Prosaic Infamy in North Winnipeg

Main Street by Sinclair LewisMy rating: 5 of 5 starsI had a copy of this book for decades and had no idea what it was actually about. I’d recently gone through a kick of reading books vitally pertaining to the disturbing recent developments in geopolitics (Empire of Ai; Understanding Hamas; Palestine in Israeli Schoolbooks). Heavy reading after which I decided, as respite, to read a random book…

Main Street by Sinclair LewisMy rating: 5 of 5 starsI had a copy of this book for decades and had no idea what it was actually about. I’d recently gone through a kick of reading books vitally pertaining to the disturbing recent developments in geopolitics (Empire of Ai; Understanding Hamas; Palestine in Israeli Schoolbooks). Heavy reading after which I decided, as respite, to read a random book…

I read Chris Hedges or Helena Cobban’s latest commentaries on Gaza, and then look at the deplorable indifference of our body politic, media, and corporate entities. I wonder how my sanity is not challenged. When I went shopping with my friends, I noticed the pulsating crowd traffic, the overwhelming abundance, and the determined expressions of people, even in leisurely repose. I see no…

It’s not that I have more energy to do this, but rather that I am feeling the blahs about the media I usually consume in abundance. I’m feeling averse to anything that might make me more despair. I’m trying to keep happy, or at least preoccupied with small activities and aspirations. My daughter seems to draw conflict whenever I try to help or support her. It causes me great insecurity and grief.…

I decided to do some writing here. I wasn’t really thinking about the significance of this day when I set out to write. My mind has been more on the big atrocity being committed in the Middle East with the complete support of the Western powers. I’ve been listening to the reports for weeks now. The most direct ones are coming from a limited number of news sources. The day-by-day litany of carnage…

I decided just to type. I have not picked out a subject for this dissertation. I was supposed to pick out a word from a dictionary or anywhere at random and use it as a focal or jumping-off point for my thoughts. It is strange how my mind can be always milling things over, contemplating priorities and method while in the process travelling to places no matter how near or far. Much our life is…

Its probably going to be another long rambling unfocused one as I have no preconception whatsoever of what I am going to write about. I am quite a natural practitioner of Situationist or post-modernist dérive. Fortunately for me, it seems, I can whip something semi-coherent from nothing and even give it some cumulative continuity. My ramblings are probably the more interesting of my writings.  I…

Here we go. Its been moments in the total scheme of things, but also far too long. I think I won’t exist for very long, but I’m also wondering about the environment I live in, the narrative that has unfolded over billions of years. We are all products of billions of incidents of chaos and pristine order. The only things perfect the gems produced by the pressure of millions and billions of years.…

Try to write while my cat has decided to sleep directly in front of my computer

  I’m supposed to be doing this on a regular basis. So its been for many moons. I feel like I’m decomposing as it is. Ha-ha! Decomposing! The pun seems more amusing than ever!

  Apparently there are electromagnetic waves continuously blowing over and around our planet that manifest themselves as light when some of them make their way into our atmosphere. These are known as the Borealis in Latin,…

I’d instructed myself to write something today and post. I’ve so recalcitrant about everything all my life. I wonder if everyone is to some extent. I think these relatively new mediums, in spite of providing instant accessibility to just about “everything” create a energy torpor. I don’t think one wants to make one’s existence and destiny a gamble to which the odds of sustained interest by…

Its been a couple of white snowy days with lots of muck and ice. It further disinclines one to go outside. Not that I really want to. It only feels just like a bit of a curve to my life. I kind of relish having most of my extra-homebody activities discontinued. I find myself forced back to my seat, choosing between the options I have, passive receptor of YouTube and facebook or something…

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