Forgnot has dumped some pretty serious ideas into my brain, and made me realize how many of my mental muscles have atrophied in the last couple of years. What if, he suggests, my depression isn’t all chemical, but there’s something I can get to the bottom of, and maybe do something about?
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Among the things I have . . .
I have it that I don’t have anything to teach anyone in terms of life. I can help you tune your web server, or set it up for better performance; I can teach you some music theory and help you write better songs; I can teach you some things about sound engineering, recording, woodworking . . . I can tell you all about being a gay Mormon–I spent a long time and got really, really good at it! Look how useful that is.
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Old stuff
I was going through my archives today and found an unlabeled sql dump from 2007. Lo and behold, this is the database dump that I made of my old Mediawiki site, hoping to transfer it from one host to another. Alas, I had no idea what I was doing, and after failing to migrate the site, I assumed the data was lost forever.
So here’s this file now, and it contains all this material that I wrote during the Very Long, Dark, Confusing part of my life that I’m now glad is over, and I’m wondering if I even want to bother reading it. There’s not much material there, and it’s so, so Mormon-centric. I just, I don’t even.
Nah, I’m just going to bzip2 it and leave it there for posterity. It’s 562 KB compressed. Who cares.
Jargon, sigh.
I don’t like using the word ‘consequences.’ It connotes something negative. I’d much rather say ‘results,’ which has a positive connotation. They are both equally likely to connote the wrong thing. I’d just rather give an unnecessarily positive spin than an unnecessarily negative one. I believe it will be more likely to… produce the result I’m after.
Message to a Frustrated Loved One
I get that your experience today was that you consistently failed to translate your desires into reality. I get that you experienced a lack of power, freedom, and an inability to express yourself. I get that your expectations were unmet, your intentions thwarted, your communications undelivered. You’re not a failure; shit just happened the way it happened, and you made it mean what you made it mean. Continue reading