In an era of exponentially increasing total bullshit, STAY REAL.

May 13, 2026

I’ve just heard from Dave, the City Council member who introduced a resolution to stop AI here in Bloomington Indiana.

https://www.youtube.com/@safeaiforever

(I plan to listen to this during my “nap” this afternoon.)

I wrote a post on the Supper Club I attended where Dave spoke. Please read, as what I suggest there applies not only to AI, but to the current hantavirus con that once again, threatens to infect the mass consciousness with F.E.A.R. (False Evidence Appearing Real), and thus corral us all into compliance with their so-called, much ballyhooed, long planned “New World Order.”

Brownstone Supper Club discussion: WHAT IS AI, AND DOES IT INVITE EXTINCTION?

Re-member folks, to stay with what we have in common. Our common-sensing, common sense. Let go of left brain fever dreams.

And to do so, we need to meet each other, in person, not on screens. Need to sense each other as do animals sense us, knowing instinctively who to trust and who not.

At least for now. Stay real.

BTW: Notice how memes are once again, dominating X, now that “hantavirus” is ascendant. A good meme, BTW, is a product of both left and right brains, operating as one.

This morning, I gave this prompt to grok: “Advantages of memes over discourse.” Check it out. Spells out just why we use memes now. To not just stay current with the chaotic acceleration of so-called data supporting any con “they” want to clog up our fevered brains, but to get ahead of the con — i.e., drop a creative, humorous, conceptual/visual frame over it that dissolves the con without further ado.

MOTHERS DAY DATE, two days late

May 12, 2026

Early this morning, as I was about to finish my usual second cup of morning elixir — on my way downtown to see paralyzed, nerve-damaged, 60-year-old son Colin Cudmore, inventor of the Garden Tower, for our twice-postponed Mother’s Day breakfast at our local Bloomingfoods Coop, just down the street from where he lives — I happened to be holding the cup with hot liquid on my chest as I sat back in my chair while impatiently wrestling with the ipad, and whoops! spilled about a third of it all over my chest. Luckily, I had several layers on.

Well, well, Ann. Welcome to your 84 year Uranus Return, your personal experience of what it’s like to not only stay alive, but to mostly thrive through over eight many decades of interruptive living. Yes, for that is the function of Uranus, to erupt, to disrupt, whatever we have set in place; our plans, our intentions, etc., especially for one such as myself, who, along with others born during 1942-43, have planet Uranus conjunct restrictive, goal-oriented, disciplined, and yes, hopefully, patient Saturn in our natal charts.

Since Uranus (84 years) has a much longer cycle than Saturn (30 years), its meaning, once a full cycle is reached, is also much fuller, deeper, more encompassing. Now that the cycle is completing, I can very much appreciate how my generation, born in 1942-43 — with natal Saturn/Uranus conjunct in early Gemini (for me, at 1° and 7°) — came in to disrupt old mental, cultural programs, and welcome the free conception and expression of ideas.

For 1985-1987 conjunction opposite where it was at my birth, see

CONCEPTUAL REPATTERNING: SaturnUranus in Sagittarius

Transit Uranus now, and for the near future, sits at 1° Gemini, the degree it occupied at my birth.

So, needless to say, I took that near-drastic spill this morning to heart; drove very very carefully down to see Colin. But then, couldn’t even follow through with my Saturnian plan, to tell him about my Uranian experience this morning — due to another Uranus interruption, Colin having mistakenly double-booked us with his nurse’s bi-weekly visit. He would have loved that spill story. Oh well!

Here’s today’s post on the daily blog I keep re: Colin’s seemingly endless paralyzed journey through fiery nerve-damaged hell on earth during which, even so, he somehow manages to inspire all those with whom he comes in contact.