The psychology of simplest living, via my stories of many years truly simplest living. Real ones - not earnest or pious.
Ten years a landloper. Time to tell those tales, too.
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Start at the beginning (first 'post' - click 'older posts' bottom right hand corner ). Themes are developed and then woven together - a series of regular essays. Some in handwriting; some audio/vid.
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As 'art' of it or anything else light footprint, is merely being aweare of how our little wires may get strained and damaged especially at the plug, and always remebering to take care and unplug between charges means you aren't mad... or even broken.
mdid i do this ohh yes ohh well it takes longer to delete a repeat and my ohh my i tried...to fix this.
And paid an Orwellish 'price' in what I heard... disturbing but so brilliant for the chronicle. Which is over.
always something leftover...
if you can use that lovely word in leftovers2022 and smile more than feel sorrow, one isn't mad either.
yes last S+S ... astill to put here in film.
some have their breakfast in a sandwish some seperated
"separatist" though - i never belonged to this society.
Except bi do belong to those who feel real chronicling is all the godliness there ever was.
Thing is a did learn so much from seeing his ugly mug again, how slow tv is so much more gentle even if ranty things are happening if we can dwell on all the characters at length they tell you so much more.. even if silent.
what's this?
been in draft posts here since August 4th
well rtightly so in that De Beauvoir was of her time, but she did know what solidarity means. And how it is only a good thing as long as you know what it is for...
They wont tell you those bluehairs that an actually great film is where the classes were one - equal, just as bright eyed... all the way to the end
hahh hahhh what was i thinking of? travel means really pondering the words and their usage over time...
the pfoa is one small part - of all the so much consuming - until this summer it wasn't quite so continually in oones face
But it's the sharing really, all...
And a shared noticing of the smell on the path. Hardly anyoner able to go out without so many 'products' they waft along ten or twenty metres in front and behind.
Now... 'this' works which means the other one has given up the ghost too...all ghosts.
And i have a load of ghostly half written jottings from the last few months, that don't quite seem necessary, now...
But i stick to plan A.
(the funny thing with the 'world' is it's so simple really - some places they drive like mad people, some places they pretend to be something else but when you are in a county, oops "dutchy" whatever that means, ohh yes that there's some mad prince, i have never known a place where so many drivers 'undertake'... just like London...truth theuy don't like being alive .)
"lonely eyes" well all i know is that I have the same waist size now as i had age sixteen.
and i don't compromise when it comes to the chubbies - are we up to about 2/3 ?
of the rest
As being overweight means you don't "care" as my ohh my caring takes up so much energy... never mind time.
So, it's not surprising one remained alone so long.
my ohh my three of thevery best wordsmiths gone in one year, now you realise that you are a limited edition.
now i don't share this anywhere much - very rarely, and this summer almost not at all Ive been sidetracked, into a good writer's writing.
And i have only used "ugly" hashtags a few times, not even experimenting, in fact i don't know why i lowered myself to that vile aesthetic.
And anyway I cannot believe that just sticking a hashtag in a couple of somewhat Proustian not-skit video clips goes and draws in a whole new 10 times readership..
Now, there was one "pure" one i really did think kindof 'got' it, and if he was to go on about their obsession "medicine" and 'healing' that he would snigger at the end of what i knew was a 'skit'.... and that he surely didn't need to go shopping.
Anyway i am pure and constant. I awake every day always at 6ish. Almost always have eight fine hours sleep in fact i wish i didnt doze off quite so quickly - yes he always works, old Brett...
And i always awaken quickly knowing what the 'cause' is... the same one i wrote in my notepad that 23 years ago. How to make the 'green' world more sexy and alive..as preaching piously and earnestly never works. And Charles Eisenstein makes you blow a fuse...
( i only care about one reader - that's how you write, to only one)
Anyway you can't get much more of an 'organic' 4000 page views even if each one is clearly too personality disordered to care, or read..
never mind no one ever "community", or "abundant" in their "generosity" to bother looking for my begging bowl just up above in 'funding' heres a nice link for the great majority too fat to even waddle to the take away to get their chinese so have to get some smiley slave to deliver it https://www.ralphschism.com/p/funding.html all s/he cares for is the tip...
yes that reminds me two years ago i must get back to that job - the so called "community" of so so so many 'sick' people funny old world when they virtue signal they are the ultras ... " we have such a wonderful community" but nobody helps the gibber recycle or just protect her many years of ocd hoarding wood, so it can be left to rot in the rain...
