No Spoilers! NO! NO!

Spoilers in normal times are bad enough. You know what is going to happen. This is not supposed to know what is happening. That is the point of a surprise. In dramas, it really plays up to the emotional surprises you feel. With a spoiler the effect evaporates and what the writer worked so hard to create is gone. For this series, it is something special.

SQUID GAME is what I am referring to now. If someone tries to tell you about it, ask them to not. If there is an article in a paper, a magazine, something on the web, do not watch or read it. We were very lucky and saw it as a surprise. A South Korean, Netflix series. There was a bit of a trailer enough to get us to watch it. And we did and it was binged right away.

I would describe it, except I do not want to spoil it for you. You have the option of dubbed in a variety of languages and closed captioning for a similar amount. If you have heard of it, and considering the number of places I have seen it mentioned, well watch it. Well worth the time.

But without any spoilers. We are going to watch it again. Yes, that is one hell of a spoiler, having seen it already. This time through we get to see all the things, the items dropped into it by the writer, and see what hints were there that we missed.

I am looking forward to talking about SQUID GAME, and the rest of the children’s games in it. But only with people that have seen it.

— MichaelRpdx :: h3k

Being A Boss of Yourself

I am the boss now
Says the weekly game we play
I get to decide

Starting at midnight on the Saturday / Sunday change in days whoever says “I’m the boss” is the boss for a week. Until the next night and the restart of the game. The boss gets to decide. Like going to which restaurant. Or what we are choosing for breakfast. Nothing really big. But the boss gets to decide. This week it is me.

I am going to meditate. Close my eyes. Monitor my breath. Until I figure out that I am thinking about, something. So I start again. And I do it again and again and again and … until time is up. And my thoughts wander in. Every time. But that is kind of the point. Noticing that you have drifted to something. What is for lunch? What did I have for pizza last night? That dumb thing I did in 11th grade. Where are we going next winter? Lots of things come into my mind. So I start again. I do have some things I say in meditating in time with my breathing. In, Out. Here Now. are two of my favorites.

I have been doing this since September of 2016. Like this:

here now here now in out here now here now in out in out in out in out here new here now here now here now here now here now in out in out in out (YAWN) here now here now here now here now here now here now how long has it been? in out in out in out in out here now here now here now in out in out do I pay atten… here now here now to my nasal breaths or my belly? Wait, restart. in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out in out here new here now (scratch head) (hands back to laf) here now here now here now’ here NOW HERE NOW HERE NOW HERE NOW IN out IN Out. in out in out here now here now here now here here here now (pause) now here now here now here now in out in out in out in out in out in now in out in now here out here now in out in out in out in out Sunday, it is sunday. Again Sunday again, wait. it is time for in out here now here now here now here now here now here now here now here now in out in out in out

And so it goes. It helps keep me calm, I have a lot of things to remain calm about. I am not that way all the time. Meditation helps.

— MichaelRpdx :: rkmm

A Big If

Habits. You have them. Like getting out of bed in the morning and brushing your teeth. Or having pizza every Friday. Or writing something, perhaps anything, for One Typed Page. So much of what you do is habit-based. And if (this is a pretty big “if” here), and if you want to change your life you need to change your habits. It does not take much effort if (another big if to be found here) you go about it in a way that makes it somewhat “easy.”

You may notice that I do not have a typing for One Typed Page habit. Others do. Boy do they ever and they remain a joy to read. Every Day. I do have that habit, reading a favorite author or two every day: A great thing about One Typed Page is allowing all of us to become producers. It is not like watching YouTube, a very easy habit to fall into.

Back to those “if” statements, there is a book called Atomic Habits, from James Clear. The atomic in the title here referred to as a dictionary says, “very small; infinitesimal” and what the author suggests is indeed this type of atomic. And yes, the pun of the power source is there here.

I recommend it.

— MichaelRpdx :: h3k

PS – Inktober is illustrated in the image I have included. A napkin? Yes, all of his ink drawings are on napkins. And they are all done really well, like this one. Now through the end of the month on Instagram.

