For longer than I am able to remember I have been so embarrassingly lacking in resolve that forming resolutions of any sort, at any time of year, has finally become a task I must regretfully admit to be beyond my powers.
Now I am down to a grim-jawed white-knuckle grasp on the fleeting resolution of the moment. One resolution at a time. Baby steps and all that.
The failure to adhere to a small resolution is not, I find, quite so demoralizing as the failure to adhere to a major resolution.
Yet then again, are many small blows preferable to one large one?
While thinking about this post over the past few nights, by the way, a number of positive, well-meaning resolution possibilities have flickered across the shadowy penumbra of the nocturnal solitary consciousness: be a better person, be more cheerful, kinder to others & c. & c. -- all followed by the immediate internal shrug of hopelessness, it'll never work, too late now & c. & c...
Glitch!
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Peter's wife Nancy signed the title in the wrong spot, where it says Lien
Holder. Luckily the RI DMV lady was nice and said, "We have a remedy for
everyt...
Relationality
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… Technologies can be the means by which “consciousness itself” is
mediated. This is from ‘What Is Postphenomenology?’ found in The Critical
Ihde, edited b...
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I got so much work done outside yesterday . . . all of the front-yard and
some of the side-yard beds cleaned out and weeded, grass mowed and edged,
comp...
Three Working-Class Poems
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Longing for Power It’s to work, to home, to work, to home, to work to
death. Sunshine deficient, happy deficient, and smile deficient. They die
with a brai...
Human Rights Day Today
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The Nobel Peace Prize this year went to Narges Mohammadi, 51, of Iran. She
was arrested 13 times, convicted for five and sentenced to a total of 31
years ...
Stay away from the pool
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My mother & I were visiting a friend of hers who was living in an apartment
complex that I regarded at the time as positively palatial, what for the
commun...
In Memory of Ed Ochester, Poet & Editor, RIP
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We have asked Ed Ochester (above) to edit our Sunday poetry pages for the
next few months. Here is one of Ed's poems: March of the Penguins The
editor of N...
“In spite of all the learned have said ...”
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Philip Freneau
Philip Freneau (1752-1852) was a journalist and poet in the early years our
country was forming. And, oh, by the way, I once wrote an under...
Jason Tandon
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Born in Hartford, CT in 1975, Jason Tandon is the author of four books of
poetry, including *The Actual World*, *Quality of Life*, and *Give Over the
Hec...
Balance is important in design
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Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit. Aenean commodo
ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis Theme natoque penatibus et
magnis dis ...
Feeding therapy FINALLY!!
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There is so much to catch up on and yet so little. I have noticed that the
last year has felt like an inward journey and so telling a story hasn’t
fe...
One year gone ...
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*Meeting Mark Mothersbaugh*
Today marks one year as editor of *Fresh Water *for me. Man-o-man, what a
ride it has been. Despite the intensity of the job, o...
I'm still here
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Just posting here to let anyone know (whoever is still dropping by from
time to time) that I still haven't disappeared, I've just been spending
time away f...
2015 Mini Gift Guide
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A mini last-minute gift guide...it's been quite some time since I've
posted. But I love the holidays so much and sharing gifts that I think
would be great ...
In a Landscape - The Playlist
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John Cage, “In a Landscape”
Bob Dylan, “My Back Pages”
Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues”
The Twilight Zone Theme
Babylon 5 Theme
Simon & Garfunkel, “Richard Co...
1 comment:
No, you're not the only one, Nin.
For longer than I am able to remember I have been so embarrassingly lacking in resolve that forming resolutions of any sort, at any time of year, has finally become a task I must regretfully admit to be beyond my powers.
Now I am down to a grim-jawed white-knuckle grasp on the fleeting resolution of the moment. One resolution at a time. Baby steps and all that.
The failure to adhere to a small resolution is not, I find, quite so demoralizing as the failure to adhere to a major resolution.
Yet then again, are many small blows preferable to one large one?
While thinking about this post over the past few nights, by the way, a number of positive, well-meaning resolution possibilities have flickered across the shadowy penumbra of the nocturnal solitary consciousness: be a better person, be more cheerful, kinder to others & c. & c. -- all followed by the immediate internal shrug of hopelessness, it'll never work, too late now & c. & c...
But hey, wait, this is a COMIC post!!
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