The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.- Joseph Campbell Thoughts on authenticity having been turning over in my head like warm compost all month. It's been a season of wild weather; fires, floods, hurricanes. Nature is a kind of messenger sometimes. What could be more honest than the ocean or a blazing…Read more Get Real
american culture
Country Grammar
Herd Heard Hashtag brand belonging Choice & Power Who died and made you CEO Old McDonald had an animal farm Products vs Projects Stuff it in a bucket, they tell us where we fit Let me out Hanging on a hook, hooker Ain't she sweet, ain't she meat While the one holding the money Decides…Read more Country Grammar
End-titled
“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale There are over 7 billion people in the world. I often wonder how many…Read more End-titled
Memotaph
Illusions of safety Attributable to income, incoming Building walls or mending fences? Buying organs, identities, nests Restoration Hardware without the rest Free People Anthro-pologies, we're sorry Batteries not included Starbuck junior If you're hungry They feed you the Body You can take me to church But the poor (of spirit of commerce) are the ones who…Read more Memotaph
V.I.P
It was a radio, then t.v show that started in the 40's and ran for over 20 years; Queen for a Day. Also called the 'Cinderella show', it featured four women sitting in front of a studio audience while Jack Bailey summarized each of their personal struggles with a poetic, mildly sexist, lilt. The audience would…Read more V.I.P
Hello, My Name is Pleasantville
Pleasantville was a film written, directed and produced by Gary Ross in the late 90's. A dystopian fairy tale of sorts, it didn't do so well in the box office despite the talented, well known cast, stunning cinematography and nostalgic soundtrack. The film has always resonated with me because of its strong undertones of civil…Read more Hello, My Name is Pleasantville
Consumed
Last night I dreamt about amorphous blob creatures called muffies. They laid, thoughtless, purple, clam-like yet motionless and unclothed on yoga mats making moaning and sucking sounds with eyeballs connected to no thoughts other than to be fed. I spent the dream trying to manage their slimy groaning needs while actual work scenarios rushed up…Read more Consumed
