A couple of weeks ago, a friend recommended desiccated beef liver pills as a supplement. I decided to try them. I noticed I felt more energized and like my sleep had improved, so I started sampling other organ meats.

One I had tried before is beef heart. Technically the heart is an organ and a muscle, so it tastes like steak. It has a lot of nutrition in it, including zinc, selenium, and CoQ10. CoQ10 is especially energizing and is an important antioxidant. I know native hunters ate the heart raw and warm right out of the buffalo believing it imparted special strength. I was able to find some at a local specialty grocer, and they will even slice it up for me to the appropriate size necessary for making jerky. I'm now on my second batch.

S and I have been enjoying it, but K hasn't tried it yet. Last night we ate a whole bunch of it, (Me and the dog 😅) and I had all these crazy dreams about hunting elk. My ancestral DNA has been AWAKENED!

I also picked up some marrow bones to enjoy. I hear it's good for the immune system. My next items to try are thymus, tripe, and kidney.

Pierre is a Gulf Fritillary butterfly (native to Florida, Texas and Mexico) that has turned up 2x in our backyard needing help. In between the two times we have rescued him from the dirt he's also done a flyover and stopped to rest on our neighbor's bamboo while we worked in the yard. We aren't sure what's wrong with him, but he just seems to be a little bit goofy. I think he may have a drinking problem. Anyway, we found out he needs passionflower nectar and we have none, but he's welcome to stay and have some sugar water served up on paper towel strips as long as he doesn't get rowdy and throw up in the hallway.

Midjourney is an AI that draws images based on text based prompts. Some of these images were prompted by me, others were from other users. It's cool, and will hopefully get better as time progresses. It's neat to describe something surreal or completely out of your imagination and get to see it a few seconds later. I used it to generate images I dreamed up for a short story I've been working on.

I Quit The Internet

I remember getting an early invite to Gmail, I joined Twitter, facebook and Instagram as soon as I could. I've never deactivated my Instagram account and have often been an early adopter of these overhyped services.

The way that these services got us to sign up was with the overt promise of keeping in touch with our friends and with the covert insinuation that by gaining popularity on their platforms we could become rich and famous - just like Tila Tequila (who?), Jeffrey Starr, or a billion other people who had their 15 minutes of fame before sizzling out without anybody ever noticing.

While some people did in fact build fortunes and media empires on these platforms, many more never became anything. Instead, hundreds of thousands of human lifetimes are consumed annually in mindless scrolling and shopping activities. Worse, many have lost their friends, family members, and jobs.

Our friends no longer post to anything but stories, giving the world a peephole into their life which disappears in 24 hours. Hardly anyone responds, or interacts, we just trade windows into our lives and pass by each other by without so much as as a waive.

In real life, it takes two people to keep a friendship going. Online we can be friends for life and never speak, never hang out, and never learn anything about each other except what is posted. It's a phony way to have a friendship, and I'm over it.

Social media provides us with nothing. It is built to keep us scrolling, and for brands go have terrifyingly
accurate insights into who we are, which allows them the opportunity to nudge us down the path. People who use these apps are stuck using a drug that never gets them high and never satisfies them, and which never kills them. Many people I check with are pushing 7 or 8 hours of screen time a day, and never do much of anything productive on their phones.

So while I'll miss my peephole into your world and may peek in once in a while, I'm opting out, and invite you to reach out and say hey, even though I know many of you never will.

Until we meet again,

​Spicer