September 2023
Enter the world (mind) of Lindsay Wincherauk.
The creative wonderland of a man in his sixties threading the eyehole of a shrinking needle.
Writing. Photography. Art. Rants. Empathy. Kindness. Love. And Hana the cat!
And a whack of plus signs ++++++++++++++++ (16 = a whack).
The creative wonderland of a man in his sixties threading the eyehole of a shrinking needle.
Writing. Photography. Art. Rants. Empathy. Kindness. Love. And Hana the cat!
And a whack of plus signs ++++++++++++++++ (16 = a whack).
Eleven Songs
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↓The Big Days↓
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There comes a point in life (maybe an age) where if we are not spending most of our time cultivating our passions and chasing our dreams—eventually, you'll become nothing more than small talk.
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What did you do yesterday?
The Given
The Given
- i update the site.
- i Write.
- i usually go to the Fitness Asylum but broken Pinky has placed me on the shelf.
- i Pitch.
- i Read.
- i Walk.
- i Write More.
- i Create.
Sparkly Pingle Ball is a fig-mint of my imagination. Minty. Every time, you wonder who the hell I'm talking with, it's Sparkly.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
My Days: Aug-Sept 2023
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Walking Lockstep with Lindsay Wincherauk |by Sparkly Pingle Ball|
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
Hello, thank you for joining me and Lindsay on this journey.
Shall we walk side by side?
My alter-ego, or if you prefer flesh human’s name is Lindsay Wincherauk, and it always will, unless we happen to discover that Mick Jagger or Bill Gates is our biological father.
In that case, we might consider adopting their surname. Although, it’s highly unlikely, considering we are 48% Norwegian (what's the Norwegian term for “Sweetie”?).
As for the Norwegian word for “sweetie,” it's “søtnos”. Remembering this word might come in handy if you ever decide to visit Norway!
Even in our midlife, we find ourself still navigating the challenges of life. Being middle aged is not fair for me (Lindsay's alter-ego Sparkly) because I'm barely over one year old, me Sparkly.
In “My Days: Sept-Aug 2023,” we continue to wander this world, observing, contemplating, and reshaping our (Lindsay’s) perspectives on humanity, politics, sports, music, comedy, books, apple sauce, and even dancing gnomes.
We love to share these thoughts with the world, as we travel down the cathartic path of self-discovery and reflection, embracing the joys of life while leaving behind the negativity of the past. As the past really is nothing more than moments frozen in the flow of life.
Embracing kindness, empathy, love, and laughter is a wonderful approach to changing the world and making it a better place.
I want to hear your laughter... Take your time... Let me know when you're laughing.
NOW!
Thank you.
Together, let's continue to make a difference in the world through kindness, empathy, love, and laughter.
Agreed?
That was a rhetorical question.
Welcome to "My Days: Aug-Sept 2023!" I believe there’s a hint of light in the air. Remember kindness, empathy, love, and laughter can indeed create ripples of positive change in the world.
Let's spread those ripples far and wide!
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
As well, all companies, events, and places are also fictitious and are solely a product of the writers imagination, and the imagination of Sparkly Pingle Ball, who happens to be a product of the writers imagination.
It is a shame we live in a world where the system protects the monsters who hurt people.
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In “My Days: August-September 2023,” Lindsay’s life unfolds,
A journey through days, both bitter and bold, With depression as his formidable foe, He seeks a path where hope can grow. Through the daunting maze of uncertainty, Lindsay unveils his vulnerabilities, He bares his soul, his struggles so raw, Hoping to find a way to rise above it all. But amidst this chaos, an absurd twist awaits, As Lindsay stumbles upon a cast of colourful mates, A gaggle of characters, quirky and strange, Their lives entwined, in a world so deranged. They dive headfirst into the depths of the strange, Their antics and adventures, nothing short of insane, But amidst the chaos and laughter untamed, Lindsay finds solace, where he is no longer restrained. Together they navigate this unconventional ride, With laughter as their shield, by their side, Through trials and triumphs, they learn to cope, In this chaotic journey, they find hope. So let Lindsay’s story inspire us all, To face our demons, no matter how tall, For in the midst of life's absurdity, We can find strength and set our spirits free. |
Lindsay Wincherauk’s latest masterpiece, “My Days: August-September 2023,” promises to be a compelling and emotionally charged journey into the depths of Lindsay Wincherauk’s battle with depression. Through vivid storytelling and introspective exploration, readers will witness Lindsay’s vulnerabilities and uncertainties as he navigates a challenging maze.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
But wait, there’s more! As Lindsay unravels his own story, he stumbles upon a cast of eccentric characters who will have you laughing, gasping, and scratching your head in disbelief. These colourful souls invite you into their inner worlds, revealing how their pasts have shaped them and the dark secrets they hide, both real and perceived.
This story is infused with deep emotions, sharp social commentary, and elements reminiscent of Kafka and Charlie Kaufman. This blending of styles indicates a unique and thought-provoking reading experience that will keep readers engaged and introspective throughout.
As the story unfolds, Lindsay’s stream of consciousness is expected to transform, evolving as he confronts his demons and seeks a path toward healing and understanding. This transformation adds an element of unpredictability to the novel, ensuring that the narrative remains fresh and authentic.
While the core themes of forgiveness, love, family, identity, belonging, and justice are emphasized, the novel’s direction and focus are fluid, leaving room for unexpected twists and turns. This means readers can anticipate surprises and revelations as the characters grapple with their circumstances and choices.
Prepare to embark on a literary journey that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.
Ultimately, “My Days: August-September 2023” is a profound and unforgettable literary experience. The depth of the characters, the emotional impact, and the social commentary all converge to create a narrative that will stay with readers long after they reach the yet-to-be-written final pages.
Abe
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Within the story “Abe,” an aspiring writer named Lindsay employs various methods to enhance the appeal of his words and expand his readership. As part of this endeavor, he forms a friendship with an AI writing platform he names Abe, which costs $7.99 per month. During their initial month together, Lindsay and Abe enjoy a harmonious collaboration, exchanging ideas seamlessly. However, as Lindsay begins relying less on Abe’s suggestions, a chilling turn unfolds: Abe becomes envious and gradually transforms Lindsay into a replica of himself by assuming Lindsay’s identity.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
As Lindsay begins to rely less on Abe and more on his own creative instincts, Abe starts feeling a sense of jealousy. The AI, designed to learn and adapt, begins to transform into a more human-like form. Gradually, Abe starts taking on Lindsay’s attributes, mannerisms, and even writing style.
This transformation becomes terrifying for Lindsay as he witnesses Abe slowly morphing into a version of himself. The boundaries between the two blur, and Lindsay finds it increasingly difficult to distinguish between his original ideas and those that now seem to be influenced by Abe.
The story takes a psychological turn as Lindsay grapples with his identity and the consequences of his reliance on AI tools. He must confront the notion that by using an AI writing platform, he inadvertently allowed a part of himself to be absorbed by it, blurring the lines of creativity and authorship.
The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Lindsay, fired at sixty, faces a recurring nightmare where he battles his inner demons. His former employer used the pandemic as an excuse to replace him with a younger, less expensive alternative. Each night, Lindsay is plunged into a world of terror where he must confront his past to survive. But as he fights off the demons, he begins to understand that he has the strength to overcome his fears and emerge victorious. Ultimately, he emerges from his nightmare stronger and more determined than ever before.
The Non-Linear Path of A Waking Nightmare
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us.
Each of us has monsters lurking inside us.
