Monster Meet and Greet Mash – yadadarcyyada



I was working on my blog, late one night

When my eyes beheld an eerie sight

For my post from its slab, began to rise

And suddenly to my surprise It did the mash, it did the Monster Meet and Greet M…[monsters ahead]

Source: Monster Meet and Greet Mash – yadadarcyyada


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Making Peace with Problems

You know problems are part of life, don’t you? They won’t go away. I can share a simple way to deal with problems without getting all stressed up.

Source: Making Peace with Problems

(My) Asperger’s / autism and trust  – the silent wave


Once upon a time, I trusted everyone.  The cashier at the grocery store was the perfect audience for a monologue about my rock collection.  When I got my hair styled for Grade 2 school pictures, th…[ ]

Source: (My) Asperger’s / autism and trust  – the silent wave

I’ll Be Seeing You – In Memory of Kit – – Art by Rob Goldstein

My best friend Kit was a bit of a twit before he got sick, but
he was brilliant and passionate about gay liberation.

Our friendship was based on mutual geekiness.

Kit tinkered with a Mac or a Tandy while I wrote poetry and
listened to Pattie Smith through my headphones.

It was the third year of the AIDS epidemic.

We sat over coffee at the Cafe Flore on a bright
Mediterranean day in San Francisco.

Source: I’ll Be Seeing You – In Memory of Kit – – Art by Rob Goldstein

An Interview with Harold Norse, Part Two: The Pain of Becoming Literate-Rob Goldstein 2017

I moved in with Norse in 1984 and spent my days writing and studying
film and literature.

Norse was drafting his memoirs.

We lived in a creative stew under the strain of the most devastating years
of the AIDS epidemic.

We both had good reason to think our lives would soon be over.

The pressure I placed on myself brought on the symptoms of florid DID.

My alternates were coming out and writing and Harold was responding
to them as ‘characters’

Norse gives me a rundown of what he liked or hated about a collection of poems I left for him one week in February 1985. He calls me ‘Bobby’ in the note and uses. ‘Bobby’s’ accent in the opening. Seems I also wrote a poem called ‘Jew-Boy’ that Norse thought was sick. I have no memory of ‘Jew-Boy’. One definitely had to be strong to ask Norse to critique one’s writing. What I loved about Norse was that I always knew I was getting the truth. He signs the note, ‘Your loving dementor’

Source: An Interview with Harold Norse, Part Two: The Pain of Becoming Literate

Video- telemetry

For the next week Jessica will be be here at the Prince of Wales hospital in Rand wick for a Video Eeg to decide which type of seizures she currently experiences.

I am here as the observer to press the button when an episode occurs.  Am in a sofa bed.

The cortisone injections have finally worn off and I am in pain again.

Jessica looks like an alien with all the wires hooked up, she is on a long leash, though can remove the module to visit the little room.

Posts won’ do their justice for you until we are home.