Reminder: the fall of the USSR the catalyst for the elimination of progressivism as laughably once-upon-a-time viable alternative to British taxpayers paying for a freeloader’s funeral
BLCKDGRD crashed. Details unimportant other than it was them, not me, they tell me. As I type this at 7:42pm EDT the site is transferring back command to me. Told it can take up to 24 hours, I’m not looking until morning
I haven’t backed-up BLCKDGRD since forever, this blog my music and poetry anthologies, my memory palace
Laugh, my not emailing Christine about her daughter a direct result of my telling Morningstar about his mother
Until typing this sentence my only thought about what to do if google murdered BLCKDGRD was I’m not posting grids at pOj (wordpress for those of you who don’t click through) then remembered I post grids at pOj and the fun part is whatever grid I make in google sheets looks nothing like the grid on pOj, I love pOj except for the wordpress part (not that I want *this* fixed it’s that I couldn’t fix if I wanted unless I pay more)
Reminder: shitlords would decracker if they wanted to decracker and if they wanted to decracker which they don’t it’s too late which is just fine with shitlords
I wrote this in an email to a friend (just so I’m not accused of plagiarism): Besides, in 2025 when Emperor DeSantis forms the Crackergestapo I’ll be offline and offgrid anyway
My first response to BLCKDGRD loading slow was fuck this chromebook, laughed that my next thought was fuck if I buy a new pc, laugh, this is new, I will ride this chromebook to a happy passing, may it be years, in full knowledge I double-mainline google evidence against me to 2025’s Crackergestapo on my deviancy and persistent derision of crackerchristers and White Blue-Eyed Jesus Cracker
that shitlords could decracker if they wanted to
Six hours, BLCKDGRD’s not back, I’m chill, not like I post this shit at pOj that I haven’t read back to myself yet
1/i hope that blckdgrd will be back – and yet i know
2/all things must pass – each of us must face 1/aging 2/illness 3/death 4/separation from those we love 5/the eventual deletion of all traces we have left on the internet 6/reaping the consequences of our wholesome and unwholesome actions
3/i have recently begun reading b. alan wallace’s buddhism with an attitude – republished under the title the art of transforming the mind: a meditator’s guide to the tibetan practice of lojong
4/one point wallace makes is we should appreciate the worth of ‘the rare and precious human life of leisure and opportunity’
5/this weekend i was reading an anthology of poetry and came across w.h. davies poem ‘leisure’
Leisure
William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?-
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
1/i hope that blckdgrd will be back – and yet i know
2/all things must pass – each of us must face 1/aging 2/illness 3/death 4/separation from those we love 5/the eventual deletion of all traces we have left on the internet 6/reaping the consequences of our wholesome and unwholesome actions
3/i have recently begun reading b. alan wallace’s buddhism with an attitude – republished under the title the art of transforming the mind: a meditator’s guide to the tibetan practice of lojong
4/one point wallace makes is we should appreciate the worth of ‘the rare and precious human life of leisure and opportunity’
5/this weekend i was reading an anthology of poetry and came across w.h. davies poem ‘leisure’
Leisure
William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?-
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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