Haters gon hate. And its my goal to be hated. By our many haters.
Yeah, loved by our few lovers absolutely warms my heart.
Swoon.
But ya the haters? For.the.love.of.god!
Their passive aggressive glad handing?

#hated
I guess the neat thing about the electronic age is how easy it is to take someones temperate. To see where their head is REALLY at. Not just a greeter in the narthex, saying ’ hey, how you?’ But really.
Getting inside their heads.
And heres what I see.

Fear and loathing.

Our haters justifiable paranoia.

Because what we are doing just damn works. Works better than their crapassery.
We serve an awesome tribe. That abides.
Our haters? Not so much.

Yeah, it was a writing exercise. Daily assignments, shipped around second breakfast. Called trust30, as it was intended to be thirty days.

Riffing on resistance, ala steven pressfield and his manifestos ’ do the work’ & ’ war of art’.
I was busy. Too damn busy to write daily.

Or was I?

Dunno my completion rate prolly 75~ 80%. But I was inspired.

Inspired to do more. More better.

So, it morphed into this daily scree. Shipped daily, before second breakfast.

Its not meant for daily consumption. Its my morning cleansing breath.

Every. Damn. Day.

Some days, even most days, it sucks. But sometimes it strikes just the right nerve. With me, or someone in our tribe. And that’s enough.

If you are unfamiliar with pressfield, please turn off your telly and immerse yourself. Stat.

and if you are unfamiliar with tribes, praps you should turn yourself in.

cause that’s what we do.

If it makes sense.

I knew it was coming, so it wasn’t exactly a shock. Their past week starting time was 0700, which was fine.
Ish.
We were never early, but also never more than a few minutes late. Which, considering that we live a solid 45ish minutes away, doesn’t seem bad.
End of day times have been growing, too. From 1500 to 1800.
Ok. That’s good, too.

Monday was a holiday, but not for them. They have a big project they needed to work on.
So they did.
I knew that was the start of stepping things up. Like, earlier mornings.

And so it begins. 0600 start time. Starting today.

This. This is what a high school summer job should look like.

At our house, its damn near always Early Day. Like,29 outta 30.
And I do mean early.
Ok, insanely Early.

0dark30 kinda Early.

Nightie night, bitches, because someone is getting up before 0500.

Been that way for years.

Was always a morning person, but a free years in the navy really exploited and exposed this character flaw.
As a child I loved early morning cartoons-back in the day where there weren’t cartoon networks. But the navy… The navy.

Yeah, I think if there was one person or institution to blame for my condition, it’d be the navy.

Something about being the first person up. Waking to chow.
In.the.dark.

Alone, well before anyone else was even stirring.

Its stuck with me, even twenty plus years later. My alone time.
The calm before the storm

So thanks for that, uncle sam.

I enjoy this time, alone. Just with me and a few restless dogs.

We got plans to make, and we need some quiet time.

The ritual of coffee making is one of my favorite parts of the day. Earlier the better, and plenty complicated. Beans to measure out, fresh cold water to load, favored ceramic mugs to load with cream and sugar.

Then our big machine does the magic. She makes a wicked loud sound as the beans grind. Then theres a placid dripping sound. Finished by a gentle beeping.

We head upstairs, mugs and carafe, usually followed by a few loyal dogs. They enjoy coffee time as much as we do. But they can go back to sleep.

Us coffee drinkers? Not so much. We have a caper to run-
A revolution to lay the tracks for.
Sheep to toss.

Even on holidays.

Rise. Shine. Rinse. Repeat.

Theres the sleep deficit.
And sex deficit.
Both erode away at you. Wearing you down. Creating a backlog. A dsl. An unpaid debt.

Aside- I gots more than plenty of unpaid debts. But sleep and sex? Too long without either will kill ya- I know this because tyler knows this.
Last weekend our little #bovinova ran all night, and by 0630 I was toast. A quick hour catnap brought me back to full power, but by 1700 I was dragging ass like a beaten mule.

Ok, back to deficits.
All it takes is a proper few days to get caught right back up

Yeah. I may or may not have kissed and told. But I am caught up now. Thx for that.

The other morning a fellow member of a little caper I may or may not have stumbled into asked a perfectly innocent question. Granted, he’s an outlier (on the placid side) and I am an outlier (other direction), so finding a common ground and language is kinda tough.

And rare.

I had used the word caper. Courious-his head tilted, like the dog I the Victrola ad.

“what’s a caper?”

The way prof. Yanov chortled, even across the room, cracked me up beyond the question he had posed.

Chortle.

A suppressed gasp of amusement.
Chuckle snort. Snort laugh.

I think that may have been the funniest thing I saw or heard all week.

And yes, we specialize in capers. Not the olive like little brined savoury berry that’s great in a creamy sauce.

Capers. like #bovinova.2.0
pitching a proper length of wangdangdoodle. All night long. I don’t mean to beat a dead horse(or llama) so goto bovinova.com
And now there are Rumours of a 2.5. As we ramp up for 3.0- ark.of.animals.

Or the highly controversial #summersmoker. In which, pizzas shall be tossed. And grilled over an open fire. Again, horses and dogs are safe. Touch wood.

Or even my personal money shot, project #pinup. In which we shall Highlight the inner beauty of some of the inner circle of our tribe. In an Intimate,authentic,&unexpected manner.
Not pornographic, but certainly in an erotic manner. Again,horses and dogs are safe. Touch wood.
Insert gratuitous wood touching comment here.

Yeah. We gots capers inside capers. This would be a lousy time to be a hater. And a damn good time to turn yourself in. If you like capers.

Of god.
Had a major kerfuffle recently, and chrissakes it coulda been amy major rift. As is, friendships are certain to suffer.

And prolly end.
I don’t mean mere facebook like, casual acquaintances but real friends. Ending from too much unresolved crap.

Do yourself a favor. Go resolve some crap.

Started last night, but it ended by midnight. Dunno if it was related to watching the zombies on tv, killing the nazi zombies on xbox, or story time. But, our first official guest bailed.

Before midnight.

In his defense, its a pretty creaky old house. Fulla dogs, children, toys, flotsam & jetsam. Its kinda overwhelming for me, especially when the lights are out.
There was talk of him going to church camp with us in a few weeks.

Wonder if I should mention the zombies there?

Nah.

Had an uncomfortable conversation the other day about breaking up. Couples, teams, companies, families.
That sucks.
Jsyk, keeping peace is easier. But not always the right answer.

Sometimes ya just gotta part. Friendly like or not.

I had a friend quit one of my favorite tribes awhile ago. It was pretty damn cold, via an identical form letter he sent to every member of the tribe. He said he didn’t have time for us.

I’m glad that it was his idea, rather than ours. Because like it or not, he really didn’t have time for us.

And hes better off without us.

Bless.