Episodes

  • Poetry: When You Turned…

    Poetry: When You Turned…
    Dec 31 2023
    2 mins
  • Poetry: Alone, I Am Hole.Together, We Are Whole

    Poetry: Alone, I Am Hole.Together, We Are Whole
    Nov 8 2023
    9 mins
  • Satire: Are My CoWorkers Murderous Aliens, or Am I Suffering From Imposter Syndrom?

    Satire: Are My CoWorkers Murderous Aliens, or Am I Suffering From Imposter Syndrom?
    Sep 7 2023

    https://yobiworks.medium.com/mr-higgens-b8466ecd2c3d

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    6 mins
  • Melodious Marshmellow

    Melodious Marshmellow
    Oct 28 2022

    The first music I have authored in some time. This was the first song getting back into the music last year. Previously found on loudly, I have moved into N-Tune as my DAW.

    You will likely hear more as I have been writing music and poetry my entire life, just didn't have the confidence to perform.

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    24 mins
  • Do I Exist If I'm Not Thinking About Myself?

    Do I Exist If I'm Not Thinking About Myself?
    Apr 8 2022

    Do I Exist If I’m Not Thinking About Myself?

    Whoever asked this question, you are our hero for the moment, and a small part of me might actually be in love with the part of you that got your fingers moving!

    Try as we might, no matter how earnestly we endeavor to not think, we inevitably end up thinking about not thinking!

    Sabrina and Yobi capturedd one of our recent attempts at “un-being”.

    It reminds me of the flight lessons of my youth, where my 1st lesson was to understand that the art of flying REALLY resides in one’s ability to throw themselves at the ground, and miss.

    Pondering whether the bags will hold all the way down-digital art by Yobi

    I was an abject failure.

    More extra strength garbage bags, even if they are attached to shoulders, all the ‘kid logical’ body parts, or gripped in believing fingers, never equated to any slower decent from the roof of my home, than the previous attempts.

    My partner entertained no such ‘illogical’ fantasies in her youth, but I can carry her away in my overabundant enthusiasm from time to time. It was with this aforementioned enthusiasm by which we strove to go from:

    • “I think, therefore I am,” to,
    • “I do not think, and therefore I am not”

    It was a sight here in our little Airstream home, not 20 minutes hence, where we made the attempt to “un-be”.

    We are sorry to say, it was unsuccessful. It is with heavy heart we report this to our reader family. Please do not think less of us, and know, if some adventurous reader succeeds, that you do so on the shoulders of giants.

    GIANTS!!!!

    Post Script: Sabrina respectfully submits that she is not a giant, and that she did not have high hopes for success. If one thinks of the statement “I think, therefore I am.” as a conditional statement, “If I think, then I am”, the inverse statement, “If I do not think, then I am not.” would not necessarily be expected to be true. Similarly, the converse, “If I am, then I think.” need not be true, as any inanimate object could attest (well; maybe not; that being the point). However, the contrapositive should be true: “If I am not, then I do not think.”


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    3 mins
  • When You See Integrity, You See Love Manifest

    When You See Integrity, You See Love Manifest
    Mar 18 2022
    What is integrity and how is consistancy are part of it?
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    10 mins
  • Bovine Bob Finally Finds His Voice

