(Please advise, dear reader, on really special things.
I can't be in two places at once. Not yet.)

Announcing The Almies Award. Free entry, $1,000 prize. Christmas, 2012. Email me.

A link anywhere at all on all of Wilson's Almanac does not indicate approval, but my interest and recommendation.
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Microminibliss

I launched this in the Courier-Sun Public Notices, on April 13, 2011.
I found one Google mention of 'Microminibliss' later that day.
April 14, it had five. Then my CPU & monitor died separately.
By April 21, there were 1,600.
Then seven hours later, it said 54,600 - so Google can be flaky too!
Anzac Day/Easter Monday after my return from two-up, 'About 1,450 results'. That's more bet. Our Idiocracy!

(Looked yet? Hooked on it yet? And the Almy yet? Great! Welcome, cobber/cobberess. Let's rock!!!)
I can relax, can't even be bothered to look at them all. If anyone really objects to my stuff, they can email me.
Do I look like I care? I know wrinkles can age a chap, but, hey, you gotta admit aging. Everyone's in it.
Might put it in the hands of my lawyer mates. Thanx Baz le Tuff, for lending me stuff.

It goes up, down. The world's a mind of its own, but not my mind, one would hope, nor mine.
But thank you, as the ad-men try to bullshit you and me, "most sincerely".

Announcing! The new $5,000 Almy Award (free entry).

Microminibliss is proudly brought to you by your almanackist's damaged short- and long-term memories, muscular injury around my eyes, a faulty computer, erratic electricity supply, extremely poorly changed various softwares (for example his html editor) and devices such as the operating system of his Nokia mobile phone, the inexplicable or untimely loss or theft of many or his 'necessities' (car, computer, camera, garden tools, landline phone, mobile phone ... don't get him started) caches of many websites such as Google, broken promises by police, three months imprisoned in an Australian hospital for brain damage that was like a concentration camp, and a rather good sense of humour.

It's great being the only male Pip on the block, AFAIK. There were four in my early classes at primary school. "Yes, sir!"
There were 48 kids in that classroom at Penno Primary. Small as ankle-biters deserve, brass monkeys there half the year.
A brain injury survivor/thriver has asked me to increase point size, spacing. OK now? Please read on. And ... kindly Refresh page if typos or content bug you. If you think I'm pulling you won't know. Always do such shenanigans.
Speak with me. It's not that I've got nowt to chat about. Nothing to say? I accept, truth, learning, TBI ... Lotsa stuff.

More in Postscript at the bottom of this long page. I hope you bear with me.
I didn't call it an 'e-book' because it would be short. My ad says it has a focus on Bello.
That's true. And a focus on me and other matters. Ad lines cost a wee bit too much.
If you think Micrimibliss is 'all about Pip', that's true. But only partly true.
There's too much brain injury going around. Not just among people with TBI. Careful!
Thanks, all at Bellingen Courier-Sun, for helping with the launch. Great rates, service.
Read on if you must. I guess we're all (grandfathers too) free citizens of a democracy.

Microminibliss

I was going to name it Minibliss but my googling didn't like that word.
Calling it Nirvana might have been nice, but it was ill advised.
The only Microminibliss in Google, so you can tell anyone, write it anywhere,
stick the name in your shop window, wherever you are in the world, I'd guess this'll work in all the continents Almanac subscribers live in, make a card (I do) ... it's all free, all easy promo.
The word 'quiz' was coined by a C19 London graffitist. The word stuck.
Did I write it out of the goodness of my heart? Yes. Fishing for dollars? Yes.
Do I ever catch any? Rarely. Ten bucks any time helps greatly. Got enough?
If you have no home or food, ask me for food if you can and I'll send some.
I never give cash to alkies, I offer a sandwich. Not that I think you're a drunk.
I've never missed a meal in my life. That means I live in the West.

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In 1992 or so, I self-published under the imprint Poet Lorikeet Press.
On March 27, 2009, Marti Guy introduced me to Poetry Night, at her
BellaBookCafe in Church Street, as the 'Poet Lorikeet of Bellingen'.
I've toyed with the idea of relinquishing that honorific, but wish to retain it.
If, because of my Extreme TBI, I've forgotten that
I gave, or 'lost', the title to someone, kindly inform me.
As I believe not, I'll continue to 'wear that crown' till then.

After weeks and months of writing Microminibliss, I half-launched it, and said online it might take more weeks or months. Challenges like money, research, Pip, software, hardware, etc ... many more that I won't bore either of us with. And if you're a stalking 'victim', I was stalked every day once, for 18 months, stabbed a lot, nearly died. I'm over it, but I have some tips, without violence. I won't say why, or about her, but I dig to share on 'male stalking'. In Oz, maybe you'll get a deaf ear, called sexist, maybe take your kids. I guess I'm selfish. But I'll try.

Less than two hours later, it was done. Uploaded. Checked and rechecked. Such, my friends, is neuroplasticity!*

Now, I'm back to my old 15 hours or more a day on the Almanac, not 8. It's my life's work (potted history), so maybe I should say 24. (I used to be in a routine of 8 hrs, a short nap, then 7.) I'm still doing it whether I'm almanacking, coffeeing, gardening, anything. I'm not trying to impress, only to impress. I ain't advertising, I'm sharing. I believe in hope. Not enough do.

Thanks to my good and patient friend Nora from Ireland, who showed me that I'd typed a colon in the wrong place of http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/images/julia_family.jpg. I liked the way she used the word Corrigenda in her email, Corrigenda is the name of the page in Wilson's Almanac for people to go to if they want to correct something.
Brain injured people, arise! Pass it on! SABI people especially welcome, but all are.
You don't agree with my 'politics'? A good stoush is fine. I think I'm a good loser, and you might even win, so say what you want in an email. I used to reply to about 100 emails before morning coffee. That's slowed down, so have I in some ways, but I'm way faster in others.

Feedback's very welcome. If you can't type, or see well enough to type, I hope you can find someone who will help you do it, or do it for you.

We're playing those mind games together,
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds.
Playing the mind guerrilla,
Chanting the Mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever.
Some kinda Druid dudes lifting the veil.
Doing the mind guerrilla!
Some call it magic, the search for The Grail.
Love is the answer. and you know that for sure.
Love is a flower, you got to let it grow -
So keep on playing those mind games together!
Faith in the future, outta the now!
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas,
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind.
Yeah we're playing those mind games together,
Projecting our images in space and in time.
YES is the answer, and you know that for sure.
YES is surrender, you gotta let it go.
So keep on playing those mind games together,
Doing the ritual dance in the sun.
Millions of mind guerrillas!
Putting their soul power, to the karmic wheel.
Keep on playing those mind games together.
Raising the spirit, of peace and love!

Planting seeds. Scroll past John & Yoko. A huge page. I'm just ust trying to raise the sprit.

Brain and mind

 

 

1) It feels great not to be an arsehole all the time, or even for an hour. Doesn't feel good. It must be the brain injury, and I woke up after such a long coma. And I'm too old for bullshit like all the religious blokes, almost everyone since TV, billions of the poor sods, or not be a skeptic. I'm too old. I tell the truth, almost always. Doctors and police seem part of it, too, and there are only thousands of them. Truth doesn't seem a bad idea. Who do you trust? Yourself, I hope, and people you really do trust not to be brain damaged like me (LOL). So, maybe this helps anybody at all, though I'm outnumbered billions to one. I guess the main challenge is to avoid crap. Thank the non-Lord I killed my TV so many decades ago. I watch a very wee bit on Esmeralda, my computer, and that seems easier to me. Like most people I've meet, I also believe that people should be kind to each other. People seem to get 'hurt feelings', but do nothing for a starving, tortured kid anywhere. To me, think that's a million degrees out of proportion. Watching TV more than an hour a day, and allowing your kids to? I'd really bore you. I'm bossy, I know. Do something else but read me.

2) OK, let's go. I'm getting organ-zied, and hope you are too. If you or someone you know have some Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) problems, I hope this can help. I can only tell you how I recover, and you'll have to work out your own way. (For example, in 'rehab' I strongly had to resist karaoke See Kroakin' Rosie. I wrote that years ago!) Most of these tips are very short and easy to read. Some are a few words, some tend to go on a bit. I believe they might help some people, so I've loved doing it so far, and hope you read on, 'irregardless', as so many say (and so do I, in my rather bent sense of humous, and pleased to see it still googles 787,000 as against 163,000,000), of typos and other errors.

3) So many writers and poets from Timbuktoo to Bullabakanka (ok, more than half the known universe call it 'Bullamakanka', but I got stung by a b) have got caught up in word games (I've done it so much but I intend to stop now), and have forgotten or never knew the the power of the word to change this gawdforsaken world. People not going so well, maybe they'll fix it. I aim to avoid such folly. I mean not to offend my pals in Sydney, Bellingen, or wherever around the world. We've all gone astray. "Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world", said Shelley, husband of Mary Wollstonecraft, who wrote 'Frankenstein'.

4) All this stuff's for me, no longer trying to escape beds, wheelchairs, ropes (please excuse if you're squeamish like me), electronic anklets, alarms, misinformation, Australian 'hospitals', ridicule from the boss of one of them (not the best when you're waking from weeks of coma, with 71 days of Post Traumatic Amnesia, and not 5 cents in the pocket for 2 months - though they kept promising - so I could make a phone call, post a letter or buy a coffee), and having doctors insist that I was 48 when I was 57 (my brain injury, you know). I have three children, not two, as their 'notes' said. I doubt they believed me. Sigh. Royal Commission into the Royal! It sucks. Sometimes sharing double rooms with known criminals, liars, thugs (though some were, I sure made some good mates in rehab as well, and one of them was a bikie crim who found himself with TBI on the Pacific Highway, and years ago had accidentally been shot in the Milperra Massacre when he checked out of the pub door to hear what the gunshots were - it sounds like a cock and bull story, but I'm not too gullible, and I believed him. I sure saw all sorts of wounds on him, and he sure was one of the few mates I made there.) ... that 'therapy' ain't nice.