And she was VERY good at smiling for her tips, so as to camouflage her furrowed brow pondering how to not pay my last tranche of hard-earned wages. Very....
But then there's nothing like physical labour to keep the weight away... so all gibbers are only to be thanked and remebered with a smile
which is real "revenge" - the only kind that really keeps your pecker up...and mojo, too.
But how to really spin them up into the air like plates at many RPM and ....
well firstly the so called readers have to prove they aren't AI ...and just like when you sign up for yet another new 'service' - this the only one i trust good old Proustian stream of consciousness dotcom
(i had a 4k a day one before... i am constant)
in fact all that matters is HONEST diaries and i saw some that were good thistersum
which in fact meant i cared more for them then my smatterings here... and rarely look at any reader 'stats'- indeed there may be the inverse of quantum mindfuck theorey, something like when you do NOT 'observe' then ten times more peeps do..
But then they only observe indeed thats far too big a word for just 'scan' doubtless whilst browsing for fatjabs too...
In short you can only prove you are a 'reader' if you buy a cup of coffee on that service - via that link.... otherwise i shall just have to assume 4000 'scrapes' a day from some really dumb 'I' that sits there munching 'artificial' processed nothing...
Nobody ever has (used buymeacoffee or paypal or anything here so i remain pure thank you very much and indeed 'free' but then EVERYthing is broken so i cannot continue unless i have at least some kind of sign its worth bothering.... in the summer when in fact the more i think about it the "fake" of The PAth my my she did us a favour... became a historical symbol of everyone.. )
which reminds me actions do speak louder than words, even if they "have consequences" but we all get a chance to do a second draft. Except the English never ever can ponder who they really are were and see what was good and still is
I rarely lose it and lose my "zen" for example never losing the small sliver of metal needed as spacer in the battery connector, but i have... twice this last few weeks.
One new lost spacer bit me in the bum thistermorn as if to remind me appearing nearly perfect of course only angers people. Even if i don't understand why that should be, and i do understand that most of the 'personality' labels like the Asbo one are about dodgy parenting and anyway even they may well just be "PHASES" - of course no one else can think like that
Except Rita
But there we go....
Righty ho talk about the most discombobulated load of snippety gibbets but thats all i can do if nobody ever keeps to plans...
when you keep to plans you are "happy" .. that i figured long ago.
And my plan always was a few things need turning into small tomes that can stand alone ..maybe guide...
But i am stupid as even with 1000 somedays i looked 2500 readers here ... none of whom pay a penny or ever have...
indeed just gibbers i guess...
the way to beat a gibber is stay "pure" and not even consider turning on the (google adsense ) advert button within these pages which would make at least pay for the odd morning sat in a cafe with a plug
so you reap what you sew, and you better be "abundant" (their last few years buzz-word) in the patience department as your get what you need... the slow version. The last chapter will be worth waiting for. Whether Rita "exists" or not.
right in the meantime "zen" is especially about not crushing the small plugs at the ends of charging wires
And i didn't know in this day and age if anyone else would even be able to listen or remember that one.... and thus there is 'hope'.
Her next
cant remember what this one was far more important things to remember and smile
the most unfriendly cleaner in the world... funny that i normally like cleaners, but of course as soon as they become "medicine" addicts or can only talk about 'illness' or "healing" via homeopathy, they are nothing but imaginary
righty ho tourism vs real life
And the reality of people behind their closed doors.
Especially here.
a series chronicled over several months.
one day
And all that matters is someone else seeing through it.
I wonder if this was noticed...just left on the ground to rot and exude xenobiotics
and...
real 'tourism' everywhere is just about beating the system that is everywhere:
free solutions to everything, if one can
Ohh yes why did i take this photo apart from shared crimes, at last i told someone that real story about the very few joys of travel
to places where people have a joy in sharing even their nailclippers
The new (ten years unused) last notebook.
Has a use at last.
And it is almost the opposite of all this utter tripe
there arent any 'happy' vanners
But forget the vehicle - i have always decried them in every way.
It is the other much "whoop whooped" aspects to travel that dont work, either.
