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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer, Consumer, Blogger, Whatever

As in the days of Amos, John of Patmos, John of the Cross, it's the poets who will save us, those of us who have ears to hear.  For the rest, it's the poets who will preserve the evidence, in hope that there will yet be ears to hear.

So today, Wendell Berry's Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front.

First, one liner note: Your mind will be punched in a card and shut away in a drawer.  In the early days of computers, data was recorded by punching holes into cards, literally, card stock, roughly 3"x7".  This was before web crawlers could find the word bread in a Facebook comment and then put up ads for kitchenware on your page.  The line in the poem, first published in 1970, is truer than ever.  The technology has simply got more efficient.

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay.  Want more
of everything ready-made.  Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head…

Differently Abled - More, Please

It's like he is in a world of his own.  The first grade teacher, old school, same worksheets for the last thirty years, did not mean it as a complement.

The mom was confused.  She asked her son's Montessori preschool teachers for their take on it.  They, too were confused.  Then the light dawned.  The way they put it was, He has immense powers of concentration.  They thought he was marvelous.


The problem was, he was still absorbed by the story he was writing, when the first grade teacher had moved on from writing to math.  The world he was in was not her world.


His second grade teacher recommended him for the Talented and Gifted program.

His fifth grade teacher thought he had ADHD.

People who are different get diagnosed.  The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) is all about describing the various ways we don't fit.  But if you can pass for normal, you don't have a disability.  If they can pick you out in that One of These Things is Not Like the Others game, then…

Survival - Three Things Learned From Danny MacAskill

1.  To keep your audience, edit out most of the falls.

2.  To help your audience, keep some of the falls.

3.  Find the Iron Rule and do not break it.  In MacAskill's case -- the front wheel is for steering; you want to land on the back wheel.  In my case -- the frontal cortex is for steering; I will inevitably land on the amygdala.

A repeat from:

Thursday August 26, 2010

Tribute To Survival

This is dedicated to those who are surviving the Chemistry Experiment, and to those who hang in there with us.

Bring your courage and your hope, whatever you can manage.

And your helmet.




Thanks to Danny MacAskill and Band of Horses.

Suicide Is Not a Mystery

This is Suicide Prevention Week

When I started Prozac Monologues, I didn't know there was a Suicide Prevention Week.  I spent a month writing about suicide in June, 2009.  I chose June because it is the month when the highest number of suicides take place.  So I wonder why the officially designated week is in September.  Maybe because when everybody else is so happy about the sunshine in June, they wouldn't give any thought to the darkness?

If you want to know my take on suicide prevention, here is the link for those original posts.  Among the Labels in the right-side column, you will find links to other posts tagged suicide, suicide prevention, and the like.

Looking back at these posts, I wish I had less to say about suicide.  But having this much to say, and frankly, a lot more, I think it's best I go ahead and say it.  I urge you to take the same approach.  If you have something to say about suicide, say it.

You know, all those years we never talked out loud about cancer, o…

Prozac Monologues - How It Began

First conceived as a stand up comedy routine, birthed as a book, morphed into a blog, on August 29, 2011 Prozac Monologues came full circle at Happy Hour at the Pato Loco, Playas del Coco, Costa Rica.  This was the very spot where in January 2005, the book was originally written over the course of eight heavenly (my wife wouldn't use that word), hypomanic days.  Micah pulled out his laptop.  Patricia set it up on top of a bar stool.  And I held forth.

You can hear a bit of our little beach town's rush hour in the background.  So here is the text:
Prozac Monologues - How It Began

2004 was not a good year for me.  My doctor tried to make it better by prescribing Prozac for major depression.  Only Prozac didn't make it better.  So she prescribed more Prozac.  And that made it so much more not better that I concluded the only way I could describe how much more not better would be a stand-up comedy routine.  And thus was planted the seed for what has become Prozac Monologues.
So I …