5) I've been a keen gardener for more than 40 years, and kept it up through journalism, PR and other office jobs. And I'm a tidiness freak. So, by nature, nurture and necessity, four months in a foreign land have given me much work to do on return, some of it hard. I don't think I've had so much fun since the young cops hundreds of miles from home apparently interviewed someone emerging from  a coma (Western Civilization is in a coma, but there's still a conscience - no amount of brain damage can destroy ethics; it just takes time to wake up, and it takes ages to say "I'm sorry") to see if he could help them catch a failed murderer (?). Microminibliss is a wee bit individualistic and 'human rights', but those are my nature, nurture and necessity as well.

6) Diary, journal and notes stuck on my computer help. My memories both long- and short-term are not great – there should be separate words for those – and I have no idea how long it will take to improve, if at all. I have great hope in neuroplasticity, self-management, and healing being slow. There are some great very short videos on neuroplasticity here at Google Videos. Any people who have any kind of TBI (only in the USA, 250,000 people are hospitalised annually with TBI, making it a too little-known, under-funded severe disability globally) whether from a baseball-head-impact injury, a car accident, sports, assault as in my case, war, etc, should get to know it better. We now know such things as a blind man who cycles, a woman born with literally half a brain living a normal life, and much more. If ever we were on the dawn of a new age, this is such a time. Only about ten years old, research is skyrocketing in discoveries; someone 'seeing' with their tongue is just one of many examples. The auto industry alone should fund it! Like which mega-billions multinational should pay for drug rehabilitation with those poor sad men and women in other people's pyjamas?

(By the way, lovely guys who tried to murder me, if you stumble upon me: I know I go on heaps about forgiveness and cornball stuff like that, and I believe it. But if you come near me in a not-nice way, I have my home so protected, and a large carving knife so at hand (like I once had to carry before every day for 18 months with a nutzo sheila trying to stab me to death), I assure that I'd put my grandies' Grandpa's life long before yours. From all one one work out from witness neighbours, long forgotten by the police, I fled from my home at night in August, chased by four men.

Reparations, please, Bayer.
Rehabs cost a wee bit of money, but
you made billions off the inventions
you sold with lies. Time to be nice.

7) Trust yourself. Weigh up advice from anywhere it comes, then trust yourself.

8) Keep on keeping it simple. There’s a reason for the Sabbath in so many cultures and faiths. It’s great to take at least one day a week not to do any work. My work might be housework or garden work; it might be thinking too much; it might be mental work: placing too many rules, debating someone else’s or my own concepts too much, worrying too much about myself or someone else, too much Net ... you choose. It’s your life, your body, your mind, your path through life, your attitude. Things like walking, housework, gardening, doing facial aerobics are my therapies, maybe not yours. Whatever feels good, do it. Don’t do it if you don’t want to – trust yourself. Or don’t do it if you don’t want to. Moods, views, experiences, etc, change like the weather.

9) Don’t look back (too much). If it’s not important, forget it. It’ll come back. If it doesn’t, forget it. Life’s too short for stuff like that.

10) My true loves, best therapies (all free) are solitude, weather, breathing, gardening, long sabbaths, chilling, a stroll up Red Ledge Lane to the Providore ("the Prov" as we call call it, and after more than three decades - it was about as big as my bathroom in those days, different people, but a very nice old-Bello boss has made it grow beautifully - I have mates there) and I like to give my adopted mare, Dakota, a carrot, and scraps of dumpster-diving food to Chutney & Chase the chooks. (And no more weekend homework for 'hospital'!) When I came to Bellingen in 1975 (though I first same in about 1963 to sit outside the ambo station under the camphor laurels and have a thermos cuppa and see where the Sara Quads' dad worked.) They were delivered by Doctor Hewitt, who ws the only doctpr in the whole region, and road on horseback from Dorrigo to Bello. An amateur botanist, he planted most of the shire's exotic trees, maybe even the camphor laurels, Some who care about such things (almost none left) made a wonderful walkway among this trees at the hospital he started. See some pix of the trees and staghorns. TV's fine, but more buttons to click. Exhausting for you. The tree nonsense is still a battle here after 35 years AFIK. A few in the shopping centre, hundreds on farms. The shopping centre ones must go! We really need shopping-mall-style development. Oh well ... in the 'olden days', if you settled here and didn't come from Bello, you were called a hippie. On the old pub cash register there was a sticker from a TV ad that said 'Feed the Man Meat'. Someone crossed out the word 'meat' and wrote 'hippies'. I think that's settled down, but I guess I'm still a hippie. Never been ashamed of it.

(A comic musical I wrote, just touching on how good Bello is, and how it's been declining over the past 35 years. If you click the photo, the link takes you to the script, more info, and photos. It was good for my mind to do it.)

How to: * Feel better * Think better * Act better Dramatically * Easily * Quickly CLICK for FeelGood

11) Neural pathways are constantly changing, so put in new messages. "Put new wine in old wineskin" says that older book. Make up you own if you don't dig either. It works amazingly well, bit by bit, in some time.

12) "I'm writing you on behalf of company blah blah. We have started a project that would bring considerable value to your users as well as appreciable revenue for your software." So I read in an email recently. My Internet provider gets quite a few bucks from me to block spam. Don't think you're brain damaged in a mad world. You might think more clearly than others.

13) Clean up your brain as you do your computer.

14) Ever known anyone that you think is a bit "touched in the head"? Maybe they were. Try some compassion, some open-mindedness, and a bit of learning. Corporations create a very poor curriculum.

15) I don't sweat the small stuff. Do you?

16) That, just above, highlights the Daylight Saving glitch. I've been caught out 4 times in my life, AFAIK. Once had me waiting on a street for a chemist to open. It's funny now, but wasn't then. The other 3 have been less not as bad, but hassles nonetheless. This year's, with my TBI, and a variety of extenuating circumstances, was another I'm already laughing about, but while I approve of Ben Franklin's alleged invention, I do think that there could be more prominent media announcements.

17) Another glitch with TBI. A friend phoned, I hurried up my dangerous hardwood stairs in my socks, and as I picked up the phone on my desk, I nearly slipped and damaged myself on my hardwood floor. I tried to be polite, but said "Everyone in my life knows that I only do telephones 9-5 (holy cow, another person had asked me if I meant 9-5 by day, or night). The person has a voice and name scarcely distinguishable to me from those or another person close in my life. My caller sounded so polite and forbearing, but must have thought I'm demented, which of course, I'm pretty near. It was about lunchtime. It took me an hour to work it out. (If you read this, my friend, I apologise! I wanted to ring but couldn't find your number, I wanted to walk to get it, but Huey was sending it down and it was cold (for me), if you know Aussie slang from Oz. I knew I had your number somewhere! Ah, the pleasures of damaged sight and memory, combined!) So, TBI people, I think I know just how you feel. Stuff like that literally challenges me about once an hour or so every day. For me, everything's 10 times too hard, and I'm fooling my brain that it's only 5. And thanks to all my corespondents who use large fonts, short messages, patience and regular changes of email or email thread wording. (When I edited Simply Living, my mum criticised its font size as too small, and I couldn't 'see' it. Now I do. And thanks to the FB friend who suggested I do the same here for TBI people. The older deserve it too. I'm considering even the Almy might get a bigger size.) My sight's no so bad, but my memory's the real disability. Thank gawd they didn't bash out the happiness nerves. I'm happy so much of the time, I move a lot. My blind neighbour sits and doesn't move a hair for hours. I'm fascinated by how people cope. Sure makes me respect individual differences more.

18) I keep using organic fertiliser on my brain. It might take years, but it will happen.

19) Turn on. Tune in. Drop a misconception about yourself today.

20) The word 'think' appears on this page about 30 times. That doesn't mean I'm a deep thinker. But I think we all should be one, as quickly as possible, and grow our imaginations fast too.

21) My true loves & best therapies (all that oft-misrepresented word, 'free') are solitude, weather, breathing, gardening, strolling, long sabbaths (no more homework in 'hospital'!), chilling, and giving my adopted around-the-corner mare Dakota a carrot, and scraps to Chutney and Chase.

22) Clean up your brain like you do your puter. Defrag, file, delete, make the desktop nicer.

23) Be lazy as much as you like. Or as often as you like. You'll know.

24) None of us escapes the Imp of the Perverse. Have fun escaping!

25) This one's 'War and Peace', so you kids play with your diaphragms while Pip rants. Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala Lalalalala ... whistle ... look at the ceiling ... lalalala ... whistle ... ... OK, littlies. Shoosh up this VERY instant. Vermin, if you don't want to see my cane Mister Discipline ... how many children have forgotten? Speak up, Whinegirl! Sit up straight xxxx or I'll send you to Mr Campbell and you'll have four of the best!!!! Oops. Sorry. Some primary school flashback. Here goes: I believe we all gave these kinds of experiences: Very many years ago I didn't like pasta at all. It reminded me of snot. As a kid I hadn't minded canned spaghetti, but as I grew older, and Australians became less English and more cosmopolitan in tastes, I just completely allowed myself to get Pip remain turned off to pasta, until at six dinner parties in a row I had to politely endure the snot thing. Millions can't be wrong. I decided that if I was going to get around this at future dinner parties, it was all psychological and I'd just better break my habit. I bought pasta and ate the snot. Didn't like it much, but I knew it was fairly nice tasting snot, and I sure liked filling my belly so cheap. but I worked on it. In weeks I was really into Veal Tortellini with carbonara sauce, and I've gone from strength to strength. When I use a bit of my brain, I apply that principle to more and more. I've never liked classical music more than a bit. Don't think I'll ever like Brazilian music, and I don't care if I don't. Anyone says they have no resentment at all is from another planet. But I know it's a world I'd like to know and like even a bit more. I'm half-hearted about My Music, an old BBC rerun on ABC Radio National at 5:30 am each week. To me, it's pasta stuff, but I in bed I apply some of those stretch face/body things for a while, and after months I know and like classical just a bit more, turn off it a wee bit less, and am learning more, appreciating Pip more for shaking off the hex.

