Greetings all, I’m reporting this evening from amidst this epic ice storm. The roads are poor and the dog is miffed. Chagrined that I’ll not tolerate the hour plus walk she would typically enjoy. When living with me disappointment is something to become accustomed to.

It’s possible that I occasionally lean a degree or two towards cynicism or disillusionment. Looking upon the World as a whole quickly becomes overwhelming when the aggregate suffering and evil is considered. One of the best ways I’ve encountered to negate such thoughts is to focus much smaller. Specifically, go help people in need in any manner in which you are qualified to do so. Caring about someone other than yourself for some reason helps banish the more jaded inclinations. Probably necessary to stop us everyone from cannibalizing each other for their possessions and cruel dystopian human flesh chill contests. The Food Network takes a weird turn in later years.

I may have gotten off topic here. Most unusual. This is from April 6 and is yet to be titled. Thanks!

There is a method to leave well far behind

The bitterness and fear we so often find

Charity aids not just the recipients

It also helps cure other participants

Something about performing a selfless act

Gratitude and enlightenment will attract

Allow love and kinship form your rally cries

The swamp of your psyche will be swiftly dried

Immerse yourselves friends in the salubrious

To dispel all your feel lugubrious.

Yes I am a pretentious twit. But how could I not rhyme salubrious and lugubrious once I thought of it? I am properly ashamed, I assure you.

I don’t know for sure whether or not I’ll be in tomorrow. I’ve been kicking around the idea of resting on Sundays. That said I neither work, nor exist in a place lacking unseasonable ice storms, so it’s definitely possible I’ll have nothing more pressing. If not though you, all have great value to me and I wish you an amazing remainder of your collective weekends.

-Alex Blaikie

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A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.