Mount Eerie & Julie Doiron - [Lost Wisdom, Pt. 2] (https://resources.tidal.com/images/99b0348a/7400/47dd/9d24/bc6a4b6d1125/1280x1280.jpg)

Release Date: November 8th

Label: P. W. Elverum & Sun

Genre: Indie Folk, Singer/songwriter

Singles: Love Without Possession, Belief pt. 2

Streams: Spotify, Apple Music, Google Play

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Lost Wisdom pt. 2 is the second collaborative studio album by Mount Eerie and Julie Doiron. It was released on 8 November 2019.

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Distract yourself and keep busy. Work hard on bettering yourself in anyway you can.

Do wholesome things which help with mental health.

Rationalise the pros and cons of gambling there are basically few pros to many cons.

Forget about short term gratification and be gratified instead by long term efforts and hard work.

Read self help/psychology books, learning about the brain is great and helpful.

Be grateful for what you have and try to forget about money and the hedonic treadmill.

Commit to abstinence and be proud of it. Gambling thoughts will cross your mind you must say no to them every time.

Know that gambling goes on forever and you only stop at minus or zero, there’s no point to it.

Gambling effectively turns me into a horrible person and a failure. It simulates the primitive part of the brain constantly which we don’t need to be switched on in order to be a normal person when we gamble we basically turn into a chimp until we ease out of it.

Your brain has a gambling module and the only way to stop it is too stop and let it fade down and never activate again by not gambling. Gambling is a big fat con!

Don’t go into gambling mode. Once you place a bet you activate gambling mode and then the degen simulation starts.

There you go there’s my thoughts and insight on gambling. I hope it helps.

And stay away from loot boxes in games and skins gambling - this is what fucked me up the other day. I didn’t want to gamble to win money I wanted some decent skins but even that was enough for me to start my gambling module!!!

Didn’t expect it. Had I not wanted better csgo skins then I wouldn’t of lost money.

Basically any form of gambling whether it’s for money or not will activate your gambling module.

Ughhh go lay on the edge of a cliff with your new “dream job”. Whatever it is that week. Just go.

Part 1

The night Eliza found her way home, my wife passed out drunk in the tub, the bathroom door locked from the inside. She wasn’t ‘taking any chances’.

I peeked in on Eliza every few hours. Questions clawed their way to the front of my mind: where had she been? How did she come back? And why now, after all this time?

Since returning, my daughter hadn’t said a single word, nor had she smiled, giggled, or displayed any kind of human emotion. She just ate, played, and slept. The psychiatrist said this was a common response to trauma, and insisted Eliza would soon become more like her former self. She just needed love and support.

Unfortunately, her mother wasn’t prepared to offer either of those...

As the days passed, the neighborhood became infested with more and more reporters and photographers, each desperate to break the story.

“I’m leaving,” my wife said one night. “The second those parasites lose interest, I’m gone.”

“You can’t leave. What are people gonna say?”

“Not my problem.”

“It is your problem,” I replied, more angrily than intended. “You’re responsible for this mess. Or did you forget?”

Complete silence. From her pained expression, it was clear I’d crossed a line.

I felt a mixture of relief and horror around Eliza. Part of me believed it was her—I’d recognize her button nose and reddish cheeks anywhere—but then she’d throw a peculiar glance, which would twist my gut.

The lawyer told us we had to make a statement. Even though Eliza was alive, there were people online who refused to let go of their ‘crackpot’ theories, not to mention the detective who kept skulking around.

“We’ll dress up the lounge,” the lawyer said. “Show the three of you on the couch, one big happy family. We’ll ask the public to respect your privacy. Once the stories out there, the reporters will lose interest.”

We agreed to go along with the charade.

Channel 6 sent out a dark-haired lady I recognized from the evening news to conduct the interview. Mercifully, she lobbed us nothing but softballs.

“…absolutely delighted Eliza's home…”

“…of course, in fact, I’d say we’re happier than ever…”

“…not sure, we’re just taking it one day at a...”

She eventually turned to my wife. “You’ve been awfully quiet. Is everything okay?”

My wife looked at me, looked at the cameras, and the eager-eyed producers standing behind them. “I’m still in shock is all.”

With that, the attention tap

I haven't slept in 36 hours.
oops.

First | Next

 

My back is in agony.
 

cracking my eyes open I stare up at the ceiling above.
 

This is not my room. Rolling over I realise I'm lying on the hard cold deck.
 

Why?
 

Memories of what happened before I blacked out return.
 

Ah, right.
 

I'm apparently five hundred and twenty something years in the future.
 

Fuck.
 

Sighing I force myself up and back into my seat, still not comfortable but better than the deck.
 

Although my back screams at me the entire time I'm moving.
 

Glancing at Bronte's display, its dark. I call out. "Bronte? You around?"
 

After a moment she reappears frowning down at me. "Ah, Lieutenant, awake at last I see."
 

I grunt at her, see I can be just as eloquent.
 

Don't give me that look.
 

Anyway.
 

Rolling her eyes at my response she continues.
 

"I have taken the liberty of moving the ship into this systems asteroid belt. Partially for cover and partially so I can send what remains of our drone swarm out to hunt for any resources we are in desperate need of."
 

Leaning back in my chair I tap at the screen in front of me.
 

"Right, can you show me what we need." I try to be commanding but the yawn at the end kind of ruined the image. I need an issue to work on, take my mind off the current situation.
 

Flicking her fingers a report springs up before me. Taking a moment to read over it. Oof, we are in trouble.
 

Our primary issue is Titanium Alloy, it’s what makes up the ships armour, superstructure as well as a number of interior sections. Most of the rear half of the ship is intact, it’s the front half that's the issue.
 

It'd be better to list the compartments that can still hold atmo.
 

There's four.
 

Four compartments that can hold air, out of almost a hundred.
 

Wonderful.
 

Still the old gal made it out, goes to show how well these ships are built.
 

Honeycombed superstructures may be exorbitantly expensive, but damn are they effective.
 

So, we need to replace all that hull plati

Basically, I lost like 3 stone a year or so ago purely with diet and light exercise. I joined my gym a few months ago to try and take myself to the 'next level' as my body shape needed to now change and this would only happen through working out. 2 months ago I got the PT at the gym to make me a personalised program and was quite excited by this to have proper guidance in the gym. I put my trust 100% in their knowledge and didn't question a thing, just told myself to stick to it no matter what, which I have. Just that I wanted to get stronger and gain muscle, and if losing a bit more weight along the way then thats okay but not my actual goal. My plan consists of 45 minutes (minimum) cardio after every weight session i do, and the more I read the more I think I don't actually need anywhere near as this much cardio and would much prefer to spend more time doing weight training.

Am I wrong here and is there anything I should change? I also do BJJ 2x a week so this is a great cardio workout for me anyway!

-wind will always find its way home

-melted ice cream is just cream

-water is for the weak

-graphing will never help you in real life

-food is a friend to all

-Mayo is not food. It is the creator of all evil

-to scoop ice cream easily...microwave spoon to warm up

-to get revenge on mosquitoes, inject poison into blood to kill mosquitoes

More shall follow...

Hi! I apologize for stopping the last post abruptly, but it got longer than I realized and I had to run to work. This post will also probably be long but I'm going to try and finish the story. I want to mention this all happened around 15 years ago, so this is to the best of my memory, and certain parts I only know the overall story and not many details. Also it was pointed out last post that Sally wasn't a nurse, but I don't know what her credentials were and nurse was the best short hand I could come up with. She was in charge of all my grandfather's medical care and it was fitting. Anyways on to the story.

So like I said in the last post, soon after the funeral we noticed things were missing from the house. Some of the things missing were things that made sense, like jewelry. For example my grandfather's cufflinks and tie clips that he always wore to church on Sunday when he was still well enough were missing, also well some heirloom jewelry from my grandmother's side. However there were also things missing that made no sense to be gone.

My grandmother had been a Catholic before she married my grandfather, but then converted to Methodist after they married. Even still, she had a statue of the Virgin Mary that she had painted while pregnant with my oldest aunt that she would pray and talk too when she was stressed or happy. She also had a rosary that she had kept. Both of those were missing, as well as a music box with a photo of my grandparents on their wedding day, more than a few of the records and movies my grandparents had collected over the years, and perhaps the most bizarre of all, family photos, some even gone with their frames.

Some of the things we had no idea how long they had been gone, like the jewelry or the sentimental items from my grandmother. They were mostly items in the bedroom, and people rarely went in there, as my grandfather insisted on seeing people in the kitchen or living room. The other things, like the photos, movies, and records however, had been seen recently as they were all in the living room. At this point we still didn't know everything that was about to happen, and despite the issues with the time of death, we still trusted Sally.

Things however started to really go sideways when my aunts went to go start settling the estate. The will was relatively straightforward, but they soon found out that someone was both challenging the will, as well as claiming the property should transfer to them. This was a huge surp

I'm rewatching The Office, again, and I just got to when Micheal leaves for Colorado. I legit teared up and feel like I just lost a friend.

This show has a powerful grip on me...

I recently got PT in my right ear following my lower right wisdom tooth pushing through my gum and causing me great jaw and ear pain. Could the PT I am now experiencing be caused by the tooth moving? I can see that the TMJ is connected to the jaw but I am not a doctor.

Part 1

The night Eliza found her way home, my wife passed out drunk in the tub, the bathroom door locked from the inside. She wasn’t ‘taking any chances’.

I peeked in on Eliza every few hours. Questions clawed their way to the front of my mind: where had she been? How did she come back? And why now, after all this time?

Since returning, my daughter hadn’t said a single word, nor had she smiled, giggled, or displayed any kind of human emotion. She just ate, played, and slept. The psychiatrist said this was a common response to trauma, and insisted Eliza would soon become more like her former self. She just needed love and support.

Unfortunately, her mother wasn’t prepared to offer either of those...

As the days passed, the neighborhood became infested with more and more reporters and photographers, each desperate to break the story.

“I’m leaving,” my wife said one night. “The second those parasites lose interest, I’m gone.”

“You can’t leave. What are people gonna say?”

Read the rest here. Enjoy :D