S2 E23 — Gaping Loss No Amount of Mourning Will Heal

March came in like a lion and left us feeling like this was the start of a Great Recession rewind …  But, then is this what’s really going on?

The Tau of Steves: What You Don’t Know Could Fill a Book

“5”  Steve Smith, 30: Each bit of information has a particular frequency. When you share information, you share the vibrational tone of it, too. Vibrations change what’s around them. Choose carefully what you share.” Gemini

Hi and welcome to Saturday’s Episode 23 of the Second Season’s  My Pandemic Year’s Natural Experiment, on April 4th in the spring of 2020 here in California.

Previously in Season Two, the Pandemic Year

S2 E22Paranoid Rose Review and Traffic-Copped Check Out Lines; S2 E21Cycles of History Rhyming with Endlessly Disruptive Rhythms?; S2 E20Panic, Fertilizer and Least Expected Meaningful Moments

Related from Season One, the Normal Year

S1 E23Day 23 of My 1-Year Experiment; S1 E22Day 22 of My 1-Year Experiment; S1 E21Day 21 of My 1-Year Experiment; S1 E20Day 20 of My 1-Year Experiment;


“The digital era has turned what was once unconscious into a very conscious act of curation.” — Holiday Mathis

But, then …

“You’ve lost weight.”  That was the first thing I noticed, but kept to myself while the percolator grumbled to a halt and I unfolded the morning newspaper.  

“What, no more mega-rich hot properties to sustain you?” I said nothing.  

Thinner paper. Fewer sections commanding their separate but equal identities.  

It reminded me of the days, weeks and months leading up to our summer vacation just a few years ago when real estate news was no news.  

It was status quo. Then later hit its groove bullying its way back into the California news.  Now what? 

“You’re becoming anorexic,” I kept to myself.  

At  least you showed up on time, when the family room glare reflected off the darkened french doors leads me from the front door into the chilly blackness at 5:23 am.

Craving that dark smudge of newspaper ink on the tips of our thumb, and pointy-finger and bird flipping fingers Emma the Baroness and I settled into our family room facing couches to recommend articles we each scanned briefly.  

We traded Chris Erskine’s column with each other, now post loss of his wife and adult son, for his take on the human condition:

Hostage Day No. 21: At some point, men will need haircuts and the nail salons will be forced to reopen, or this thing could get really ugly. As it is, a lot of husbands are discovering that their wives have been coloring their hair. Once relationship secrets like that start spilling out, where does it end? 

Turns out the Chardonnay Moms in our little town require a bit of maintenance. The husbands require almost zero. Once in a while, you splash them with a little Lysol. “OK, dear, turn around,” the wives then say, and blast them with the garden hose. 

We live now in a world of our own small, comforting habits. Everyone is coping differently. 

My bored son and I pass long days practicing his driving. We drive round and round in giant loops, admiring the mushroom clouds of spring. Look, whatever gets you through the night. 

I try not to judge. Heck, I barely move. I’ve worn the same pair of PJs during my entire captivity. I sit around reading dog-eared Ken Kesey novels and listening to Kenny Rankin records. I thumb my ear as if there’s a bug in there somewhere. 

My daughter Rapunzel confesses to, once or twice a day, pausing to take a few deep breaths to test her lungs.

When I feel scared, I imagine striking out the ’27 Yankees. I pitch Babe Ruth nothing but butterfly changeups and dirty curveballs. I zing him tight on the chin. He laughs a little and flicks the next pitch into the North Atlantic. 


But, then …


The question now turns to which TauBits of Wisdom might lift the surrounding darkness and lighten the mood?  Right, no legitimate Tau for Zahnny, the Fonze, Emma the Baroness nor me, so skipping then to those other four Steves who are ripe for the picking, eh?

Random ones that make me want change my sign.

Wait, Smithy, are you synching up your Holiday Tau with well, Holiday Mathis’ curation insight — flipping from unconscious to consciously intended? Or is your’s operating on a physics string theory kind of rhythm? 

You’re making me stand on my tip toes to grab, “Rhythms of Vision: The Changing Patterns of Belief” published in 1975 by Lawrence Blair, Ph.D. off our top book shelf. 

“5”  Steve Smith, 30: Each bit of information has a particular frequency. When you share information, you share the vibrational tone of it, too. Vibrations change what’s around them. Choose carefully what you share.” Gemini

So Coach Kerr, you’re going to have to help me out with your provocative Holiday Tau. I hope it’s not how I felt the economic and political vibrations signal another Great Recession, so be prepared.  I hope it’s about Kobe Bryant being inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame instead. 

“5”  Steve Kerr, 54:You’ll experience an instance of poetic justice. This is the most delicious happening of the week and is best savored instead of shared, as its meaning is mostly relevant to you.” Libra

Haha.  As if this passion project isn’t enough to stretch my essence and reputation (real, but probably imagined) I hope you are right.

“4”  Steve Aoki, 41: You know who you are, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try new styles of being. The more confident you are in your essence, the less you need to cling to one way of presenting yourself.” Sagittarius

What’s Going On

Literally Bottled and Set Adrift from KnowWhere Atoll 

    • @knowlabs followers or one or more of my 35 digital magazines jumped from 1,481 to 1532.




    • “Rhythms of Vision: The Changing Patterns of Belief” published in 1975 by Lawrence Blair, Ph.D. “Whereas our outer, rational memories show us only brief span on the surface of history behind us, our inner memories — through myth and symbol — detect currents of meaning beneath the future as well.”“The outer chaos and confusion of our time is but the disturbance which characterizes the metamorphosis of all great rhythms, or aeon’s, into a new one; but inwardly, the iron-filings of a special kind of related knowledge are already polarizing themselves around a new pattern of Meaning, revealing that a deeper knowledge of universal laws in contingent on a deeper knowledge of the self, and the schism between the two wolds of science and religion is beginning to heal and to merge into a single majestic river of vision.”

Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons

Inspired by: Holiday Mathis – Creators Syndicate


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