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Moment of Zen: Baseball


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Weather Migraine

With Debby now a tropical depression, she’s heading my way. Though she’s expected to mainly be west of us in northern New York on a track for Montreal, we will still get a significant amount of rain. We don’t need more rain right now as some of our rivers are still high and at risk of flooding.

One of the things I do not miss from living in the South is tropical storms and hurricanes. These storms are low pressure systems which means they wreak havoc on my migraines. I’ve always had some of my most severe migraines when there are low pressure systems.

While it’s always caused migraines, it’s a bit worse these days because of the trigeminal neuralgia (TN). It’s sort of like people who have an old injury that acts up when it rains, the TN causes nerve pain in the right side of my face. Think of three electric shocks originating form about you ear and traveling to your eye, your nose, and down your jaw. 

My TN started acting up yesterday and continues this morning. Thankfully, I’m working from home today and can take it easy. I have work to do, but I can take frequent breaks when needed.

For anyone who’s had or will have effects from Debby, I hope you are staying safe, and for everyone, I hope you have a wonderful weekend ahead!


Pics of the Day: International Cat Day Edition

Isabella pic of the week:


RIP Billy Bean

On Monday, Billy Bean (May 11, 1964 – August 6, 2024) passed away after battling acute myeloid leukemia since 2023. He was 60. Bean was the second Major League Baseball player to come out publicly. Glenn Burke had come out in 1982. Both came out after retiring from baseball. I particularly remember Bean coming out (I was too young when Burke came out), because I was in the midst of figuring out my own sexuality. He came out publicly to Lydia Martin of the Miami Herald in 1999. Bean became a bit of a celebrity after coming out. I remember him as a panelist on GSN’s I’ve Got a Secret revival in 2006. I remember thinking how handsome he was. 

Bean was appointed MLB’s first “Ambassador for Inclusion” on July 15, 2014. In this role, Bean counseled David Denson, who became the first minor league player signed to an MLB organization to come out as gay. Bean was never really known as an outstanding player during his career. Instead, Bean achieved more off the field, becoming a symbol of inclusion and empathy, in a sport that didn’t (and still doesn’t) always have large quantities of either. He’d rise to become MLB’s senior vice president for DEI and special assistant to the commissioner.

Bean changed lives and influenced others to come out. MLB commissioner Rob Manfred said in a statement, “Our hearts are broken today as we mourn our dear friend and colleague, Billy Bean, one of the kindest and most respected individuals I have ever known. Billy was a friend to countless people across our game, and he made a difference through his constant dedication to others. He made Baseball a better institution, both on and off the field, by the power of his example, his empathy, his communication skills, his deep relationships inside and outside our sport, and his commitment to doing the right thing. We are forever grateful for the enduring impact that Billy made on the game he loved, and we will never forget him.”

He may have been one of the first gay role models I remember. There were of course other gay role models before him, but he’s the first one I think that came to my attention. I can’t say that Bean greatly influenced my coming out (I was already out when he was on I’ve Got a Secret), though baseball in general did influence my own realization that I am gay. I remember when I was twelve years old and saw Jose Canseco play for the Oakland Athletics in the 1989 World Series. He was so beautiful, but good lord, the years of steroids and hard living have not been good to him. Still, back then, I collected his baseball cards and even had posters of him in my bedroom. Sadly, after my parents found out I was gay, those posters were ripped down and thrown away by my mother. I also remember getting a Ryne Sandberg baseball card as a prize in a box of cereal. I think I instantly fell in love. The point is my fascination with baseball players is one of the things that helped me realize that I am gay. I still love to watch baseball, though I usually only watch college baseball. I’m not a fan of major league sports.

William Daro Bean
(May 11, 1964 – August 6, 2024)


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Waking Up

For the past several mornings, Isabella has not been what woke me up. It has still been a bit after 4 am, but she was not the cause. She was, however, the reason I got out of bed. Once she realizes that I’m awake, she is relentless. No, what’s been waking me up have been dreams. I rarely remember my dreams. In the 17,052 nights of my life, I probably have woke from 

dreams that I remembered less than two (or three at the most) dozen times. It’s very rare for me. It’s especially rare for this particular type of dream.

So for me to wake from dreams four mornings in a row is a new experience. The thing about these dreams has been that they weren’t normal dreams, not even nightmares, these were all highly erotic dreams. Each one has been distinctly different. I’m not complaining. It’s been a nice way to wake up. Though, I don’t think it’s been the dreams that woke me up, per se, but instead it’s been the morning wood. I don’t know how other guys my age or older are, but waking with an erection is no longer an every morning occurrence like it was ten years ago.

Anyway, like most dreams, the details have sadly become fuzzy. However, I have vague remembrances on the details of these dreams. I might have been able to remember them a bit more clearly if I’d been allowed to take care of my sunrise salute, but Isabella is far too impatient. She wants me to feed her as soon as I wake up. It’s difficult to take care of such hard situations when a cat keeps meowing and getting in the way.

Who knows how long these dreams will last, but I’ll enjoy them while I can.


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He Goads Himself

He Goads Himself
By Louis Untermeyer

And was it I that hoped to rattle
  A broken lance against iron laws?
Was it I that asked to go down in battle
  For a lost cause?
Fool! Must there be new deaths to cry for
  When only rottenness survives?
Here are enough lost causes to die for
  Through twenty lives.
What have we learned? That the familiar
  Lusts are the only things that endure;
That for an age grown blinder and sillier,
  There is no cure.
And man? Free of one kind of fetter,
  He runs to gaudier shackles and brands;
Deserving, for all his groans, no better
  Than he demands.
The flat routine of bed and barter,
  Birth and burial, holds the lot…
Was it I that dreamed of being a martyr?
  How—and for what?
Yet, while this unconcern runs stronger
  As life shrugs on without meaning or shape,
Let me know flame and the teeth of hunger;
  Storm—not escape.

About the Poem

In the poem “He Goads Himself” by Louis Untermeyer the speaker explores feelings of disappointment and the struggle against the rooted systems and beliefs. The complexity of the poem emerges from exploring how the speaker’s understanding of themselves and the world evolves over time of about the general beliefs about life.

About the Poet

Louis Untermeyer, born October 1, 1885, in New York City, was a poet, essayist, critic, and anthologist. The author and editor of many collections, including the popular anthology of children’s verse, The Golden Treasury of Poetry (Golden Press, 1959), he served as the fourteenth consultant in poetry to the Library of Congress, known today as the United States poet laureate. He died on December 18, 1977.