Making this choice is not difficult for me. Being born an artist I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am missing the boat that they’re on and they are missing the one that I am on.
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Authenticity in an Artificial World
I would like to write a normal post. But I don’t believe there is any such thing anymore. Why are my photos tagged screenshot?
I just had to delete a list of freeloaders on my widgets ( the directional columns on the left), I don’t know these people. I don’t want to know them. I don’t want to be a springboard for other people’s scams and marketing tactics. I pay for this blog. I pay for it to be free of advertisements.
In the beginning, I wrote about being free of alcohol and I was loaded down with Vodka ads. I couldn’t have that.
I have never participated on this site to try and make money. And I darn sure don’t need a machine to do my writing for me. I don’t need a machine to create art or to play music. Sorry y’all but I am bored to tears when you are on stage musically masturbating with your gadgets. And then it all sounds the same. Every song. No soul.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE is taking over.
Many have jumped on board. The blog posts are often appalling.
Continue reading Authenticity in an Artificial WorldCirculo ~
At one time, here in Guanacaste, Costa Rica, a ponga was the way to go on the water. It was all you needed. One oar would do, if that was all you had. Get on the water and cast your lines. Fish were over abundant here. The coastline left behind, in a world of speed. Fast people living fast lives, simply were not here.
Now, the boats, people and construction is moving at a pace, equivalent of the sound breaking barrier aircraft of my youth. I lived in the country. Cecil Airfield was down the road. I would be sitting by the pool and here a boom. An aircraft breaking the sound barrier. I paid no attention. Why should I?
Today as I type, the boom here is evident. My sleepy village is alive. It’s a snake swallowing its tail.
El Mar = Vida
Daily writing prompt
How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals?
This is a loaded question. I can say no, but I’m not stiff with my time. I go with the flow. An eclectic cartesian point rules my world. It points towards the sea. Everything else is what happens while I create my goals. Giving my time is Love.
Watch The Grass Grow
If you are bored – you are boring. I always say I am not a jealous or envious person because I am fascinated by my own life. I’m the kind of person who can enjoy watching the grass grow. I almost got bored thinking about what bores me. I drew a blank. Then the grass took off.
*This photo was taken in Cordele GA. My granddaughter drove as I snapped shots with my Canon 7d. One of my favorites. This shot is symbolic of the South. Coming apart at the seams.
People
Playa Avellanes
*I took this photo at sunset with my Canon 7d. A desire to watch that ball of fire descend beneath the horizon draws people together. It’s natural. It’s free.
This is how I prefer to live my life. Being in nature. Living a slow life by the ocean.
Continue reading PeopleI am a Whitehouse/Westside Miscreant
Oh hell yeah – I stayed one step ahead of the shoe shine, two steps away from the county line. Just trying to keep my customers satisfied. Satisfied.
*I have written about it throughout my blog* My writing is full of the truth. Confessional. That is why it is obscured. But it can be unearthed. You have to want to know.
*The photo is of my 1991 Toyota that I drive on Amelia Island, FL. Land of the rich and famous. One time sunny place for shady characters. Some consider keeping this rusted, mule of a vehicle, on the road – criminal. I have fun.
*Catch me if you can.
*Whitehouse/Westide is a part of Jacksonville FL – It is called Zone 4 – which is across the board, known as a heart rate zone. It is where I am from.
*whoops – I read the prompt wrong.
Hollywood
Daily writing prompt
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
I call my sister. Hollywood.
*this is one of my first photos taken with my Canon 7d on the beach in Fernandina. On Amelia Island.
New/Old Story
Morally indefensible – Disrobe your social self – What you reveal and conceal – Luck; residue of design.
I purchased On The Road. A 24 dollar book with miles of entertainment for my brain. I am on page 56; still in the introduction. A foreword describing the process of Jack Kerouac’s writing and publishing. His personal thoughts on what drove him. He was divergent. Something that people for the most part do not want to be. I believe it was natural to him. He was a product of Catholicism, jazz, travel and drugs.
Continue reading New/Old Storymonkey turtle FISH
Yet another peace and serenity debacle. This looks like death and destruction to some gringos. OMG
This pic is from home. I don’t surf fish there anymore either. It’s just too much. But that’s because people fish with four to eight rod and reels. Put there lines in, back from the tide. They try to tell me how to fish. Another OMG.
My husband was fishing on the beach in Potrero. He had a Jack on the line. His earlier catch were laying on the beach. He was picturing handing the fish in to the local ladies. He could see their smiles already.
When he landed the Jack, he looked where his fish had been.They were gone. Rooster asked a Tico man, “What happened to my fish?”
Some gringo stopped and threw them back in the water. WTF
That’s not the only crazy thing that has happened to us here while surf fishing. And if I went surf fishing today there would be some new craziness.
You travel two thousand miles to surf fish in peace and it ain’t going to happen. It use to be wonderful. But now there are people here who have a vision for Costa Rica. And they are going to make you do it their way.
NOT
This person (the fish savior) probably had all of the trees cut down on a lot to build themselves a huge house. And he probably has a cement pond. And he probably eats fish in restaurants.
So now we are going to have to get some sort of a water vehicle to get away from these people. Not unlike Amelia.
Today I surf.
Merry Christmas
*I do not write this blog to attract readers. I have no idea of making money. This is a private journal. I write and write. I look back. I like it.
I do prefer to live where there are no amenities. Where the electricity cuts off all of the time. Where there are few restaurants. Few people. Bad roads.
I prefer places that are paradise and others think they are hell. Because that’s when they are paradise.
Once a place is paradise to others, it is hell to me.
I’m not fighting – I’m running
Civilization is traumatizing ~
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