The Hellish Handbasket
The life and times of a chronic malcontent
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Dissertation Hell: Get me off this Z-ticket ride!
Art Hell: Do what you love and you'll probably starve
Vegan Hell: The atrophied malcontent admits defeat
Educator Hell: If the student failed to learn, the teacher failed to teach? Really?
About the illustrations: Art is for everyone
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October 31, 2022
If they can do it, why can't I?
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I'm delinquent again on posting my weekly blogpost. My apologies to my five readers. I noticed I have written 606 blogposts. Jiminy cric...
October 24, 2022
Visualize a perfect life
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Howdy Blogbots. Sorry to keep you waiting. I usually post on Sunday evenings, but last night I had a deadline on a work project. I'm try...
October 16, 2022
It's all about balance
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I sense some sort of adventure is lurking over the horizon. Right now, I'm too tired to chase it, but I think it is close by. I hope onc...
October 09, 2022
Stuff piling up in the rear view mirror
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I'm listening to some old Pablo Cruise on YouTube while I undertake another round of Swedish death cleaning. Today I packed up my collec...
October 02, 2022
My heart is broken
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How many times over the past couple years have I said "my heart is broken"? Haven't you? More times than we can count, probabl...
September 25, 2022
Don't get up in my undercarriage
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I have an ongoing quest to lighten my load. To that end, I have offloaded more kitchen stuff to my housemate. This trailer easily absorbed...
September 18, 2022
Busy getting something done
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Do I exist? I'm beginning to doubt my identity. Google certainly does, and I'm pretty sure Google runs the world, so it's no won...
September 11, 2022
Chasing the filthy lucre
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I finally did it. After two-plus years, I initiated the firing sequence (two negative Covid self-tests) and launched myself back into commun...
September 04, 2022
Landing peanut butter-side up
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I’m embarrassed to report, life is looking up for the Chronic Malcontent. Thanks, I'm happy, too. It’s a healthy indicator of my mental ...
August 28, 2022
The unbearable flatness of a hapless desert lizard
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Somewhere between last week and this week, I got fed up with suffering and decided to stop. I gave up bemoaning the vertigo. Instead, I'...
August 21, 2022
Ho hum, another gorgeous sunset in the desert
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I don't have much to report this week. Here's a quick follow-up to the ENT appointment from last week. I know you are following the ...
August 14, 2022
I do not heart monsoon
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It has become very clear to me that my inner ears march to the unseen unheard drumbeat of fluctuations in air pressure. I am a creature of t...
August 07, 2022
Enjoying the storm
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Once again, I have lifted and transported every possession I own. This week was spent vacating the Bat Cave and invading the Trailer. Well, ...
July 31, 2022
Optimism is optional
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After a year in the Bat Cave, it's that time again. Time to pack up and move. I'm ready but I'm still feeling anxious. Maybe I s...
July 24, 2022
Time to go crazy
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I've been in phone hell this week. My old service provider got bought by a larger tech company and "upgraded" its network. My ...
July 17, 2022
Taking wing
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When I first came to Tucson, I couldn't imagine I'd ever contemplate becoming one of those residents who vacates for six months out ...
July 13, 2022
It happened again
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Once again, you had to remind me! I can't believe I forgot to blog last Sunday. I looked at my calendar to see what happened. Every line...
July 03, 2022
Legacy DNA leaves a mark
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For some reason I thought that after my parents died, I would not longer be . . . what's the word I'm looking for? Not troubled . N...
June 26, 2022
Art and the end of the world
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In this isolated new world of video mentoring, I talk with artists all over the country. One of my favorite pep talk mantras is the world ne...
June 19, 2022
Strategic thinking departed with the art
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It's a cool 94°F outside. I'm sitting in the Bat Cave with two fans blowing and a wet tank top wrapped around my head. I really don...
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