So, over the last few days the stress and the slowly changing sunrise and sunset times has caused my circadian rhythm to become maladjusted and sleeping has been incredibly difficult. I have been trying to pull myself out of the malaise I have been in and it’s just been incredibly difficult.
I need to find an envelope so I can mail this SD card to Tad or I need to format a 64gb MicroSD card from ExFat to Fat32 so that he can out it in his phone that tops out at 32gb because the default format for 64gb and above is ExFat while 32gb and below are Fat32. I’m putting this out there to him via the blog to see if he reads every blog I post or not. I was going to offer to put a bunch of music on it as well. Kind of like a Mix Tape from the end of the last century.
If you lived in the #cityoftrees back during the #clintonera, and you did the #nightclub scene, then you know this was THE best club in the #sacramento #metropolitan area. #paradisebeach and I went back in the aughts when it wss running under another name, but they had a DJ who had ADD and just seemed to.mix the best 45 seconds of two or three songs together in a mash-up. Back in the day, I had them for America Live, The El Dorado Saloon, Classic Jukebox, Black Angus and Bobby McGee's because I club hopped. There was usually too much drama at the El Dorado Saloon and the regulars liked to start fights about half an hour before last call which can be the cock-block from.hell and cause you to crash down in flames like Maverick in Top Gun when GooSe died. Too soon? Suddenly Whoop There it is! has seemed in to my brain via my ear and is slithering around like a room. Wow. The 90's. Wow. . #Norcal #916 #sactown #sacramento #cityoftrees #nightlife #bbs #afterlife #icandance #igrewupinthe80s #420 #710 #prop215 #staylifted #reefers #weshouldsmoke #marijuana #wedontsmokethesame
When I first moved to Sacramento, I had a love hate relationship but the climate, the culture and the incredibly plentiful bounty of the devil’s lettuce made it grow on me. I have a lot of history and memories here and the era had a soundtrack as I had half a dozen of my own mix tapes, some I made and some that were given to me that had a truly varied and eclectic playlists. Many of them were converted to Mini-Disc but the music files were lost in a hard drive crash on my home file server back in the aughts.
My long-time buddy Tad has a blog and I am trying to encourage him to do it because as with anything you out effort in to, eventually you will get better at it. He posted this image of a well trimmed bush and you know how I am #spelunkers and everyone should admire a well coiffed bush. It should be complimented and the owner made aware of the admiration with those compliments. Yes, I did smoke the #marijuanas and yes, I might be #lifted but that's not why this is funny. It's funny because we're spelunking. Now turn your light on and hit this. Check hour his blog at: . https://slartiblog.wordpress.com . #Weshouldsmoke #marijuana #wedontsmokethesame #420 #710 #prop215 #staylifted #reefers #norcal #916 #sactown #sacramento #cityoftrees #blogger #socialnetworkwhore #wordpress
I often make seemingly perverted or lewd comments but they are so open ended and innocent that only my smirk and tone of voice give it away and mostly it’s because Americans are so repressed about sex and their sexuality. It’s funny to see people’s expressions and reactions when I refer to flowers as plant vaginas, fruit as late-term aborted plants. Or eggs potential chickens until cooked then they are aborted chickens. We use the term miscarriage when nature aborts the embryo, zygote or fetus.
Why are we still debating the same bullshit political issues and rehashing the same tired and proven invalid and detrimental policies like tax cuts for the rich equating to trickle down economics when in reality the global economy is about to hiccough in a way that is going to make the great depression look like a time of prosperity and peace. What the jobs reports failed to mention ever since the recession began in 2000, after Congress balanced the budget and broke the economy, was that the jobs that were hemorrhaged with the various bubbles like the dotcom bubble or the Enron Bubble or the Sub-Prime bubble didn’t get replaced. Those jobs in the tech sector and the various other service industries that suddenly contracted or were outsourced and then repatriated didn’t replace the same volume or even close to what was lost each time. The jobs that did come in are the unskilled, bottom of the payscale jobs and it’s evident when I see people I know having a hard time finding work where they live and needing to commute further abroad to increase the number of opportunities. Yes, Lisa, I am referring to your blog.