26) Neural pathways are constantly changing so put in new messages. "Put new wine in old wineskin" says that older book. Make up you own if you don't care for either. It works amazingly well, bit by bit, but I find it takes some time.

27) Show off what your brain can do. I know I do. I write lots of half-arsed poetry - see? I'm definitely showing it off. Some of it I think is OK, some I think very good - for me, maybe in the English canon of poetry - or maybe I'm a shmoe poet. How would I know? Maybe they won't know jack shit about any organ of mine till a post-mort or obliquies - maybe not even then. Characteristics too. What do I know? And in the end, I think all people, especially TBI people, and 'egotists' like me, should get the most kicks in life from pleasing themselves. Maybe I'm wrong, and always invite correction, that rare commodity these days. Of course I liked to be flattered, but I don't mind being admonished, corrected. What's for dinner bugs me more. I've been wracking my 'brain' on and off for days to think of an artist who doesn't show off, maybe to a huge degree. Suggestions welcome. I can't do much else but my blah blah blah, like poetry, almanacking and gardening, and I do like praise or criticism equally. For unknown reasons, all kinds of showing off, in this mental Western society, are considered an 'evil'. Killing millions or committing ecocide apparently aren't. That's all bullshit! It's 'good' to show off your teeth, so why not your grey matter?! Maybe I'm a dunce who thinks he's smart. We're walloped by shite, in every way, all the time. Have we humans lost our way? Hmm. Just enjoy your brain. Run out of things to say about that. I hope it helps TBI survivors.

28) Something's just gotta be done about the prevalence of sport in Australia. I've been saying this since about 1965, when I stopped doing the compulsory 4 hours a week and did things like play pool, go bowling, hang around my also anti-sports mates' (the smartest kids, according to grades, at what was considered then the be the best academic and sporting public high school in New South Wales) gardens, things like that. I know that Battle of Waterloo was won by the British "on the playing fields of Eton", but I think they might have saved a lot of energy and money to beat the enemy. Every year, hundreds of thousands of men, women, boys and girls get their brains knocked out - by everything from Cheerleading to Aussie Rules football. In rehab, hours after I went to sleep, this bloke used to come into my room, tickle me, and try to force me to come into the 'dining room' (lucky to get meals I ordered there) to watch an hour of footie. If anyone has the time and inclination to google how many billions are squandered annually on competitive sports, have a go, I'd do it myself today but it's become sad and boring for me. (You won't find any sports crap in Wilson's Almanac if I can possibly avoid it, and it will stay anti-competitive sport and pro-cooperative games and sports as long as Wilson's at Wilson's Almanac. Ten good reasons will make me change my mind on that - and anything.)

29) Allow me to rant again, please. How are your guts? I've had a beer belly for 25 years. You can't see it coming in the photo below, but I've had this beer belly I've come to know, but hate. I look like some kinda hippeye or something, in the pic below. But on the matwhich looks kinda Sesame Street, I have on the floor if this bedroom/office, from an opshop for 40 bucks years ago, I've got a tummy device with no name I can see, but I found it on Ebay under 'muscle machines' when I looked now. I've always had the idea 'abs' were some kind of Hollywood talk. But if I do 20 or more of these sit-ups, I feel so good, I can only wonder how I'll feel when I'm 100. About 5 cents a week. Ripoff!  Goddamn! Watch out, sheilas. I have an idea you like men's body's a bit like we like yours.

30) If anyone else reading has lost their sight (or half of it, as in my case), or had half of their brains with a TBI caused by a bump on the head by a ball, or some cowardly bullies, I have some gratuitous advice. No one can take you mind's eye. Nobody! Please allow me to give some examples. I can walk down Dowle St,, and without any alcohol, drugs, and so on, I can 'trip' on what I decide to 'see'. Julius Caesar, a swarthy Middle-Eastern Jesus Christ (unlike the hokey Anglo-esque Breck Shampoo ad guy always drying his nails), the Easter Island statues, the innards of a beehive or my own nervous system - it's all really nice to look at. Madison Avenue, Wall street, Canberra, blah blah blah. They might try to steel my vision and my brain. but I still have a brain - apparently a fucking good one - and I can still see. Try it today. Alice in Wonderland did.

31) A mate of mine is depressed all the time, sometimes for three-month stretches. It's not his thinking that's been damaged by TBI. I believe it's chemicals doing it. (He smokes more grass when he's in his low moods than when he isn't.) THC depression, I believe, relieves blues that life can give you, but sometimes THC can exacerbate them. Stoned paranoia's a classic! He won't take my advice that he give substances a year off, do the Microminibliss stuff, and keep a mind-log. I've tried & tried - I thought I was a better persuader than that. Sad. OK, I've tried to tell you. Looking fwd to good news.

 
Pip, Shamballa, Bellingen, Australia, 1975

Personality

1) No one can read minds. It hurts. I feel better when I don't try to.

2) Wishes work … not anywhere else in the universe, I believe, but in people they do. Got a constant, bitchy, lalala thing you’ve probly picked up as a wee child and you’ve long known you’ve had it, and at the back of your mind you sorta know you’ve had it? As you do this stuff that will make it look like you don’t know that? Fret nyet. It’ll go. Maybe not straight away, but it will if you wish. If you cling onto instant coffee society timescale, you’ll have it so long. So long.

3) I'm a grandpa of 5, and my fave music, here in Instant Coffee Land, is ancient grandpa music. In May, I'll 'review' the outdoor Dylan concert not far from here at Byron - I'm in two minds about going, but, I paid for Jim's and my Stones concert, so fair's fair. It'll be a mega long weekend ... Easter and Anzac Day, six days I can bludge! As a fossil, I like fossil music. 'Starting Over'. 'Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes', 'Young Americans'. Lyrics like 'the night time is the right time to be with the one you love'. How true is that. Like 'Mind Games'. And 'Ego Is Not a Dirty Word'. (Keep an eye on your ego. But get to know it. It's a good friend but a bad enemy.) Some songs say something. A fave old Oz folk song of mine; 'Moreton Bay' ('One Sunday Morning as I Went Walking'), sung to the Irish folksong 'Boulavogue' - that shows some of my Hibernian heritage!) says something I've found to be true: "All our former sufferings will fade from mind". Dig into the past. I must admit I prefer a female voice version I know, but the Youtubes are ok.

4) A Bellingen person told me a few weeks ago I talk too much. She later said I don't, but that was just being nice. I've worked on it so well, including observing silent ones, I've already made huge progress and feel heaps better. When I speak, it means something helpful, courteous, etc. I try to write more concisely, too, and avoid multiambiguous words where possible. And a name's often better than 'he' or 'she'. I'm far better at watching my mouth, and feel so much better for it.

5) I prefer to say "I intend to" over "I shall" or "I will".

6) I think I'm well now, writing a lot, often editing this for a few hours, Almanacking, composing songs, poemtry, gardening, walking, watching kids at the nearby Saturday Growers' Market ... doing something at least 16 hours a day. But the prognosis in late-November was 'maybe 2 years', and I'll stick with that. No celebrations till my 60th birthday. A friend warned me of TBI 'relapse' months ago, but a very thorough Google reveals it's almost unheard of, and maybe in someone less suited to my way of life.

7) While we're on the subject of discretion, yours and mine, being discreet can feel SO good.

8) And while we're on the subject of the Americanisation of Australia, being called 'champ' by a McDonald's bloke six times in half an hour is fine, fine. It's not a common Americanism as far as I know. We're Australianising THEM. I know what the Canucks call the Lake Champlain Monster ... but someone here's going WAY off topic, and it can't be me. Not that I'm looking at you.

9) Fool around a bit. I think it helps me cover up my one or two mistakes. It also helps to blame the software. Just a tip, or as the Americans say when referring to waste disposal, a dump.

10) Mum once said of Dad, "He's a tenacious so-and-so". A great compliment, as was her wont. I hope I continue the Wilson/Hillis trajectory.

11) "My father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip." Opening paragraph of Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens. I was named 'Pip' by the nurses at Sydney's Camperdown Children's Hospital. I've always been a sick, word-shy baby, I've been in a couple of Royals, and I've ever admired nurses. Bliss'em.

12) A lot of people with TBI can have anger-management and similar problems (hardly surprising). I've been exceptionally lucky with mine, as I've only blown my top at someone about once as far as I know, and seems unlikely to recur. Walking and deep breathing, my old stalwarts, had me calmed down in no time, back to the extra mellow and blissed, sometimes extreme-blissed, man that somehow I've felt myself be at times with no apparent reason (zero degrees temperature for hours following my injury is my best guess). Mutual apologies and goodwill make good partners with gardening and strolling. The ultra-ecstasy seems completely random to me. Sometimes an hour, sometimes 24, regardless of what I've done, what I'm thinking about. Three hours was rather common  for a while. Two long days of bliss in a row astonished me, and to no avail I did my normal practise, but back to Pip as I know him at his best. Most of the time it's not there, just normal wellbeing. But there sure were fun times as my brain nerves healed.

13) Why do Australians copy Americans? That question is so often asked. Of course, an obvious answer is that the USA is the world's hegemon - nearly everyone copies America. And the impact on the Irish was great as well, as was the Irish on both. (At the risk of seeming pretentious (maybe I am), using Search will reveal many facts, from Ned Kelly, St Patrick's Day (watch a great St Pat's Day short video shot in Sydney in 2011). I might be biased ... one of my grandkids was born on Paddy's. And who can forget that Sydney's most famous market is called Paddy's Market? Unfortunately now it sells vast amounts of imported stuff (I was going to say 'rubbish'), when a few short years ago you could get, say, a chap old pair of gold-rimmed glasses, or take a chook home wrapped like a bunch of flowers. Big signs said in Chinese and English 'No spitting'. I could go on about An Gorta Mor, the Gold Rush, Chinese and Irish effect ... etc.

