like diamonds from Chinatown
flooding in rivers of despair
A glimpse of light
I feel life
Heed a warning
Before moving on
Was it with merit
in a mythological
Wise old crone
share this cup
It’s a glorious
if marine layer’s
A day to take
Pay heed to
Not just yet
Through the long
lens of time
so much dust
the day you
Give you up
such a snitch
*secret weapon *
to go on
The language is designed to be Simple, Small, Flexible and Fast.
“Bretton Woods was a highly politicized system that was prone to crisis and required constant intervention and controls to continue functioning.
“More importantly*, postwar monetary relations were not a salve to political tensions, as is often contended. In fact, the politicization of the global payments system allowed nations to use monetary coercion to achieve political and security ends, causing deep conflicts within the Western Alliance.
“For the first time, Gavin reveals how these rifts dramatically affected U.S. political and military strategy during a dangerous period of the Cold War.”
Topics to be discussed this week
The list of double standards women face on their path to public office is plenty long: They should be pretty, but not distractingly so. Assertive, but never aggressive. Maternal, yet devoted exclusively to their careers. And every word that passes their lips should be spoken in a tone, volume and cadence that is pleasing to the ever-alert ears of their audience.
The path to any career not just public office but this was a story about women who run for president.
Now, you may ask yourself, where does it mention her looks? Have you ever noticed how most people when they reference a woman, often list the “way she looks” first in their descriptors, yet for a man, it’s his accomplishments, obvious potential and charming personality traits.
“A real smart cookie” isn’t something you say about the plucky upstart who defied the odds if that cookie is male.
Aggressive v Assertive
In modeling and etiquette school (yes, I was raised in the South with its cotillion and debutantes), we were taught to be assertive. Not aggressive. We were neither at the time, so this was confounding. Some might say liberating. Others, more trouble than it’s worth.
Assertive meant you stopped short of truly making any demands, always maintained a polite comportment with corresponding ladylike demeanor and could be perennially felicitous no matter the occasion. Suffering in silence slowly faded in popularity, and burning your bra was ultimately impractical.
Mother’s Little Helper, the blue pill. Salve for pent up discontent which evolves into aggression, if you don’t quash it early.
Be assertive is code for go ahead, but not too much.
“You’re too emotional.” I wonder how that sliding scale works – for women, it’s voicing any upset over being mistreated. Hysterical is just a few steps away.
But a man? Oh he’s just passionate! He really believes in what he’s saying! This guy’s serious! Give him what he wants! He’s a take charge kind of a guy!
Who does she think she is? She’s crazy! A real hydra! Harpy!
When I was in fifth grade, I wanted to be a CEO. I didn’t really know what they did but they seemed commanding, powerful. Perhaps that merely countered the powerlessness I had endured being molested starting at four years old. Perhaps it was the suits and heels.
At some point around the same time, I wanted, clearly and cognizantly, of sound mind and body, to be President of the United States.
The thoughts all girls have.
- merely concealing a barren emptiness behind an independent-seeming façade.
What kind of cry is this?
No one can say.
“Other people’s expectations can become of overriding importance, overlaying or contradicting the original sense of self, the one connected to the very roots of one’s being”.
Angel’s allies Bully Alleys
wasteland of oblivion
Authentication of self-esteem
The danger was particularly acute where the baby had to provide attunement for the mother/parents, rather than vice versa, building up a sort of dissociated recognition of the object on an impersonal, not personal and spontaneous basis.
A compromised ego
a pseudo-self of
manifest at will,
The loneliness of freedom
the annihilating experience of the exploitation of the hidden true self itself
…exhibit powers only rarely and this activation is always brought on by severe stress.
by means of introjections, even attains a show of being real…
building up a sort of dissociated recognition of the object on an impersonal, not personal and spontaneous basis…
-Donald Woods Winnicott FRCP (7 April 1896 – 25 January 1971
The self is a relation which relates itself to its own self, or it is that in the relation that the relation relates itself to its own self; the self is not the relation but that the relation relates itself to its own self.
—–Søren Kierkegaard, The Sickness Unto Death: A Christian Psychological Exposition for Upbuilding and Awakening
THE RELATION RELATES ITSELF TO ITS OWN SELF – have you met Narcissus?
Burnout has been recognized as an official disorder by the World Health Organization. It affects your ability to work [and] your emotions about work.
If that’s the case, I’m entering a period of remission.
Hear me purr.
I’m fragile – don’t let the faint bravado fool you. Scared shitless as they say. A bit apprehensive and a tad overwhelmed to Queen Elizabeth with a spot of tea. I still am horribly polite.
Loaded biased toward a particular outcome, bearing a load, especially a large one
Or the fourth studio album by American rock band the Velvet Underground, released in November 1970 by Atlantic
Who loves the sun?
Who loves the sun?
Burdens like a loaded
What gifts would you like to develop
What gifts would you like to develop
an NBA team has never gone an entire quarter without scoring a point.
Take Note of Your Body Language
Ask for company turnover [data] and turnover [data] for that individual manager.
Or this chick:
Raise your hands if you know this next monster!
Don’t let those flannel shirts fool you, this guy can walk into any boardroom with the same aplomb he chops some wood at his cabin in Maine before cooking fresh trout for breakfast. Dave, Jai, Jym, Jin or Jamee – all the same. Great guys until they’re not.
Warning signs –
- stress level telegraphed to everyone in the department- you know the kind, blames you for solutions, misses the dysfunction when it’s gone oft n refered to as drama junkies.
Um no thank you.
incredulous at sanity
He returned to Oslo. Killed 77 people while they wept.
You have to tune it out or else go insane, she said, Mona of Numbers and manners from letters.
