the endgame. a story yet to be told. i wonder why and i wonder where and then i skip and dance and laugh
find me in the wildflowers and follow madness into eternity
Saturday, April 13, 2024
Tuesday, February 27, 2024
Monday, February 26, 2024
i've written and unwritten so much since october 7. so many thoughts and emotions. so much rage. never in my life have i felt more impotent, and in the face of broken systems, i have felt impotent many times. i am trying so hard to believe in a world where this madness ends and that the US, its allies and especially Israel will be seen and treated as the pariahs that they are. that's the only justice i can see right now, through my tears of abject sadness and rage. please don't stop raging, writing, singing, dancing, screaming, crying, rallying, demanding, resisting, resisting, resisting, speaking truth to power, fearlessly. don't stop. please don't stop.
i've written and unwritten so much since october 7. so many thoughts and emotions. so much rage. never in my life have i felt more impotent, and in the face of broken systems, i have felt impotent many times. i am trying so hard to believe in a world where this madness ends and that the US, its allies and especially Israel will be seen and treated as the pariahs that they are. that's the only justice i can see right now, through my tears of abject sadness and rage. please don't stop raging, writing, singing, dancing, screaming, crying, rallying, demanding, resisting, resisting, resisting, speaking truth to power, fearlessly. don't stop. please don't stop.
Monday, February 12, 2024
Love poem to my first dog, Norton, who my dad saved from the shelter just months before i was born. Everything I learned, I learned from Norton
Sunday, January 28, 2024
So I've been here three days, trapped in the wastelands of the outernetherlands, wherever that is, and I've discovered a few things. One, it's a slippery slope from country music to screamo and not much slide in between. My ears actually hurt. Two, the hotel has a wonderful hot tub that is usually unused except when me and my broken foot limp along. I have been reading and pondering and thoroughly enjoying the warmth and solidtude.
Until tonight. Tonight, after a full day of intense discussion about human trafficking, copious note taking and irregular brain function, i was looking forward to the heat and solitude of the hot tub. As i entered the holy (non religious holy) space THERE WAS A MAN IN THE HOT TUB. I had a tiny Clash moment (should I stay or should I go now) and ya gotta know, I stayed. I fully intended for silent communal bathing, and then my mouth suddenly and unexpectedly opened.
Lo and behold, dude is a not too shabby looking RCMP officer. I replay the clash. same outcome. I blurted out every single question i wanted an answer to, from general to specific about HT. I criticized cops and especially RCMP, and I talked about situations gone bad with police involvement.All I can say is that the dude abides. He heard it all and he had excellent responses for all of my very difficult questions.I can't marry him because a cop is still a cop but in the hot tub today, i will admit to shifting my thinking on how we relate to cops. perhaps i'll suggest communal bath houses.the end.