This Morning I Pray for My Enemies ~Joy Harjo

And whom do I call my enemy?
An enemy must be worthy of engagement.
I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking.
It’s the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind.
The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
It sees and knows everything.
It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing.
The door to the mind should only open from the heart.
An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.

this is where you find yourself

i guess it comes to this

sometimes

(tho’ what this is, i couldn’t quite say)

714 unpublished blog posts (to  407 published—and the last published post was ONE in the 2016 TWO in 2015 and so on, and so on, and so on)

so much for writing

can’t say i’ve done much other writing either

at least half my life is over

and i’m not entirely happy with  the turn of things

so every night i vow to wake up and try

and sometimes i do

a little

and mostly 

i don't

and then i find myself in the same place all over again

You Lose Something Every Day ~Willie Perdomo

While I Slept ~Navtej Bharati

Why Is There Confetti In So Many Taser Guns?

one of the advantages of walking daily (besides the whole getting healthier, losing weight, blah, blah blah is having the  to listen to more podcasts—something i lost when i stopped longer commutes (which i don't miss, by the by)

anyway, today learned that many tasers have confetti which contain trackers in it

from Mental Floss UK:

When a Taser gun is deployed, two probes are fired up to 10.6 metres, attaching to the body through up to 5cm of clothing and creating an electrical circuit between the gun and the victim’s muscles and nerves.
Normal gun manufacturers use various techniques to make every barrel unique. When a bullet passes through the barrel, it produces individual markings and these can be used to analyse whether the bullet was fired from a particular gun.
But, unlike regular gun bullets, the Taser probes are not able to leave an identifying mark that would lead investigators back to the person that fired them.
So in 1993 the AFID system was created. Now, when many Taser guns are fired, they disperse dozens of colourful anti-felon identification (AFID) tags, which resemble confetti and are printed with tiny serial numbers. It would be very time-consuming to pick all the tags up and so inevitably the police are able to find some and trace the gun that was used.
Huge swathes of law enforcement officers also carry this variety of Taser, which helps in determining overall accountability when the gun is used in the line of duty, although it’s mainly used to trace personal Taser use.
"What it is doing is preventing people from doing crimes," says Taser Vice President Steve Tuttle. "It tells the owner, if you do, you're putting twenty to thirty [business cards] out there."
"There's a ninety-eight per cent chance that when you deploy this, good luck, because we're going to catch you."

I also highly recommend listening A Violin’s Life by Frank Almond at the moth

Horses ~Witter Bynner - 1881-1968

i've always had mixed feelings about trying to interpret another's words

but i know from my own writing workshops that other people often find things in my own words that i didn't know were there until they brought them out, and when they point them out i realize they were there all along. We all colour things with our own thoughts and experiences (and that's why movies NEVER live up to books, but can be great on their own) but once you put a creative work out into the world it no longer belongs to you alone (though your interpretation has more meaning than others', theirs has some validity as well--it might also have something to do with why, although i still want to write, i don't really want to publish, ironic though it may be, i'm stating it here...

time may change me

but i can’t trace time.

earlier it was:

Just can't today
All I want to do is listen to Bowie and


stare into the darkness, obliteration, and cruelty of time.

now it’s just:

“Planet Earth is blue.

And there's nothing I can do.”

 

(one thing he did)

of gun control knives and what caring means

and don’t come back any other day

I missed you before you were even gone

 

Dad,

the view from atop your shoulders was always the greatest

you told the best stories

sang the best songs

and made me feel safe as you rocked me to sleep

i'll miss you

(i think i started before you were even gone)

"My dad died"

"My dad is dead"

the words almost roll

but they halt

i lost myself

i lost myself

somewhere

years ago

maybe along the way
maybe on a tangent or detour

but i didn’t notice the missing

and now
it seems

it’s too late

to become anyone at all

this gif is my new mood elevator

and i find i’m resorting to its charms on a rather regular basis of late

consider it a gif  

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you’re welcome…

so there i was, just be bopping along, when suddenly

 

not only have i somehow become middle-aged

(what the hell happened there?),

but my blog has lingered, unwritten, for over a year (and it was quite spotty before that.)

 

   so this is my life now…

for what it's worth...

Source: Staples eReader Department

and what is it worth, anyway?

I can’t decide if this is really

cool or really absurd.

 

still undecided~but, perhaps inexplicably, i think I want it!

canines for a feline free tomorrow

first there was this:


then this:


predicted by Violent Femmes?