She sighed. She was not a profiteering overseer and yet she gained innumerable margin from the inevitable failing called death, the suffering of the many at the hands of the few and the way poverty and exploitation of wealth can predict up to a point the ability to express a capacity for love, supporting another being – acknowledging the miracle that is life – this was a given.
She woke up in hell – the job interview.
Job and job
Suffering without uttering one complaint
What most people don’t understand is bench players do influence the outcome of the game greatly
Here we are
The Infinite Game
Today is my 54th birthday. On this day, a Friday in 1965, my mother gave birth to me, the records say, at the Cleveland Clinic in the holy hour (3-4 a.m.).
She was 16, my birth father, 17.
From what I could tell from the “non-identifying” information I was charged $50 for when I was 23,
Seemingly, I had more in common with my father. Height, basketball, class president, a penchant for trains. My mother, who sacrificed a semester to deal with me, was fond of camping and played a musical instrument.
The Children Services letterhead, since the Red Feather agency (I think that was the name) had long since disbanded adding yet another level of erasure to my already amorphous existential origin- the letterhead and contents of this letter are all I have of my heritage, my genealogy, my DNA. Who you would say I am.
Always watched but never seen
Records of our days, cataloged with no sentiment allowed to obscure the meta data (subjective conjecture need not apply) dot the landscape, forming an infinite grid of mortality.
Mortal implies limits, so an infinite grid of solely self-aware beings, our qualia, in particular, not involving anyone or anything else, carries each individual’s uniqueness, believing we are the onliest as our way of coping with the fact that as far as we know, this existence is finite.
I tell you bout the onliest man I knowed come from Virginia.
Self-awareness consciously knows and understands character, feelings, motives, and desires.
feelings, motives, and desires.
There are two broad categories of self-awareness: internal self-awareness and external self-awareness.
External self v Internal self
These mean very different things to you and me.
You see, by our society’s standards, I have no reference for the internal kind. Everything I got I learned without the leg up of familiar tradition, unspoken understanding and qualifying acceptance. In a way, I’ve always had to prove I am not a mistake even though clearly that is all I amounted to in the end, a foolish mistake for my mother to regret.
For some adoptees, particularly those who’ve experienced early childhood trauma such as neglect or abuse, it may be difficult to form emotional bonds. Some studies suggest that adoptees may also be at higher risk for depression, anxiety, learning disabilities, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), or substance abuse.
This started as a very different piece but between the narcissist showing me his drawing without caring about my writing kind of interrupted the flow.
The fact that I can’t really ever relax or do something mildly extravagant because I can never seem to get ahead, I’m terrible at getting reimbursed and in general, there are a million things I want to do, see, hear, and learn and chasing down the ability to just survive (it’s been that way for 20 years in the film and television industry) isn’t really my thing-the fact that I can’t really celebrate isn’t where I had hoped to be by now.
I’m tired. Tired of this particular existence that, the longer I live, seems more and more futile. Everything we were told was either a lie or a myth and now I’m in no position to take on the world as I once was, having been severely beaten, tortured and most recrntly mugged and stabbed in the past three years.
That’s not even the half of it. That’s not even what makes me sad. It’s the lack of friends I find myself enduring these days. The sadness just never goes away.
The system is based upon ten (originally nine) glyphs.
The symbols (glyphs) used to represent the system are in principle independent of the system itself.
That much I expected. But then a third officer, whose name was Villarreal, carefully read every page of my 2019 journal, including copious notes to self on work, relationships, friends, family, and all sorts of private reflections I had happened to write down. I told him, “Sir, I know there’s nothing I can do to stop you, but I want to tell you, as one human being to another, that you’re invading my privacy right now, and I don’t appreciate it.” Villarreal acknowledged the statement and went back to reading.
It occurred to me the other day that you might be lying about whether Ray Ray was a pathological liar.
Aren’t all junkies?
No. I was gonna say, everyone’s favorite junkie a premiere funky who gets sulky in his freewheeling scene -stealing calamide lotion staring down the street while you pop those friggled uptown
home of the brave my ass I heard her say as you walked away
But save that for another day
Sing the song of truth
No one knows your name
Are you insane?
Some people call me loco
Mean Jean Feline
with the “wrong”
The largest trades
— to no one.
just around the last bend,
he ripped everything up to
start over again.
a cry expressing an appeal for divine help.
This tariff on your soul
for a culpable nirvana
hosanna, a mantra,
no one repeats
a cry expressing an appeal for divine help.
…a patient etherized upon the table
Do not ask what is it
Let us go
and make our visit
I hear your little cry when you had a nightmare
I cry so much I can’t wash away this oppressive stench of death
it comes so suddenly, so unfairly,
as if we are just some experiment
to be replaced by
The artifice of intellect,
an artifact of intellectus
adrift in a sea of forgetfulness
l’esprit humain est câblé pour oublier
man … how infinite in faculty—
The mass-center is a fixed property for a given rigid body (e.g. with no slosh or articulation), whereas the center-of-gravity may, in addition, depend upon its orientation in a non-uniform gravitational field.
We have the innate proclivity
the resultant torque vanishes.
center-of-gravity and the mass-center
the inclining experiment
determine our stability,
On the verge of
course of action,
The Human Aura described thought-forms as simple ethereal objects emanating from the auras surrounding people, generating from their thoughts and feelings.
the plan all along.
If only feelings and ideas and stories and history really could be contained in a block of marble—if only there could be a gathering up of permanence—how reassuring it would be, how comforting to think that something you loved could be held in place, moored and everlasting, rather than bobbing along on the slippery sea of reminiscence, where it could always drift out of reach.
We believe in Infinite Intelligence.