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First link a delve into the often complex environmental factors that create Schizophrenia:
Link: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2025/07/28/mary-had-schizophrenia-then-suddenly-she-didnt
What's of interest here is how Schizophrenia may be an autoimmune disorder. Of course, it's many things, and around this town I generally ascribe it to being a pot-or-drug-induced psychosis, so many of the homeless and mentally unwell with substance abuse problems, often exposed far too young to "medications" that they can't handle. And the fact that pot has grown so substantially more commonplace, easily accessible, and formidably more potent than the pot of their grandparents. So it's nice to see some other takes on this.
Second Link: http://airestech.com/
Now, given RFK Jr's position in America at the moment we might expect to see a lot more similar and like devices on the market - geometrically inscribed playing cards, tokens, amulets, etc, that promote the protection from non-existent dangers and toxins. I mean, you weren't getting sick from EMF radiation before, and you aren't now, so why shouldn't someone make a quick buck off of it? That someone SHOULD be me...
Third Link: https://bexxly.com/
And another fine quack medical device. And I'm still looking for a jeep...
This is going to get big. I need a medicinal oil that can be spread around the inside of a plague masques and pomanders, my own patent formula, I mean, look at where Alberta is with the Measles and Vaccinations and you know this is going to be big soon...
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So work this week has been busy, and keeping me busier than I'd like. Thursday night, "The Sound of Music", at the Capitol, wonderfully well done and some real talent in the performers - but, well, my heart wasn't in it and I made it to the first intermission before bolting.
Friday, an interview at the bank - basically ruling them out as a source for a vehicle loan, only on newer vehicles and for sums I don't care to borrow. Which restricts my options, and I'm not thrilled about going through a dealership, but this walking about town is getting to be a real bore.
Friday evening, madness at work, full on for 5 hours straight, Friday Night Market and a too-full restaurant and patio, too shortly staffed, running out of glasses, dishes, glasses again...all night long. Never ahead of the curve long enough to manage to set the tables, couldn't even if you had the time, the dishwasher isn't keeping up, and - really, I need a jeep, a way to decompress on my days off...
Saturday, busy again but at a more civilized pace.
And in the meantime, cutting up cardboard and trying to piece together shapes for a rather large paper mache project, which has filled my apartment with shredded newsprint and cut-out cardboard pieces that in no way can I seem to piece together to make a mold or scaffolding ...
So this fills my time, a trip a day for groceries to the CO-OP because I haven't the energy to make a trip to Save On, and I'm liking the fancier cuts of meat and Kombucha.
Last night, after work, running into C*****, from the old restaurant, he was fired for being a lazy dog-f*cker, he was, just a kid then though, and he's telling me he's got a job lined with the new owners as a server, and you know that will last all of a week, if that long...
And today, traditionally a day off but I'm working, early, and so it goes, I complain about work but there's no complaining about the cheques, especially if I'm doing death on the instalment plan, and that catches us all up.
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Came upon this on the way home from the supermarket. The little insets, presumably once to hold garbage, then fenced off against the homeless and junkies, and once again retaken...
The radio playing, it only wants a TV, a painting and some books for the shelf. I take a picture, then immediately out of nowhere I'm confronted with some 30 year-old broken-toothed bleeding-gummed crackhead, who wants to fight until I agree, then confines himself to swearing at me and backing away...
I'm taking pictures of his house. Now, there's no law against this, he's not inside, and I doubt very much he owns or rents this...but...
Not a regular on the streets, but the alleys attract the more hardcore junkies, and I'm a little pissed, there's no winning with a crackhead, no chance he'd win but you'd be hard-explaining taking a (very legitimate) swing at him.
They rather exploit a disadvantage that's entirely of their own making, I have to say...
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And, had wondered where he was, not seen this year, a fixture on Baker or in front of 7-11, long bearded, playing his banjo.
The obituaries confirm he passed away, read with interest, he was about the age when it's no longer a surprise.
But the obituary, predeceased by 5 of his children and 1 grand child - My God!
One wonders at all the tragedies other people carry inside of them, writ not on the flesh or in conversation but there nonetheless and somehow they've healed, moved on, or well hidden it from the casual passers-by
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Work, busy working but not busy at work. Doubles, days aimlessly without purpose, barely a living, and this jeep hunt, without wheels, well...it could be a lot swifter. The bank, despite promising to call, has reached out to me with no arms (or legs or phones or fingers) and so I'll be a calling them Monday. The private-sale deals always several times better than the those offered on the lots, but you need to have the ready cash, be prepared...
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Thursday night off, hit the Art Gallery, small new exhibition, then later to the Royal for an Afro-Columbian dance party. That despite the lack of Africans in town (a few, but hardly enough to pack a dance hall). Plenty of Latinos though. The place fills up, the usual suspects, people in your neighbourhood, some very good dancers, some not at all, to this style of music I'm in the "Not at all" category and keep to the back of the dance floor, the rhythms, complex, impossible to keep moving to...
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And the new, young good looking waiter, who's handwriting represented nothing so much as a "Calvin & Hobbes" Ransom note:
dismissed, he had a few tables, to-go orders, deliveries, unfortunately all at once, and he crashed and burned. Big time. Nice kid, but not everyone is cut out for this.
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Bringing us to today, Saturday, at the library with my book, last night worked, sent the other waitress home, gave her the night off, with the hopes that if tonight proved the same she'd return the favour. So I'm waiting and will see, not that there's anything on tonight (rave in the Cave up in the Meadows, only - I'd need wheels) - but - a night off is a night off, there's never any complaining about freedom and I have plenty of other things to occupy my time...
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This is rather funny, the latest Epstein News Cycle, the doctored surveillance footage, the "Client List" to "No Client List" and finally those MAGA wingnuts are being forced to confront the fact that maybe their Orange Pompadour isn't telling the truth.
Not that he ever has, or if so, only incidentally, only some of the evidence they have on him would be indicting (at least 75 trips to Temptation Island), but the SUM of the evidence is damning.
Anyways, I don't care to go into it, I've been hypernormalized to the idea that all politicians are pedophiles and I don't think a lot would change that, and - hey, who am I to judge?
In the words of Bob Dylan (I think) - "The times, they are a changing".
Or, in the more contemporary words of Jesse Welles - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KYbb_e6NHWU
You gotta admire the guy, who bangs out a song in the time it takes to watch the news.
Any one else notice that he wears his hair like a spirit hoody?