Have I developed a habit of writing daily? It’s debatable, even though it is about twenty eight days that I started doing this with surprising regularity and that is, more or less the standard for creating a lasting habit. I woke around 2am thinking I might begin this daily expulsion of words from ether to … Continue reading Days of my Life #28
Mocha is currently tap dancing in her sleep on the cushion next to the bed. Her soft shoe/paw is tapping at the cabinet abutting the cushion. This is why I am awake at 3am. I suppose I could’ve just gone back to sleep but then I got up for a glass of water, a visit … Continue reading Days of my Life #13
It was the lasagna I ate for dinner. I know it. That’s probably why I’m awake at 1am, the wind howling outside my window, with me contemplating the future of the US Postal Service. The fact that the current “administration” wants to end the USPS by not continuing to fund it, hence to privatize it … Continue reading Days of my Life #8
I give up. I’m never going to have a normal sleep cycle ever again. It’s 6 am which admittedly is better than 2 or 3, but I’d like more sleep in one chunk, since I fell asleep after midnight and I need to hold onto as much collagen as I can. But who am I … Continue reading Days of my Life #7
Janet Bernson April 6, 2020 Awake again. Is this my new covid-19 inspired circadian rhythm ? Well poo! I really would like to sleep some more since my damn dreams are so friggin crazy! Wow! I can’t believe I haven't used shit or fuck yet. Oops. Okay I’m normal and not speaking abhorrently. This must … Continue reading Days of my life #1
It was pouring rain when I left my home on Saturday. Errands then to the movies with my girlfriends. We were going to see Long Shot. But as luck would have it we went instead to see POMs. What’s that? I can hear whispers through the ether “that doesn’t sound like a particularly thought provoking … Continue reading Necessity: Time to laugh and puppies.
My dreams are having a hard time differentiating reality and fantasy. Yes, I know, having studied sleepy time dreams of ride the rainbow elephants across possible planes of existence, their meaning, REM sleep patterns, out of body experiences, etc., I am aware we often are using our dreams to work though the challenges of unreal … Continue reading Is there No Escape???
I’m sitting, drinking a loaded decaf coffee (almond milk and brown sugar - gawd I am decadent) at a round table for four at the Flightpath Coffee Shop. While is most definitely not Quacks, It is a decent coffee and snack place on Duval here in Austin. I have been joined by a woman who … Continue reading Another Day – Another Coffee Shop
Yeah, yeah, some of you may know about my work, transforming trash into art, http://www.janetbernson.com (plug) but perhaps you are unaware of the real reason I make my art? I’ll explain as best I can. I am a died in the organic, sustainably raised, sheared by hand, wool environmental activist nut-job, at least that’s what … Continue reading Talking (about) Trash – It’s in our hands, stupid.