You have to have been an actual nomad to knowso.
thirty years ago in fact longer ago than that ....
"happiness" .. i know is nowhere else as it's all just about do we have the peace of mind to read a good book... anywhere, even here the centre of Haribo horrors, and despite the rest of 'them', in the street where one feels uncomfortable walking by their steroid muncher pub benches where theyve nothing better to do than gawp menacingly, or even other momentarily malarkies.
and my my they are SO expensive i had to go and look oops where is that photo?
maybe next post or 'piece' all just pieces that need one day weaving into a whole - that one witness did 'get'....
now the above is many years knowing that all their "love" really rather needs purging and detoxing or at least "alchemising" over very fiery cauldrons, into what 'love' actually is...
But seems no one can stop and know when you have the right solution. A great day riffing - first draft of a history that no one will read as no one actually sees through it, AND also helps write a bit of a first draft....
but that is what happens when you are on the same page for real, not to please people, all lost to the Eisenstein version.
here it is but.... its the really fancier elite toppings that they made it all about
and of course it takes sucking up to the old(ies') money to pay the prices...
so much more to do
One small video i made - all on the hoof just absurdist surrealist notes, on nothing much, needs amending: that day the young newbie van woman was speaking of 'territories' and i miss spoke into camera about how one must figure the most fuel efficient way around a town - up the hill to go there and then plan the subsequent stops gently rolling down ...efficiently.
But today is the ultimate of that splendid real, worthwhile, thing... there lastereve for charging, and here best signal in the region... and quiet. Very...
Now this is so hard because sparks are so hard to get alone...
(i shall never go back to the jigsaw place because..)
But a bit of a story that cannot be told. Even if it's the only one that matters.
11 june - "i remember and i smile" - i do as it was the first new note in the big one. Dated.
To quote the first bard
And at least Nitin, once, managed to weave it into some real art.... though who would simply stop and listen, that it's about the futility of all war...
Anyway the date is etched in my head - at least that word could be explained. Properly.
20th
now long ago i regret not having a few of my better books on board
Even the George - both of them, and Woodlanders had to be 'borrowed' from local places.
SO many other good ones i have and doing the 'work' means weeding out the objectively not that useful. The Madeleine for example....
20th June
"serendipity"?
and i didn't think that the "journey" would get this far. Good job it did.
back to the 11th
But all you really need, is to quote the problem - Mister "just one thing", with his endless quick fixes as there are none, is just one thing
One small 'change' or one small habit. And tell the world....
And nobody is perfect, but if it can be Most of The Time.... that's 'change'
And even better peace comes through a common language
especially when so many words got repurposed for no other purpose than to make the speaker seem something more than they Martha-are with the tragic "hydrofemenism"
or farworse whatever is in their 'stars'
and if i die today at least we heard "seperatist" so spat out to say "you are not me" well fuck i wouldnt want to be with such
inanity
She wouldnt know that great books like Bel CAnto are to explain to us - bring them to life as loveable lovers too... the so called baddies are human too...and its all ONLY politics...
who is in charge ebbs and flows
" Best (and only) therapy"
And that book. My favourite of his.
I see
I didn't look until now.
But i don't think that is quite right.
A good long session of reading a few good books can even wobble our "core" - query too much our precious little proxy-self.
All i know is that 'purpose' if it is clear in what does another just a little bit of good, is a longer-term real 'therapy'.
Combined with just a bit of actual truth... you either have your head in the sand with your absurd ugly showoff mirrored sunglasses left on, so as to make sure no one can even see you blink at those pesky grains of truth annoyingly blowing around your one way protection - never mind proven anti-healthy sunshine blockers, we see nothing of someone unless we can at least see their eyes.
And writing that even if it must be in fable or fairy tale, is a good therapy. And if we have fairy tales based on the best of 'lived experience' up at Stockings and Suspenders - the best of sunrises, even if not today, sharing them for the next generation down, is more than 'therapy' as it is the only way we got to be a bit free this generation...
I wish to go to Armenia. Perhaps there one can have a real conversation among some people who are at least part modernised. Dagastan, Tagickie... and so much of the rest of the world, even when the 'veil' is chucked in the bin, i find it extraordinary how nobody even mentions that the traveller, ehh tourist: define tourist ... Matt and Julia dont even notice how all their wonderful "such lovely amazing people here ... free lunch wherever you go!" is always only prepared day in day out, only ever, by the women... which they wouldnt put up with for a moment back home.
