tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50144663146378833032024-09-25T15:32:55.584-07:00thinking out loudwell, not 'out loud' because, you know, I'm not talking per se. maybe 'in print', but that's not right either. digital print? sort of? this isn't going well at all...Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-62207473696794005032012-08-28T19:19:00.001-07:002012-08-28T20:07:47.928-07:00sharing magic.... 'In the Absence of Words 'Life is full - not all bad, not all good - and I have so little time that blogging does not often cross my mind these days. You do, you who have been faithful, but blogging is just not climbing into the priority range. But there is time for this. A friend on Facebook (proof that online friendships can be as compassionate and deep and caring as any other) forwarded this piece to me.
Thank you Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-54300170880591010162012-07-25T13:28:00.002-07:002012-07-25T13:29:21.179-07:00the newsroom
I’m infatuated
with a TV show. It’s been a while. I mean, of course I watched Game of Thrones.
What self-respecting fantasy writer (or aspiring fantasy writer) hasn’t? And
it’s great entertainment, don’t get me wrong, but there’s no infatuation. I
just like it, a lot. But this new show – it’s infatuation, moving towards love.
I doubt very
much that you’ll be surprised when I tell you that Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-58807710473924634952012-07-20T13:27:00.000-07:002012-07-20T13:40:48.608-07:00right now
Disclaimer: You don't need to read this. This post is about
staying honest to me and about being true to my writing ethic. As such,
it's not necessarily for public consumption. If you choose to proceed, I'll
explain why I'm posting it at all a little farther down.
I was going to post today about The Newsroom, a review of sorts.
And then Colorado
happened. The media is still trying to Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-87935036277777870292012-06-27T11:48:00.000-07:002012-06-27T11:48:09.132-07:00it is normal people that are revolutionariesHad to share. Sekou Andrews and Steve Connell at TEDMED 2011. Enjoy...
...and, because the sentiment is similar...
p.s. ...cheers...Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-71035321743495132462012-06-25T19:02:00.000-07:002012-06-25T20:28:51.343-07:00the love essays
It’s been too long. Seriously, too long. Not that
anything is about to change profoundly in that department, but I miss you… this…
really miss it.
Anyway, tol isn’t the only thing I’ve had a hard
time finding time for. I finally found an afternoon to dedicate to the reading
of Judy Clement Wall’s Love Essays which I downloaded earlier this month. The
reading of those essays brings me out Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-50687130225725551542012-06-04T15:14:00.001-07:002012-06-04T15:18:04.224-07:00blackout speakoutMichael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-1619036432779489132012-05-02T14:07:00.000-07:002012-05-03T21:26:32.439-07:00surfacing for a Liebster
The concept intrigued me profoundly, and on
several levels: a collaborative blog that the host, Varun Kothamachu, intended
to be an exploration of style and opinion from around the world; each new
blogger recommended by the previous blogger; each week a new experience, a new
perspective, a celebration of the things that make us unique and the things
that unite us as humans.
I’ve kept tabs on Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-28565549490623820152012-04-14T21:04:00.000-07:002012-04-14T21:07:19.989-07:00truth and intentions
Somewhere between grades eight and nine everything
changed. I mean, things had changed a lot already. Dad was gone, a few years
gone, and Mom had turned home into a group home, and I was living in the shed,
and I was still awkward and happier in my own company than anyone else’s.
And then the summer of 1979 happened and everything
changed. I’d been a straight A student, accelerated classesMichael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-26194110619455773872012-03-10T15:35:00.000-08:002012-03-10T15:40:19.941-08:00paradise lost
My Dad is a very involved and devout evangelical
Christian. I used to be, twice. If you’ve been reading, you know I’m not any
more, not at all. This makes for some interesting conversations.
I grew up Christian. Mostly post-denominational
protestant, to be exact, with a good sprinkling of evangelical mixed in. I
walked away once, when I was twelve, because the church we were in essentially
Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-78556679541256599472012-03-06T21:15:00.002-08:002012-03-06T21:15:31.310-08:00flip
The weather is changing here, winter giving up
ground to spring, even though there's a fight for it, and everyone seems really
tired this week. It felt that way in Aikido, at hockey, even in yoga where a
majority, independent of one another, asked Julie if the vinyasa was going to
be hard today.
Seems like the change of seasons is just taking it out
of folks this year. Or maybe it was the Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-74202090801277967022012-02-24T14:59:00.000-08:002012-02-24T20:59:50.116-08:00gratitudes and inclusions
Hold on, buckle in. This is messier than I intended.
But I’m going for it. See you on the other side…
*
I’m excited to see what occupy has planned for the spring. If you aren’t following, it might be easy to think that, after the gong show in Oakland, it’s all over. It isn’t. They’re still planning and preparing, especially in NYC. But there’s still activity all over NA too. Communication Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-86963100880696810762012-02-20T15:19:00.000-08:002012-02-20T23:52:54.599-08:00rituals of grief
I mentioned on Saturday afternoon that Lylune,
beloved kitty of my beloved, Gena, was very sick. In the space of a week she
had shed a third of her body weight, stopped eating and drinking. Gena had her
in to the Vet on Friday and they could only speculate – renal failure or
cancer - probably, considering the rapidity and the symptoms - cancer. They
hydrated her, filled her full of electrolytesMichael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-85298399106961609142012-02-18T14:03:00.000-08:002012-02-18T14:03:49.773-08:00learning to miss
I have only a little time today. Forgive me if this
seems a bit abrupt, but Gena’s tiny, delicate, beautiful kitty Lylune is really
sick. This is stolen time right here, and there are priorities to attend to. And yet, I have to put some thoughts down. It's a precious responsibility - to catch the thoughts, the moments, before they pass.
