I found this very soothing…

On this busy election day I just had to share a comment from California which was also reported on Diane Ravitch and Ned Hamson’s posts:

“As the Executive Director of the League of Women Voters of California, you can imagine my surprise to receive a notice that my Twitter account was suspended with no explanation or reason. That’s right. The day before a Midterm Election, I am unable to access a once critical platform to monitor and share election information”

Do they stand in regimental line, marching in lockstep to the drum beat of determinism?

Somedays must you use a flyswatter to keep those pesky critters together?

Do your thoughts bubble up from below and go prink as hey burst themselves?

Are you obsessively possessed by an idea leech that interferes with doing the dishes?

Do night time dreams ever slip over the great barrier reef to surface on your beach?

Playing in my sandbox with all the whey and curds…

Did you ever think the following: I thought I could, I wished I would, but all I wrote was no  damn good?

Survival of the Fittest is the Devil known as Evolution.

My God, how did I ever get so old?

On Wednesday:  Have found will?  Comb cat. vacuum. mop kitchen, juice camera, get cash…

Example: What kind of spelling is the fourth day of the week?  I see it comes from Woden Odin, the chief god in Germanic mythology…

Would you share back? Would it be called a Reply or a Comment?  IDK.  Cheers

I voted, at the elections office in Athens, Ohio on Thursday.  Trying to keep my mind off the election now, but I’m flabber-d-gasted by the brazen mailbox watchers in Mesa, Arizona.  This is America?  How can they justify that in their mind’s eye?  –Like the Nazi workers at the gas chambers?  SO, trying to turn my attention to other things, I’ve been leafing through an old journal.  I apologize if I repeat something earlier published–my  memory for recent and technical things is on vacation.  [Looooong vacation I fear.]

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My Unconscious Doesn’t  Know I’m Old –  In recent dream episodes I’m going for a degree at Columbia University, maybe to accomplish what I fell short of in school.  My dorm room has several beds full of jolly students.  A QUESTION: Why is it when we’ve gotten a better hold on life it slips away?  We learn and the learning goes to naught. (Unless there’s reincarnation).  Boy, could I use a dose of that!

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If we can understand a country by the laws it requires to curb dangerous undesirable behavior, perhaps we can understand life by its only law of survival of the fittest and the treasured family genes.   Without it would we return to the universal void?  Speaking of void, what will accompany the crescendo of climate change?  P.S. I know, I know, there’s a smattering of apparent altruism in some animals, but when push comes to shove I believe  self survival wins out.  In humans it’s much more complicated, since empathy and good deeds can be motivated by an attempt to impress others and/or our need to reassure ourselves that we’re kind after all.  Does the motivation behind it matter?  What do you think?  Can we say that suicide bombers are self-serving altruists?

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I just took Shira Dest’s post testing knowledge of correct grammar use.  I haven’t received my score yet, but a couple of items  seemed pretty difficult for me.  I guess I had better explain my vocabulary–I had just received my Ph.D. after years in college when I was hired at a mental health center in Appalachia.  There one of the counselors made fun of my vocabulary, saying it would be over my clients’ heads (grammar?)   When I dropped the distinguished and/or proper words from my vocabulary, my vocabulary was lost forever.  Of course now the problem is age.  But seriously, I first got my vocabulary from Nancy Drew mystery stories.  That was long after the black hired ironer of our clothes on the farm (I think her name was Emmy) was kind enough to tell me there was a separate word for “the day after today,” and “the day before today”).  I can remember my delight.  By the way, did anyone out there ever read Freddy [the pig] detective books?

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I see in my journal that on page 166 of Arik Kershenbaum’s 2021 Zoologist’s Guide to the Galaxy  from Penguin Press, that ants and bees are genetic clones, meaning that the individuals aren’t really–in evolutionary terms–separate individuals.  True hives, such as those of bees and ants, are much more complex than ours, and their communication is correspondingly more complex.

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You see, I have too much time on my hands and few places to go and jigsaw puzzles get old after awhile.  (The only one I gave up on, however, contained no color, and was built with only a two piece puzzle pattern.  I put that one in the garbage and taped  shut all sides of the box so some unsuspecting soul wouldn’t waste their time.  I get my puzzles from the jazzy thrift shop down the street for a dollar.  At you-know-where they cost in the teens.  I don’t think I posted my last poem: