Temporary Digression of the Spotted Kind

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78207932297802915132012-02-13T03:04:36.589ZTemporary Digression of the Spotted KindBecause blogging is cheaper than therapywyonoreply@blogger.comBlogger7621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-12402471776504768692011-12-21T01:56:00.002Z2011-12-21T02:03:10.471ZAll Things Considered

"All things considered" is a sneaky way of saying, "I've reconsidered." Think about it: when you hear the words, "all things considered," they are usually followed by a revision of the speaker's original statement on a topic, and it's frankly laughable to think that any silly little mortal could possibly consider "all things" so clearly, it is not a literal statement. Still, it sounds thoughtful

wyonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-22227141395832395822011-11-20T22:45:00.002Z2011-11-20T22:49:41.834ZBeautiful

I know I've talked about this before, but recent events have resolved my stance with a clarity that demands I address it again. For those of you who enjoy lighter reading, I must apologize ... despite the abundance of jokes that may be had at the expense of boobs, this here isn't going to qualify as a sweet or funny read, so you may want to move on.(That said, this also won't be nearly as

wyonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-46360434486686991762011-10-03T00:35:00.007Z2011-10-03T01:01:20.080ZLight and Shadow

Wildflowers have no artifices. They have no pretensions or illusions of being anything more than what they are.What they are is beautiful. They are flawed, yes, with petals askew and leaves stained and insect bites across every available surface.But wildflowers are beautiful simply because they are alive and in bloom. They need not convince themselves or anyone else with imitation glitter or

wyonoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-64714617286369305362011-06-19T19:38:00.002Z2011-06-19T19:43:39.841ZWorth Doing

Despite being quite the erratic/shitty blogger and a whole host of other things (Corporate, anxiety, Corporate anxiety, etc), I have reached some major milestones this year, and without typical ado, here they are:I finished my novel.I finished my first edit of my novel.I released am about to release my novel to a trusted group of "beta readers."Okay, since I haven't actually DONE the third thing,

wyonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-72164489743124074142011-05-05T10:52:00.002Z2011-05-05T10:57:22.403ZOn Quotable Quotes

A dear friend—and fellow atheist—recently endured the following quotation on Facebook, as well as a number of "supporting" comments. Being as how she is blogless, I offered her the opportunity to share the information with the world ... or whatever infinitesimally small portion of it stumbles by my own blog.(She accepted.)I also offered my friend the opportunity to guest blog here (she's a good

wyonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-40042942317720450972011-05-04T02:06:00.001Z2011-05-04T02:12:18.803ZAlso This Time Last Year

Look at that! Full-grown, brand-new, LIVING LEAVES. Spring has been a long time coming in 2011, and we're still hopeful (here in the frozen tundra), we haven't seen anything like the above yet this year.

wyonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-65368274596692986362011-05-03T01:15:00.004Z2011-05-03T01:17:59.274ZThis Time Last Year

Let's just say it's not looking near so nice this time THIS year ...

wyonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-90634901007711828952011-05-02T01:26:00.003Z2011-05-02T01:34:50.373ZWriting About Not-Meditating

This is a little stream-of-consciousness writing that I felt compelled to produce after a recent not-meditating session. I do meditate ... I just don't do it very well! The purpose of meditating is to focus the mind, and while I have improved in my abilities somewhat, my mind still tends, more often than not, to skip more rapidly and for longer duration than a championship stone-thrower in

wyonoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-52673107978102906182011-02-27T03:46:00.005Z2011-03-15T02:17:34.396ZRude Awakening (Again)

The scene, wyo's bedroom. The time, 4:00 a.m., Wednesday, February 16, 2011.FRISKitty enters, meowing: "Meow, meow, meeeeeoooooooooowwwwww."FRISKitty jumps on the bed, on me, and drops something, which brings me to full awareness, and with a gruesome sense of déjà vu-ish foreboding."That better be a toy," I say. I scramble for and flip on the light next to the bed."That" is NO TOY. It's a fucking

wyonoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-3368629272242672402011-02-06T16:11:00.002Z2011-02-06T16:27:20.072ZInformed Opinion

I am older now than my great-grandmother was when she died at the age of 33, leaving my grandmother to care for her younger brother. My grandmother 13 years old when this happened—preciously close to Little Girl's current age. In addition to being in the prime of life when she died, my great-grandmother was also pregnant; in addition to her death and the death of her unborn child, her mother and

wyonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-69864455767928546832011-01-23T16:46:00.002Z2011-01-23T16:56:57.335ZThe Zen of Wireless Networks (or Something Like It)

In addition to throwing a very minor wrench into the workings of the local field mouse population, I also installed a wireless network in my home over the holidays ... at the very end of 2009 (yes, this post HAS been languishing that long in no-bytes-land). This sort of computer engineering is not something that I routinely tackle, because while I am reasonably comfortable opening up any old

wyonoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-72344190246743480182011-01-08T01:55:00.000Z2011-01-08T02:05:49.464ZAmbivalence of Attack, Surprise of Scale

That I am becoming an advocate for a kinder, gentler atheism than that which is generally promoted—when it is spoken of at all—has resulted in roughly equal parts abhorrence and encouragement from those who know about it. Not that anyone has attacked ME, mind you, but at such times as I have been aware of it, I've felt a distinct lack of enthusiasm for my unwillingness to rubber-stamp believers

wyonoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7820793229780291513.post-73968678612181028592010-12-28T16:32:00.005Z2012-02-13T03:03:23.333Z