I played hockey for the first time in a week
Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-67831458084292344992012-02-15T00:40:00.000-08:002012-02-15T07:52:50.273-08:00the long ones
There are days, with dementia, when good memories
abound. When I visit Mom, almost all of the time, that’s the case. We're very lucky so far. She doesn’t
put together my visits into any kind of continuum very well, so every Monday
and Friday the visits seems a bit like a treat – like I haven’t been around for
a long time – and the good will ensues (there is a lesson to learn in this, I
think). Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-67413663985862735002012-02-11T10:53:00.000-08:002012-02-11T16:50:24.958-08:00yoga conundrums
I’ve been trying to figure out how to write
something about yoga without sounding completely fucking pretentious. I’m
hoping that being unnecessarily vulgar will help. Only that once though. Maybe.
Yoga’s one of those things that I’ve done for a
while as a sideline, intermittently as it were, and as a means to an end. The “end”
has been improved flexibility for climbing, hockey, Aikido. Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-78602247769838076102012-02-06T13:48:00.000-08:002012-02-11T16:50:52.460-08:00things i learn getting hurt
After not playing hockey all of last season, barely
playing at all for the three before that, I pulled out my goalie gear last fall
and started playing a few times a week. Three to be exact. I was out of shape,
my legs felt like jelly after about 15 minutes that first ice time, but I
remembered how much I love playing the first time the puck ended up in my glove.
Shocker., I know. That’s Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-68512923877953749622012-01-30T14:45:00.000-08:002012-02-11T14:07:08.655-08:00pipelines, violins, politicians, and love...
Anyone else find Obama’s SOTU mostly really good to
listen to this year? I mean except for the saber rattling and nationalistic
hoopla that seems to be mandatory for Western leaders? The man and his handlers
have a gift for hearing the tone of the zeitgeist, even if I don’t really
believe for a second that his banker friends will be letting him do much about
any of that social equity and Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-53956593562725852992012-01-28T13:28:00.000-08:002012-02-11T14:07:22.950-08:00i'm older today than i was yesterday
It’s my
birthday today. Forty-five years. I’m not sure what that means, or if it means
anything specifically, or even if it's supposed to.
I’m not much of a sentimentalist, although birthdays
and New Years are about the only national holidays that I don’t consider
hypocritical in most ways. They remain what they have always been: reasons to
party. And numbers don’t mean much either, do theyMichael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-78289890422058031282012-01-23T13:45:00.000-08:002012-02-11T14:07:36.482-08:00renewing acquaintances
Three
months. That’s kind of a long time for an unannounced hiatus. Although the
writing was on the wall even back in November.
Mic
check. Mic check. Anyone still out there?
What can
I say? I’ve been busy. Some of the busy-ness has been good, some not so much. Most
of it remains, but I cleared a bit of time for you and me.
Mom gets
me two days a week now. Rather, Mirm does. Mom isn’tMichael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-51230290600990456722011-11-20T19:06:00.001-08:002012-02-15T20:40:06.296-08:00some days are better than others
Yesterday was nearly a perfect day. As nearly as I’ve had in
a while, anyway.
Today was pretty great too, full of late lingerings in bed
and hikes in the snow, but there was a mishap on the other side of the bridge
that backed up traffic for two hours, a retaining wall, a brand new one,
collapsed at the sight of a new overpass. That meant that I couldn’t go to aikido
this evening, which Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-22361909695368081062011-11-16T18:09:00.001-08:002012-02-15T20:39:35.401-08:00not. goin’. anywhere.
Seems that the urban centers of North
America got together and coordinated their own acts of uncivil
disobedience this week, with evictions and threats of eviction popping up
everywhere. Oakland evicted violently, New York evicted violently, Berkeley
students and staff only wanted to have a two-day occupation and were squashed
violently, threats in Toronto staid by court
injunction, threats inMichael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-73656675550427359492011-11-12T18:22:00.000-08:002012-02-15T20:39:14.867-08:00why so serious?
I want to learn how to play. I never did that, not the way I love to watch others play - un-self consciously, without concern, as if nobody was watching, as if it was mortally important to do so. Maybe it was the only-child thing - too many hours spent playing alone, or the way Mom taught me to be considerate and to not draw attention and to not do anything to offend anyone.
I'm Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-33701089931353117222011-11-09T17:26:00.000-08:002011-11-12T18:23:27.095-08:00via the rumpus, acculorber weather from occupy wall streetFound this today through Stephen Elliott's Daily Rumpus mail. The accompanying article is here, and you should absolutely go read it, but the poetry is riotous and couldn't wait...
Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-57979095729123374872011-11-08T15:55:00.000-08:002012-02-15T20:38:14.613-08:00zen and the art of intentional procrastination* Updated at the bottom
It takes a lot of effort to prioritize. There’s the
judging, and the weighing, and the balancing and contrasting. One must take
into consideration scenarios both probable and im-, measure the potential
consequences of each choice carefully, count the cost of each path not chosen,
consider the ramifications.
It’s an awful lot of work.
There are people that have itMichael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5014466314637883303.post-6547478922315855922011-10-27T19:45:00.000-07:002012-02-15T20:38:00.137-08:00...just not that rich
Richard Wilkinson is a Public Health Researcher. He has a
new book out, The Spirit Level,
co-authored with Kate Pickett, in which he provides an exhaustive statistical
analysis of the effects of income inequality in modern society. I could go on,
but here - just watch this TED talk:
It drives me a bit batty when the chimps on MSM spout the
party meme concerning the motives of #Michael David Lockharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263279636743586429noreply@blogger.com