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Today, imp, and Sitch... in Mycology Unfiltered

Revised: 01/24/2026 5:34 p.m.

  • Jan. 24, 2026, midnight
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My buddy from Undergrad is back in the picture. We have been friends for nearly 15 years. We met outside of our dorms the first few days of Freshman year. Like any relationship, it has had its ups, and downs. He would develop severe alcoholism. During his darkest binges it became something like preparing for his funeral; saying goodbye even though he hadn't passed away yet. This last stint, I suffered through his angry, threatening emails (because I had blocked his number, and insisted on only communicating with him via email). He drank so much he developed an autoimmune disease, and allergy to alcohol. The upshot is that he can't drink now, and I have my ole Pal back from Undergrad. It has always been like the Awakenings film where he briefly wakes up from a debilitating disease, but would slowly slouch back into the pit of alcoholism, and yet another early funeral would take place. He is 36, and has never had consecutive employment over one, and a half years even though he has a Masters in BioChem.

Bob Weir has passed away... And I am slightly melancholy over the ordeal, but I know he is Grateful. He had a good run of things. He always held this sacred space to those who loved him. It is a special point of interest for me since I had been welcomed to lunch by a Merry Prankster, Ed McClanahan who was Ken Kesey's friend, and told me stories about Hunter S. Thompson. Ed had taught my Grandmother Creative Writing, and Thompson was from close to my mother's home town, so Weir was like family in a way.

American Politics are asinine. It's exhausting dealing with Trump's undiagnosed (and untreated) ADHD; a part from dealing with ridiculousness at work, and the American Landscape of mass shootings. Luckily, my particular area is relatively quiet, I do wish I could participate in protests, but I literally am too exhausted from (winning at) work to be doing much of anything except surviving. I do believe the current administration is being chaotic as a strategy. The more mentally exhausted we are, we will begin (have begun) accepting absurdity as normal. 



Last updated January 24, 2026


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