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?
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December 25, 2022
Happy holidays from the Hellish Hand-basket
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Another year plods to a close. How do individual moments seem to drag when days, months, and years speed by so fast? The moments of 2022 ble...
December 18, 2022
Free falling in slow motion
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Remember when Alice fell down the rabbit hole, and she fell for such a long time, she got bored and fell asleep? The lesson of that story is...
December 11, 2022
It looks like the end, but it's not
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I am compelled to evaluate everything. I come by it naturally. My ancestors survived by constantly evaluating their environment for threats....
December 04, 2022
What is success?
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The question of the day: What is success? Go ahead, take your time. I'll let you ponder the question for a minute. It's not a trick ...
November 27, 2022
Searching for a feeling
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As I was shuffling along the bike path by the dry Rillito River riverbed, I came to a realization that has helped me put another piece of th...
November 20, 2022
Destined for greatness
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Howdy Blogbots. I'm happy to announce, my glitchy heart keeps chugging along, dragging the rest of me with it. I guess I follow where th...
November 13, 2022
Stop making sense
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If I could sum up my primary problem in one sentence, it would be this: I can't stop trying to make sense. Sense of my life, sense of ot...
November 06, 2022
Life's little losses still linger
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I don't have much to say tonight. I don't have time, either. It's crunch time for my Spanish dissertator. In any case, when work...
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...
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