So much driving today. Had to return some auto parts. Picked up a friend to check out a worm farm and then get lunch. 

Lunch was worms. No! It was bean burritos. 

Also trying to help a friend with some Medicaid stuff. Navigating the labyrinth of forms. Making sure that the application for permission to apply for an application is filled out properly, lest the actual application be rejected. 

It's maddening. 

I'm getting up early tomorrow to help a friend move some stuff. Moving during the summer is a terrible idea and yet we as a culture have decided that's what we're all gonna do. 

At least I'll die doing what I hate: moving heavy objects and sweating. 

Sometimes the future just...looms.

I notice it mostly when I'm up late, like tonight. It's creeping over the horizon, like it can't wait for the dawn. 

Like a jungle cat; you can't turn your back on it.

Brick by brick, it will grow a tower around you, if you let it

tephra in common

the volcanic fire was impressive 

plumes of ash and all 

slow settling pyroclasts

how you knew the true names of everything 

The hymns of their bodies 

their heartbeats little drums 

lapilii falling back to Earth 

sighing sleepy nestled home

Pillow talk

I'm tired but this is becoming something of a habit. There's an instinct, or rather, a compulsion, to be eloquent, profound, to peel away the skin of the world and examine the capillaries and bones. 

To sound smart, basically. 

Fortunately, I noticed that compulsion creeping up on me as I lay here on my bed, and I'm currently smothering it under my pregnancy pillow. 

Okay it's not a pregnancy pillow, but I have spent probably too much time online shopping for them. 

I like to sleep on my stomach, but kind of at an upward sloping angle. It's not a normal way for humans to sleep, it seems. 

I've got two long pillows that I arrange into an upside-down "V" and my head is lying on the point where they meet, and then I'm sort of hugging the arms. 

There are pregnancy pillows that have belly cutouts for the gravid, and might work, but I'm not currently obese so it might be too much at the moment. 

I was just thinking it might be nice to sleep in zero gravity, except I think I remember hearing that trying to sleep in zero gravity is terrible. Like you never feel like you're actually lying down, and your limbs float around so your hand might whack you in the face. You have to swaddle yourself up. 

Which would be a nightmare for me because I sprawl out like the chalk outline of a murder victim. 

I'd hate to be the guy that has to draw the chalk outlines for space murders. That would be a real nightmare. 

But I'm sure like most things, it gets easierwith practice. 

Reminder to change Your air Filters

That's it. Remember to change them. Everywhere you find them. Air conditioning units. Cabin air filters in your car. Ummm...HEPA.... filters. 

I failed to change mine in a timely fashion and there's ice buildup on the evaporator coil. Hopefully it was just the dirty air filter slowing airflow enough to cause it to freeze up. Because that's cheap and easy to fix; just turn it off and wait. (Yes, I'm running the fan to run uncooled air through the system to speed up the process, but doing nothing works, too.)

This happened back when we first bought the house. We had purchased these ultra super biofllter air filters that worked by blocking all particles, including nitrogen, oxygen, argon, carbon dioxide...basically all gases.

So now it's eighty-three degrees Fahrenheit, which is certainly not cold. I feel okay though. Getting ready to go to sleep right now. I'll set an alarm and try the AC in a few hours. 

I'm in my underwear, as usual, and a single piece of body armor that covers my one weak spot... But I'm not going to say where that is. 

A smarter man would probably not even have mentioned they have a weak spot. 

Well good for them. The rest of us do what we can with what we have. Like multiple obvious weak spots. 

*I don't know why I capitalized certain words in the title of the post. Sometimes if I've used a word to start a sentence before, it pops up in my autofill capitalized. 

Or it could have some deep hidden meaning that I myself am barely cognizant of. 

Probably not. It's usually pretty obvious when I'm trying to be subtle. 

This blog does this thing sometimes where it says I have a draft with unsaved changes, but when I open the draft, it's blank. 

What does it mean? 

Have I been attempting to write in my sleep? Well I got bad news, Subconscious Self, we're not that good a writer when we're awake either. 

shuffle

Hit shuffle on the music player

So we can like what everyone else likes

Is what I started to say

But it sounded condescending

Some things are just good

And of course lots of people will like them

I think of music all the time

And how there must be songs 

That I'm not ready for

Because I don't have the vocabulary 

(the musical equivalent of vocabulary)

To hear what I'm listening to

It takes time

So give me a few moments

To decide if you are real

Favorite Genre

I've been watching Pluto on Netflix. It's got an android detective investigating the assassinations of other robots. 

The other robots are mostly humanoid, although their forms vary by function and quality. Some look entirely human, and others look like enlarged versions of kid's toys. 

It's one of my personal favorite things in sci-fi, when there is a spectrum of technology. Just like how when I drive to the grocery store, I might see a futurist-looking electric car right next to a rusted-out truck, belching black smoke from its exhaust.

Technology creates inequality. It's inherent. 

Humans are pretty amazing. Then we create these tools to make our lives easier. And we use them to make each other's lives harder. 

The world is this way because we believe it has to be. 

What if we're wrong?

Now, to go drink robot whiskey and smoke robot cigarettes. And walk in the robot rain.