1001 shadow walked nights

©2023 michael raven

I’ve reached the dubious goal of having posted for 1001 days with minimal interruption (a few days here and there of scheduled posts, but always a post) and in that effort, I averaged close to five public posts a day (based on the simple math that I am a few dozen posts away from 5000 public posts).

Equally dubious is my suggestion that I have some have kind of kindred relationship with Scheherazade. I’ve hardly told that many stories, nor is my life on the line. But it came to mind, is soon to be posted and, well, there you are…

There is no cake. The cake was a lie. A thousand days of writing gets you exactly a thousand days of writing. No more. No less.

But you can virtual cake, in fact. Here’s my gift to you for putting up with so much compost from my fingertips. Let me know if it is as yummy as I mean for it to be:

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©2023 michael raven

I’ll admit, the new metric showing up on the WordPress stats page, combined with the weirdly-worded “Newsletter/subscriber” pre-post checklist has me wondering if y’all are getting spammed in your email folder whenever I post (totally not my intention, nor with my permission). It’s not happening to me, so I suspect it is an opt-in thing, but a new box of stats at the bottom of my web-admin stats page has me concerned that some of you are suddenly getting email spam from this site.

If so, I will aggressively try to figure out why I had this “service” forced on me with no readily identifiable means of turning it off. If it is recipient-side opt-in, that would explain why I don’t have control about newsletters (short of disallowing all follows). I hate spam as much as the next person and would never, ever send you emails for this site without your permission or a very good reason to do so.

Let me know in the comments if I need to investigate further.

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©2023 michael raven

Perhaps I don’t need another tattoo…

Tattoos have gotten so mainstream as to make the waitlist three months long (or longer), no matter where I try to book an appointment. To compound the situation, all of the artists I’ve tried to work with seem weary, as if they thought it was a great way to make money doing art but have started second-guessing their assembly line situation. Artists are closing their books out in advance to give themselves the opportunity to take a few days off, should they want it. And I don’t blame them, especially after my last few months of work (okay, year, but especially the past four or five months).

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my smart watch
broke, how dumb
is it i reflect on a 
timeless wrist
all the time?

do i need to know
my slipstreamed
steps? my restless

My Fitbit broke yesterday. I flexed my wrist and a little anchor bit broke. Looking at replacement options, I considered an upgrade and then… wondered where the appeal was in microtracking my health stats. It was fun and mildly useful for a spell, but does it really add value to know that I only slept five hours last night instead of 6.5 hours? That “I didn’t get my steps in”? Do I enjoy having to worry about my battery life trickling out at inconvenient times?

One more notification. One more Pavlov endorphin flood. Another cluster of data that isn’t all that actionable other than madly rushing to get an arbitrary 10k steps in for the day. Eight glasses of water that don’t include other liquids because someone somewhere told us that eight glasses are essential when they are not essential at all. Am I giraffe? Or a sloth? Why does it never say that my heart rate is excellent for my age? Or terrible? Always… “good for your age”. Does my resting heart rate matter unless I am an athelete?

Why can’t they make these things so I don’t break them just by wearing them (I eat through metal and plastic always crumbles on me eventually)? I kill watches, I tell people, because it is mostly true. Always has been. If I get more than two years out of any watch, it is an anomaly.

I think I’m going to sit this next one out and just get a dumb watch that only tells me time and the battery lasts without recharging or replacing it before I kill it with whatever is in my body that kills watches and dissolves jewelry.

Maybe I’ll sleep at night.

Star || The Cult

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I took no holy vow
Won't you hold this pagan soul
Hold my soul

I kiss her sandaled foot
She's my holy pearl
The ghetto in your mind
Treating her unkind

Star --
I'll reach you if I try
Riot grrrl
Show me your truth

More memories of walking around Lower Queen Anne, Denny Regrade, Pike’s Market, Belltown and the Waterfront in Seattle. I lived downtown at the time and could always find something interesting just by wandering. Sometimes by just standing and letting the world wander around me. This song, for whatever reason evokes those memories. Maybe it was the whole riot grrrl and garageband scene. Maybe it was the end of a period where I really enjoyed “the scene” in general, something that afterwards seemed to lose it’s luster for reasons I don’t care to go into at this time. Like so many of my life’s decisions, I made them without thinking of the consequences of my actions and I honestly should have stayed put — I’d probably be less surly in my old age if I had. It’s not as if today’s Seattle is the same as it was back then, but I gave up a lot of my individuality by moving back to the heartland, conforming, and trying to get out of disasterpiece theater by deciding to adult.

A few more years being wild would not have hurt my soul one bit. But it is a bit late to go back to the before.

If I sound a bit melancholic, it is because I am. Shocker.

Have a good long weekend if you’re the type who has weekends. I apparently am not that type at this time and will be working.


©2023 michael raven

a curmudgeon
without a
sense of humor
is no fun at all

It might just be me… But I’ve found that I have no taste for angry online rants anymore. Even my own rants feel tiresome, which is why I’ve trended away from launching into one whenever something piques my ire.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t occasionally partake, but I feel that same tiredness when I reread what my spleen has vented.

Then, again… Most things make me feel tired these days. Except when it makes me laugh. Absurdity and satire make curmudgeonly monologues, not to mention other experiences, notably less tiresome for me.

I don’t know what I’m getting at here. Just mental stew splashing out of a leaky pot.

Take care and enjoy your day or night, whichever it might be when you read this.

Don’t be that guy

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Once again I find I must remind people:

  • Do not ask for follow-backs. I’ve been at the blogging scene long enough to decide for myself if I want to follow you. The best way to get me to look at your site is to meaningfully engage, not give me a ton of likes or bot-like comments that illustrate that you have not actually read my posts. I check out people who provide quality conversation or show they are human in their interactions. If I like what I see or your content interests me when I check out your site, I will follow — but never just out of reciprocity arrangements. So please: Don’t ask me to follow your site. The more you ask, the less likely I am to give your site a gander.
  • Do not link to your own site in comments just to scape readers from this site. Your comment will be deleted and you will be put on comment moderation. If it continues to happen, you will be put onto spam filters and I won’t bother to read your comments at all. If your link it relevant to the posted content, I will let it stand.
  • I do not share subscriber lists. Don’t be absurd and don’t bother to ask. The information I have about individual readers is private and will not be shared with anyone, for any reason short of a court order legally obligating me to share that information.
  • I am not above reporting you to WordPress for continued bad behavior. It is as last resort, but I will do it with zero remorse if you continue to disrespect the above expectations.

I shouldn’t have to write this post, but I find that I need to remind people on occasion that I’m not interested in these kinds of engagements.

Freedoms (?)

©2023 michael raven

As I mentioned in passing, I’ll have an empty home (not including the cats) come this weekend, and I am pondering how best to take advantage of the solitude. I’ve considered gaming until my eyes drop out, but another part of me is aching for something different.

Friday, I have to work, but I’m considering not doing anything at all on Saturday. Wake up, drink coffee, eat simple meals, and spend most of the rest of my time honoring the spirits and in reflection. After work on Friday, I’d probably hit something like Whole Foods or Fresh Thyme, pick up a few greens and colorful veggies, lightly add those to some cooked quinoa and beans, and — if I can find a mock recipe — see if I can drizzle some spicy tahini dressing on the grains, greens and beans. Maybe some miso soup. And then, eat like that for the six or so meals I have to myself, swapping out green (or oolong/pouchang) tea for my coffee. I already have plans to make up some hummus to go with pita I have on-hand. Nothing fancy.

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