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The Three Day Dream...
I took three days away from reading the news over this 4th of July weekend. I hadn’t done anything like this in awhile and I legitimately have no idea what’s going on in the world, not that I don’t care. I do, but it will be waiting for me tomorrow. I had a dream last night that Elon Musk died in a rocket-ship and nobody cared. It was pleasant, woke up feeling good, a smile on my fractured…
Protested Thoughts - 3
The march was a week ago now. I am hopeful it made a difference for the people involved, attending, chanting…etc. A week later, I can’t say it made all of that much a difference to me personally, but that is of no real import. A number of things I could say here but I don’t wish to add to the noise. The only thing I’d want to say is to address the VP who put in for a photo opportunity in the oh…
Protested Thoughts - 2
Protests to me have always felt like funerals. It’s not that I think they make no difference, for some they do. People who are being oppressed, hurt or disregarded, even eliminated often need to feel a part of a larger group, for reinforcement, for encouragement, for enthusiasm and energy. I am happy for people to have these feelings, but it is not why I attend. Going is the right thing to do,…
Protested Thoughts - 1
I may have been in attendance at the No Kings protest in San Francisco, or maybe I wasn’t. It’s difficult or dangerous to say where one is these days…with Meta, with Twitter, with Amazon supporting the birthday parade of he who would be king, people should be everywhere, and nowhere. I might have been out by the Pacific Ocean clearing my head amongst the ceaseless rumbling of waves. Maybe I was…
My Truth vs. My Experience – 3
Smoking is known to cause cancer (true). I like smoking cigarettes (true). I’m going to be that person who smokes cigarettes their whole life and never contract anything health related from doing so (False, My Experience). I need to quit fucking around and quit, for real (True, My experience). Truth is concrete, and I don’t get to have my own selective truth. If I did, I could smoke two packs…
My Truth vs. My Experience – 2
Person Walking: I’m a biological male walking on the sidewalk in the Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco (Truth, His Experience). Person Biking: I’m a biological male bicycling up the street in the Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco (Truth, His Experience). Person lying on the sidewalk: I’m a high, biological male lying half in the sidewalk, half in the street of the Tenderloin…
Day One...
No special announcements. No roaring fire engines below my second-floor window, that glass separating me from Leavenworth Street in this Tenderloin neighborhood of San Francisco. Nix, naught, nothing. Just sitting at the desk below a framed pencil sketch of a crow (dark, smart and mysterious), surrounded by taped index cards with personal messages of what is to be done (write the novel, take the…
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Not my friends...
These are not my friends. I don’t know their names, but I do see them in my neighborhood, usually together, usually laughing and one of them bartends down the street from where I live. They’re friendly enough, both smiling and serious in the rare moments I’ve seen them and they’ve always been (at best) friendly and (at worst) ambivalent. Either of those responses are fine. Preferred. Simple.…
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Death and life...and EMDR
Death and life…and EMDR
I enjoy thinking about how they interact, how they make me feel. I think about this a lot. Last night I was sitting at a bar on Geary Street, texting with my partner about missing these conversations I had with a friend on the darker aspects of life. She humored me and we reflected on the impact of death in our lives, she who has a much more personal acquaintanceship with such things and myself…
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In the moment...
In the moment…
I woke up troubled. Not enough sleep, and then too much coffee with the jitters vibrating my chest, but my mind dull and cloudy. If I think about everything I need to do today, who I’ll speak to, the actions I might be called to make, if I let the entire day play across my thoughts it feels overwhelming. Needing to stay in the moment, one thing at a time. One breath at a time. Okay. -Drake
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Chaos...
Chaos…
I met with my therapist yesterday and we discussed chaos, the way it can inform my work and relationships. I met with my therapist yesterday and we discussed trauma, the way it can inform my work and relationships. I met with my therapist yesterday and she set up weekly sessions for the month of January, gone were the previous discussions of changing to every other week. I sat with myself last…
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Meeting darkness with vulnerability...
Meeting darkness with vulnerability…
Not my impossible job, but on my walk to the impossible job. …and what does that mean? Good question, one I’m still exploring. Let’s start with the impossible job I mentioned in a previous post. Yesterday I was at work when I saw through my office door the site nurse on the move with her vitals equipment. I emerged to discover one of the staff behind closed doors in an office being treated by…
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Melancholy...
Melancholy…
Sometimes I just feel sad. It’s not debilitating or overwhelming, not like what occurred 10 days ago which I will write about at some point, but just a general feeling of sadness that drifts across like a fog, dampening activities or concentration, obscuring the meanings behind the words in the book I’m reading where I have to repeat sentences, realizing I’ve read a paragraph without recalling…
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Doing the same thing, and expecting different results is...
Doing the same thing, and expecting different results is…
…the definition of insanity, to some. I don’t care. I’ve nothing really to lose by trying it again. I really don’t. So, here we go again… I’d like to take these next thirty days to reprogram my thought and action, to move into the directions that sitting here now, seem the most valuable. Daily meditation and exercise, daily photography and writing, journals, a healthy diet and a calm…a real…
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It's Christmas...Cool.
It’s Christmas…Cool.
It’s Christmas day. I feel alright, more or less, sitting in my apartment in the Tenderloin, San Francisco. My partner, parents and most of my friends are in the Midwest so I’m out here alone, but that’s okay. I think Christmas for me is mostly a non-issue, unavoidable but at the same time not really resonating no matter how much I used to enjoy the season in years past. Last night I was…
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Four days in Las Vegas...
Four days in Las Vegas…
It’s 3:30 am as I write this and in five hours I’ll be on a flight to Las Vegas. It’s a stupid city, in a desert, using too much water and too much power and too much consciousness in a lack of consciousness sort of way, but I always have a good time. I’ll be meeting my partner there, who is flying in from Chicago and it’ll be emotional, warm and nice to not feel alone for a little while. A…
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Monster theory...
Monster theory…
I recently discovered a school of thought called Monster Theory. From what I’ve gathered thus far it is a mix of social and critical theory that studies the link between monsters and the cultures from which they’re produced. There’s a lot to see there, and also a question for me in these days of tribalism/division/attacks on diversity/rise of fascism and the years of the virus: what monsters will…
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