14) As I've said elsewhere here, I'm rather old-fashioned, so I think punctuality is a good idea, keeping one's word, being honest, keeping promises, not bashing someone and leaving them to die, screaming abuse at someone in the street at a reasonable hour (not 9am Monday), helping your neighbours - that sort of rubbish. But I've had times when people have told me bullshit, they've been five minutes or four hours late, blah blah, and I was rather inconvenienced. I've inconvenienced people as well. Maybe concerns about inconveniencing folks are old-fashioned too. So I'll shut up.

15) An NDE (Near-Death Experience) isn't a very common or usual thing for anyone. It's a conversation-starter at dinner parties when someone's had only one. I've had five, maybe six or seven. It's not the first time someone's tried to murder me ... I'm such a nasty bloke. Even before my last one (not closer to death but by far the most awesome!), someone had asked me to write about them. I intended to do so some day, but never started. Now I'm writing my private memoirs for each of my five grandchildren to get on their 21st birthday. For my eldest, that's April, 2014, so there's plenty of time, and I have about 24,000 words of copious, meticulous brief notes, and written almost entirely in discreet pars. What I write will mostly be short bits about interesting people I've met ... a lot of time in PR and journalism's just the start of it. Some very famous celebrities right up to the White House, beggars on the street, some folks on the bus. I was imprisoned in Misurata, lately in the news. Maybe you haven't had so many NDEs, not been imprisoned by Gaddafi, as I was for a few hours on my first and only week OS (overseas) -- my mate said 'Our Lidder', as they called him, should have been strung up from a bridge, but I insisted the nutter was too rich and influential with The Rich and Powerful in Africa, Europe, Asia, the Mid-East and the USA, not to take a few grand of his billions, put a few towards a hidden, properly equipped room for him, with anything he wanted such as Net access, doctors, psychs, anything, and he might grow up. But it's too late now. -- perhaps not known celebs (those don't matter a bit), and I do mean it. Of course I like to show it off! But I know how smart and interesting I am, not very, and I don't think I'm as boring as I did even in 2010. My point is, you have life, maybe a TBI! I'm not special, and I know it. Write your memoirs!

15) :) is American crap, true about 5% of the time. Don't get fooled. Cut your bullshit.

Body

1) Dad has a few well-worn sayings, not all of which I agreed with in my youth, but which I love now. "Tell 'em nothing, take 'em nowhere". I thought that openness, open disclosure, were superior. And I thought that saying "mind your own business" or "it's private" shouldn't be done. Not now ... I  refrain from mentioning my injuries NOR my recovery to all but a trusted few, and almost no one in my hometown. "How do you chop a tree? You chop a tree." Now I find the hardest part about effort/work indoors or outside is the starting. Generally it just improves, feels better, saves me money, improves my fitness. I don’t dig GOING for my walks several times a day. I like them once I’ve got going, and feel so much better when done. I find that on days I have them, I’m much more likely to have some amazing bliss experience later on. Like all people, laziness is a real shortcoming of mine. I just remind myself that I'll feel so much better when I've finished that when I've begun, and that's so 10/10.

2) Do you know that most people get heavy-liddedness when sleepy, and having bored, repetitive thought, disliking someone’s rant or their own mental rant? Since my "incident", I can go even more than 48 hours, though sometimes less, without sleep, unless for an hour or two every day or so, usually 5 or 6 hours' sleep before my brain was stoved in. What astonishes me is that I can go so long and not feel any different. I still feel well, and I still feel alert. (Usually 5 or 5 hours a night is fine, like the former days. Maybe now I understand that Korean woman in brain rehab who howled most of the day and night. Perhaps you have to stay according to schedule when a Citizen of The State (or Her Majesty?). Just a hunch.

Free, easy remedies
a: Sleep.

b: Have a constitutional – a good short walk. Some brisk walk's better.

c: A bonus is commonly used and I use it often, whether walking, sitting, bathing, showering, anything. Shake, stretch, whatever, the body, head/face. Any muscle/s that come to mind. Get into the habit of doing it in about your first hour awake each day. As with all the tips here, keep a log if that helps. I bet within a month or two you’ll have much of the prob beaten. So quick. Two years is quick too unless you’re not really practising stuff here. Time drags sometimes. Does that make your head feel a bit stiff? Shake it. Walk around the house.

3) If, like me, you have optic nerve damage, be careful! You might even make an arse of yourself. Back from Sydney, I thought my daily readership had dropped from 3,500 to 1,200. In fact, it had grown to 3,671. Fortunately I'd written some courteous posts by the time I saw that my eyes could lie too. And I felt OK about losing so many readers. But the idea here, is, just to get on with what you do, don't care about what others think, and do your best. I think this goes for people with or without TBI. My attitude to all sorts of things is "Will it kill them?". I have no idea about helping with physical pain problems. I'm lucky I don't have any of those any more. (I was plagued with toothache for decades.) I don't even like a sore thumb, but even that much pain can last longer than someone "hurting my feelings", and I know that for a fact. One tries to be kind and polite, not hurt feelings, but an inadvertent slip is a terribly small deal. Get over it!

4) Gardening's not the only body stuff you can do if something's bumped you on the head and you've got TBI. When I was in my forties, and never having been athletic, or a ladies' man, for a while I started doing pushups, for getting stronger, personal achievement, and in the hope of getting a chickybabe for a change. (And I'm libidinous, but fussy. They must be 19-75.) Not all, but some women are impressed by that, and I was Desperado. I didn't do them 'religiously' (bless me father for I have sinned) but I did get up to 100 a day when I did them. Now, 25 most days, and increasing, so far by 5 per diem each week. Even 10 felt like crap at first. I recommend it to you blokes, because it does feel better in body and mind. Might even get you a chickybabe. I might even get one! Hint hint! (If Baz le Tuff reads this, it'll confirm his view that I've always been brain damaged and still am.) I love all this easy exercising. Prof. Julius Sumner Miller (he'd phone, and yelled once, in his inimical but endearing way, "WILSON! YOU OWE ME A MEAL!!'), in this 80s showed off to me the strength of his arms. Like iron bands, from chopping his own firewood. I consider that a good idea. (Not that I owed a meal. He owed me one. Memory gets harder as you get older, TBI or not.)

5) There's a tendency in my large family for hearing and posture not to be not the best, neither of them too good in me, so I'm working on them. Maybe I can beat heredity ... and my tinnitus (largely from noisy cars, lawnmowers and kids being stupid as kids are). Aging don't help, but it's worth a try to do what I can. Something must have happened in my TBI. The tinnitus bugged me for about 15 years, but I cancelled an old appointment, with a nice-voiced woman, for a hearing tests. Now I enjoy listening to my tinnitus, like a symphony, four, maybe five times a day.

6) Don't like your appearance? I'm not crazy about mine. We'd better get over that too. Looks-prejudice is rife.

7) Fall in love with those twinges you get in the small of your back when thought makes it happen, Breathe, stretch. Dig it.

House and garden

1) A dripping tap is a very efficient aid for kitchen utensil washing. Cheaper too.

2) I average about an hour's light gardening/day, and it’s increasing. I love it; I do it really easy. Ten weeds or 100; it’s punctuated equilibrium. By Spring, I will have done about 200 hours. No charge, lots of weeds for compost, lots of kindling and firewood. I get much of it by the river, including sand and stones for building Pip's Folly/antfarm, (It won't look like this - it's made from a big old aquarium I found I'd put behind my bigger old one; first it'll hold fish, then ants is my aspiration.)

3) Birds. Their instinct intrigues me.

4) Two hens. The chickenhouse (Chook Shanti) didn't cost a cent – the chickenwire fence, which I'm pulling down for these homing chooks, came via freecycle.com . Chook Shanti itself came from roadside hardwood planks. One bird, Chase, appears to have better 'hearing' than I. Presumably she detects vibrations, but she comes to the back door any time of day when I softly walk downstairs in my socks. Chase is wonderful. I sit beside her, patting, while she stands pecking up seeds and worms. I can't think of another affectionate $5 pet that will do that, eat for free, help you weed and fertilise your garden, and give delicious, nutritious, free food. At current rate, I figure a minimum of $1,500 over her lifetime. The average life of a chicken is about 8 years, but they've been known to live as long as 15 years, so I might make double that. Not free range, one or two years. Even a grand's worth of free food sounds good to me.

5) Boredom’s so easy to beat. I find something useful, or nap ...

FeelGood

1) I tend to file my nails usually at least once a day, at my desk, often while listening to something like Skeptoid. I find that filing feels better than clipping.

2) Listen to your body (or feel it more). A walk, even around the house, and things like flexing muscles (no one’s watching so I do it well and feelgood), settle my body and brain. Even settling anxiety, which is a bummer for both.

3) I'm fasting a lot more now, feeling great, and recommending it here. Even if just a couple of bananas. I'm not losing weight, but I suppose I will if I do it for a few weeks. (I've always been slender - won't say 'skinny' ;) - and for several years have been the highest weight ever. What the fuck are you doing? A Russian man lives to about my age, 58, and an Australian Aborigine. let's say Koori or Murri (as I prefer so far), is old at 40. Blame genetics?) The longest fast I ever new was maybe 30 years ago, and the guy (slim to begin with) not only was well after 18 days (juice only) and nights, he was totally blissed. Most faiths of the world, including 2.1 adherents of Christianity (Protestant and Catholic) also endorse it, with Islam (approx. 2 billion adherents) commemorating Ramadan, a 30-day fast from dawn to dusk. A billion Hindus have a number of fasts, as do up to 1 billion Buddhists. (Many such fasts are in my Book of Days.) Scientific research and dietetics seem onside. And what a way to lose weight for free! Westerners are getting fatter on average, annually. Even Bellingenites, my eyes tell me. Decades ago, 'Fatty' was the nickname of two boys I knew in Sydney. Both were way thinner than most kids today any Australian place I've been.

