Continued Confessions

without any guidance

My Thursday posts about confessions have nothing to do with religion, and I wanted to make that clear to any of you who haven’t been with me since the beginning. It’s just become a catchy title to cover all my thoughts of the moment, as well as to allow me to tell you more about myself.

So first thing today, I have to weigh in on the Biden pardon of Hunter. Personally, I am absolutely thrilled that he did it. As many expert legal people have noted, the offenses were not the usual stuff of such a concerted harassment. It definitely was a political issue, and actually pales in contrast to the crimes committed by the soon-to-be reinstated criminal-in-chief. And I do not believe that Biden has besmirched his legacy in any way. So there!

Now on to my little life. I was needing another heavy read for my early morning, and out of my pile arose Walter Isaacson’s authorized biography of Steve Jobs. I had purchased it a while ago from Goodwill for $2.99, and so far it’s worth the price. But honestly, I had no idea that Jobs as a teenager and young man liked to fool people so much—not an admirable trait in my opinion. I will finish the hefty tome just because it is very well written, but I will probably need a palate cleanser soon. And actually, I hope to get out to shop today because a discount store has featured another big book, this one about Bob Dylan. They are offering it at less than half its original price, and I am of the age that Dylan looms large in my history too.

Meanwhile, I’m trying once again to manage my hoarding, which I am pleased to discover is indeed a neuropsychological disorder. I really have cut way down on my acquiring (books don’t count do they?), but discarding is still very difficult. My newest goal is to uncover my piano so that I can keep practicing; but as my BFF will attest (because I sent her a picture) there is work to be done.

I did finally get a post-pandemic haircut but mainly because my hair started really shedding and the long hairs were completely annoying. Now that it is much shorter, I can go bald with less fuss. It turns out that the medicine I have to take twice daily for my Afib (Eliquis) can indeed cause hair loss, even though in my case it has not done so for the past few years. The literature says that it can happen either at the beginning of usage or later on. So now that I have the answer, it’s a question of hoping to avoid blood clots that could kill me, or stop the medication and retain what little hair I have left. Thankfully, vanity has not been one of my issues, so I’ll happily go bald and live thank you. Those who love me would prefer that I believe.

Another day, another billion dollars to the man who has the most money in the world. And did you know that a great deal of it comes from our own government? I guess I’ll have to find Walter Isaacson’s biography of Musk when it makes it to Goodwill. By the way, The New York Times did a great job of dissecting all the government contracts associated with him. I gifted the article as a Note on my Substack so I hope you delve in. Information is power and of course personal computing and the internet have been world-changing. Let’s hope these inventions are used for more humanitarian purposes. Perhaps we can add niceness to the list of qualifications for public service?

RESIST ALWAYS

TTFN