Yes, here I am again with more literary sewage! Sit down, pull up a chair ,and listen to what i have to say...it's not important, but I need an audience. I am aware that I am most likely my only reader, but I live in hope that others read what I write and connect with it. I guess it's a desperate attempt to surround myself with similar people, so i won't feel like such an inadequate freak, or an emasculated man. I wish to start an Epicurean society of artistic people. Anyone game?

There is a new vaccine that will be available shortly that will eliminate stress and addictive personality. Like most vaccines, it rots your brain, eating away key ares that are responsible for personality and motivation. I am not gonna go into detail about it here. If you want to know more, research it yourself.
It's interesting that the timing of this vaccine directly correlates with my own longing to control my emotions; i once delved into emotion because it was a key part of my artistic personality, but recent times have shown me how important it is to control my emotions, so that they don't control me. i do not intend to destroy my brain and entirely eliminate my ability to feel though. Even though I was very badly depressed, I realized that to lose the bad stuff, you also must give up the good. Is it worth it? I don't think so!

I find myself needing to have a reason to write these blogs. Why do I write them, when no one reads them? It makes no sense, unless I look at it as a kind of online diary that is not prone to aging like an actual diary is. This will always be here, online, for god knows how long.

Well, I'm looking forward to getting back home to civilization. I miss so many things about life in Dublin, not least of which are my loved ones. I look forward to be able to walk in St. Anne's' park again, and head to various pubs and cafes that I liked.

Work on my novel is starting to come along again. My writing has really improved - to the point where I am comfortable with grammar and punctuation, which used to be so mysterious that I was scared to actaully write in a committed way, because I lacked the confidence in my ability to accurately express myself the way I wanted to. I am stuck on the technical details as far as crime scene work, Gardai and detectives go. When I'm back home, I'm gonna personally get in contact with a Garda or detective, or just buy some Irish crime novels and work with those.
It's time I committed to my writing, as it is the only thing that I have left that may provide a career for me. My music was my first love, and I was very good at it. I was lucky enough to be in a great band, and i am thinking about starting back up when I get home, but i need writing because it's more practical and I only rely on myself to get it done.

Well, that's all the random thoughts that I can share right now. I gotta get my shit together, and I must start packing up stuff and shipping other stuff home,because I leave for Seattle in three weeks.

Love

Ken