A productive morning, played a lot of hide and seek with the salacious “a iEye” attendant foisted into every crevice within which the limited range idiot savants can imagine: fortunately for our species that range is restricted their avaricious fictions. I continue the re-engineering the surgical clusterfuck from Boxing day - run hard, gutted, and put away wet: virtually and literally. It may have been my faux pas pulling the furtive attendant, who after a night’s festivity outside my recuperation room thought to inject narcotics into my empty saline drip but instead faced an old-ready-too to-yank-his-shorthairs-out-by-the-roots Californio. Lightening quick denials to the suffering surgeon’s likely hangover gave credence to a litany of bald-face lies the medical hack used to document his basis for a post-op ‘blackout’ of hippocratic compassionate care instructions, replaced instead with a ‘Trumpian’ emulation of prevarication, greed, and irrational fear of “other;” but good training for nascent powers-that-be fascists in the wings who intrinsically understand whatk must happen to preserve the status quo.
‘It is a good day to die’ but not for the travel an i Ching consultation seemed to advise: Hexagram 47 - Oppression (Exhaustion) · leading up to the portentous no kings iii rallies slated across the ‘Once a Gr8 Notion’ of my birth. As with many aspects of my existence a peculiar confluence of synchronicity seems to haunt my steps, even my dying sister identified this propensity giving me the early-on moniker of “odd todd” before either of us was out of grade-school, pourquoi pas¿ i am serious as a heart-attack, i.e. what are the odds of finding a stingray prong with the heal of my foot 1/2 mile into the bay of Guaymas at the inception of a 3-month long family sojourn on the same leg that would 40 years later provoke the cutting of a 5 foot tall granite femur that was then stolen by a wife to bestow as troth to the treacherous best man at the nuptials of a marriage which would dissolve soon exacerbated by an emergency appendectomy seeding fertile ground of arthritic erosion resulting in a hernia assault. Lest ye come to think this ‘history’ is contrived as “she who would be queen” who’d later managed to kickstart my dead and departed love muscle might said; my wife and i then lived @ 234 Hamlet St “There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy” - Hamlet, Prince of Denmark · via William Shakespeare
It is a pleasure to find the ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ is not necessarily a train coming this way, however disconcerting it is to have one’s path illumined by the ‘the way’, an echo from a Chinese sage antedating the above literary sage thrice times as many years as the light of our age ‘son of god’ antedates us - you do the math. In terms of confluence way back in January of 2o26 prior to the ‘inauguration’ of the heir-apparent anti-christ the “Doomsday Clock” of our age was moved twice 89, then 85 seconds prior to midnight; unfortunately this was far ahead of the insanity of King Doofus the First, being exposed for the insatiable leacher the planet has come to use as its flimsy excuse for unleashing pent-up penis-envy at the greed (bait-and-switched) in my birth nation’s erratic experiment with ancient conceit of Democracy, roughly paraphrased with LASER-like accuracy synchronistically close to the same time the acronym itself came to be: “the authorities all stand around and boast, how they blackmailed the Sergeant-at-Arms into leaving his post” - Bob Dylan.
enough for now - i believe in the sacredness of the “5 paragraph essay” due to the wisdom of my father ‘still oozing out of my ears’ - B.Dylan · yet the truth be told as i understand things, the ‘essay’ itself has evolved from a much looser form developed by Michel de Montaigne, close to 500 years ago more closely resembling ’stream of consciousness’ than the more pedantic ‘5 paragraph’ form Pop so kindly shoehorned into my noodle oh-so-long-ago.
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24 March 2026
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