Tim Barrus Blog
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Blue Ridge Mountains
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The only way up here is you take this path or go home. I have a bunch of signs that said: Radiation Zone. Any of the horses around here will know this path, and they also know that they will be well-fed. I am getting hate mail again. I am…
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Shake Your Kitty
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Good Ideas Hit a Brick Wall
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SPED? Are you kidding me. Look around. At what we have now. It’s criminal. We are talking inclusion here. The scientists need to study a bit of history. At one point, we all thought inclusion would work.
It didn’t work because no system wants to look at the symptomatic…
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This Is Not About a Cult
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Bus Stations are often places of the swirling dust. Some bus stations were gas stations. Liquor stores. Laundromats. Church parking lots. Diners. He would arrive at the bench and sit for hours. No one thought that talking to his voices on this bench was odd. He had a lot of…
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The Ha Ha
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The layering makes a lot of sense. When we want to connect with other people, it’s more a matter of two brains scanning each other. The operant word here is: smell. Those with it are like the witches in the father christmas tales where it has to be in the…
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Autism
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I just can’t belong to the autistic tribe. And they don’t want me, anyway.
You can’t keep all the hurtful stuff at arm’s length and that is expressed in compelling ways, I was diagnosed with autism at age 6 by school psychologists. Why. Because I was reading. Especially Marx, physics,…
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U R only 1 person With Only 1 Voice So Pretend 2 Have a Thousand & This Is Hubris
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You are one person. One voice. One way of seeing what might be real. Just Being a Homo Sapien’s Sapien, for all these sapiens, it seems little progress has been at what would be a self-generated evolution that at least hopefully wants to save the world.
It is a disgusting,…
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The Ghosts of Appalachia
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Herbert and Helsinki are old. They live on an island in Appalachia. In other words, they’re my neighbors. They have a boat. It is a little boat. They grow corn, make whiskey, and ride shotgun on their dirt bike. My bike is bigger than their bike. Your bike is your…
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He Jests at Scars But Never Had One
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It took him a long time of agony and fear to say “Good morning,” And yet his eyes flashed just at the same time I was telling him it was nice to see him, and in this social setting he flinched a lot. Then, his eyes kept their slow cosmic…