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Month: October 2025
Taking my time…
Taking in the scene.
Home. 17:06
Leaving early tomorrow. Going through backpack, trying to pack minimally, but it’s hard not to bring both laptops, and the iPad. Should I keep the iPad at home? Or… no, take it to work. Write the book there. 17:07, want a sparkling water. Thirsty, ready for the curriculum finalizing tomorrow and this whole week. Plan…
A shot from yesterday. I mean, day before. At the mountain.
Isolated path, taking a minute for me, SELF. Quiet. I didn’t need anything, I wished for nothing. Simply seeing me, that moment’s Mike Madigan and what he was. Examining his thoughts and the quality of his meditation. The same being done today, but more precision in that snow-scape.
Pause… mindfully
silly manuscript.
Going forward with the SHU project, and soon business. Not just a sales thing. More.
Marketing and brand assembly, storytelling and narration. Fetching debit card in a sec, then securing the domain. But then I pause and stay in a mindful stay at this counter, with coffee. My first and last here at the house after the latte with Nurse. Randomness, the unexpected, Postmodern and easily visible notes and stories…
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10-18-25 08:41, up and heading to coffee. Are we bringing Oliver, the Nurse asked. I expressed indifference, which means I’d rather not. Only ‘cause he gets excited and anxious and panicky when in sight of other dogs. Behind on wedding countdown project. Need to be better. Tending to now. 10:27 back at house. Coffee and…
Meditation…
Collect SELF, love Now.
Still Tired from the Drive — 09:44
Still wrecked from yesterday’s road trek-sail — miles and madness, fucking 101 Peninsula traffic, gas station Diet Coke, and some talk radio chatterbox screaming about the end of traditional advertising. Home now. Working. Or performing the ritual theater of IT. My IT.Calendar’s mercifully thin — a couple things to swat at later. How long was…
Then…. Tycho comes on. One of my go-to artists and playlists when driving to the office from VV.
Sun coming out. Rain called and predicted but rays make me tilt my screen a certain way so there’s no obstruction. NO OBSTRUCTION, the Universe instructs…. Aims for day, and going to be quite vocal about them I just thought – COMPLETE FAST, into mid-afternoon. And… no wine. At event, or home. Mind called to…
Driving to Burlingame in about 90 minutes. Q4 event for the Field Sales Team.
Ideas already on the PowerPoint slides, but others being cooked while here. Nurse left about 13 minutes ago. Not common I work here by myself. Today’s theme of Quiet Offensive, over and over repeating internally. An I’m a wheel repeating in solution, no over-annunciation or even light acknowledgement of problems. Not now, not today. Not…
New Plan for a New Week — 14:41
New plan, again. New week. Same brain squatters. Fucking rent-free parasites – loud, and ungrateful as ever. Other energies — the uninvited guests of thought — have dragged their rusty-ass 1970s-looking lawn chairs into my thinking again, arguing about nothing, drinking my pricier wines. Devils. Me — trying to hold a meeting with myself on…
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