We’ve got to get off this rock before we blow it up or cause it to go Venus!1

Photo of Three Mile Island nuclear fission electric generating station

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  1. Okay so I exaggerate, it’s only Earth becoming hostile to most species — including humans… (And of course we’re not going to be able to make a mass exodus, so we really need to work on what we’ve got down here!) ↩︎

Credit for cover photo (of Three Mile Island nuclear fission electric generating station): This image is a work of a United States Department of Energy (or predecessor organization) employee, taken or made as part of that person’s official duties. As a work of the U.S. federal government, the image is in the public domain. Via Wikimedia Commons

Princes and Madmen

A strange idea came to me in conversation the other day, namely that my schizophrenia helps me understand what it must be like to be Prince William.

Schizophrenia talk

A fairly comprehensive talk I wrote about my experience with schizophrenia for a ‘CMHA Consumer Conference’ in 2005.

Keeping on keeping on in my old home

I’ve put a couple of things on hold (partly depression, partly situational), like adding volunteering for the Wye Marsh, as well as my first certification exam. I’ve also not moved into a new apartment with my now ex-girlfriend.

Keeping it real

Nope, this isn’t about mental illness (at least not mine), but about avoiding “the Kool-Aid / rabbit holes / appealing conspiracies”. Ironically, this is less comfortable and a harder reality.

Form spam, heat waves, and a new home

Contact form spam rejection: fixed? Melting walking home, a possible new home, and keeping busy, but not burnout busy.

A little heavy on the accelerator

With opportunities I’ve waited for, starting in a sudden rush, along with extra volunteering, I have discovered I’ve been a little heavy on the accelerator.

And I carry a teal umbrella

My neck is wide, my legs are strong, and I carry a teal umbrella. I am a man who knows himself and fears little.I defy intolerance, and go where I will.

About the Trash

A ‘heavy atmosphere’ poem about looking for love in a counter-culture bar. (Well maybe it is about rubbish, but that’s a different meaning of the word …)

Thoughts on a new room

Short poem about moving into a new personal space. This is a pull from Daniel F. Dickinson’s archives, with mixed memories.