Tourism plus so called 'media' really really has ended all actual thought. MAy as well burn all the great books that asked at least a few good questions.
Righty ho i cannot type, no power .. and i have a few months of little video snippets to pore over and put up ...
But at least it was good to hear yestermorn, from the nurse (frontline)
twenty seven years
here
" god i hate going to work.... the behaviour of the people nowadays even in A+E where you would think there is some decency..... nope, animals..."
Whereas try talking to a tourist or even incomer who has bought into the fantasy. They actually get upset and growl the moment you suggest that their tourist dream is in fact rather a nightmare. Go ask a nurse a bit of truth....
The problem is that people assume this hallucinatory myopia hasnt infected the rest of the planet, too...
'travellers' in my young man days would always speak the real truth of any place...
not now
nowhere.
And thus 'therapy' really can only be found here and now where at least some truth is laughed at daily..
Right i am gracelessly boring myself and the last few weeks have undergone real therapy - whats what and what matters. And a bit of it is at least written by hand... old cheap fountain pen.
All i know is that took a lifetime to get to know.
Being on the 'same page' about enough things is all there is.
Not 'hate' of anything, merely exasperation, and as a nature lover one knowd that not only are dogs not 'nature' but the nature of the "human" owners
Is proxy - a way of talking about as word-picture, the fidgetting controlly neurosis i had no idea was this bad.
As did the co....co what?
chronicling compañera
someone needed to see, what matters, and perhaps 'get' how all this is proxy behaviour for no "caring" about ANYthing
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And the poor former sovs haven't read their history books and still think that you can speak with long dead granny for free.
As so often the case a Mister Swedenborg-Eisenstein goes and charms folk with his lucky charms and then those Foxey sisters pile in on his literal coat tails.
Anyway all that matters, is matter here and now on this planet the Eisensteins entirely fail to protect as they use so many complicated words and smug smiley self reverential phrases when its just about setting example and reusing a plastic bag a few times
But no they go and get all "detox" "purity" obsessed which is exactly the same as dressing your dog up in a Dryrobe
so, all that matters ... is some poetry and Rita is one - muse...
(but the 'meaning' - how on earth does one bring out what actual 'sedition' means? well it does mean a challenge - Rita should not exist; is against all the current fads and absurd obsessions and neuroses. But, in a 'good' way, does. As you could to. And that's of course very very very damaging to your little dog bowl of a waterbottle obsessed small minded dog kennel of a life... and no one else has ever agreed "fuck i never want to see another dog in my life")
But my equipment is so creaking and intermittent fault
"an intermittent fault [in our so called 'stars']..."
I think it must have been twenty years ago i wrote in my notepad how the intermittent fault dominates everything, always, and having somebody in tune with those endless necessary fixings is all you need
'Tourism' is one thing; and another entirely different reason to travel - not very far, indeed still on "this side of the world" is twenty years ago i was meandering along a Moroccan backroad in an old beaten up taxi and when the fan belt broke the smiley driver - a real one, described how he wasn't perturbed as he had realised its all just about continual fixing and a fix may last a while or a longtime...
And in fact each break may be for some better purpose.
Tomorrow!
No sparks and no wish to be indoors on the last sunny day.
But tomorrow i know where it starts. Just one story that needs to be somehow turned into something good. As more good than not so good is all that matters. Especially if it is only "for the common good" - and i know nobody else 'gets' it...
But i do know they are as mean as the meanest people i have ever known by far, " them Pasties"
In fact they couldn't possibly be as mean if they tried; and if it's 'AI' clicking on every post with bated breath, well go and blow a fuse s nobody could imagine or in fact predict 'Rita' - a many year code word of mine for something good.
Well only one matters, and it became almost default, i don't get it as laughing at our fakery used to matter, but i guess it's hard to laugh at " i don't shop at horrible plastic-food supermarkets [where the self-killers go and gobble Mounjaro
waddlin' between the aisles - thats a REAL writer!].. "
when a house is actually full of Waitrose
That is the kind of "fake" that is really toxic.
One day i shall get to that. As yes you do have to 'live' within situations like Mister Orwell, to 'get' why they are wonky.