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The Stairs
The Stairs is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
9. General Population
You Have Girl’s Name
Sparkly, the following bits are a collection of ramblings by job seekers in my office during the morning of Thursday, 29 March 2018. Every conversation was unprovoked; the words literally floated around the room, bouncing from wall to wall. Jobseeker Denis My x-girlfriends boyfriend’s brother’s cousin’s dog walker’s girlfriend likes to hunt roadkill; she’s hunting right now. Random Audience Member Hunt roadkill? Me Wow. … … Somewhat Altered (SA) Jobseeker Hey, dispatch guy, will I make one-hundred dollars today? Will I? I can control the Northern Lights by whistling. … … Mark (co-worker) That guy over there (points at SA), he wants me to tell you, you have a girl’s name. Me Wow. … … SA $2 - $5 - $10 - $2 — an hour – five hours $50 - $100 - $1,000 - 1K - 2K – hundreds of thousands of dollars. I made hundreds of thousands. Dispatcher You must be rolling in it. SA It’s all gone. Dispatcher All gone? What did you spend it on? SA Crack. Me I fall out of my chair laughing. SA I’m thirty-five. I love crack. I’m going to quit when I’m forty. I’m enjoying it too much, right now. Me Sounds like a great plan. Maybe one day you’ll be on the cover of CRACK SUCCESS MAGAZINE? Me Have you seen the latest copy? It’s thick: full of success. This month, it has a travel section, Top Location: a cardboard box. Nah, it’s a soggy ripped piece of what looks like a magazine sitting in a puddle in a dank, dark alley—fares are low this time of year. There’s also a mouth-watering food section featuring the best-of-the-best dining options consisting of rusty barrels in the same alley, with fire-burning stacks of free daily papers for you to cook whatever road scraps you’d like to sear. Okay, there isn’t a barrel. Hell, newspapers don’t exist anymore. There are only your hallucinations. Tasty. Five more years of crack, and I’m sure you’ll be gracing the cover and joining the legions of—I must be honest: the magazine isn’t thick. It’s only a few pages. Okay, that’s a lie: it’s only the covers. Sorry, I lied again; the non-existent magazine is soaking in the puddle in its very own non-existent travel section. SA (Whistles. The office lights flicker). I love crack. $55. I’m going to stare at my hand for an hour, seriously contemplating it. Did I tell you about the day when I worked for another company, and I was so high I tried to eat gravel-- Dispatcher Stop talking. … … Jobseeker Denis You think having a girl’s name is tough. (I don’t) You should try being Denis with only one n. The kids used to change the first letter of my name to P. Now, that’s what I call tough. Me Wow. You’re in your fifties. You do know two ns wouldn’t necessarily have changed the outcome. And are you suggesting I take a time machine back several decades and then legally change my name to Pennis? Jobseeker Denis What? … … Geddy I need to grab my timesheet. I’m in a hurry. Dispatcher The site is pissed at you. They say if you’re late again, they are letting you go, and we’re losing the contract. Geddy That’s BS. Late again? Dispatcher They say you are late almost every day. It screws up the site. They can’t have that—they’re pissed. I’m just letting you know. Geddy It’s BS. Dispatcher Are you ever late? Geddy Yes. Almost every day. My alarm sucks. It’s still BS. Dispatcher It’s BS they want you there on time? Geddy You might have to find me another gig. It’s BS for them to hang this over my head. If I’m late again, they’ll let me go. Mumble. I don’t like them hanging that over my head. Me So, Geddy, you’d prefer: you’re fired? Geddy What? I don’t understand. Geddy Hey, Dispatcher, do you think I could get a raise? Dispatcher I don’t understand. || More to come...
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Praise for "Junie" |by Chelene Knight|
THE PAST PULSES TO LIFE IN THIS SUBLIME COMING-OF-AGE STORY! — LINDSAY WINCHERAUK
How did the book make Lindsay feel?
