• #10528 (no title)
  • 15 September 2020
  • Gourmet, Down South
  • The Author
  • Walking
  • What Endures. What Passes.

Dispatches From Dystopia

~ "What man by worrying can add one cubit to his span of years?"

Dispatches From Dystopia

Author Archives: David

The Wheels On The Bus…

07 Thursday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Fell off. From time to time, we all need to go into rest mode. This is one of those times for me. My weight loss progresses well. My swimming has been most satisfying. I have been one who, as my elementary school report card would say, “uses time wisely.”

We all know the problem with the prudent use of time. NO FUN!

I don’t think sleeping qualifies as fun. But sitting around, watching unrewarding shows on YouTube does. By unrewarding, I mean that I can’t make any money off the information obtained from the content. Examples would be Die Deutschen Wochenschau or Brazilian Plus Size Fashion Shows.

After watching about twenty minutes of German propaganda newsreels, it is patently obvious why the civilized world hated the Nazis and dedicated their national purposes to stopping them. Revulsion and disgust still come up almost 80 years after these films were made.

As to plus size Brazilian fashions, very attractive women model very attractive clothes and size doesn’t seem to matter. Guess I need to work on my Portuguese.

3:30 AM

06 Wednesday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

I woke up an hour ago with the need to urinate. Post-urinating, I checked a soup I was preparing in the slow cooker. The potatoes had cooked til they were soft. I then added a can of crushed tomatoes to a black bean and Andouille sausage soup I was preparing. I was still wide awake.

After a long swim, I sometimes am a little hyper-alert. Adrenalin levels must be elevated. So rather than try to sleep, I will ride this feeling a little longer.

Since I just made a pot of decaf, I feel obliged to stay up. Dumb reason, I know. I think I will learn to like iced coffee.

I will stay awake til Train #98 the Northbound Silver Meteor passes through Ashland. Then back to sleep, I shall go.

Tuesday Activities

06 Wednesday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Activities:

  1. Fixed beef brisket in slow cooker.
  2. Swam 3400 meters (2+miles)
  3. Fixed black bean & corn salad with cilantro/lime dressing.
  4. Did nothing to be agitated unnecessarily.
  5. Watched Popeye cartoons.
  6. A good day

Stalingrad Movie

04 Monday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

It’s not everyday you can find a docudrama on YouTube about the battle of Stalingrad in Russian with subtitles in Serbian. At least it says Serbian but the writing is with the Latin alphabet, not Cyrillic. This was made in the 60’s or 70’s. It looks really cheap. The characters look as bored as I am.

Being Awake

04 Monday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

So I remained awake. I bought the rose. She was surprised and pleased. Her work day was not too demanding. She was tired. I am not surprised. She was too tired for the 5:00 PM Mass. She took a nap. I went swimming. I swam 2050 meters, same as yesterday.

I felt a bit guilty about swimming and skipping Mass. I watched a Holy Hour on EWTN when I arrived back home. Actually it was quite spiritually uplifting. I will go to Mass during the week.

I am NOT watching the Super Bowl. Zero (0) interest. I am just burned out on Corporate Big Budget Professional Sports. I am quite enthusiastic about people being physically active. We need to be.

I’m feeling tired. Could be bed time.

On Awakening

03 Sunday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

Here in Richmond, it is almost 1:20 PM . And, yes, I just woke up. Let’s be more accurate. I woke up at 3:00 AM, was up for a couple of hours, then back to bed. I was up at 8:00 AM was up for about an hour, then back to bed. Now it is afternoon. I shall push the envelope of wakefulness to the rest of the day.

I do need to meet J for brunch at Maggiano’s around 2:15. It is a nice Italian restaurant, as fake corporate-owned Italian restaurants go. Even I get tired of Frank Sinatra singing Gershwin, Cole Porter, Rogers & Hart in the background. That is better than the sports on the omnipresent TV monitors that infest so many restaurants these days.

So why have I been sleeping? I’m tired for one. Also, I suppose I didn’t really want to go to Mass today. This happens among the best of us. Or even the worst of us. I will admit this at my next Confession.

I like this feeling in my body, tired, muscles hurting, slightly euphoric. I only wish I had someone to share it with. I will do something special for J today. Buy her a single rose to give her at Maggiano’s . She has been at work since 6:30 AM. I would be lying if I said I expected nothing in return.

I want a lover. Not a roomate. Or a financial partner.

Saturday.