4) No matter how hungry I am, eating and savouring just one cookie are beautiful.

5) If you really want to feel good, can't bear it when you're not feeling extreme bliss for about 50 pathetic hours a week (only trickling down to some piddling 'feel very good' with maybe only 20 hours a week), and you want to bash someone's brains onto a road, make sure you freeze them for 7 hours. Sometimes he'll only have ecstasy of brain, heart, chest, torso, eyes, ears, etc. But when they all come with a whack! for three hours, there'll be a bit of 'sorry'. (That's gone out of fashion in Australia, but used to be the norm. It's old hat, gauche, like police telling the truth, keeping appointments, promises - silly things like that. One hopes that bullying is being outlawed in Australia, as I believe I heard on ABC radio. I think deadly assault might be a bit worse ... but like I said, I'm old fashioned.) Just being friendly here. Do both of youse a favour. Anyway, no telling how long such a curse will last, so keep smiling. And send the bloke to paradise, not Paradise. And if you want to see what a hard working hippy's done in a locale that looks just like this, not in this valley but in France, go to flickr.com/photos/hardworkinghippy/887111020/. We don't have Ithaca Hours, but we do have a community garden for food.

6) Friends and the Almanac are, to me, great for bliss and blessings. Same word, I guess. As I wrote recently to Baz le Tuff, loyal mate, cousin twice, and Mr Fixit for more than 4 decades, having missed his birthday by 48 hours before my joyflight to Newcastle, "A cursory look at your birthday in my Book of Days shows you really chose an auspicious day to be born. I'm so sorry I missed your last 'feliz navidad', if only for the warm fuzzies. For example: Feast days of Saint Myron the Wonder Worker and Blessed Mary MacKillop; 1929 Birth of Ronnie Biggs; 1648 Ibrahim 'the Mad' something something; 1963 Great Train Robbery; 2001 'Newfoundland Blobster'; You just go from one good anniversary to another! I'd add your name to the list, but I guess everyone knows by now. Bless you." He helped me by lighting my death-defying stairs, got things running after they'd had been in the copshop for months ... you name it. He worked, I watched. I've got the hang of it.

7) You're going to die. Live with it.

8) People will hold you in mega-esteem if you use short, unpretentionable, clearly recognisable, dictionary words. Ipso facto, more feelgood. Avoid Latinisms and neologisms (especially if sui generis); I ineluctably eschew multiambiguousnessosity, poor spelling and the personal pronoun, first person. This is about YOU.

9) In the Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571, a passenger plane transporting a rugby team crashed in the Andes in midwinter, thousands of feet high. After 72 days of enduring intense cold and high altitude, some passengers were found alive, having chosen to resort to cannibalism in order to survive. Don't like your day? Whingeing a bit much?

10) Everyone worries too much - it's the human condition. List 10 things that worry you, even 5. Ask 'why?' Sleep on it.

11) It's hard to know, with 6,775,235,741 (should we laugh or cry?) of our big species on the planet whether to love, like or hate many of its members. (As Groucho put it, I don’t want to belong to any club that will accept people like me as a member.") I think being polite is maybe a copout, but it feels good.

12) Wondering what someone else might think is also 'normal' human thinking, but is a drag for everyone, and responds well to the "why?" and "why not?" therapy. I used to have it really bad, now not so much, and I practise asking such questions. That's my way - I'm happy to her other tips or suggestions. Maybe I'll steal and not acknowledge them :)

13) Get rid of bugs! A couple of things were bugging me, even not having as much bliss as I wanted. Some of those things sorted themselves out, some I took steps to fix. Maybe you can relate from your own experience.

14) Those nice chaps who knocked my brains out must have left five brain nerves out of my scone out of the two million. The vice ones. More than five, I gotta admit. Not long ago I got back from morning coffee with a fellow 'sufferer' of Extreme TBI, who fell down a cliff in Sydney when weeding the bush (like me, she was Nuts Before the Fall), and I couldn't help but yarn. My mate tolerated me. My mum had and dad has a unique way of dealing with bullshit artists. Dad had a shop for a while. The old man never had to sign anything with a salesman or customer till the 1970s - it was all done on a handshake. Anyway, one day a bloke came in to buy something. Dad said, "Mardi, do you recognise this man?" Mum said. "You bet I do! He looks like the man who owes us 15 pounds!" And my 2nd ex, who shall remain nameless, worked in the same Marxist department as Michael Pusey, who coined the phrase 'economic rationalism' (seems to be heaps going around Bello). He was prof and she was senior lecturer and they were mates. I think he came for dinner. I heard him say on radio that the most progressive PM Australia had had (maybe he said since WWII) was Robert Menzies, long despised by lefties. His maiden speech in parliament ('The Light on the Hill') kinda spelled out a visionary mind, and under him, Oz got more pensions, Housing Commission, etc, than you can shake a stick at. I heard Ming, renowned for his corpulence (unlike Little Johnny Howard, who was in fact taller than Bob Hawke - and to my surprise, another light on the hill, Joh Bjelke-Petersen, was taller than both, by the way, Aussie readers), at his 1963 campaign launch at Hornsby, and a woman heckled, "Menzies, you're a dirty little prawn". To which he, in his oh-so Ming way, replied, "Madam, I object to that word 'little'." There endeth the blah-blah.

15) God told me if you don't tell someone about Microminibliss he'll get you. Careful! I know you're not brain damaged, you're just busy, schlepping around the house thinking of TV and yourself. I told God, "Just be careful. You made that person." He said He heard. I hope so.

15) To brain-injured friends: sleepless nights won't harm you, nor will sleep. But thought might hurt you and others. Be the first kid on the block to think well!

Activism and family
(Photos of my family, me, and around Bellingen, at flickr.com/pipwilson)

1) I've been planting seeds on my Facebook, etc, and I like the Likes, quite happy with a Dislike, and the Comments are energising. Sometimes I feel like one of a small number of the 5 billion who try to tell it like it is. I'm a sucker for considered, polite honesty. It's so hard to get in this Western world, even here in the boondocks of Australia, whether 'straights' or progressives ... called even now sometimes called, 'hippies'. I do wonder if we 'hippies' have lost our call for ethics, and thinking outside the square. It feels like almost everyone says "yeah yeah", and makes token changes in thinking and believing. I hope not. I know I haven't. It's just the deafening silence that bugs me. We don't have to be chooks, but maybe not like people have been for the last hundred years or so, being stupid, killing each other .. blah blah you can all google I guess. So, is change real for you?

2)I'm not so keen on t-shirts to promote good ideas (but will do it). I prefer to be anon because, among other reasons, it’s safer.

3) On another tack, Avaaz says, "Nearly 700,000 of us have take action to stop 'corrective rape' and activists in South Africa". Get active. Plant seeds. No telling how or when one seed will sprout and grow. Just five minutes a day online finding good causes, and helping the other good causes, is good for the others, and good for self-esteem.

4) The more I look into it through newer science and such, and despite my skepticism of so much science, including that it can sometimes have a hint of Piltdown Man, religion, and so on, and as little I know of The Decline Effect, the more I believe our environment, possibly the planet, won't exist in a century. (Ask me for links if interested: James Lovelock, asteroids, the whole shebang. Fret net if everything's on the planet's gone in within 100 years. It's not the end of the world. It's science, not eschatology.) Even with the 2011 Sendai quake & tsunami, 28,000 dead or missing, and radiation levels in water 10 thousand times higher than usual (both figures were on BBC, with the 10,000 first incorrectly declared by the Japanese gov't  as 10 million), that's not eschatology, that's science. This could, or course, all be wrong, but I doubt it, and it would put an end to human suffering, such as war, torture and rape (as by members of the LRA - more on LRA- among too other humans), Meth, to name a few. And, in most ways, it's not something we can do much about anyway. Loving families can help keep younger ones from getting disturbed by this, even after we've gone. I'd just tell the truth: predictions are often wrong, and maybe a Gene Roddenberry solution is coming. I sure look forward to that! And his 'burial' in space with Leary was awesome to me. As Jed Clampett said, "If you've got it, spend it". More on their tête-a-tête, at April 21, 1997.

5) Being in a lockup is no fun, especially as we know in places like Libya (not just under Gaddafi, as I well recall from 3 nervous hours in Misurata, Libya, prison in 1987, for not only doing nothing wrong, but also for having little knowledge and an open mind about 'Ow-er Leader' and the country, but also under Nixon and King Idriss). My own view is that Gaddafi (and other dictators) might have brain damage from an injury. With that, or another cause, even most Libyans think he's mental. My solution: Don't string him up  or shoot him. With some of his billions, largely stolen from the people by him and Korean, European and American billionaires, get him a small apartment for a few dinar a month, access to the Net, free medical and psychiatric. He's late-middle aged now. By the time he's old he might come to his senses. What a great ally in the Middle East! But have a guess why that's not going to happen. Thinking and non-violence are not fashionable now, if ever.

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6) Rationality can go out the window with people even pro and con your causes. I recommend that brave thinkers stay in small groups when protesting, if possible. In March, I was prepared to be locked up to save the two camphor laurels downtown but only if I wasn't alone. It's a 30+ year struggle of progressive people against a silly council ... now 85% of all locals want the beautiful, shady trees, which I've loved for nearly 50 years. The scheme/scam makes brilliant sense when there are hundreds of camphor laurels on old farms within five miles, no? Please, I'm not persuaded that it's an invasive species. So are western kookaburras in the east, even gum trees all over Australia. And Oz's beloved possums are an invasive species in NZ. Some cops worldwide can be nasty, though less so in Oz these days. Being killed might not be so bad, but being beaten up would suck.

