a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
So, if first-person confessional style podcasts are your jam, subscribe to mine wherever you get your podcasts. I’m on all of the major platforms.
Q: what is it about me that i can’t keep my virtual hands off of creativity, love, mysticism, and misfit ontology?
October flew by like a kite caught in a hurricane. I didn’t realise it was November. The dark days should have been a clue. That and the sudden drop in temperature as winter starts to creep in. I didn’t really clock that it was November already until I started seeing...
Who’s obsessed with pinball? I used to be back in the day. I picked up the habit up from my Aunt Valerie who was super obsessed with the game. She used to drag me along to the corner shop and play for hours (or at least seemed like hours for...
I felt compelled to stay up late watching 80s videos. So many teenage memories flooded through my half-baked brain. Not such a great idea when you’re on the backside of 50 wondering where all the time went. Watching these videos reminded me of time when all I wanted to do...
1 I love the momentum that’s being regained by the personal blogging genre. 2 I’m working on forming new habits with the Internet. The last couple of day i’ve spent the majority of my day re-wiring my blog to IndieWeb standards, which has meant a lot of reading about the...
Well the house officially looks like a disaster area. We had to empty of bedroom to make space for our ne wardrobe to be fitted. It’s crazy how much stuff we have crammed in our room. Well all that stuff is now spread out all over the house. The only...
Just installed Post Kind on my WordPress blog. Testing out the ‘Note’ post.
Meriel Swain asked the question, “What will your epilogue say?” I paused for a second to reflect on her question, but all I could come up with this “His name was Clay. He played the game well enough to have more good days than bad days .” That’s all I...
I played PUBG with Jeremy last night. It’s been 142 days since I last played. 1) where does the time go? 2) Shows you how much of a gamer I am!???? I like games, but always feel guilty if i whittle away hours playing them. In my head, I keep...
I finally watched El Camino last night, and seeing how Breaking Bad was one of my all time favourite TV series, I had high hopes for the movie. You can probably guess from my intro that it fell short of what I was expecting. Instead of a movie, we got...
“The most important thing in life is not happiness but meaning.” — John M. Hull, Notes on Blindness 1 Fun. I like the word fun. Who’s having fun today? Are you having fun today? Do you have enough fun in your life or could you use a little more? I...
1 The route to Hell is a well-lived life. I dreamt I was throwing a fish fry. As I prepped for the fish fry, there was a shadowy female presence helping me out. A Shadow in a dream can represent something unknown or unseen about yourself, a sort of a...
1 I’ve been in a kind of holding pattern over the last several days as I process all the words I’ve been reading about content curation and blogging and the state of blogging in general. I’m gearing up of course for another crack at this blogging thing as a central...
“Space travel was once the communal dream and subsequent reality of 1960s. Fifty years ago, the Saturn V blasted off from the Kennedy Space Center and landed the first men on the moon.” It was a dark day. I was lying in bed recovering from emergency surgery from a cat...
imagine the slow-released madness placed under the tongue my friend and I have a bet that his face is too tight under his skin, a pale ghost milked by his masters to prolong life in the dark place where it’s too hard to see tomorrow, by now she could see...
a drop of blood in the stars divides the blue against the broken sun, the fiery light passes from hand to hand, gnawing on our bones in a corner of heaven
This past weekend, we packed up the Outlander and headed northeast to King’s Lynn for a little camping excursion. The first one of the season. I know it’s late, but heck with the earlier weather not being the best and then vacation time in Fuerteventura, well the days and weeks...
can be yourself don’t bottle up the body, keep it open. when all self-identifications remain get rid of god. no self-definition, i am energy and bring nothing reality here, can i demand nothing when you want nothing, seek nothing expect nothing unexpected! a man engrossed prescribed by his scriptures will...
I finally finished Jack Kerouac’s Book of Sketches. The story goes that in 1951, Jack’s friend Ed White encouraged him to do like painters do and make sketches in the street but with words instead of paint. And so Kerouac did. He began writing down prose poem “sketches” in the...
god be sitting on a fence up the road i saw him peering at the traffic passing by then he wandered over to the tobacco shop said something to the barelegged boy leaning on the countertop adjusted his spandex shorts and left
