The musings of Chris Abraham as he aspires to know the world and himself while getting healthy, losing weight, becoming fit, and running his small business while living in South Arlington, Virginia. Walk with him a while and see what's up.
It looks like my ADHD and my Aphantasia might indicate that I am, in fact, a Neanderthal or a Cro-Magnon. Isn't that interesting. I know I wasn't strictly Homo Sapien Sapien. Maybe just one Sapien in me, not two.
Calling conservative Americans—including people off all faiths, not just Evangelical Christians—ignorant deplorables for ten years behind their backs on front of their faces has so many ramifications, including losing in the fall, with a second term for the Trump Whitehouse. Sorry.
I've always loved bopping around in a slow jog. My best one was all around Paris by myself. But it's an entire thing and I'm happy to say that I started the Reddit sub back in 2017. Now it lives. This isn't very well thought out but it's my first foray into the topic. Enjoy!
Watch me indulge in all the controversy in all the world. Will a Biden presidency do way more long term harm than the short-term harm that Trump will have done? One thing that I never mentioned is important: conservative judges. We'll talk about that more later.
I just decided to see what my new Sony ICD-UX570 Digital Voice Recorder can handle: can it handle the jostling of wearing it around my neck while recording? Can it handle a windy day? Can it handle passing traffics and so many diesel work trucks? Can it handle my droning on and on about nothing? You'll see. None of this goes through my Audacity at all (who needs the extra step?) If this is unlistenable, I will kill it.
If I had known how much of a game-changer and how much my life would be improved by integrating a CPAP/BiPAP into my life, and if I had known that all my fat, middle-aged buddies were already using them—both men and women (but mostly old fat men)—then I would have done this ten years ago to address my snoring, my interrupted sleep, and the extreme sleep apnea that was trying to kill me over 40-times every hour I slept.
(Are you a cop? You need to tell me if you're a cop if I ask, right?) I have carried my office on my back as I walk all about the surrounding exurbs since the pandemic started. No longer the denizen of cafe life, I subsist on hotspots, tethered phones, and park benches. Ain't nowhere to GO. So, I've taken up the manly art of public urination without getting arrested or permanently marked as a sex offender said for public urination. All the park toilets are shuttered and so are the restaurants and the Malls and the stores and Macy's, etc, etc. So, I have just become really good at it. And here's my story. I mean, marathoners do it all the time, am I right?
It's nothing much. An afterthought probably required by the Residence at Penrose Square. Even though there are no longer the Paris-inspired powder green cafe tables and chairs, I still love it! This is my love note, my love letter, my lovesong!
I didn't know that anything was different about me. OK, I have a formal diagnosis of ADHD but aside from that, at 50, I discovered that I am an Aphant and that I have a condition called Aphantasia, something I discovered by watching Season 1, Episode 7, of Space Force.
Definition: the inability to form mental images of objects that are not present, "if counting sheep is an abstract concept, or you are unable to visualize the faces of loved ones, you could have aphantasia"
"Aphantasia is a mental condition characterized by an inability to voluntarily visualize mental imagery. Many people with aphantasia also report an inability to recall sounds, smells, or sensations of touch. Some also report prosopagnosia, the inability to recognize faces."
I have decided to return to podcasting but only as an audio blog or an audio diary or just as a way of putting down my thoughts outside of the adversarial world. So, this really is just for me and not really to build it into anything. Just a creative outlet. This is just the shakeout episode in which I try out the new Sony ICD-UX570 Digital Voice Recorder I grabbed from Amazon and I plan to use anywhere and everywhere. Like that poet in Lower Manhattan who is constantly recording every single thing that comes through his mind, "the sky is blue, the night is dark, the water is wet." Deep stuff like that. I am him how. Living my best life. Enjoy.
I needed to have a Mindfulness practice and chose the daily prayers that the Anglo-Catholic Episcopal Church likes to follow based on the Book of Common Prayer and at least 4 times a day prayers based somewhat on how the Benedictine Monks and Monasteries prayed, including Matins, Lauds, Vespers, and Compline.
All anyone is talking about these days is how armies of Russian trolls got До́нальд Джон Трамп (Donald John Trump) elected President of the United States. They did this through a unique witchcraft and voodoo that normal mortals cannot resist. How did Влади́мир Влади́мирович Пу́тин (Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin) and his malintent Веб-бригады (web brigades) so easily, cheaply, effortlessly, quickly, and effectively puppet-master our innocent, vulnerable, and naïve online American yokel brains into becoming mindless hordes of racist, sexist, nationalist Nazi deplorables.
Russia isn’t the only country that’s leveraging highly-trained covert operatives with bomb-proof non-disclosure agreements to sneak around online in deep cover, pretending to be other people, genders, ages and emulating the interests, hungers, passions, fears, dreams, and goals of communities that could really benefit the agendas of their clients.
Okay, I wasn’t actually either a teenager or Russian when I was an OG Russian Troll and part of the Russian Troll Army.
Americans love astrology, the paranormal, the spiritual world, Angels, demons, aliens, monsters, spirits, the afterlife, and believe that the eschaton will happen within their own lifetime. A world where astrology and numerology and the spirit world is prescient and present and real and active in our lives. America is actually a nation full of surprisingly superstitious spiritualists
Just an update on why and how I am doing a one meal a day intermittent fasting diet, my yesterday failing, some discovered benefits, and lots and lots of ASMR girl-esque ramblings, shaggy dog stories, and story tellings—all adding up to about a half hour of your precious fluids and lifespan.
In this episode I talk about my one meal a day that consists of a fifteen-hundred calorie one burrito a day with everything diet followed with 23 hours and 45-minutes if intermittent fasting every day. In short, my OBAD OMAD IF MOFO diet!
I tried a bunch of editing stuff and splitting stuff. I don't even know if the storytelling is linear or if it's even listenable with all the clips and so forth in between and I am pretty sure the files got shuffled and are out of order so maybe the end of the story is at the beginning. So, I put in a warning. Otherwise, enjoy!
Sort of a ramble, sort of a rant. Trying out background music and more of the editing tools that the Anchor.fm Android app tools and so forth. What do you think? My voice is very hot, very loud, but at least I'm highly audit and very easy to comprehend. Pretty much just a My Dinner With André sort of thing, the sort engaged in by the madman who lives under the bridge. Enjoy and let me know what's up with you and what you think!
This is the episode where I almost cop to an eating disorder and then complain a lot about how heavy I am.
Food is a constant struggle
Weight is a constant struggle
I am currently 350 lbs (158.75733 kilos, 25 stone)
I love to run (I call it my zombie shuffle)
I love to bike (please help me name my 2010 Surly Steamroller)
I love to row (100 lbs too heavy, I'll sink the boats—even the fat one)
I love to swing kettlebells (call me Girevik)
I really love Spin class but haven't gone recently.
I hope this podcast is more fun than depressing.
Let me know!