus.” I have subsequently realized that the moon is facing the wrong direction; that is, instead of “C” it should be “Ɔ”. This “spooky” coincidence is the most surprising and remarkable I’ve ever experienced, I believe. I see or assign no particular meaning to this “synchronicity.”

Diary 12/29 to 1/4/2020

There is no perfect solution that involves no pain. Having five full bookcases is a pain only when I contemplate moving; but I am no longer content to remain where I am. Alas, alas, I cannot expect to find “the perfect apartment for me.” No bugs, no noisy neighbors, suitable furniture, good location…