7) As many know, until recently it was considered offensive and legally liable to use certain words. I only like one racist joke I know, and that makes fun of Queensland police, but I sure wouldn't tell it here. If any here are offended by certain words I might happen to use, such as swear words, or words such as 'boyfriend', 'girlfriend', 'chairman' and so on, please excuse. I appreciate that even once calling a female shopkeeper 'love', 'sweetheart', 'dear', 'darl' and so on must really some hurt people, but I sometimes slip. I've never liked the commonly used 'partner' that came in recent years, it sounds so commercial. Creepy to me. But if that's the go (who knows?) I guess 'chickybabe' is gonna have repercussions, but I yam what I yam. I use 'partner' to fit in .. seems you can't go wrong with that. I believe the patriarchy has a terrible lot to answer for, and I prefer Gender-Neutral Language. "Then why mention it in Microminibliss?" My answer is straightforward ... I think all people male and female could do enormous help in the world, and add happiness, by considering others' feelings, and thinking before they speak. I still have some memory, though. I wasn't 'blissed out' to be told, by a female fellow staff member in a hospital "you sexist!", after I'd mentioned that the baby's strollers and wheelchairs I pushed might be longer for a man who has a long back. But she must have been hurt too. So I humbly recommend we all get over it. I haven't completely, yet, but trust I will. (And I still want to have a dig at women who have a tinge of fanaticism, knowing a dig might come back on me. I think I'm mature enough to take it. Perhaps I'm too relaxed about it, because I might slip - how true of everything.) Time heals, but more slowly than humans propose. And forgiveness is so sweet! My rant(s) now finished.

8) If you think you're too old for activism, or anything, what about Granny Haddock?

9) There really needs to be activism against bullshit, and it's fun and free. Truth feels best. (Everyone lies sometimes, but please don't be a liar, for your own sake.) For example, some things that don't even exist, Santa and the myth of addictionm one of the most money-grubbing fallicies, and there are so many. (In the past ten years or so, some brave scientists have also been saying it's bullshit). Addiction is, to this poor brain-damaged man, so long believing in this Santa Claus, a former 'addict', a myth, like Wodin (Odin) for others' large financial gain. The number of times Wikipedia editors (my 'username' has long been Alpheus', but I just try to write what I think is true - I think I've a little reading and rather good character) have deleted my comments (and might continue to do so), conflict with my understanding of Wikipedia's standards of openness and honesty. Might I have an opinion in the Talk pages, even if I'm 'wrong' and 'half-blind'? The myth, like that of the Tooth Fairy, makes an enormous amount money for some, and impoverishes others.

10) For example, each year, Europeans spend $2,000 billion dollars on Japanese toys for Xmas - even 2,000 million would be a crime. I like Christmas, and I enjoy Halloween, but I spend as little as possible, and ask people not to spend on me. If they choose to, that's fine too. As for that other delusion (in my childhood it was 'the Devil's talking to you, close your mind' - not equally manipulative scams widespread today), there's Net addiction, sex and love addiction, heroin addiction, sugar addiction, alcohol addiction, food addiction - some people even call it a 'disease'. "What's gonna happen, mate? Death? A bit like cancer maybe? Feel lousy for a few days? Got no bedroom?"  Some 12-Step people are really nice (and I known many and done 12-Step myself), but it'd be better for everyone if the bullshit ended. Seems to me that 'like', 'choose' and 'want a lot' are shorter and easier Anglo words for things like these that happen in the mind. Be an activist! Save ink and megapixels!

11) Never seen it, maybe never will. But Candlebark School sounds inspiring. "Somewhere between Steiner and the Simpsons", says the boss, and proper grounds, not just concrete paddocks squeezed in. He was interviewed on ABC-Radio National on the morning of Thursday, March 31, 2011.

12) Left wing and right wing are old-fashioned, and don't feel good. Be up wing. That's a bit old fashioned too. Be 'you wing'.

13) I am, probably by upbringing, quite an Anglophile, but it's past time for the UK to compensate the 50,000 captives of the Mau Mau Rebellion, some of whom were castrated by their masters. And if you think you're too poor or too busy to do anything at all to change any human evil, please consider my uncle. He carked it at 93 not knowing much about nothing, but with a smile on his face, just retired from running multimillion-dollar charities that he'd started. One of his students largely brought down the USSR as one of Reagan's four speechwriters, writing the (somewhat hokey to me, but arguably correct) 'Evil Empire' speech. But, Uncle Fred, as one of 13 children, for Sundays got butter on his bread, and an egg to eat on Christmas Day. John and Charles Wesley's mother had 17 children, and either walked or road 250,000 miles on horseback. The Methodist Church did a lot. Still does. In the USA, 1/7 of people live on government-provided food stamps. 'The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer." An old saying, but it's way behind what's happening today. Think about it.

14) If you know anyone, young or old, who you've concluded has a Dark Ages mind, help them think better. It's free, you can probably do it (laziness is a real human failing), and it's not being done by the multi-billion dollar PR and ad industries. You can't predict, or even really know, what any person can do to improve their own life, that of others, even that of the planet. Even know why they think as they do. Success is likely. Plant a seed, or have you something more urgent to do ... ALL the time? And no one can predict the future, not even one second ahead. My Swiss mate Regi's aunt and grandmother were killed when an air force jet crashed into their apartment. So the old 'Be Here Now' makes sense. I practise many times a day and feel I'm getting better at it.

15) Now it's Trivial Pursuit time. (Drumroll!!) If the US government thinks Aussie WikiLeaks founder/president Julian Assange was worth scaring half to death with risible charges, playing risible tricks to get him deported from Britain to Sweden, and American kid Bradley Manning was worth dumping into solitary in the US, how do Americans feel seeing their good old boy go into catatonia? And is the world watching? Are Americans? See postcard, August 2010, to US prisoners, "Stay strong. The world is watching". Was the USA founded on Christianity?

16) Permaculture's too long in taking off. I know everyone nods and smiles and says "Yes", but it's half bullshit, and Permaculture's too frigging slow to take off. A few stalwarts hold up the end for everyone else, but it's a drop in the ocean. Muggins here will brag again. Wait for it. I was a foundation member of the first Permaculture group in the world (and now there are thousands), in Sydney, about 1975 - unless Bill Mollison had one in Tassie before that. And, brag, brag, namedrop brag, I spoke to Bill not long ago, and he was still old, committed and positive. He agreed to be on the 'Board of Advisers' for another site I started. But also agreed it's too long taking off. Decades ago I thought he'd cark it soon, the way he smoked, and I pushed for an ABC doco, the whole caboodle, thanks largely to another old mate, the late Brian Slapp. And it happened. But the damn thing's still too long taking off. Do something? Please?

17) I hope that anyone from Bellingen town itself is noticing that it's getting Californicated, not only by yobbos, but (I guess) just about everyone. When I worked at Sydney Children's Hospital, there was an old pensioner friend of the place, who strolled every day from his house, and picked up a plastic bong or three from the side of his road, and kept them in a big box to show the authorities, which he did, and there was a crackdown on littering. I like that bloke's attitude, and I'm a tidiness-fixation crackpot anyway, so every time I walk to the Prov, the river, anywhere, I do the same with bottles (especially broken ones on footpaths!) and other junk. I have no doubt that people of all ages are turning Bello into a garbage tip, and the solution is so easy, free, and good therapy for anyone with eye of brain problems. And stuff like this makes me think I'm not Robinson Crusoe,
 

Me at home, with Chook Shanti, January, 2011

Home, March 27,  2011.

Random links (some Adults Only - maybe)

And while on puters, and Net, they're great therapy, they found, in rehab. I use mine a bit. And ... (drumroll) now ... it's ... Pip's Recommendations Hour! With these, I want to learn some things. Some things I want to teach. I'm assuming you can google, and have some interest. Get up!' If there are too many links, they'll be here for a while, or maybe you can make a copy. Life's long, and the links might be useful sometime, even decades from now.

iview, yes. Greplin, nup. I like bing-vs-google but bing seems to have a few more commercial listings up high sometimes, and I prefer Google Desktop to Start/Search. (Google, when I started putting it on my sites in about 2003, was excellent. If you put "" around your search term, you got what you wanted.  And the indexing time when you get locked in their cache is appalling. (Like I'm sure I'm not the only one waiting for the disappearance of Calgliostro for days. The whole page, not just the title bar, came up on my FrontPage, on Saturday, April 9, at 5:32pm. Oh, Will Robinson. The pain! The pain!) But, oh, the squillions, the squillions in a search engine! Let's find out how many. Who'll Google it first? I expect they'll work out the obvious in ten years or so.) I don't dig Dynamic Photo HDR any more, but plenty I do. Flickr, Google Desktop Search, SharpReader, topdocumentaries.com, gutenberg, Microminibliss (and while we're at it, wilsonsalmanac.com, and the poemtry there, if you're interested), Cooliris, sacred-texts, John's Background Switcher, howjsay – all cool and free. And I dig veggies, in any sense of the word. If your surname is Dotcom, or if you have a great free site I didn't mention, you weren't shunned. It's a memory thing. I only speak English and a bit of schoolboy French, but I know some Facebook friends will find this useful: indigenoustweets, if Whitey or someone hasn't taken it down. Since childhood no monarchist, a BBC World Service report revealed in a balanced way that (not just because it was from the UK), that the growing number of monarchist groups in republics, US included, has merit. Can't find the report's link, sorry. A friend and I the other day both joked a lot, on another matter, about the old proverb, 'Patience is a Virtue'. Yeah, it is sometimes. As for Daylight Saving Time, international standardising of dates, and so on, this should be a UN matter, like running the world's post office services. Someone saw a date-stamped photo of mine, 6/4, not 4/6, and believed I had had a TBI relapse. That would spook anyone. Fortunately, and because I keep meticulous notes & records (I've kept a diary on and for years, and even post-TBI, especially post-TBI, I begin and end my several daily posts with an hour and minute stamp, for example: March 31, 2011 6:34am Blahblahblah End 7:02am, or 4:59pm Blahblahblah End  55:25pm.) I worked it out before that non-injured person did. (The relapse in this 'disorder' is not unknown, but extremely rare.)

