Personal

That's me in the corner

Note: This is just a modest little bit of art, an old personal piece that I lost in the dark corners of the interwebs and have reconstructed here so that I can share it with some friends. It stakes out no policy, makes no argument, promotes no candidate or issue and is probably not very useful at all in the end. It won't be everybody's cup of tea. But maybe someone will enjoy it. That's my hope anyway.

Working Class Martial Arts

Yeah, this one's a little personal but at the same time, it's a topic I've been reading a lot on due to my interest and my new hobby. One of the things about doing any new skill is maintaining the enthusiasm to continue the practice even when it gets hard. So, I read on it, think on it, and try to work Judo ideals into my life.

And straight up, Judo is Blue Collar to the core.

Where Am I Now?

So, been a while since I've posted because I had burned seriously out.

I got so tired of the Media Noise that it was easier just to tune out completely.

I'm at peace with my place in the universe. I've accepted that I will probably never own a car again, that I will spend the rest of my life in small apartments, and as long as my children are happy, they're welcome to stay with me as long as they like.

A quarter century

One quarter of a century. Twenty-five years ago today. That's when I began my transition.

It also would have been my father's 68th birthday, had he not died a third of a year before his 60th and about a year after my mother. Them dying, as well as their parents, was intimately involved with me waiting until I was 44. Wouldn't want to embarrass the family.

I also waited until I had earned tenure. It seemed prudent.

I won't be posting much for awhile

I figured that eventually someone would wonder what happened to me.

I had a bicycle accident a few days ago.
My bike stopped suddenly due to a hole in the road, and I didn't.
I landed on my left shoulder and basically crushed it.

My left lung was mostly collapsed. Two ribs were broken.
My scapula was shattered. My clavicle has 11 screws in it.

I'm typing this with my right hand.

It Seems Really Dumb to Post This, But...

There have been too many people who are shocked/surprised when they actually meet me or talk to me on the phone, and find out I am not a 28-year-old man with olive skin.

The 28-year-old man with olive skin (my avatar) is Mr. Universe from the movie Serenity, just as my handle is a famous (and beloved) quote from that character:

"Can't stop the signal, Mal."

Inklings

Experiencing a few days with her oldest friends brought back so many memories. In the past few days she had sorted through them, trying to find a way to make sense of it all.

With some of them there may never be any resolution, but some had become bright and shiny reminders of what could have been. They seemed to glisten in the new light of the reexamination.

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