Goals Completed: 4
Goals in Progress: 38
This morning I'm sitting in another hotel ballroom getting more CEUs, and I'll be here for the next three days at the Northwest Institute of Addiction Studies Conference. After attending this conference, I'll have gotten all of the required continuing education required to maintain my licensure for this year. This morning I sat zazen as well, having gotten up early to drive a friend to the airport.
I have signed up for three overnight shifts on an Engine for the Black Rock Volunteer Fire Department, and four shifts for Ranger Intercept. This weekend I'll be getting my yearly basic Black Rock Ranger Training, and then I'll be set to hit the playa ready to go.
This last week I, with a lot of help, did get the deck and the top of Ol' Number 3 derusted and painted, and ready for new decking. She looks a lot less weathered and is a lot more protected. I'm going to put new composite decking on top of the bus, a lighter and stronger alternative to her old sun-degraded wood, when I have both the time and money. This will allow a better ham radio antenna, and solar panels, and better storage options.
The Whorse is still in the mechanic's bay. She hasn't yet been cleared to even drive to Burning Man, much less operate during the event. Whether or not the Whorse can actually get to the playa, I'll sign up for Ranger Intercept shifts and get the training and mentoring for next year.
My monthly haiku:
water in wooden cracks
crumbling rusty deck
a life of training
constant learning and review
part of the Way
Showing up, aware -
Having a plan, useful goals;
theSwede and I have been married for nine years as of today! This feels like a strange mixture of routine and a grand accomplishment, partly because I know I am a small-dose-person and yet theSwede has somehow sucked it up and remained committed to me for the very-long-dose of nine years. She may just be desensitized to me at this point. That's what love truly is. Love is desensitization. Ah, true love. Anyway, we are happy or at least desensitized and I hope you find something equivalent for yourself in whatever form it may take with whoever for however long. That's love. Probably. Enjoy.
Sincere thanks to everyone who called their Senators. Be prepared to call again. You can never trust a soulless thing to be actually dead even after it has seemed you killed it.
That said, do take some joy in having won this round. People were relying on you. And you helped make the difference. Thanks.
A young boy aids in the fight against a mechanized terrorist organization as the sole controller of a prototype giant robot.
I couldn’t sleep, so I wandered into the weird and comforting landscape of UHF television’s modern equivalent, which in this case is a digital antenna station on 56.4 here in Los Angeles, called Comet TV*
For the next half hour, I watched this magnificently bizarre thing called Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot. As far as I can tell, there’s this little kid called Johnny Sokko, and like all the other kids in school were all “Johnny Sokko, you’re a stupid face!” so he was like “h*ck you guys, I’m going to get a giant robot and live on a boat for some reason. Oh, and also, I’m like 8 or whatever, and I’m in charge of a giant flying murder machine. So watch your step, bitches.” Johnny gets this this giant robot who flies, and he controls him by issuing commands into a gold wristwatch. Instead of telling the robot to breakdance for his endless amusement, Johnny cries a lot and makes the robot save the world from a squid guy or something who lives in a sunken spaceship, adjacent to a pineapple under the sea? It’s all a little fuzzy in the translation, I’ll be honest, but I think I got the gist of it.
Anyway, I probably made some of that up, but this is all true: There’s a Flying Robot who is vaguely Egyptian. There’s a Gargoyle Gang, the Emperor Guillotine, a military group of children who are called Team Unicorn and are the only thing between Earth’s survival and intergalactic destruction for some reason, and all the bizarre 1960s Kaiju visual effects you could ever hope for. The music is exactly what you want it to be, and at one point, an entire freeway overpass is destroyed, because who among us hasn’t wanted to do that!
A quick search on a few of the Internets made it clear to me that I was not just way late to the party on this (the short I saw was originally released in Japan in 1967, as Giant Robo because obviously) but I am also discovering this literally decades after it became popular with the cool kids. So if you’re like OH GREAT WIL WHEATON THANKS FOR WASTING MY TIME WITH SOMETHING I ALREADY KNEW ABOUT now you can feel like a jerk because it’s new to me, Roland. It’s new to me!
It’s weird, and fun, and overflowing with potential audio samples, so I thought I would share it with you today. Here’s what I think is the first episode, in which we meet Johnny Sokko, the Flying Robot, an unsettling sea monster, and more:
There are several collections of Johnny Sokko films at the Internet Archive. I guess you can also buy remastered DVDs if you want to go that route (though I strongly believe that the faded and aged look of the originals at archive.org is a significant contributor to the charm of the thing.)
Good luck. We’re all counting on you.
Of course, this is only true if all groups come to the table willing to look at something as "our problem", otherwise the "my problem" groups will just be outraged if the resulting solution implemented is within the "our problem" range but outside the limited view.
Look, I don't know how / have the energy to be funny anymore, alright? Work with me here.
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I always thought I’d too commit suicide one day, but I haven’t. I hope you haven’t either. Funny thing is that no matter how painful I find my own existence, when I see others saying such things all I want to do is help and let them know how wonderful, beautiful, and meaningful they are. Frank. should you read this and want to share any of it, you have full permission to use my name: Caitlin Pennington.