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The Gazebo
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Homeless, raining out, to the Gazebo. Not ideal, others of the homeless have the same idea, there are only 3 benches here. I have a visitor, noticing a trend amongst them - addiction &/or Mental Illness, unemployment, this one, she's talking and it comes out, her own tragedies, mental battles. I listen until it's time to go to sleep, she's off checking her phone, doing some art, other people come and go. She helps to pull my bench in from the end of the Gazebo, more shelter from the rain. In the morning she's left me a stale bunch of buns and a painting (presumably she drew).
Anyways, starting to wonder if there's something in me that I'm missing, the prevalence of mental illness amongst the homeless; am I that? Or have I become? It becomes harder and harder to chalk it up to mere circumstance, it's time now for me to build again on a slightly more solid foundation...
In the basement of the Banff Springs...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Dreams
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..that I'm with a partner and another couple and we're in the basement of the Banff Springs - Not Banff Springs Hotel. We're all walking together, deep, deep in the roots of the earth, admiring the sunless architecture. Grand halls after grand rooms and more grand halls. Everywhere there are mice, hundreds, thousands of them, this is no place to eat, we'll wait until we get up higher in the castle or labyrinth...
We split from the other couple, they have they're own things to do, and find a room lit with a lightbulb to spend the night.
The next day, wandering up, up, we meet them again, they have all this green slime food on the floor in the dining room, and the man is commanding his disciples to eat it off the floor, they're all his slaves, peculiar sexual undertones...
I want no part of it, I'm leaving the hotel, my girlfriend, she's hesitant, doesn't want to leave, lingering, she wants to join the cult...
(girlfriend was an unknown, didn't know her at all, as were the other people. Peculiar, disconcerting dream...)
Hacked
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- Category: Blog
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Website offline due to being hacked.
So, a dozen or so hours later it's been restored. There was a while there where it was not looking so good.
Tech Support - $15 in Long Distance fees for no services rendered. Tell them what is wrong and they tell you it's something else. Website hacked, need a fresh install. 1 Million + words, gone gone gone. 10000 Pictures, gone gone gone.
OK. Try to repair, fresh installation, copy pictures - hours of ftp, then re-upload, I've no time for this, or place, homelessness doesn't work well with technology, coding, programming. This PC of no memory, of forgetting, loading things onto a failing thumb drive, forever needing to scan and repair, this is painful.
Finally, scanning the code via FTP I spot the problems. Fix. Website up. Now to remove all the corrupted files. Another hour or so and - change password, hold my breath - all is up and running.
Now on to better things...
The Elves and the Shoemaker
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Ideas & Questions
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Now this was a stray thought that came out of nowhere - the tale of the Elves and the Shoemaker. Which is a bit of a "WTF", but it must have come out of my disjointed half-remembered dreams. Anyways, if you're not familiar with it you can read it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Elves_and_the_Shoemaker
Anyways, completely out of the blue, and so I googled it this morning, wondering "WTF", and it's pretty much the tale I remembered, and the "epiphany" - if you can call it that - is that the shoemaker simply slept on his problems and his dreaming (unconscious) mind solved them for him.
Bizarre.
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