Disclaimer: Entries are not portrayals of authentic beliefs, but explorative commentary on canidley’s lived experience and/or expressions from, the unknown. 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 July 11, 2026: 🗓 When the blower motor in my car slows down even though the air is still on high, instead of a dial you turn to increase the speed, it’s an interesting knocking motion. This was a design change my car made recently. You knock on the panel under the glove box closest to where the blower motor is. One knock sets it to low speed, two knocks medium speed, and three knocks high speed. Although one time it actually went slower when I knocked. Can they just make an alternate manual for the next best thing if you can’t fix it right away for the money-limited driver? Does this exist? Like an alternate manual where a lawyer writes a paragraph that makes it okay even though it’s not factory recommended and potentially problematic because of the interconnected nature of the vehicle, etc. Like, this is what Toyota recommends if they were kidnapped and their release depends on their recommendation’s success rate in a double-blind study when compared to the recommendations of a random sampling of mechanics. This is kind of unrelated, but look at the lovable roof I saw while walking my dog. It’s a roof slash time capsule on one side slash nature-made work of art triple threat ❤️♥️ 🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 July 11, 2026: 🗓 “People do not realize just how much they are putting at risk when they don’t accept what life presents them with, the questions and tasks that life sets them,” speculated Carl Jung. I don’t know much about Dolores beyond her singing voice. I’ve watched some recordings of live performances. This one is different. It gave me the notion that what life would’ve set out for her is the creative process that needs to be truly experienced without needing to be understood. A person who trusts the process without needing tangible proof is an artist. I don’t mean this as an IFF statement. It can be a combination of playfulness, grit, earnestness, and a certain type of self-respecting self-disregard that allows a person to express what’s flowing through them without needing to know if it’s actually still the process (or ever was in this instance) or if the process went away and now it’s just them picking up on involuntary subconscious predictions of what the process would probably do right now, or if it’s something totally else or totally new💛 Post navigation Cymbalism and the streetveil between Dear Abby