02 Saturday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

After the 3400 meter swim of Thursday, I rested yesterday. I got back in the pool today and swam 2050 meters, a mile and a quarter. The longer swim somehow catalyzed weight loss. I had about a two pound drop on Thursday, post swim, that is staying with me.

I had planned to attend the Feast of The Presentation Mass (Candlemas) tonight, but, heck, I’m tired, although it is a lovely Mass.

We’re wading through the Governor Northam public relations storm surge here in Virginia. He has lost almost all of his credibility, between appearing to endorse infanticide and having racist pictures surface from his past. The Governor of Virginia cannot run for re-election. The Senate seats are held by popular established Democrats. So his career is for all intents and purposes, over. The Democratic gubernatorial nomination for 2021 appears to be a showdown between the Lieutenant Governor, Justin Fairfax, a young African-American, and Attorney General Mark Herring, a two term Liberal stalwart. If Northam resigns, Fairfax moves to the Governorship, He would be limited in running for the office in his own, which opens the door for Herring. No showdown, unified party. The Virginia Republicans are currently a train wreck looking for a place to derail.

Gotta go. Hugs Loves.

Natation Postscript

01 Friday Feb 2019

Posted by David in food, Love and stuff

≈ 2 Comments

Tags

# Endorphin_high

Yesterday’s swim was epic. I am still feeling it, less in my body, but in my head. I feel that euphoric, lethargic, day dream-y feeling I remember from when I used to smoke cannabis. Very, very nice and I didn’t lose my sobriety to get here.

We are getting a light snow. That adds to the quiet of the day. If there is winter at its best this is it. The closest thing modern, technologically enslaved humans have to hibernation. The best part of retirement is that one can just sit.

I fixed my wife her tuna (albacore) salad this morning, her strawberries, all sliced and sugared. I packed her rice crackers and her cheese and nut snack. The irony of gesture, the many levels of devotion. It isn’t just sweet love that has me pack that lunch. That I am hers, devoted, even as she ignores all passion, to prosaically slog through the drudgery of surviving.

Let’s make magic, then make love.

Epic Natation

01 Friday Feb 2019

Posted by David in Exercise/ Fitness, Fantasy, Uncategorized

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

# Fitness. #Swimming, #Erotic Reverie

NSFW Some Sexual Fantasy

The National Oversight Committee For Use Of Archaic Synonyms has authorized my use of the word natation, a synonym for swimming. 31 January was the last day of January, my birthday month. I turned 68 on 21 January. So I thought 68 laps, 3400 meters, over 2 miles would be apropos.

I hadn’t really planned on the swim. As a matter of fact, I came within a few minutes of just blowing the workout off. But I put on Crocs over my warm merino ragg socks,donned my warm wool sweater and down jacket and off I went.

The polar vortex has discouraged the timid among the swimmers. So I had a lane to myself, a real treat when the Middle School-age swim team is practicing. I began the swim, just expecting to crank out a mile or so. When I finished the mile, I said to myself, “Do the 3400 meter swim you have been planning on completing.” I kept going. 2500 meters marked my usual finish. “I’ve got this,” I thought and pressed on. It took me 85 min: 29 sec. I have swum 3250 meters at a faster pace before. But that was over a year ago . I had not done a two mile swim since January, 2018.

My fantasy world opens up as I swim. I imagine myself as a submissive to a Mistress who appreciates my ardor in the pool, who views my sport as training to better pleasure her. She knows the endorphins serve to give me the natural high that sexual play only intensifies. As I swim, I can almost taste her cunt juices. I long to bury my tongue in her cleft, to probe the dusky realm of her anus.

When I finished tonight, and dressed again, I wore my heavy wool sweater with no tee shirt beneath it. I felt the scratchy wool on my skin, especially my nipples. Alas, there is no Mistress, no partner in the amatory arts.

I did fix a dinner. And fancied a partner eager to play.

Not A Candidate

31 Thursday Jan 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

≈ 2 Comments

After much careful thought and consideration, I will NOT be a candidate for the Presidential nomination of any political party, major or minor party.

At this time I want to thank all of my loyal supporters and well-wishers.