The current implementation of the economic model worldwide is broken and it’s about to implode which causes me anxiety because it’s hard enough to find a job that will pay enough to survive when your in your late twenties and early thirties but by the time you reach mid-life which I am on the cusp of, it’s even more difficult because the majority of unskilled workers are the younger demographic entering the workforce and if you’re looking to take anything, you’re being judged based on your age in a negative way. It’s difficult to accept that the the gains I made climbing the socioeconomic ladder using my own intelligence and cognitive abilities to secure jobs in the Network Security and or IT Help Desk career paths are gone and I may never get to climb back up.
See, I am too old and my health issues preclude me from doing the first teir and field engineer work that requires installing cabling and working where I am frequently crawling under desks and in to ceilings. It’s not that I can’t do it, it’s that the continued wear and tear on my body, that aggravates the chronic pain I live with. Some days are worse then others.
So, ever since my Roommate and friend decided to put even more unnecessary stress and drama on my shoulders, I have been depressed, anxious and the pain has fluctuated from moving as little as possible to walking around to try and ease the pain. Different pain from different sources, namely the warm days and chilly nights. Welcome to middle age and this is why there isn’t a manual for getting old. When I was in high school, my step father would say that growing old wasn’t for sissies after a long day of humping freight.
I had the above poster on my closet door in High School because I thought it was funny in my youth because I didn’t have the wisdom to know and understand what I didn’t know and understand which is somehow related to the Dunning-Kreuger effect. Now that I am older and have acquired the wisdom and knowledge my cognitive abilities allow me to realize how much I didn’t know or truly understand.
There is this myth that CPS and government intervention in to the homes of American families has never been an honorable and good thing for the children it has rescued when in reality it has been anything but. There is an absolute bias in the system that is quicker to remove younger white, desirable children from.their home because there are more open foster homes then for those of color or other minorities. Rich white people want white kids not brown ones. Then there is the other side, the statistics listed here which are probably even worse because of how the statistics are reported send tracked. There should be a tighter threshold to involving children services and there should be more thorough training for guidance counselors and school faculty for the right time to contact CPS and when not to. Often times the rather safe then sorry excuse is used when there is nothing actually.going on and the teacher suddenly found a windmill and became Don Quixote. Scary statistics.
In July of 2011 my mother died from a self-induced overdose if prescription pain medication which she had been abusing to more and more profound levels since I was 8 years old and while I could tie my shoes, I wasn’t proficient at tying them tight and secure. So, my mom often tied them for me when helping me get ready for school and one day, when pulling my foot down I tapped her ankle and it opened a sore that wouldn’t close or heal. The pain from those open wounds is intense when they are just wounds but when they are infected with a simple staphylococcus virus it’s even more intensense. The only thing that works to dull the pain, truly make it go away are opiates but there is a price for that relief. My mother and my family paid that price when copious amounts of THC and CBD can achieve damn near the same level of relief without any of the negative side effects or the penalties that come with addiction. My realization that my mom was an addict was shocking and sobering because suddenly everything that didn’t make sense when I was growing up, was suddenly crystal clear like Pepsi. All of my mother’s erratic behavior seemed to be the manifestation of her addiction, as it got worse and that realization took away all of the angst and anger and resentment that I had towards her that had estranged us and kept us from having a close relationship. It did it with her and all of my siblings as well.
It was when I went to her wake and arrived back in Baltimore that I realised that it was no longer home to me, it was someplace where I had been for a while and that California was truly my home. I had suspected as much when I flew to San Francisco fr St Louis on December of 1999 to ride the arrival.of the year 2000 and the potential apocalypse with my friends who were doing IT at companies in the capital of the silicon valley. The big names like Deloitte and Touche or Yahoo. I realized just being in California made me feel better and ultimately when I moved back in September of 2000, that being in the Bay Area and ultimately San Francisco made me feel happier.
Believe it or not Sir Francis Drake missed this little gap in the coastal cliffs and beaches when he was searching for the entrance to the San Francisco Bay, that’s the Golden Gate Bridge that spans that opening known as the Golden Gate. I took this a few years ago when I took my son with a me on a good friend’s boat so we could go salmon fishing using my #samsunggalaxynote as we passed underneath the bridge and out in to the Pacific Ocean.