The Third Letter


Little Mama is dying. I wrote her some letters, and Milena told me she read them to her, and that she told everyone to make plans to go to Ft Worth for the big art opening in December. That makes me happy, to know that she wants to go. That project was a big one […]

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Tamara Cortez’ Flow Notes: Gifts of a Truly Compassionate & Loving Healer


Tamara Jo Cortez’ new book, Flow Notes (E-book version reviewed, available at Balboa Press or Amazon) may at first glance seem a sweet, simple collection of positive affirmations. However, while her notes do positively affirm my oft-disturbed spirit and give rise to smiles in the same way as do sweet and simple post-it notes on […]

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My Bed is a Warm Planet


My heart trembles like a poor leaf The planets whirl in my dreams. The stars press against my window. I rotate in my sleep. My bed is a warm planet. ~Marvin Mercer P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem New York City, N.Y. (1981) (Published as intro to Carl Sagan’s only work of fiction, Contact) via flickr.com

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Eating is Becoming


An isolated incident. I’m a normal guy. I don’t know what happened. I mean, it could happen to anybody, eh? I’ve always figured there were too many people on this planet anyway, and that most of them are pretty miserable if they’re not starving to death. But I’m justifying myself in retrospect. Shit. Okay. I’ll […]

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Worried about Alito


Why do i not trust Samuel Alito during his Senate confirmation hearings these past couple days? I mean, from what i’ve heard on NPR, he actually sounds like he’d be a fair and impartial Supreme Court Justice… So what’s wrong? Why do i not feel like i should believe him? I think i know why: […]

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Blogging is…


blogBlogging is…Blogging is very frustrating… makes me feel somehow inadequate when i can’t get to it regularly… like i’m letting down my “audience.” As if anyone has time to sit and read my blog. I wish i had time to do all the things i would love to do, like create/compose/perform/record music, read books by crazy leftists, help get GWBush kicked out of office ASAP, etc.There are just so many diversions these days… I really think this is one reason the neo-conservatives have been able to take over the White House: the masses of Americans are too busy taking their kids to soccer practice, surfing the web, going to concerts, listening to their iPods, making iMovies, watching “Survivor” and “the Bachelor” and “West Wing” and “Carnivale” and “the Sopranos.” (One of my favorite mottos: “so much TV, so little time…”)I keep hoping that blogging will someday help me get my life together much like journalling used to in the 80s and early 90s. I need to be able to “puke on the page”– even if the page is a computer screen. But there is definitely a difference between writing in pen on paper and typing on a keyboard to a computer display. That whole “computer as separator” thing: the internet gives us “virtual personalities” in which we never really “meet” the people we’re “interacting” with… we never physically touch them… and to me, physical touch is the heart of knowing someone… And that same lack is there in typing to a computer display: touch the plastic of those keys down here, something happens up here on the screen– separate… what a quantum physicist might call a “non-local effect.” As is by “magic.” Which it literally would be to someone from Isaac Newton’s time.Anyway, going to see “Lord of the Ring: Return of the King” tonight! Soo-weet! Opened last night, and Milena & i and Lisa & Matt watched the extended “Fellowship of the Ring” at our place. Guess i’ll just have to remember “Two Towers” on my own… what power films can have…Posted by yugen at December 18, 2003 02:20 PM

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Choragus


Choragus sits lotus-legged with her recorder; history improvises. Dirty dishes pile high, monuments to the appetite; laundry flirts. house-fly & cockroach enthralled actively audience; worker-ants pause. Screaming neighbors counterpoint her breathy melodies; carhorns punctuate. Dust-motes dance atop her varying columns of air; she, the Choreographer.

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