The (b)Land Between Two Rivers

Remember That Next Time You Have An Infection!

We are getting settled back into Iowa life. Some days, the place feels like a last little pocket of the old laconic America in which you just do your work (like yr ‘sposed to) and say “ope” as you pass in the aisles of the Hy-Vee and talk to cashiers forever even when there is a long line behind you and you drive slow in the left lane completely oblivious and all of that emotionally constipated stuff which gives this place a certain rustic charm. On the other hand, seeing them bring the harvest this fall – with literally perfect weather (I am in shorts and sandals in mid-October!) – has been great. Even with the chaos of the world these days, that core natural cycle in which the seeds are planted, the earth gives forth, and those who planted reap in their reward. It is an old process. It is an organic process. It is where all life comes from, and on these gentle days in the warm sun, seeing them bring it in, row after row after row, does refresh the spirit somewhat. It is – after all – life as God gave it to us on this planet.
Then there are all the other things you have to deal with. A sort of social dullness which makes one pause and wonder how oblivious one can become in their routine here. It is my current home, and is so by my choice – a choice I am good with. I have seen enough of what else is on offer to see that, in total, every place presents a different balance of the same sorts of things. Iowa’s balance is unique and there is a part of me that is this way too – in spite of my best efforts as a young man to do otherwise. I have seen enough of the coasts and the cities at this point to sort of know what awaits me there should I return.

  • It is immoral to allow people to die like this. We are becoming a people without pity.
  • I have always wonder if we’d find out why the growth in autism has been so significant during my lifetime. Not sure, but if this is the direction it is going, we may find out some very interesting things.
  • Speaking only for myself, my less healthy thinking during the time of my fentanyl medication was really a matter of despairing over the hopelessness of my physical condition. The answers given by the good capitalists at BCBS don’t cut it. More stigmatizing. More deliberate conflation of the effects of the black market and the effects of the medication. Just more of the usual FUD from an organization with clear financial incentives to continue demonizing the use of opiates. Capitalism knows no shame. It is time to repeal the HMO Act of 1973 once and for all.
  • Liz is a drug warrior.
  • Most days, New Jersey is slightly less corrupt and shitty than Illinois, but I am willing to bet they will also find a way to fail at being pot dealers when they have a legal monopoly, much the way Illinois has.
  • Are diabetics addicted to insulin?
  • Math isn’t organic to the universe. Numbers are adjectives. Just words. Math doesn’t exist outside of the human mind. Of course it is biased.
  • The Drug War is a jobs program for people with a uniform fetish – people the private world won’t hire because they know what’s up. They aren’t trying to achieve what Portugal is doing. Quite the opposite if I had to guess.
  • I fear our nation will not go back after COVID and fix all the excesses we have witnessed. I am picking the MI Gov as an example, but no one in this country has done a good job. I think blanket amnesty first, then truth and reconciliation next. These crisis don’t come with an instruction manual, and most excesses were naive, and so punishment and censure isn’t needed. Forgiveness and correction are.
  • I have taken it recently too. The coverage of it is over-the-top dumb.
  • Why am I only hearing about this now?
  • Where is the lie?
  • Of all the areas I’d like to see some evolution in, the extra wrist artery wasn’t on the list.
  • Looks interesting.
  • They are all corrupt. To a one.
  • The desire to control the feelings of others knows no border.
  • Things are so bad I have to commend Glen Beck. Hurts – but not enough to turn away the support. Any port in a storm.