My COVID-19 Anger

In the wee hours of the new year, I was awake and washing dishes, when a ceramic bowl hit the edge of the counter and EXPLODED in my hands. Both hands were shredded and bleeding profusely. For a moment, I thought, “Well, I COULD go get a bandage and do something about it. But the

Facebook Manipulation

PREFACESocial networking was truly fun in the 90s. I made my own NEW connections, joined my own groups, and was never in anything resembling an echo chamber. One great example was mIRC. I had joined a group called “Married But Flirting.” Of course, very few people were married, and nobody was flirting. It was named

Disappointment in Human Adults

Although I am 56 years old, I can still remember what it felt like when I was a really little kid. One element of that vast sensation focuses on my very early opinion of adults. I would look at them with wonder, as well as a sense of envy. My envy stemmed from the *observation*

The Group Project and Destructive Behavior

My second year of college was in 1984/85. After becoming disillusioned with a Percussion Arts degree, I changed my focus to T-Comm. That is, Telecommunications, or radio and television. I lost confidence in my Percussion Arts degree because my main professor, Richard Paul, who was my drum teacher since 8th grade, was not showing up

Online Insults

It’s a truly rare event when I see a comment. Not too long ago, I got a comment on one of my videos. “Sounds like you need some drum lessons. Hit me up if you’re in the area.” This is the kind of comment that I can see being taken as an insult. To me,

A Miscellaneous Sunday

I’m still getting followed by a great number of “make money” blogs. If anyone from those blogs actually reads this, my blog is NOT a business, I won’t be making any money off it, and I am NOT interested in your products. Thank you.++++ It is strange and unsettling to wake up and remember that

Early Saturday Thoughts

This morning, I woke up thinking about Bill Spooner, The Tubes, and what might be the most harmonically sophisticated power ballad of the 80s, “Don’t Want to Wait Anymore.” The lyrics in the verses are a bit hokey, but it is a power ballad. I’m typically not a fan, but I make an exception for

The Medium IS The Message

Keeping a journal is one activity that I’ve used in an effort to maintain something resembling sanity. The phrase “keeping a journal” isn’t completely correct. I have THREE journals. Why? Because, as Marshall McLuhan once said, “The medium is the message.” This basically means that the medium determines the way in which a message is

F*ck

Yesterday, I witnessed the armed insurrection and take-over of The American National Capitol building by crazed Trump supporters. Not only was there NO military or significant police presence, as is the case when peaceful black protestors take to the streets, but the few offers who were there welcomed them into The Capitol, and even took

America is in Big Trouble

Right-wing Trump supporters have taken over The Capitol in DC with guns. Trump turned down requests for National Guards. Virginia will send their National Guard. They’re also taking over other government buildings, including one just mere miles from where I live. A violent attempt at a government coup is happening. I’m sick to my stomach.