I used to be a blogger.
Then my brain broke.
I started blogging in 2003, during the Dean for America campaign. I blogged at BlueOregon.com for a long time, and then tried my hand at video and other endeavors.
Then mental health issues took me down, hard. I’m finally on the other side of that, still with a lot of healing to do but, unlike before, I understand why I had so many problems with doing the things I wanted to do.
So: back to blogging. It’ll be a mixed bag of politics and whatever grabs my attention long enough for me to type 500 –1000 words. Feedback is welcome.
Thorns 2025. real football is back.
March 7, 2025
At last, real football returns. The Portland Thorns are back in town, albeit for a pre-season match. But it’s the Thorns, and it’s NWSL, and that is one of my favorite things in the world. Final score was 1-0, Utah, but on a goal that would not have survived VAR in the regular season: there […]
me. i’m the problem.
February 10, 2025
It’s even worse than we feared, but they also suck at doing evil. But the problems are so huge, and so many people are hell-bent on being baddies, it may be hopeless. And there is one problem even worse than all that.
a meme to start with
January 21, 2025
As much as I want to be a regular poster/blogger/anythinger, I still haven't overcome the sixty-plus years of habitualized failing. At least I no longer believe I am A Failure. I just don't get things done because of ... reasons. But all I can do now is what I can do now. All the times […]
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2024-2-12
functional hysteria
is not really a thing.
a useless combination of words
that,
if i tried. . . .
is not really a thing.
a useless combination of words
that,
if i tried. . . .
2024-2-8
it’s a goddamn pain
when wishes come true.
years of longing
dreaming
desire. . . .
when wishes come true.
years of longing
dreaming
desire. . . .
2024-2-5
it is what it is
said the sage
(no doubt a Swiftie
or perhaps a Parrotthead)
and i rolled my eyes. . . .
said the sage
(no doubt a Swiftie
or perhaps a Parrotthead)
and i rolled my eyes. . . .
2024-1-29
fuck death!
is my rallying cry
but i hardly know
how to live.
empty words. . . .
is my rallying cry
but i hardly know
how to live.
empty words. . . .
2023-9-25
screaming at myself
after the fact
is a pointless exercise,
but it is a good way
to make a bad situation . . . .
after the fact
is a pointless exercise,
but it is a good way
to make a bad situation . . . .
2023-8-28/29
i find many reasons
to beat the hell
out of myself.
i deserve them all,
every beating for. . . .
to beat the hell
out of myself.
i deserve them all,
every beating for. . . .
2023-8-25
it’s noisy as hell
here in my head
and the endless drone
of endless traffic
and the fan in the window. . . .
here in my head
and the endless drone
of endless traffic
and the fan in the window. . . .