Spiritual technology
I get the feeling at times that some of the people I use to know are haunting YouTube. Every so often, on an important date, or at a significant anniversary a video will pop up in the suggestions bar that fits the occasion.
It's currently late spring, my second least favorite time of year. (yep, it's not quite as bad as the end of summer when the temperature has been 110 for weeks, when everything smells like tar and sweat and sewage and broiling carrion, and the grass turns to dust when you touch it).
I've buried a lot of friends in the late spring/early summer months, more than any other time of the year.
Now, at the time I write this I've known nine, possibly ten suicides (I'm still waiting to find out how the last friend of mine checked out), and of those the first three, the seventh, and the eighth committed suicide between the first of May and the seventh of June (though not in the same year). The first two I didn't know that well, but the third was a friend I'd known for most of my life, who shot himself the night before graduation (there were a number of theories as to why).
Add to that list the number killed in car crashes when the roads finally clear after the winter, the ones who died of overdose, and the ones who shuffled off this mortal coil as a result of some malfeasance or misadventure...
Well, lets just say that back when I still drank, this was the time of year I was at my most 'poetic".
Anyway, I was wasting time on the interweb this evening, and this song popped up.
Dern computer haints...
It's currently late spring, my second least favorite time of year. (yep, it's not quite as bad as the end of summer when the temperature has been 110 for weeks, when everything smells like tar and sweat and sewage and broiling carrion, and the grass turns to dust when you touch it).
I've buried a lot of friends in the late spring/early summer months, more than any other time of the year.
Now, at the time I write this I've known nine, possibly ten suicides (I'm still waiting to find out how the last friend of mine checked out), and of those the first three, the seventh, and the eighth committed suicide between the first of May and the seventh of June (though not in the same year). The first two I didn't know that well, but the third was a friend I'd known for most of my life, who shot himself the night before graduation (there were a number of theories as to why).
Add to that list the number killed in car crashes when the roads finally clear after the winter, the ones who died of overdose, and the ones who shuffled off this mortal coil as a result of some malfeasance or misadventure...
Well, lets just say that back when I still drank, this was the time of year I was at my most 'poetic".
Anyway, I was wasting time on the interweb this evening, and this song popped up.
Dern computer haints...
posted by Murph | 5:27 AM
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