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Broken

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

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YES… that IS a dead bird in the photo. It doesn’t fly anymore. Just like my website. It’s busted, broken, dead. Well, not really dead. But I like the dead bird picture anyway.

So, I was trying to update my website on New Years Day and guess what. I ran out of server space! You know what that means, right? Can you say “database corruption”? Can you say “impossible to update journal”? Can you say “SCREWED!”? Yes, I am screwed. I can’t back up everything I wrote for the last several months. I’m going to have to do it by copying and pasting manually, entry by entry. Can you say “there is NO time for that right now!”?

Actually, I’m not even supposed to be writing to all of you right now! You see, I started an online sociology class yesterday. It’s a normal 16 week college course crammed into 16 DAYS! Oh yeah! There’s a smart idea! Let’s fry students brains! Let’s give them two full text books to read, five papers to write, four exams, daily quizzes and daily forum postings to respond to. Let’s drive them to the point that they wish they could fly full speed into a window as the most fortunate little bird in our photo!

Don’t worry. I’m not wasting too much time right now. I’m printing information on Auguste Comte and W. E. B. DuBois. You know those two dudes, right? I have to read about 30 pages on these guys and then write a comparison of them… in only two pages. I guess “condensation” is the key to this course.

Okay. I gotta flimp. That’s flying with a broken wing. (What? If you walk with a broken leg you limp, right? So, why can’t a call flying with a busted wing “flimping”?)

The Thought Suffices

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

“It is remarkable, that persons who speculate the most boldly often conform with the most perfect quietude to the external regulations of society. The thought suffices them, without investing itself in the flesh and blood of action.”

from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, 1850

There is a remarkable depth to the inner workings of human beings, be those inner workings attributed to heart or imagination. There is a vast unfathomable ocean within the mind of each person. Not even the individual himself/herself can fully plumb the depth of this ocean within his/her own inner being. As soon as she thinks she has set foot upon the ultimate miry deep of her imagination, far, far below the observation of any other living soul, the bottom gives out and she finds herself adrift yet again.

Have you yet discovered Hawthorne’s statement as truth in your own experience? No, I do not ask your opinion as to whether the statement is true. I know it is. I have sped for days through the vast vacuum of my own speculations, my own imaginations and fancies. I have drifted to the orbital limits of the conventional norms surrounding me, to the point I feared rocketing beyond the pull of societal gravity and into the nether realms of insanity. Yet, I discovered that only in severing the tethers which bound me did I find the expansive liberty of free thought. I could live boldly in my own universe… yet, walk undetected in the normality of yours. The thought suffices.

BEEWARE! (A Bug’s Life #3)

(Originally posted on the website Heron Flight)

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“Angry! Angry! Angry! I’m buzzing angry! Grrrrrrrrrr!”

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