An Inktober Illustration

What A Month

It’s Inktober! OK, it is really October. But for some this is Inktober. Which is kind of silly. For people claiming October is special for them. There are many other October months. There are twelve health-related ones alone including National Physical Therapy Month, National Dental Hygiene Month, National Healthy Lung Month. For food, there is National (Pizza/Popcorn Popping/Porks/Seafood) Month. (Choose your favorite!) If you were in the San Francisco area you could go by City Lights for a kick-off event for the Filipino American History Month — I am sure one of the readers of this place was there. And reading too. There are many observations of the month. I will be following one or more of them. Check back on November 2 to see what I Otoberized the month.

There are so many things to choose from in life. One can Type a Once Daily Page, practice Spanish (just passed 1000 consecutive days), Morning Pages, Meditation (daily), draw or sketch a day, drawing a day, play some Ukulele or other instrument, a photograph a day, Sourdough of the Day (that was September), so many to choose from.

Do you have that problem? Choosing between the wealth of options?

I certainly do. (wait, I left reading off of the list of things to do) (well, it was one of many things left off) So far it seems like rotating among the choices is my way to go. We will see if that is a long-term way to go with choosing among the wonderful choices.

— MichaelRpdx :: rkmm

 

Nightmares

No! Why was he making a left turn with all that oncoming traffic?
Wham! My right arm was shattered. I could not figure out how to get out of the Westy with the side crushed. He, the driver, hopped out and ran. He had been test-driving my Vanagon Westfalia, up for sale. Now he had run after making a left and stopped. To avoid a head-on collision? A pedestrian? Now I was crushed into place. How to get the seat belt off, to figure a way out. Reset.

What? I pushed my feet down hard on the floor. It didn’t matter. It was coming, bam BAM the oncoming traffic hit hard and I could not get out of the car. My arm was fractured, I could not get the seat belt off. I looked out at the car of people that hat hit me. They looked horrified. They were getting out of their car and backing up. Then I smelled it, gasoline. Gasoline and fire. No, not on my westy. Not with me in it. Rewind, reset.

Someone bashed out the windshield. Somewhere it was happening another time. Happening again and again. Nightmares. Again and again. I woke up, again, and again, what a night of waking up. This time was final. 5:00? Fine, I was going to get up and write. In My Morning Pages. I wrote about my nightmare and the many ways that all involved someone making a left and my arm fracturing.

I do not remember dreams, normally. Today I did. Wonderful.

Then I saw an email from Kent, early? He must have had an idea early. Got up and wrote it quickly. Sorry, typed it quickly. So I read it. Yes, I was comfortable. Like any patient in a hospital totally out of it and they get to do whatever they do around me.

So I wake up and type. Type again. Type like I had promised I would on my birthday (August 30), on the first of September, on the equinox day, just the 22nd this year. My typewriters looked forlorn, Sitting and waiting for me to pull it off the chest of drawers move it to the table, and type. Or maybe one of the ones on the floor next to it, in their cases and also waiting.

I finally typed again. I hope to do it again. Maybe typing will stave off the nightmares. Hopefully.

— MichaelRpdx :: rkmm

Responses

Boy oh boy, the One Typed Page collection was great, is great. So much to reply to. Well, so much that I found interesting and want to reply to.

JCO — “I am an addict.” Good luck. But do you really need to give it up?

Barbara – Have no worries, I will read the intro, right after I finish up with all the other great stuff there. I always, usually skip intros and forewards and get right to the bits of it, dive in like a cold pool.

Mike in VA – My wife and I are different than you two. I go to bed early, rise early. My wife goes to bed late and rises late. (Usually, not always.) We find the times of solitude to be good for us. I am not sure which one is healthier for a couple. But it works for us, and it seems like you two too.

Catalina – Jury Duty? Oh, I am so jealous. Being on a jury, hearing the sides of the person’s story, ah that sounds great. I have been called to the jury pool many times. Get excited as they call the names of people who will go and be quizzed and then chosen or not. I have never gotten that far. I show up, spend a day, and am reminded that I have done my duty. No more chance of being on a jury for at least two years. Maybe next, time. If you do not want to be on a jury, well, I hope you have my luck.

Tori — You have switched from Morning News to One Typed Page for your morning ritual. Good on ya. I believé it was Thoreau (Kent, do you know?) That once got a paper with the news. It came out once a month. He deemed that plenty of it. A little closer to our times, Ryan Holliday, a writer of stoics and stoicism, advises you to read history. People say nothing changes. So you can read the words of people who have stood the test of time. One suggestion is Thucydides, History of the Peloponnesian War for the conflict between the USA and China. I will let you know how it turns out.