    Bovine Bob Finally Finds His Voice
    Oct 18 2021
    Bovine Bob Finally Finds His VoiceA story about how one Bovine dealt with important information when no one else was listening!Bob watching the sunset out in the fields of The PastureAnother day in the field, with wonderfully green tasting grass. The sun was setting in the distance. It was a glowing ball, crowned with strings of melting gold filaments as it is extinguished in the darkening pastures, just beginning to blossom in violets, maroons, and various pinks and yellows.A sting pinched at Bovine Bob’s rear haunch, and he instinctively swatted at it with his tail and looked at his rump, the ‘food of the gods’, grass, hanging from his chewing jaw, allowing Bob to catch a glimpse of the sun as it gave up it is life to the slice of earth’s horizon.“Hmmm. Another gorgeous day’s sun goin’ out on the earth’s unforgiving sharpness. Sliced away into all those pretty colors till the next sun makes its appearance.” Bob thought to himself. He was an average bull in his herd, and he never made much of a fuss and kept to himself in most things, as good cattle oughtta do.He turned back to gather up the last of the days’ vittles before he headed back to bed down with the rest of the herd in clumps for the night. As he lowered his head to a particularly colorful patch blade that was under another member of herd’s ol’ chewed up and discarded eatin’s, he noticed something popping out of it. It looked like some shrooms that often dot the field after a moist evening or morning. An awful lot of em, in fact, but Bob didn’t mind. They usually just added a nice flavor to the vittles he was eating, even though they could be right bitter-tasting every once in a while.These were not. These mushrooms made the grasses they were laying on taste wonderful! He pondered this as he turned and made his way back to the herd’s sleepin’ place, which would be getting reasonably dark once he made it there.By the time he was about to plop down on his favorite spot, Bob was beginning to see a ‘spectrum’ of colors. “Spectrum? What’s that word doin’ in my head? And how do I know what it means? Whoa!” and that last thought echoed and shivered itself into layers of free associatin thoughts beyond the usual ‘moo’ we all know and love. He began dancing through the blinking things in the dark skies above, jumping clean over the moon while doing so. He turned into a lady singing on stage by the name of “J-Lo”. He was, for a time, a fly sitting on his rump, extremely hot and annoyed at something for what seemed like an age. He got deep, realizing something he hadn’t ever thought of before. He was A cow! He felt like doing something like, uh, laughing or something? He didn’t know how to describe what he had never experienced before. He also felt despondent, and above it all, he was hungry for a hamburger, whatever that was supposed to be, food maybe? Whatever it was, he somehow knew it to be delicious! His thoughts were bumping into each other as they turned into the herd of his youth when he was just a calf, before his Ma and Pa had taken the Journey with the Handlers to join the Big Herd in the Big Field.This memory was much more vibrant than anytime he ever thought about those days that had gone before, echoing sounds crisscrossing before his nose, ticklin’ a bit, then becoming visible themselves before him. He again watched the Handlers’ “Hiya,” and “There! There! That’a’way!,” his Ma and Pa into the boxes to take em to join the Big Herd. Except this time, he popped out of his calf self and into his Ma’s head!The slide-box they were in had slits which Ma could see out of. But moo, it was a bit crowded and uncomfortable. An interminable amount of time passed, and Ma, Pa, and the others were trying to get a hold of the Handlers to let them know of their discomfort. Sometimes it just seemed like tha’ Handlers could hear, but were ignorin’ em on purpose. The movement of the box was making a couple of Ma’s stomachs woo-hoo-zy!The box stopped jostling, then opened, and the Handlers were “Come on y’all, Hiya!” and “Here, Here” -ing them. Suddenly Bob’s view shifted, and he was in Pa’s head now. Ma had just entered a larger box ahead of Pa, and Pa could see movement out inside of it. Pa was dreadfully confused as to where they were all at. Where he and the others were at didn’t look like a large pasture at all! Pa was getting very anxious and crowded in by the others. Some of them were trying to ask the Handlers questions directly, but they didn’t seem to notice or respond. Pa had just made it through the opening of the large box and could make out, “no, that didn’t make sense. What would cattle be doing with their hooves in the air?”“What were those horrible cries from the ones ahead?” Pa thought, then Pa got an honest good look at the one’s ahead, and Pa’s mind just went white with fear, confusion, and horror!Bob was a-mooing all night, ...
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    30 mins
  • "Bitcoin, Bitcoin, Like a Kick in the..."

    "Bitcoin, Bitcoin, Like a Kick in the..."
    Jul 2 2021

    Sure, I could have added the sound effects, but the download was taking HOURS! So, here is the all-at-once reading of "Bitcoin, Bitcoin, Like a Kick in the..." until I have a better version. For a sudden read & one pass through the editor, you won't be disappointed! If you are, well, your likely one of those six ol' soreheads I am always seeing on city signs around the country. You can read the entire article on Medium if you like, here.
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    14 mins