A MIND FOREVER VOYAGING THROUGH STRANGE SEAS OF THOUGHT, ALONE


This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.



The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

THE WONDERS OF THE INTERNET

I don't know who came up with the idea for Craigslist, I assume it was Craig, but it was a wonderful tool.  It's like a high tech garage sale.  Just list what you got for sale and then people email you without knowing your name or email address and buy your stuff from you.

And, like everything else in life, something that started out good and cool has now become a cesspool of corruption.  Recently I'd listed a stack of books, a bed frame, a TV, and some art work I had for sale.  TV, crap it went fast, should of asked for more.  The rest, not so quickly.  But what I also found was a bunch of prostitutes now using craigslist to advertise their services.  They don't list on Craiglist, as far as I know, I haven't really looked for hookers on their web site, but they answer messages, primarily the books listing, and talk about how hot and serious I sound blah blah blah.

Oh, pictures too.  Bad advertising for one girl, unless you like overweight swanky women I guess.

So now I've probably gotten over a dozen babes offering themselves to me over the internet.  I don't even read them anymore, the first few lines show up in the mail listing.  I'm not even responding to emails anymore, if you don't include the phone number, I just delete the message.

I don't mind people making a living and if you want to do it that way, it's your life, it's your body, make your choices I guess.  But it sure has ruined the experience of a high tech garage sale.  On the other hand, what an interesting real garage sale that would be!

By the way, I still have three limited edition Doolittle prints, signed and numbered, and a classic 22 year old Wysocki signed and numbered for sale.

No hookers please.

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