Category Archives: Random

Compartmentalization

Everyone at the bar is a similar version of someone I know. A strange philosophical anthropology where I’ve condensed everything I know about human nature to a few major archetypes, I’m not arrogant enough to think it’s measurable. I ascribe to empathy and the idea that sensitivity extends beyond the frayed nerves you see on my exterior. Feeling someone’s aura is only called intuition when it’s useful. The gut feeling that a person is bad for you doesn’t count if you still sleep with them. That’s called setting a trap and then falling into it. Recognizing bad seeds is a talent. Don’t get it twisted. Continue reading Compartmentalization

Saturnalia

The best part of my life is moments like these. Continue reading Saturnalia

Perhaps.

The story is complete. I didn’t find the villain until the very end and surprise, it’s not actually me. Shedding the last of my childhood trappings, I finally shaved my head completely. Fulfilling a 21-year old desire, it brought me right back to the center of the wheel. Less of a fool, I’m sure of the magician inside me. The next few symbolic roles may or may not play into the story but I’m going all the way up to the Tower. Everything after that is just sycophantic fluff. Continue reading Perhaps.

Eclipses

Everyone’s excited about the mostly full solar eclipse tomorrow morning. I might wake up early enough to see it. I watched one in grade school that I remember vividly so I’m not so eager as some. Astral phenomena are like world records, you only really care about the ones you can clearly witness. The astrological implications of eclipses are more interesting to me. No matter how little someone believes the premise, eclipses clearly affect human behavior. Mercury’s also in retrograde, tigers and bears oh my. Continue reading Eclipses

Sharknado 5

The moral of the story is all people are terrible. Five movies about radioactive sharks trying to conquer the world and the rag-tag misfits working together to stop them? At least it’s not another remake. We’re at a point in the movie where Geraldo Rivera just picked up the heroes in an airship like mother-fucking Cid from Final Fantasy. It was a short-lived venture, probably a budgetary decision.  Continue reading Sharknado 5

Survivor

The older I get the more I value friendships. With everyone. It started with people I like but now I value the people I don’t like as much too. Life is short and friendships aren’t always rosy. There’s a lot of shit to shovel around the world and we should all do our part. Makes my next breakdown more bearable when I know I’m not completely alone. I put too much emphasis on partnership in my 20s. The opposite end of that pendulum swing isn’t polyamory, it’s community. Thankfully, I’ve found one here in Seattle. Continue reading Survivor

Cheese

I have no less than 6 drafts I’ve started within the last 2 weeks. My mind got ahead of my schedule for a while. I tend to lay ’em in clutches. It’s the best way to get one or two turtles back in the ocean. Tonight I escape my writer’s block playing with a camera and interesting lighting. There’s also music at my work and that’s worth taking pictures of for at least a moment. Continue reading Cheese

Ezra Furman

I’m exploiting my wedge in a crack. Looking for potential in places no one checks, it’s my way of surveying humanity. People trying something new for the first time are the best forum for growth. Development happens in discomfort and the people we meet are our main source of disruption. Getting comfortable in a routine leads to ruts in behavior. Staying out of ruts is how we move forward. I’m going to a show in Ballard next week just to see the opener, if he is there. The publicist website lists the show but the venue only lists the headliner. Granted, the Tractor always puts on good shows; I’ll have fun no matter what happens. Continue reading Ezra Furman

Garden Party

I can hear people having sex. I’m at a party where the idea is to be loose. I can’t be loose. I don’t feel comfortable being myself around a group of people without backup. I know people here but I’m missing a partner in crime. The ability to be completely open only happen with trust. I have learned to trust my gut and follow what feels right. Seemingly nonsensical to an observer, I always act with purpose. I like my intelligence and ability to empathize, despite how sharp it makes me. When feeling insecure I use yoga and music is the perfect stress-reliever. Overall, I’m fairly put together. Why can’t I loosen up my emotions? Continue reading Garden Party