Joe Martin writes, on the Facebook page, Traumatic Brain Injury Survivors II: "DO NOT JOIN IN THIS WEBSITE. YOU MAY GET A VIRUS AND THEY HAVE CHANGED SECURITY JUST LOOK BUT DO NOT JOIN WeAreTBI.org - The Social Support Network for People Living with Traumatic Brain Injury".

My totems
Platypus. Reclusive, funny-looking, gentle, protective of its young, and has a poison spur.

Hail, hailstorm. The one was explained at April 14 and here. So many yarns, coincidences, experiences in my life, please don't get me started here, for everyone's sake.

Kookaburra. Likewise with this bird.

Butterfly. Because I've had so many near-death experiences, my life reminds me of a Chrysalis becoming a butterfly. I loved butterflies as a child, long before I was ever beaten up.

Some of my currently favourite mottos and quotations.
(Maybe I have too many. Using http://www.wilsonsalmanac.com/search.html reveals more.)
Hope you enjoy - let me know. (Email please. I don't bite.)
"Be kind to one another. Have a good attitude. Don't waste time. Never give up." Wilson family motto.
"I killed my TV before my TV killed me." Pip
"Think universally. Act terrestrially." Pip
"Socially active. Socially aware. Mentally mad." Archibald Sarantoff
"Think with both heart and brain, but never too much of either."
"Know Thyself." Thanks, oracle at Delphi. (It was in my high school song, written by Ian Dicker. I hated school.)
"Trust yourself. Listen to others. Weigh up what they say. Trust yourself if it makes sense." Adapting Bob Dylan. More at Wikiquotes
"Everyone makes mistakes so why can't you?" Sesame Street
"Despised and rejected of men ..." Isaiah 53:3 I'm not, at all, but I like the whole quote, and I can still recite swathes of the Bible. Baptist boyhood.
"Too good is no good." My mate Rhino's dad (multiambiguous).
"Be as lazy or energetic as you want to. Or like to. You know."
"Plant good seeds, in your own mind and others'". (Or any of the categories below. It's one of relatively few truisms I'm devoted to in millions of words of Bible - the Mustard Seed. "Big things from little things grow". To me, all life resonates with unbelievable things that grow from a dot, given time - lots of it. The Aussie bush proves it. And time's on my side.
"And if my thought dreams could be seen, they're probably put my head in a guillotine." Dylan
"I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world." Walt Whitman  More at Wikiquotes
"A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books." Walt Whitman
"Hospitals and police aren't all bad." Archibald Sarantoff
"Getting older is not all it’s cracked down to be." Archibald Sarantoff
"Let’s rise up and be thankful! For if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let’s all be grateful."
The Buddha (attrib.)
"If you can't not predict even a second into the fucha, and nobody, like, can't not read his mind (or hers, ladies - I mean wimmin) hadn't youse better be careful youse don't get renditioned if you think for yourself? Because Mr Obama seems as dodgy as Dubya to me." Archibald Sarantoff
"There are three side effects of acid: enhanced long-term memory, decreased short-term memory, and I forget the third.
Timothy Leary (attrib.)
"I'm a fellow traveller". Gough Whitlam, when asked if he was a Christian.
"Some big decisions are best made late at night. Some are best made early in the morning. And so on. But all big decisions are best made after sleeping on them ... at least twice." Sarantoff
"Time doesn't go too fast or too slowly. We do." Archibald Sarantoff
"Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir." Anon
"Modesty is my best quality." Jack Benny
"My doctor died." George Burns, when asked on Sydney radio, in his 100th year, what his doctor thought of him smoking 15 cigars a day
"Do a bit of this or that." Anon
"People willing to trade their freedom for temporary security deserve neither and will lose both." Benjamin Franklin (attrib.).   More at Wikiquotes
"I killed my TV before my TV killed me." Some one with a brain
"The king o’ drinks, as I conceive it, Talisker, Isla, or Glenlivet!" Robert Louis Stevenson
"Oh my. It's all bullshit now, no matter what, no matter whom. Must be getting old. Truth mattered." Archibald Sarantoff
"I ain'ts no doctor but I'm losin' my payshkence." Popeye
"I ain'ts no physiskist but I knows what matters." Popeye
"Some." Bob Dylan, when asked by a journalist how many children he had
"The word "inspiration" comes from the Latin noun 'inspiratio' and from the verb 'inspirare'. 'Inspirare' is a compound term resulting from the Latin prefix 'in' (inside, into) and the verb 'spirare' (to breathe)." Wikipedia
"I had a problem with getting to sleep, but it's all fixed now, so I don't go to sleep." Archibald Sarantoff
"Are we having fun yet?" Zippy
"My philosophy's a mile wide and an inch deep." Archibald Sarantoff. He's very shallow, too. He stole that from me.
"In the weltering hell of the Moorooroo plain/The Yatala Wangary withers and dies,/And the Worrow Wanilla, demented with pain,/To the Woolgoolga woodlands/Despairingly flies." Mark Twain. (Almost desperately poor in a rich land, but not as now, I lived for years at Sandy Beach, near Woopi, as it's called by locals, and thought about Twain, wrote my cheap 550-word novel, 'Faces in the Street' - gave away more than I sold, despite good reviews - and was quite amazed that despite the worldwide Twain-tourism trail, I couldn't get Council or even the "Chamber of Horrors" - Chamber of Commerce or those of Coffs Harbour - agree to agree with my helping with a Twain mural). I intend to post the design at 'Pip's Pix' on this site, which I'm building, May 24, 2011.
"Think for yourself."
"Aussie bloke." That's what I sometimes calls meself, in emails. Speeg to me! I'm all ears, the part of me that's not ... okay, I'll say nothin' no more. Shtum.
"Three times in five minutes, you've asked me why I'm going, and each time I say because I want to. Three times in five minutes you've asked me if I remember who assaulted Pip Wilson, after that idiot has repeatedly told you he does not - in fact, long after he's told you he doesn't remember all of 2010. And now the idiot says says he doesn't understand either question. Neither so I. Terribly sorry." Archibald Sarantoff. (A schlemiel.)
"I believe that everyone believes what they believe because they believe it. I believe I didn't believe it in the past, but I believe I believe it now. I believe I don't know if I believe whether I'll believe it in the future. I don't believe I can, if belief has anything to do with it. I believe that I'm right. But I also believe that I might be wrong." Archibald Sarantoff (we believe that we believe)
 

If you like any of these, I'm rebuilding Almost Prophetic Quotes, and I have others there. Should be hundreds soon, maybe more. I can't fit them all here. Hope to see you at Aussie Slang - that seems unending as well.

* Webmasters with TBI, please note. My old Microminibliss was cached by Google for 4 days. I apparently had one too many javascripts, not one too many javas. The following sites and software all cashe, anything from one hour to 14 days. I can only assume there are many others that you use: CuteFTP, Google, FrontPage, all sites such as flickr ...  As you can see, it's all too much to keep in the head, brain injured or not. Everything's cached. Nothing isn't. Sometimes even their schedules vary. Be patient.

Compassion and clear thinking ain't dead yet!
All suggestions gratefully received, especially via wilsonalmanac AT gmail.com.
If this page continues to grow I expect to put some topics on separate ones. It's getting awfully long. Let us know.
I know that many are doing the hard yards. But I hope you can think without pain, and I wish all well.

Wake up! It's a brand new day.

(I hope I'm not a do-gooder. It's such an Aussie insult. I couldn't live with myself.)

(CONTINUED FROM HEAD OF PAGE) ... And I thought about this intro, and stuck it on in very Shakespearean fashion, way after I wrote the other stuff . On we go. Suggestions are more than welcome, rarely heard, but I'm an old-fashioned (?!) bloke in his own old-fashioned online home, so I doubt Microminibliss will change much. I know some will hate the whole design, but that's not going to change. A wee bit of other stuff might if you're nice. This whole Almanac and I are under reconstruction, so at least we can dig that, a bit - or something. BTW, the floating eagle? Me showing off, mainly, but not entirely. I want to help others, and I want a quid, and I've got endless time on my hands with not much to do except what anyone who knows me knows I like doing. Not quite equal three canons of web design, or philosophy, but to me it's close to my being.

Just check out my Support page, will you? And if any shyster ever wants bucks for philosophy or whatever (and they're breeding like rabbits - it's a racket, like 90% of the intransigently impervious to reasonable criticism health remedies industry), give them the flick. Skip this palaver if you want.

I say to my kids (and my philosophy's miles wide and an inch deep), "Just do what you want, and what you think you ought to do. Have fun." I guess my philosophy's below. I treat philosophical texts like I treat aisles in the supermarket - but I shop seriously, and quite a lot. (PS, if I should happen to shuffle off this mortal coil soonish, in my 'meticulous'daily journal, which I keep 'religiously, and can forget four days in a row but think I diaried yesterday, I write as though I'm talking to me, sometimes John Lennon, my kids, grandkids, or whoever wants to read it after I'm dead.

I sort of 'prayed' ('talked') to John Lennon on a veranda in Coogee, about 11 years ago, and said I wanted things to go OK. I was in a helluva mess, and owned $5. And they did. I'm a 99% atheist, 1% agnostic, but I hedge my bets. And to Rhino, who died of MS ... well, Rhino stuff's in my journal. But we had fun together, doing all sorts of crazy stuff, camping in the bush, getting beat up together in Tamworth when I was 21 - I got a broken jaw, he got kicked in the guts when he fell over. One of the things he always used to say was "Gallop, you cripple!", which someone else had said to him, on another occasion. Rhino's laugh was infectious. There's heaps more, and when he died, his sister Trixie said at the funeral that he'd become, after suffering MS from age 16 or so till his death by choking in his late 40s, he'd become incredibly spiritual, and I agree. I liked that they played Van Morrison's 'Into The Mystic' at his funeral. I'm playing it on YouTube now. Great for an about 200 pounds, would-be welder, unpretentious bloke. Whenever I went to see him in later years, I'd always shout the same thing, a joke phrase of his, when I got near his window. He liked it. Here's to Rhino. And to my joined-at-the hip mate and double-cousin (oh, those in-breeding 'Babtists' and Plymouth Brethrens), Baz le Tuff. Jesus, he's in Search 8 times. What'd he ever do for me?

