Oh, do I have to!

Yes, you have to. Even if I don’t feel like it? Yes, even then. That’s my dialog with the interface here. It must know I don’t have anything to say. It watches my keystrokes and measures the milliseconds between. It has complex algorithms to fathom my mood and productivity. The basis of the Matrix dystopian

Another day in the trenches

So this is a war eh? I think I’d feel better without that analogy. Life in the trenches in WW1 or slogging thru jungle in WW2 was much tougher than this. But then I am not at the front. Those folks, the medical workers, the delivery and infrastructure people, they are fighting the war, confronting

Isolated in a WW2 submarine

Outside its trying to snow. Trying because the air is too warm, Snow flakes are not landing. Suits me. I’m inside and snug, inside a submarine in the western Pacific. We’re on war patrol – its 1943. Binge watching a 1950’s TV series called, “The Silent Service”. Having YouTube play one episode after another without

Home

Its been 44 days I’ve not driven the car. The motorcycle still rests in its winter cloak, this in spite of many warm days I could have ridden. Others have been out screaming down the highway on their big bikes. Many of them without helmets. They’ve considered the risk of not having the chief protection

Stuck inside but dealing with it

I am an old guy on social security. I live in a shack in the woods of Maine. Being sort of a rural rustic (never a city person) I don’t miss crowds. In fact This past month of total isolation hasn’t seemed that far from normal. The several times a week travel to WalMart or