Dave Postal's 2019 Outrunning Depression With Scrabble Tour

January 29, 2019 This depresses me daily. Why? Why? Why? Regardless of whether Donald Trump colluded, conspired or had all night pajama parties with the Russians, shouldn’t we as a country want to find out exactly what the Russians did during the 2016 election and determine what the punishment and/or fix should be?   Certainly I hate Private Bonespurs as much as any other lefty on the planet, but is the main reason why Repooplicans aren’t concerned about this is because it would de-legitimize the 2016 election and harm the credibility of the Tweeter-In-Chief?   First off, he seems wholly capably of harming credibility all on his own, but immaterial of that, I am willing to concede that even if whatever the Russians did or didn’t do to affect the outcome of the election, don’t we as Americans have a right to know what happened?   Simply knowing everything they tried to do (regardless of who might have helped them do it) and what we plan on doing about th...

You Say You Want A Resolution?   January 27, 2019 Long Beach I have given a lot of thought to all the loving outreach I received last week concerning my last post about depression.    First off to everyone who responded, thank you, thank you, thank you.  Your concern for me is touching.  Sometimes in the bubble of my own isolation, it is impossible to get any perspective.  At the same time, I also realize that for every time someone reaches out for help, ninety nine other times they don’t.  It’s not easy, but I believe that judicious use of the “lifeline” is advisable.   I am also keenly aware that one red flag involves “falling through the cracks”.  Leaning into or testing the idea of what would happen if I just “disappeared” is a morbid precursor in the presumption that nobody would miss me if I was gone.  I am not comfortable with this notion and I am calling myself on it…right here, right now!  If a...

I’ll Give You Something To Be Depressed About January 23, 2019   Long Beach, CA Yes,   it has been a long time since I posted anything.   Yes, I felt like I was pledging to post every day, live my life in a sort of real time-real world purge of idealistic adventures and meaning, self and world betterment theories, bon mots, keen observations and witty celebrations of the joie d’vivre that at best I am faking and at least I am projecting as an alter ego character of my tarnished soul.    Pave Dostal, anyone? And unfortunately depression got in the way.   Fucking depression.    The giant turd in the drain of life that mostly gets flushed away by some unseen hand of God and/or municipality that I never have to look at again, unless perhaps I go swimming in the ocean (but let’s not go there now).   Depression seems to shut down my personal government, making it impossible to legislate around any of the conditions of my life w...

What Is Wrong With Us? Miami Beach, FL January 10, 2019 I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  Counter to what Ariana Huffington suggests, which is to detach yourself from your media/phones/tablets/laptops at least one half hour before bedtime, I invite all of the media pundits into bed with me for a raucous night of horizontal partisan somnabulism.   Richard Painter, Jill Wein-Banks, David Jolly and their ilk all don their nighties and crawl under the covers to hell raise on the sad state of domestic affairs.  My hope is their clear-eyed view of what in hell's blazes is going on in our country will lull me into a sense of security about how everything that's happened since November 2016 will all turn out okay someday and I am not losing my mind. Last night didn't do the trick.  It was a grim night of attacks on reality, the rule of law, the judiciary process, immigrants and more.  Usually I fall asleep in the "A" block of Rachel M...

January 3 Long Beach Why I Love Scrabble I am getting prepared for the first leg of my 2019 Scrabble Tour and honestly I don't know exactly what I am going to write in answer to the question "Why do I love Scrabble?".  Certainly flying across the country and visiting my dear pals Howard and John and playing cards and lazing by the beach and the pool would be enough of a fun vacation.  Visiting my old buddy Jeff in Miami and Maaahk (stress Boston accent) in Ft. Lauderdale are always enriching experiences, visiting a client who finances my adventures is a good tax-write off decision and always a decent excuse for a trip, hanging with my aunts and/or cousins would be satisfying taken alone.  Playing pinball with Roy and Maddy at the Silverball Museum in Del Rey Beach could easily occupy three or four days of my life and the prospect of visiting with my co-star in my high school production of "Fiddler On The Roof" who I haven't seen in 42 years is also on ...

January 2, 2019 West Hollywood, CA What’s The Point? Let me just first say that I have a decades-old diagnosis of dysthymia, which is a “mild” form of chronic depression.   I am pretty dispassionate about it because, after all, it’s just a thing I have, replete with its own set of limitations, symptoms and pitiable characteristics.   It’s hard to talk about this, because it’s sort of like complaining about the remote not working on your third garage door.    In a world where people are grappling with some serious stuff, it’s hard to catastrophize feeling blue at my comfy, ocean view condo in tony Signal Hill, California.     And there are far worse things to be sick from and certainly George and Amal Clooney are not in the early stages of organizing a telethon for me or anything, I am just offering this point up for a glum perspective of the “we all have crosses to bare” variety.   From what I can glean from other people with depression, I pr...

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