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Author Archives: Robert Hubbard
living The Dream
Back at what used to be my haunt. When Starbucks’ prices rose right after Covid, I stopped using their facilities as my office away from home. Too expensive. My recent birthday brought in a couple of gift cards and I am back for a time. Yum, an $8 latte! Thing is, I really enjoy sittingContinue reading “living The Dream”
Caution
Proceed with caution, dear audience. The possibilities follow imagination. Take good care to remain positive, to find humour where there is none, to enjoy that the dentist’s face is often upside down…. There is more to come, I have awakened once again.
I did not mean it
this time or that other time. I stand humbled by algorithm and the need to express myself. I am as weak as any other one of us. The designers of social media programs have done their homework and we are vulnerable. Being the human being that we are often challenged to be is not anContinue reading “I did not mean it”
I Mean It This Time
I just deactivated Facebook. I mean it this time, I mean it this time…I mean it. The powers that are, keep pushing AI upon us. Now, that unworkable technology is going to upend our world in rapid ways that we will not be able to defend against. Quit these people, everyone. Take the money awayContinue reading “I Mean It This Time”
Flawless
Flawless The best of it was:two cats,each a semi-Nautilus,one the yin,the other yang on my lap,snoozingorsoaring on the soundmade by my own voice,lungs open,everything part of the one thing,music, bird, manormischievous breeze,teasing at hide and seek,onesummer afternoon,while work wiltedorthat young lad,when I was a young lad,who,lay near and next and kindaliked it,too. That was theContinue reading “Flawless”
The Butterfly Migrations
The Butterfly Migrations Imagine a place where sun shines, exactly as is best for you. That is home. There are more places you must be, at times and, often, without perfect weather to feel, there can be what is merely tolerable, enough to fill a hungry day. Sun arrives, sun goes away. I see you,Continue reading “The Butterfly Migrations”
A Day Grey
I am turning a page, a leaf. I am forward, backward, all agog. Arise, arise.
What I See
On a cold day, I sit comfortable, surrounded and kept from what is real by the steel and glass of human pretension, our magnificent folly. Through a slanted window I watch while squirrels busy themselves at mundane procedures. The mundane is necessary of us all, ordered by God, if you will, or by the inertiaContinue reading “What I See”
A Bad Dog, Barking
We are, I am so full of electronic living. A Violet glow of flimsy shadow slides me down deeper into button-tufted marshmallow – the faux-leather quicksand where thousands have already died. Oh! the high fidelity screams! Oh! the colour-balanced terrors, all fifty-five inches of them interlaced! The worst of everything smears our face. Like LittleContinue reading “A Bad Dog, Barking”
Robert On The Air 