Tuesday was a good day. Got my work done ahead of time and pretty certain I did a good job at it.

Caught up with my friend in Bloomfield and right now it seems (95%) that Thanksgiving up north isn't in the cards.

On the bright side I told Bloomfield all about Julian Jaynes's The Origins of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind, mentioned a few of my weird ideas and thoughts, and it was all perfectly okay. They listened to me rather than shutting me down, like Leah.

I had a good pair of days. I want to keep up the momentum. I don't want to relapse or grow complacent with my stasis here in Neptune, New Jersey.

Funny I feel it's important to put "NJ" after Neptune. As if some far-flung future internet historian will come upon my writings and think I live in an orbital colony close to the rim of the solar system. Rather I'm on the east coast of the North American continent within the former confines of the United States of America in a province called New Jersey.

Now it's time for marijuana. Now it's time to distract myself before I begin ruminating on the fact I really have nothing going on for me this Thanksgiving. I didn't "hang my hat", as some would say, but I had designs to brine a turkey breast, make mashed potatoes, Italian rice, and some other things to kinda grease the wheels and ensure Thanksgiving in Essex County was going to work out.

But no.

My penultimate stop was my sister. She made sauce, meatballs and sausage and froze a container just for me. We chatted a bit, I talked about the current circumstances of my personal life, drama between the new dog River and the reigning dog Otis, we agreed eastern European women as a whole are toxic and insane, along with my 7 year old nephew's scholastic achievements.

I'm home at 8:30-ish. I'm catching up on writing for inkubo.org. Just gotta brush my teeth and hit the sack.


I looked up a couple of Esperanto words during my hike. Spuro means "trail", trunko means "trunk", branĉo means "branch", and log is ŝtipo. Remember ĉ is a voiceless postalveolar affricate and ŝ is a voiceless palato-alveolar fricative. "Ch" and "sh" digraphs in English.

Yes it's a bit disappointing to learn trunk in Esperanto is just trunk with an o at the end. Way to go, Zamenhof!

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