Ahahhh the warming sun at last. Shame i hardly have any battery left.
(why does she wave at me?, I haven't spoken to anyone for some days as i know what needs to be said)
All that matters is walking once more, just sometimes useful 'insights' come along, and the biggie is that...
well ... remembering basic fizzics and that batteries .... work in accordance with the summer and less warm times - its a firm rule of this universe and not some "pure" nonsense one the Oracles lure you into for true fakery.
At ten bob a view.
("the stares!" ... )
But in fact all that also matters is not faking an actual enjoyment of warmer weather me i can do hot no hat
no water
(a whole dull year i had began the collage of so many show off water bottles - indeed they seem to be compulsory eye candy - of the Hariboid kind, with the rainbow lanyard, in most 'public job' places, i guess they will rot away with metoo)
But education takes years and also practising for years ones political lines
" the bravest writer ever as she attacked in chapter one the church, and indeed almost everyone else"
But wandering in the mind the insight " what is a writer"? especially now Substack can supposedly transcripterated, i still haven't checked how accurate it can be with more nuanced language i thought that at least could be sub-contracted several months ago...
In fact all a writer is is someone who imagines ANY situation - their workplace, their family dynamic, their use of chemical products, (my ohh my the dreaded Beeb at least helped out 4 or 5 days ago must find it again i didnt know "bottom 3rd" - simplification of the non graduate/public sector/ rapacious capitalists and their two grand personalised numberplates - i had no idea how that totally infantile habit had indeed increased until wandering the most infantile place i have ever wandrered a few years... anyway the Beeb coughed and spluttered fiveish days ago about how the bottom third or in fact probably half so that means youtoo stick pesticide flavoured plastic things up where the sun dont shine one week a month.... and yes they of course "breach" the bloody barrier because ... well weare all our environment ...
yes at least i did my sugar/bees/ 'marker / talk too... )
There being two sorts of sugar .. always was always will be
anyway "the writer" is merely someone who imagines things a bit more sensibly ....done!
And style or clever words always get in the way.
All that matters really is what you DO - and for example not crushing or breaking delicate wires is an doing
But handwriting and bits of video are better ways of doing..
And come the end of the summer but what a summer!
My bleedin batteries are all almost dead
Shame that as i had no idea how many so called readers have come here from where i wonder?
All i know is that education is enjoyable if it becomes a habit - a real one...
And in fact is also necessary on behalf of our kids.
The GREAT book - one of not many non fiction, that actually tell fact not Salty fiction, Mister Bridges Uttermost Part of The earth, told us who the 'indigenous' really were as he lived with them and walked with them and they all decided not to bother with walking boots even deep mid winter as in fact simpler lighter footwear dries out more quickly
And then what the middle aged are FOR! passing it all on to the next gen - all of it.
And at least i passed over a copy of that book in 2017 in Bolivia to my next gen.
Even if one has no idea if the next gen can just stop and stop being them 'selves' theyve been brainwashed is fixed in stone, but one day i will come to that as i know i have to try and write some stories... as i know everyone else is confused about their VALUE!
Anyway all i know is that just a few things matter, really.. figuring what is and isn't "fake" is just a job we must all do in time, but knowing - as its been known for millennia, which kinds of "fake" harm others, ourselves, and the common good, is what education is for.
Even their sad skyfairy vudu got that "bearing witness" is a fundamental crux of so called Christianity - well bearing witness to the bighat Chret who wont even let a passing traveller use her letterbox as a one off is not very nice if you ask me or any world religion - almost all of them at least have some notion of be thoughtful to the traveller
BE ing
witnness to that is more valuable than any flitting off elsewhere..
And a lot moretoo
"the stares" and many more to remember soon.
I remember them all.
And i know there are some things that are real "fake" that matter - falsifying victimhood maybe the worst sin there is.
And then a whole load of far far lesser little fakeries.. over time if there is time we can ponder... thing is in towns, noise, gadding about, one cannot 'process' anything
(even the silly China traveller figured that one out)
Thats what the moors are for... especially in winter.
Now one thing that i dont think is fake is all these clicks in here - you could be.. 2,500 some days the last month or so it says... .
whilst i have been actually DOing just the birds and bees..
mdid i do this ohh yes ohh well it takes longer to delete a repeat and my ohh my i tried...to fix this.
always something leftover...
