The alliance of fascism and artificial intelligence is a global catastrophe. It seems we can't do anything to stop it. Tonight we'll tune in to the next episode of Pluribus and then The Mastermind. We're going to think about what's happening to us, and about how to keep our souls alive.

 Who is The Mastermind, in real life?

 10:24, the 12/12 portal. The Mastermind streams today. I was looking forward to The Mastermind, but it was strange and awkward. It seems like I saw a different movie from everyone else. 

Mostly, when I am out and about, nobody wants to talk about it. Most people lack even the language—the conceptual vocabulary—to fully understand what’s happening to them, to us, all of it moving at such a rapid pace.

Daniel Pinchbeck

(And when, if you get a surge of emotion, and can't help your thoughts escaping, you may find that a fellow dog person supports genocide.)

The real end of the world is the destruction of the spirit; the other kind depends on the insignificant attempt to see whether after such a destruction the world can go on.

— Karl Kraus, The Last Days of Mankind

27,000 tents destroyed by winter storms in Gaza.  

 

The Obamachron on the 12.12.2025 portal, year of the black snake.

 Olive gives herself and my arm a tongue bath. Her fur is like chinchilla, she's so solid and so sqwooshable. 

 I like kids, but we've overwhelmed the planet, so I'm glad we don't have offspring and we just have a kid rescued from the park.

Sometimes you think, looking back, that there were signs and portents, but that's only afterward, when it always feels as if it was preordained.

Eva Meijer

Sea Now

 It was the department of war before, when it was called the department of defense. Defending democracy means endless war for global domination. This is indubitably obvious to even the most casual of observers.

 Unceded, occupied. We watched some interviews around If An Owl Calls Your Name. This activist for land back said no matter what they do on their land they are under occupation. Their land belongs to the occupier.

 

The sea as custodian of thoughts:

Under the water you'll find all the thoughts that have no place in

people's heads. Thoughts that have been thought-out, thoughts that have still to be thought, thoughts that may yet be thought, thoughts that will never be thought again. Loyal, treacherous, kind, destructive, long-lost thoughts. The water washes them, sifts them, gathers them together. Pick up a shell from the beach, and you can hear them.

Eva Meijer

Sea Now

 i miss the sweet owls yet i have them now in mind and i'm happy they live in the trees by mom. 

 anger leads to shame, shame leads to anger, a body can go crazy that way.

 i'm still reactive. the liars make me angry. i can't change them, and i don't want to waste my vital energy on anger. i've wasted so much time. i want to focus on the good.

 It's day 797 of the U.S. Israeli genocide in Gaza. Though our government is heartless, we can have mercy in our hearts. 

Every one of us has the choice of being a decent human being
or a propagandist for the genocide machine.

 

what do they want.

 The myth of progress—, 

 I got Sea Now, Your Name Here, Sea of Grass, and We Survived the Night at the library. 

  The rules based order eradicated the encampments but they're still in our minds.

 I think I'm starting to look like a tufted owl. I'm listening to judge Napolitano and Max Blumenthal about Trump's narco-terror empire and remembering when I was in junior high working at a cb radio store installing a cb in a DEA agent's Winnebago. The guy supplied us with loco weed he brought back from Mexico secreted in the vehicle. We got high on DEA loco weed and watched Star Trek.

R. says I'm glad I know where they are in the world, and I agree, I was apprehensive before and now I see them there in my mind and not just in imagination but in reality, with the owls calling tree to tree, just beyond the gazebo where we sat together. 
 

 

we believe in the resistance, and love, because that's all we have. 

The civic space is downgraded from 'narrowed' to 'obstructed'. The next step down is 'repressed' and after that, complete closure. What can we do? Let us resist in any and every way we can, and wait and see.

 We watched You Can Count On Me. Last time it kept buffering or something. It worked this time. It has the makings of a really good film about siblings and trauma, and the brother and sister are good, but there's a lot of bad writing and dumb characters around them. I go back and forth but finally decide the brother and sister probably wish they were in a better film.

 What if I get dementia? Will I know it? I probably will. I was talking about dementia and out of body experiences with Justin who I met on the flight back from Ladylake, by chance, as he was rerouted trying to get home. That never happens. Usually I just close my eyes or read my book in a bubble. We both had drifted out of our bodies. The first time was the same, in our kid bedrooms drifting to the ceiling. I bet it's common, but people forget or call it a dream. Some don't get dementia, but they seem like remarkable exceptions. Joy Kane got to 98 clear as a bell still playing piano and singing and telling her life. Many people with dementia know they have dementia and wish they could go back home. I said to Olive on the counter this morning, don't worry, I don't have dementia yet, and I got that look back, listening closely, yet kind of blank and omniscient at the same time.

 Why shouldn't things be largely absurd, futile, and transitory? They are so, and we are so, and they and we go very well together.

George Santayana

 I don't recall who took this picture. I remember, but I can't recall. 

Must've been a dream. 

I don't believe where I've been.
Do you feel like I do?

 Dream until your dreams come true. Well, I dreamed I was floating up into the corner of my room, and I was being carried through the woods in an oblong pine box.

i heard the owl call my name.

 

Olive listens intently to R. telling her dream of K.

 

What a year it's been if you think about it.

 

 On my Lulu walk I got Abundance, The Island of Missing Trees, and Barkskins from the little free library. 

 What would Jesús do?

 I was looking at the goose trails on the Obamachron playground and I saw a goose flying strange and then I saw red and green lights — it was a drone gooser landing at the feet of a stealthy operator. 

 Mom looks at Suzie in the dog album while Rusty looks in the general direction of Tony while Tony holds the pineapple album dreaming of his pineapples back home in time.

 Clear mom, fuzzy Tony.

 Protest Song Of The Week/ 'BLK XMAS' By billy woods Featuring Bruiser Wolf

 

 

bone in the usa.

 

dead silence for the final trump.

 

Progress — it's Chronic.

 

Plumber John aksed what I was takin pictures of. The Chron. The Chron in the snow I say. Plumber John smiles at the lovable eccentric. I saw this baby jesus hands ziptied in the news. Zeitgeist riptide. I was kinda excited to see the chronic progress after 5 days down below. Same samo. I wonder wonder wonder in the land of hate and genocide what would a baby jesus do.