Now do a LOL, if you like, Yanks. I do them now sometimes, too, after I swore I wouldn't. I won't call you seppos, OK? It's the old "What the fuck are you worried about?" Everybody who's worried about stuff.

Google is random with caching whole pages or part of them, especially title bars (above), from an hour up to weeks, if one uses javascripts, which Wilson's Almanac has aplenty), so if you like Microminibliss or Wilson's Almanac (9 million words, with a fast-loading page for each day of the year, thousands of pictures, how to celebrate every day of the year, events, birthdays, free stuff apart from the Almy itself), "keep coming ba-ack!".

Much software, etc, changed in months I was gone. Equipment was lost, stolen, or it aged ... please excuse on this 9th day of April, not that it matters that much, but it was Good Friday not long ago, and I do love that Easter folklore (hate the sound, it's so loud, but I like the tune, and at least you can turn it down), Francis Bacon, and how the Dubya government faked the Baghdad 'Saddam statue-toppling pix'. Stuff like that.

Want to have a go at me on Facebook or email, with honest debate? (You'll read below that I think honesty's unfashionable, but I'm not famous for being a clothes horse.) Ok, the answer's yes. Have a go at me, if you've slept on it for two nights. It's my only rule.

This might explain why I get a deafening silence so much. Maybe you think I'm nuts, too brash, too cocky - you're right.
But I think I can reason, and I think I'm reasonable. Years ago I had a weekly online comic strip. The main guy wore a shirt with "Why?" on the front and "Why not?" on the back. I'm irascible about stuff like that. Sorry.

A good mate of mine - and he is a good mate, a really clever, talented man and fine one - asked me recently at a function, when I was leaving, "Why are you going?", and he asked me that two more times. I must have bantered around with the usual palaver answers that people give these days, I'm not sure. But on the third occasion, and trying to be as polite and friendly as I could, without pretending, I said, "Because I want to go. Is it better if I make up an excuse?" I was more than half serious. Try as I might, and I've tried it from about four angles, I can't think of one reason that that isn't a true, honest and proper thing to say, but I've never said it before. It seems as though Western society's got itself - most of Facebook people, me included - tied up in knots.

Anyway, I'm going. I especially hope Microminibliss has been/can be of help to brain injury people, their carers and helpers, families and friends. I won't beg feedback for you to tell me you like it or not, but I do beg that you recommend it to some people, TBI or not. I know that's a big ask, but it just might help someone. I have hopes it will help many. It seems to me that unless we get this out in the open, this unheard-of disability, we'll continue to be bottom of the heap of injury-condition folks, maybe medical 'suffers' too, like all those worthy causes we hear of a lot. So will millions be on the heap after us - but maybe we have the most to say. Sadly, we are ridiculously unorganised and unsure of ourselves, given our millions in the West alone. Pass it on, anywhere. Money's no object - I don't need any. Like anyone, I might want a bit, but that's immaterial. I don't need it.

Postscript. Thanks for reading or scrolling this far. Go on if you will.

PERIODICALLY INSPIRED. THE WHOLE SITE, AND WEBMASTER PIP, ARE UNDER DAILY RECONSTRUCTION.
KEEP COMING BA-CK! WILSON'S HAPPILY WORKING HARD ON MICROMINIBLISS DAY BY DAY. A BIT HERE, A BIT THERE.
NINE MILLION WORDS OF THE ALMANAC TAKE A LITTLE TIME, BUT PIP'S GOING FASTER THAN EVER. IT'S BRAIN DAMAGE.
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I APOLOGISE FOR THE LENGTH OF THIS PAGE, BUT START SCROLLING THIS BIG (BUT ONLY ONE PAGE) FREE E-BOOK A LOT FOR A 'DIFFERENT' TIME.
SiteMap for Wilson's Almanac and Search for whole silly site.

Take care. I don't much go to Facebook. I lurk a bit. To the many brain-damaged readers:
if your brain's asleep, this might wake you up a bit.
Everyone's a bit brain damaged and asleep.
It can take weeks or months to get over. Believe that you and the 'normies' will.
Brains might be a bit resistant to healing, but everyone's is. Patience works.
To those who wrote some time ago to say that they , or their family, have been offended and
upset about the naked man image in the Wilson's Almanac, I'm so terribly sorry. I must have been mad!
The baffling thing is, I made that animation before my extreme brain injury. Please excuse.

"When one is infallible, as I am, one has to be very careful what one says."
His Holiness the Pope, etc., He of, incl., il Dalai Lama, Esq., and Pope Jean Elisabeth Schmidt IIVI

"If you were here a day, even an hour ago, refresh the mofo thing. It's pretty much fucking finished."
Pope Jemaica I 2.73

"Elder 'Poet Lorikeet' Wilson must be hanged, raped, induced into another church, etc. Nowt pleasant."
Blessed St Baz le Tuff

No reply,Minister? Folks, be YOU. Sad citizens know pollies will always be themselves. Leadership now!
We had an election since. I'll try a New Leader, even if words derived from the verb 'to lead' are foolishly not mentioned in the Australian Constitution, and 62 silly words derived from the verb 'to represent' are. I need guidance with my brain injury!

Damn brain damage! Sleeping only 6 hours out of 24! It must really bug the professional carers that NSW had caring for me, telling me who I am, what not to do, what never to do, where not to walk ... because it was only my 'brain injury' or 'brain damage', and everything in my head was bull manure. But would Wilson listen? No! Does a cretin like him ever listen to authority? In a pig's eye!

How they could afford trips overseas, with me lying in a bed without five cents in my pocket for months, foolishly believing promises I would find them, I'll never know. I thought they were nice! And the advertisements - they speak so very highly of them, everything I think must be my brain damage. As they said. The number of children I have, my age - all wrong because of my brain damage, I was assured over and over. And I wouldn't listen, just smile and obey everything for some silly fear of being locked up hundreds of miles from home without 5 cents or my own clothes. Thank you, fellow adult citizens. I think so much better now. Scared of dogs so often running in corridors in a hospital?? Just because I get sick when near a dog, and after months was trying to walk? As you said to almost everything I thought I knew was right, it was my brain damage. OK.

Microminibliss is free and public domain. The whole Almanac site in Under Reconstruction.  Maybe that's like 'Under Mismanagement', or 'This is a non-profit business. We didn't plan it that way.' Pip's Bellingen links and others. Email (rather than Facebook), esp. if you are doing something important for the world, not just yourself, or if you have TBI or one with TBI, or if you'd just like to help the world.

Well, if I have to go, I'll Diehappy. I'm in the Promised Land. I Never Never want to leave. I've found my Sunny Corner. Hiding from the Idiocracy. Sorry about the "wake up" crack. I'm the village idiot. Just one last thing to say. Dunno if I  I shaved this morning. Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir. Adidas, flamingos.

Hate Microminibliss? Maybe me, too, and intend to (nearly wrote 'I will'!) tweak it from time to time, so I don't offend myself or others. And typos! But I hope readers with complaints genuine to them will sleep on them for a day, or two, then email me. That's my way. I feel that's a good idea as well if you want to praise it, but I intend to still be checking my emails every day. That's the kind of hairpin I am.

Stet. Pretty much over tweaking lines and pars. You done good, Pip. If Esmeralda keeps saying 'Restore Session', you can still diehappy.

MISHUN ACCOMPLITCHED

From Wilson's Blogmanac. Use Archives link in left-hand column.
Don't forget Pip's Links to see what's happening at home and abroad.

Think I still know all the lyrics from 'Hair'.
My long locks were cut off in hospital.
Maybe I'll grow them back over winter.

Dunno if anyone likes the way I think, but I do. Say no if you like, I'm all ears, the part of me that's not brain.
Special thanks to Greg, my favourite garbo, for saving my life on that road that icy-cold morn in early August, 2010. He knows who. but he's shy.
Nobody seems to know nothing from nothing any more. Show me one who does, you and I are mates for life. Oh! We already are.

Webmaster Positions Available. Please see anyone. If anyone can listen, or comprehend you, you might have a job.

Gentle word to Alpheus at Wikipedia: They must think you're mental, for they keep removing your occasional posts in Discussions and elsewhere. Perhaps they're right. (I mean that in a nice way.)

Bellingen parents, please advise your children (Oh! What an old-fashioned sort of bloke!) that Gramps Wilson, when he worked as PR of Eastern Sydney Area Health Service, including and especially Sydney Children's Hospital (the name, which I laboured hard to suggest, was declined, and then used weeks after I left POWCH, and all the driveway, beach-ocean livery and so on built the next year -- a long story of bureaucratic stealth there), learned that the most common cause of broken arms in NSW children is falling off skateboards. And while you're at it, that half-blind old fossils like me like bicycles on roads, not on footpaths. I scare easily, silly me.

The Wilson's Almanac site is very much under reconstruction, and I'm keeping for a year or so a rough tally of scores of those who like links to open in a new window and those who like them to stay on the same page. I've never had much criticism either way, so over time I intend to go for the former. Currently, I do the former with new links. Opinions are always welcome. I give them often enough!

I killed my TV before my TV killed me.

If you like this page, tell people about it pronto for gorsake. We ain't getting any younger. And please say something on Facebook, blogs, anywhere on the Internet. Numbers speak there. Every person who gets something good from Microminibliss is good for Pip and I hope good for them and others. And please tell where I've buggered the justification, spelling, concepts. etc. I ain't proud. I'm Mary. Not to say brain-damaged, and busy as a cat burying shit.

There endeth the lesson.

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