Friday evening I was catching up my day planner when I did this prompt: “Draw and label an ‘ideal version’ of yourself.” I shot this photo with my iPad, with the phone covering my self-portrait and the things I wrote, to focus on: the fact that I did a prompt and drew something AND those four silly dogs, bottom right of the sketch, who I show watching me in case I decide to eat anything or plan to take them out and then give them treats. All four are highly food motivated.
Items show ways I keep up with what I write in my planner and the stickers I use there, appointments, activities, nutrition and meds, and social media/blog. Can’t say I’ve done a ton of writing the past couple of days, but I’m inching along. Keeping the planner helps hold me accountable. Patti Smith is my 2023 daily muse.
When skimming through a few photos on my laptop, I found this screen cap from October 2020. I don’t remember what I said, but David Crosby liked it, and that was one of the highlights of that dreadful year for me. Oh, how that man’s voice has been part of my life from teen to whatever I am now. I will miss him. I will miss his acerbic tweets, music commentary, memories, wit, and the way he’d respond and rate the joints people rolled when they tagged him in their photos. Carry on, Cros.
I barely scroll Twitter now, maybe two to three times a week, because Musk so thoroughly ruined everything that was fun for me, and boy, if people thought there were haters there before, now they don’t even try to cover their viciousness with a wink and a smirk. They are unapologetically vile, and thanks to the new algorithms, they show up in my feed. So many of the people I enjoy reading have left or are quiet with a wait-and-see attitude. I purged my account of tweets and retweets, which meant I lost a lot of my memories and photos. (Some of those tweets keep reappearing, and I delete them again.) I’m keeping my name ownership on the site, but there’s no reason for me to leave my content and photos on an even worse hellmouth than Facebook became.
Your mileage may vary.
Finally, along with Patti Smith’s A Book of Days, pictured in the top photo, which I continue to read daily, in January, I read these two books.
I am almost done with Spare and have complicated feelings about it
I never bothered with twitter. The whole terse English attitude put me off long before a pot head enacted his revenge on it. He really destroyed the reputation of Tesla and SpaceX by being that jerk with Twitter, destroying the lives of those who tried to rein in hate and lies. He clearly bought it to kill it, slowly and painfully, and the media makes mucho bucks every turn. And Facebook sank to an even lower bar just to have you-know-who back, all while the big corps like Microsoft etc are laying off tens of thousands each.