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Silly things I’m doing to my phone right now:

  • set to grayscale mode
  • turn off face recognition for opening the phone. It’s too easy to access, and it’s better Infosec right now. facial recognition for paying for things, and other utilities is completely appropriate.
  • removed all social media apps, and blocked them on the browser.
  • changed the launcher to a minimal text based one.
  • when I am out of the house, it stays in the fanny pack when I am with other people.
  • no streaming video on the phone.
  • iPad is my consumption device. Phone is my communicator, maps, and music device.  you can tell I’m not working because I’m spending so much time on this bullshit. Lol.

God is an experience. Sometimes god can’t be trusted, just like a snarling dog cannot be trusted. It can be loved. It can be cared for. It can’t be trusted. This is a post about trans women.

Good Morning-2026-04-21

Good morning. It is April, which means the rains have returned. That’s not a bad thing, but it has mushed up my mood a bit.

The pool was very quiet today. A lot of movement and just doing it energy. I’m now able to keep moving nonstop for 30 minutes. Which is huge. A couple of months ago just moving around the house was hard. Now I’m able to do things.

Exercise is great. I accept my fatness. Fatness and movement don’t have to be mutually exclusive.

Wrote a good poem. Now trying to decide how I want to spend my day. Read. Head to the library or somewhere else. Definitely need to leave the house for a little while. Maybe I’ll finally go to a library.

This was quite good. A retelling of a death and life legend. A birth. A finding of who you are. Grande Ronde tribe. Portland Oregon. Pacific Northwest. Singing. I sometimes wish I had learned my Great Grandma’s songs, though she was from Nebraska, and came here after burning any sign of her people.

Good morning. Nightmares last night. Spent the hours before sleep applying for complex jobs that I honestly don’t think I’m going to want. I’m going to end up profiting off the misery machine, and I don’t know if I can handle it anymore.

Good news. Received notice of my 8th publication this year. Nice thing to receive on a beautiful spring morning.