It is a cold day but not a winter day. Feels more like autumn or spring. I hope it doesn’t snow in the summertime. This morning I woke up freaking out. Realizing it’s Jan 08 and I hadn’t published a single poem, just been working on that damn story. I feel better now that two are out in the wild.
I wish I had a counting house and could eat bread and honey. Or bread and condense milk – even better. Or bread and pancake syrup (aka syrup sandwiches).
Sometimes instead of reading, I will watch the news. Recently, I’ve been looking at Power & Politics. I’m also thinking of watching FOX News and redeveloping my relationship with The Agenda – I’ve always liked Steve Paikin (I’m certain that show’s been on for decades – but I could be wrong). At the same time, I don’t want to be talking to the void like dad does. I’ll hear him yelling at who, I don’t know. Dad’s always been a news guy – I remember 1010 Wins – all news all the time, on the radio. And mom lived on CNN and FOX – which is pretty cool, knowing what I know now.
For my birthday lunch, Bossman gave us a few media aggregate sites and I recently found a media bias chart. Anyway, our lunch convo and watching people avoid answering questions (which bugs me to no end) prompted the writing of Ammunition. I don’t know if I believe in a center – but I’ve never discussed or researched this, it is only my personal feeling which comes with its own ignorance. BUT … to truly be center, wouldn’t you have to report on everything with the same perspective slant as a left or right person/organization? I should not infer that “center” is unbias.
My footbottom, i.e.: the bottom of my foot or sole, if you prefer, is hurting from minor blisters. Too much mileage time on my feet. Couch potatoes don’t have this problem. It’s been a busy week and the weekend flew by. Like literally, I was looking out the window and it waved at me.
Tomorrow is supposed to be Dre’s first day at work.
Sun Jan 08, 2023
— Samantha Williams —