Dave

← Older posts
Newer posts →

Subscribe

  • Entries (RSS)
  • Comments (RSS)

Archives

  • May 2026
  • April 2026
  • March 2026
  • February 2026
  • January 2026
  • December 2025
  • November 2025
  • October 2025
  • September 2025
  • August 2025
  • July 2025
  • June 2025
  • May 2025
  • April 2025
  • March 2025
  • February 2025
  • January 2025
  • December 2024
  • November 2024
  • October 2024
  • September 2024
  • August 2024
  • July 2024
  • June 2024
  • May 2024
  • March 2024
  • February 2024
  • January 2024
  • December 2023
  • November 2023
  • October 2023
  • September 2023
  • August 2023
  • July 2023
  • June 2023
  • May 2023
  • April 2023
  • March 2023
  • February 2023
  • January 2023
  • December 2022
  • November 2022
  • October 2022
  • September 2022
  • August 2022
  • July 2022
  • June 2022
  • May 2022
  • April 2022
  • March 2022
  • February 2022
  • January 2022
  • December 2021
  • November 2021
  • October 2021
  • September 2021
  • August 2021
  • July 2021
  • June 2021
  • May 2021
  • April 2021
  • March 2021
  • February 2021
  • January 2021
  • December 2020
  • November 2020
  • October 2020
  • September 2020
  • August 2020
  • July 2020
  • June 2020
  • May 2020
  • April 2020
  • March 2020
  • February 2020
  • January 2020
  • December 2019
  • November 2019
  • October 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • July 2019
  • June 2019
  • May 2019
  • April 2019
  • March 2019
  • February 2019
  • January 2019
  • December 2018
  • November 2018
  • October 2018
  • September 2018
  • July 2018
  • June 2018
  • May 2018
  • April 2018
  • February 2018
  • January 2018
  • December 2017
  • November 2017
  • October 2017
  • September 2017
  • August 2017
  • July 2017
  • June 2017
  • May 2017
  • April 2017
  • March 2017
  • February 2017
  • January 2017
  • December 2016
  • November 2016
  • October 2016
  • September 2016
  • August 2016
  • July 2016
  • June 2016
  • May 2016
  • April 2016
  • March 2016
  • February 2016
  • January 2016
  • November 2015
  • September 2015
  • October 2014
  • September 2014
  • June 2014
  • May 2014
  • March 2014

Categories

  • #cricket
    • Cricket
  • #Grief
  • Addiction
  • Adult Children
  • Aesthetics
  • Age Play
  • alcoholism
  • American History
    • Politics
  • Amtrak
  • Animal Baby Cuteness
  • Anti-Marxist Activity
  • Art
  • Autism Spectrum Disorders
  • Automobiles,
  • Baby Names
  • Baltimore
  • Big Business
  • Birthday
  • Bloggers
  • British Empire
  • Capitalism
  • Cartoons
  • Catholic Life
  • Cats
  • Civilization
  • Class
  • Classical Music
  • cooking
  • Cricket
  • Cuba
  • Cycling
  • Delta Blues
  • Depression
  • Dogs
  • Erotic Writing
  • Exercise/ Fitness
  • Existential Despair
  • Fame
  • Family
  • Fantasy
  • Fashion & Grooming
  • Florida
  • Flowers
  • food
  • Foreign Films
  • Fruit
  • Futurism
  • Gay/Straight Dichotomy
  • Gender Identity
  • Gender Roles
  • Gentrification
  • Going Dark.
  • grafitti
  • Gratitude
  • Health Issues
  • Hedonism
  • Hidtory
  • History
  • Housework
  • kitsch
  • Literature
  • loneliness
  • Love and stuff
  • memoir
  • Mid Century Modern
  • Modernism
  • New York
  • Old Cameras
  • Otakon 2016
  • personal grooming
  • Pie Crust
  • Politics
  • Popular Song
  • Post Office
  • Railroads
  • recovery
  • Refugees
  • Relationships
  • Russian Orthodoxy
  • Sacrifice
  • sadomasochism
  • seduction
  • self-indulgence
  • Sexual Identity
  • Sexuality
  • sleep
  • Smartphones
  • Sobriety
  • Soup
  • Soviet History
  • Spirituality
  • Sport
  • Suburbia
  • Summer
  • Taste
  • Tasteless Gifts
  • Tattoo
  • Tea
  • The Villages
  • Tolerance
  • Travel
  • Uncategorized
  • Urban Brutalism
  • Vietnam
  • Wildlife
  • World War II
  • YMCA
  • YouTube-Videos

Meta

  • Create account
  • Log in

Blog at WordPress.com.

  • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Dispatches From Dystopia
    • Join 590 other subscribers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Dispatches From Dystopia
    • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar