I have a bunch of apps on my phone. Some are simple bloatware that came with the phone, but others get a lot of usage, such as the e-mail and texting apps and the social media ones. I use my Chick-Fil-A app on a weekly basis for my Friday lunch, loving the convenience of sitting down at one of my favorite tables and having them bring lunch to me: “My pleasure.”
But there’s another one I downloaded some time ago called ColorNote. It’s similar to another app I had on one of my older phones called Notepad, and the idea is one of writing stuff down for later. Combine that with inspiration that hits me at all hours of the day (or night) and sometimes I get the most cryptic of messages there.
So today I’m going to have some fun on my Substack and go through a few snippets and see if I can remember where I was going with them. It’s sort of like the exercise I did in college as part of daily writing for a full month that we did in our Creativity and Culture class. (Wonder if Mary Cayton, my old professor, is still around forty years later? She might be, since I think she was no more than middle-aged at the time. So I looked her up and she’s a widow and retired as of a few years ago.)
Anyway, here’s the first:
Starlink is considered underserved under BEAD.
This one would be extremely cryptic by itself. But remember the post I did a couple weeks ago about government?
In that post, I described a meeting I went to regarding rural broadband in our area. “It wasn’t until a broadband meeting I attended back this past March that I learned I was in a federally-funded RDOF area.” The above is another of my notes from that meeting, and Starlink was brought up there. The sad thing is we’re in a quadrant of the country where Starlink isn’t even available yet since the satellites to do so haven’t been launched yet - otherwise I would consider it, since I looked into this to find out. And since those under BEAD won’t be funded until at least 2025 for their service, they’re screwed both ways.
Next up:
My job is to turn that rocky, thorny, and trod-upon soil into ground receptive to the missionary’s seed.
That’s the motto of this Substack, which I adopted after some soul-searching earlier this year. It’s why I promote liberty and not dependence.
And then:
Back to normalcy - first this and first that ain’t working for Delaware, or the rest of us.
That thought (because of the Congressional candidacy of Tim Sarah McBride and the governance of our current “representative”) led to this post.
And as I concluded, “The First State needs another ‘first’ - the first Congressional representatives in a long time who put the needs of people and fealty to the Constitution they swear to uphold - and not the exercise of more government power - first.”
But wait, there’s more:
Sometimes when I pray my prayer will include a variation on a theme that America should be blessing God as much as He’s blessed us. But we seldom hold up that end of the bargain.
I literally used that line to open one of my favorite recent posts.
That’s been one of my more popular posts since I started this, in part because I goosed it with a little extra promotion.
And then we have ideas a-bornin’ because they’re fairly recent.
A regulation is just a thumb on the scale.
Here’s a line that was on the note with the opening of my Monday Memory on bummin’ around. But it wasn’t used there, for obvious contextual reasons. It must have been one of those late-night thoughts, so maybe I’ll find a way to use that line as a bouncing-off point for a future post.
A lesson on lingo.
“A life of otherness.”
Just to muddle through: the story of a recession.
This is from the last note I put on my phone, which seems now to be a catch-all for ideas. Respectively, the first is a tickler for a post idea about how the leftists have hijacked language, the second is a phrase I saw that may merit further comment, and the third is a book idea I may someday use. (Or may not, since I have a few other half-started ones on my laptop.) I could serialize it on my Substack, too.
So if you ever wonder how I come up with some of my stuff, wonder no more. Luckily my phone is close by for those times I wake up at 2:30 in the morning with a thought I need to write on.
And by the way, there’s one other lengthy note on my phone - like two paragraphs lengthy - but that one I am saving for an upcoming post. Can’t give away all the good stuff.
Hmmmmmm. That sounds like a good place to close. But you can still Buy Me a Coffee, since I have a page there now. And remember…
Whenever I want to write a letter to the editor or a column I have to wait until God gives me the “kickoff” - otherwise I’m just spinning my wheels. Sounds as if these are your “kickoffs”.
Funny.
That was interesting. Inspiration comes at the oddest times. Usually when I'm in the middle of doing some heavier physical labor and have to remember the thought till I can write it down. Not take your mind off the task which would be dangerous. But there is space where your mind can wander and come up with things.