Sweet fellow, but you'll notice he doesn't say how his precious Mindfulness could help him feel better, or "less stressed out" about the military of his own government butchering and starving children in the Yemen. Or bombing densely populated towns in Syria with white phosphorous. Or NATO helicopter gunships sportively hunting down parties of boys gathering firewood in Afghanistan and killing them one by one. I think maybe his problem is, after all, that he's chinless--and just can't face the fact that the Flesh-eating Lizards from Outer Space, who are in the saddle and riding high, don't give a rusty fuck (or tinker's damn) whether he's Mindful or not.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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