Boy, oh, boy I can’t wait until the machine learning algorithms eat up that blog headline and serve me up a constant stream of advertising for mattresses and depression treatment.See what you need is Better Help!
I don’t know why I find targeted advertisements to be so triggering, they get so much wrong about my by drawing often poorly interpreted internet activity into conclusions that ignore the complexity of how I view things and my natural curiousity to click on links that interest me. Plus I sure like trolling advertisers and confusing algorithms. And I’m not into modernity, I rather like that old music as I don’t want to spend all my pleasure time dwelling on the problems of today. Take me to a far away place, a distant land in my recreational persuits.
I survived today at work by consuming fewer cups of coffee this morning, no caffeine pills and only one cup of coffee in the house office not two!, instead drinking more water. The bike trail with all that rough ice on it was miserable to ride, I really should have taken in Corning Hill but I don’t like riding the road with all the traffic compared to the bike trail. The rough bike trail ride made me about twenty minutes late again, despite leaving earlier then I do in normal conditions. I wiped out on the very slippery ice under the Livingston Avenue Railroad bridge – that part was so slick with the ice – but didn’t rip my jeans or skin my knee but my legs and arms were a sore throughout the day. The rough ride meant my frozen vegetables and tofu was spilled out all over my bag and the bananas I packed were pretty pulverized. At least it was not real cold. Took the express bus home.
I continue to watch with intrigue and horror with the shit show going down in Washington DC and even Albany, noting it’s all one big ball of wax and power brokers playing a million different angles I can’t see. Don’t think for a minute the Congestion Pricing, Mayor Adams, Immigration Raids, State Budget 30 days Admendments, Prison Strikes aren’t all kind of twisted together. Not that all cards are shown, I’m sure the power brokers gave many secret thingd up their sleeves – and many more things they don’t know about the other parties. The world is changing for good or bad, but I’m kind of glad to be further removed from it all, looking at it from the data department up in Menands. I’m concerned but not as horrified as many liberals as the old way of doing things was broken and somebody had to try something new to get the world out of its terrible rut it’s in as we flail towards climate catastrophy as costs are passed along to all by inflation and higher insurance premiums. I’m sure there’s is so much deal making going on behind the scenes that we may never know about unless the next Robert Caro is in the making.
I plan to get to sleep fairly tonight. No sleeping pills tonight. No reading that library book on Off Grid Living at 3 AM. No watching a homesteader on YouTube at 4 AM wide awake but still dreaming. Not busting up my knee tomorrow! Busing it in tomorrow. Going to be cold and snowy! I just need some time in the mountains, some time in the wilderness next to a fire, breathing in that fresh air all night long. I really miss spending time in the mountains, really the last time I got anywhere beyond a quick Sunday trip out to my parents house was mid January over Martin Luther King Day. Sleep will come easier in a month or two, once I get my windows back open again and I can spend more time in the wilderness once again. Riding to work helps, especially time spent down in the gorge but I need more, once it’s warm out, can really enjoy the evenings and listen to the crickets and the sounds of the wilderness once again. It might be different if I had land now, but I don’t think the typical suburbanite home even in a little hick town that smells like cow shit would make me any bit happier than my dumpy old apartment. But as I said many times, deep rural places like below with mountains are too far from work and it’s still all New York. I will get there, I keep saving and investing both money and in my self, doing the best I can to constantly be learning, building skills and getting thee.
My mind is so fried. I need mountains and a fire, so far away from it all. Away from Albany, far away. Nights in the wilderness. Those days will happen but it’s so far away. I need a vacation but not to Europe or Asia but to some little roadside site up in the woods. Those cute goat pictures on the homesteading pages though on Facebook are cute but I know it’s never that way in real life – it’s all manure, parasites and breaking the ice in frozen water troughs as the hogs at 3 am break out for the ninety-nineth time.
past Meads Farm
