I’ve been stalking Carnita because she’s practically famous for her new porn travelogue and it kills me.
Now we know Ben Franklin was wrong, the time is money formula fails to factor in both the benefit of happiness and the cost of unhappiness.
It’s Christmas Day, my 52nd Wednesday post for 2019. That was my goal, and I did it, so I’m feeling good. Not that it was easy. I made quite a few mistakes. Maybe you noticed.
On Solstice eve I sail beyond myself into a kingdom of spirits celebrating the sun in repose, freed by the absence of light from the ordinary labors of day.
Apparently phone addicts get hooked on the repetitious movement of tiny images and lose control of their eyes the way a junkie loses control of her limbs.
Enjoy them as a snack, grind them into flour for cookies, or surprise your guests by sprinkling them over the green beans.
Every day we all do it together because we’re all part of the same system. Civilization is a group effort. I couldn’t be a writer without you.