A Zappean Scream into the Abyss

Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies, Here we are again, perched at the edge of the abyss, squinting into the darkness and wondering whether to leap, to peer, get pissed, or to simply scream. Because, dearly beloved, some of us have done something curious: we have become too conscious. The trouble isn’t thatContinue reading “A Zappean Scream into the Abyss”

Ruminations on 2024, 2025 and manifestation

Aweh, My Dearly Beloved Fellow Ruminants & Groupies As the year winds down, it’s time to reflect on 2024 and set intentions for 2025. How we approach these reflections depends on our worldview, attitudes, and, of course, the endless stream of self-help advice on “living our best lives.” Let me start with gratitude—because that’s whatContinue reading “Ruminations on 2024, 2025 and manifestation”

Ruminations on rediscovering Vernon my voodoo doll.

Aweh dearly beloved fellow ruminants & groupies In the late 1990s, Andrew Bradford gave me a voodoo doll for my birthday. Who else can say they got a voodoo doll as a gift? I named him Vernon. Andrew just knew it was the perfect gift. Back in the 80s, 90s, and early 2000s, Andrew wasContinue reading “Ruminations on rediscovering Vernon my voodoo doll.”