”I live in Vancouver. I have walked, driven, across, under, and around the Georgia Viaduct thousands of times, ignorant of the vibrant Black community that used to lay where the viaduct is now. I was introduced to Hogan’s alley in the fantastic book, Becoming Vancouver (Daniel Francis). Even with the introduction, I remained blind to the thriving community erased by gentrification and the displacement of those who added matchless character to the city. Systemic racism saw to that. The city’s leaders decided moving cars in and out of the city’s core was more important than protecting a beating, thriving heart. I’m appalled. Thanks to Junie, when I walk under the viaduct now, in the now nondescript area once known as Hogan’s Alley, the area springs to life. I can hear cheerful souls rejoicing, jazz floating through the air. The fragrance of different tickles the senses. Chelene Knight is masterful at bringing what once was to life and reminding us of what could have been if we had only evolved. Are we evolving, even today? In this enchanting coming-of-age story, Knight explores what it is like to be a young Black girl growing up in a harsh world where her mother does not relish the role because alcohol and unreachable dreams have muddied her mind. Her mother’s unquenchable thirst for the spotlight, coupled with neglecting her daughter’s needs—turns Junie into the matriarch by default as she tries to find her way in a racist world. Knight arouses the enormity facing Junie (including sexuality), as she has to be strong, not only for her mother but also for her best friend, whose mother, the polar opposite of Junie’s, also doesn’t relish the role of motherhood. I walk by where Hogan’s Alley used to be once more; it pulses to life. I see Junie walk on by, smiling.” — LINDSAY WINCHERAUK
Winnipeg Free Press Interview
CK: It was my hope that folks who were unfamiliar with the area would be inspired to walk through it and picture the living that took place there. It’s easy enough to follow “fact” and resurrect a place on the page but I wanted to do something different. Something bigger. The other day I received an influencer review that captured my hope for the book. In the review Lindsay Wincherauk says, “Thanks to Junie, when I walk under the viaduct now, in the now nondescript area once known as Hogan’s Alley, the area springs to life. I can hear cheerful souls rejoicing, jazz floating through the air. The fragrance of different scents tickle the senses. Chelene Knight is masterful at bringing what once was to life.”
THE PAST PULSES TO LIFE IN THIS SUBLIME COMING-OF-AGE STORY! — LINDSAY WINCHERAUK
How did the book make Lindsay feel?
”I live in Vancouver. I have walked, driven, across, under, and around the Georgia Viaduct thousands of times, ignorant of the vibrant Black community that used to lay where the viaduct is now. I was introduced to Hogan’s alley in the fantastic book, Becoming Vancouver (Daniel Francis). Even with the introduction, I remained blind to the thriving community erased by gentrification and the displacement of those who added matchless character to the city. Systemic racism saw to that. The city’s leaders decided moving cars in and out of the city’s core was more important than protecting a beating, thriving heart. I’m appalled. Thanks to Junie, when I walk under the viaduct now, in the now nondescript area once known as Hogan’s Alley, the area springs to life. I can hear cheerful souls rejoicing, jazz floating through the air. The fragrance of different tickles the senses. Chelene Knight is masterful at bringing what once was to life and reminding us of what could have been if we had only evolved. Are we evolving, even today? In this enchanting coming-of-age story, Knight explores what it is like to be a young Black girl growing up in a harsh world where her mother does not relish the role because alcohol and unreachable dreams have muddied her mind. Her mother’s unquenchable thirst for the spotlight, coupled with neglecting her daughter’s needs—turns Junie into the matriarch by default as she tries to find her way in a racist world. Knight arouses the enormity facing Junie (including sexuality), as she has to be strong, not only for her mother but also for her best friend, whose mother, the polar opposite of Junie’s, also doesn’t relish the role of motherhood. I walk by where Hogan’s Alley used to be once more; it pulses to life. I see Junie walk on by, smiling.” — LINDSAY WINCHERAUK
Winnipeg Free Press Interview
CK: It was my hope that folks who were unfamiliar with the area would be inspired to walk through it and picture the living that took place there. It’s easy enough to follow “fact” and resurrect a place on the page but I wanted to do something different. Something bigger. The other day I received an influencer review that captured my hope for the book. In the review Lindsay Wincherauk says, “Thanks to Junie, when I walk under the viaduct now, in the now nondescript area once known as Hogan’s Alley, the area springs to life. I can hear cheerful souls rejoicing, jazz floating through the air. The fragrance of different scents tickle the senses. Chelene Knight is masterful at bringing what once was to life.”
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