Daniel – How the last part of the book goes so much faster. I agree, what is it with reading that makes it so? As I read a book the first half seems to last for a long time and then zip! it is over. Oh well, there are other books.

Someone whose name I do not recall – So many things, so many interests, where will we get the time to do them all? All I can figure out is that I go through interests in a circular manner. While it seems that I have given up on something I know I will loop back to it. Eventually.

Keeping secrets.

— MichaelRpdx

Murder in the Morning

Yours is there. I looked at the Nutella. Two big, huge jars weighing nearly, no over two pounds each. That was not mine. Mine was a small slim package. A Book. I opened the package. “What is it?”, she asked. Santa Ana? no, definitely not LA. I hate it when my brain gives out on the simplest items that I have a tough time remembering. Do not have a stroke. “You have recovered,” they tell me. Well no. I have not. I am grateful for saving my life. Just a little more would be nice. I held up the book for her to read. palm springs noir, that was it, remembered at last. palm springs noir arrived today. I skipped the introduction. Plenty of time for that later. For now, I started to read.

I like cactus. Cactus and old people, old places, things that survive. Quiet mornings.

And so it starts. And it gets better. Yes, I have some great reading ahead.

There was a murder this morning. Five of them. Tow of them were young. I went to get a camera to record it. Then I got a little too close. The crows flew off. Did they do that before, before our modern times when somebody keeps crows as pets? One might think that after twenty-odd years here with chicken keeping for a long time before they were killed by weasels and raccoons. Before the times of putting out chicken feed and french fries and leftovers before all of that, you would think that they would come to trust us and not fly off. We have walked by them on the sidewalk, slowly. They hop or two away but do not fly away. Maybe it is the young ones. Born earlier this year. They are being cautious. Maybe tomorrow morning I will be able to photograph them.

— MichaelRpdx

Fourth of July Quietly

It was so quiet last night. I had waited up to hear it for myself. There was one crackling’ boom. Was that, firework? Yes. Just the one. It does help to be hard of hearing. My wife says there were many more in the direction she pointed. I heard nothing from there. Last year, oh my what a difference. There was a pair of guys dueling with roman candles. That was our neighborhood for the days before and after the fourth of July.

—— MichaelRpdx

Type Space II

I need to be right upfront here: you will not, in all probability, get this kind of service. Next day service. That is because there was no one in front of me in the service queue. But Hay! Wow! One-day service! This is a Royal Mercury from some time in the past. 60s? 70s? Made in Japan, SN 8095730 according to Ted Munk’s database it would be 1969 or 1970. I got the Mercury designation from Tony at Type Space. I like the three-inch tall form factor. This is one, to me, truly portable typewriter. Compare it to a Hermes 3000 at five and a bit more in height. No tabs here that will take some getting used to.

JPB, “running around like a paramedic at a rock concert.” Har, I like your use of words.

— MichaelRpdx

PS: Tony got the Mercury designation from the part printed on the back of the typewriter. That part the paper rests on.

Three Sisters

Sisters. Don’t you love sisters? If you have two or more you understand. So closely related, yet so different. In my family, there was myself and two sisters. When we were young, preteens, they competed in being my favorite. I really did not get it, but I did enjoy it.

Yesterday the third sister arrived. The eldest was tall and willowy. The middle sister was sinewy and kind clingy. The youngest, well we are waiting to see how it turns out. We expect it to be sorta broad. Spreading out.

We gave the oldest space to grow in. The middle sister is close to the first one, so it can grow up close to the first one. The youngest one got a place to itself. We are waiting to see how they turn out. Time will tell.

These sisters are corn, beans, and squash. They have been planted together for generations. Iroquois have used this method for longer than I know. (Iroquois is easier to type than Haudenosaunee, try to substitute it in your mind.) Corn is planted first and in our case, it grew to six inches tall. The beans on either side of the corn. When they appeared and I ran out of patience we planted squash. Varieties of both beans and squash. We shall see how and which does the best.

Oops, this was meant to go out yesterday. More in the three sisters later.

— MichaelRpdx