{horn intro} This small town and the darkness of an artificial evening can hold space for a middle-aged woman walking her dog and scream-crying [and dancing] to the soundtrack of her adultification. For 48 minutes and 50 seconds, I am transported to the beginnings of figuring out how to be alive in this world. AndContinue reading “Rainy Monday dog-walking daylight-savings blues OR Good News for People Who Love Bad News”
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Decoupling Pleasure from Consumerism OR happily buying less stuff
On Saturdays [especially when it is not gardening season] I sleep in and read long-form journalism. This Saturday it was the Atlantic. Among the political stuff [which I am giving myself permission to skim or skip right now] I encountered this article from the Atlantic on the new Amazon Haul which I found perversely fascinating. Continue reading “Decoupling Pleasure from Consumerism OR happily buying less stuff”
Masking Virtuoso Takes the Day Off
My mother was recently visiting our family for a little more than a week. Some friends have said that a week is a “long” visit. Though I understand that this statement is relative, the designation of the visit as “long” is both a gross understatement and completely untrue. It’s untrue because saying the visit isContinue reading “Masking Virtuoso Takes the Day Off”
Obsolescence, OR Bildungsroman
My oldest kid is turning 13 in less than a week. By itself this doesn’t really mean a lot because age is just a number. It is not so much that I feel like, as common parenting tropes would suggest, that it all goes by so fast. No, I would not trade an “ok boomer”Continue reading “Obsolescence, OR Bildungsroman”
Reality, Mysticism and Psychedelia
The first time I ever “tripped” I was sitting in a university classroom. I went on a mystical journey to a time before time, where the totality of what would have been existence represented itself to me as a tableau my mind could comprehend: a committee meeting to choose the laws of physics where godContinue reading “Reality, Mysticism and Psychedelia”
Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later
September 11th was about three weeks into my first year of college. I was 18 years old, living on my own for the first time with strangers in an un-airconditioned, 6 story brick oven of fellow underclass students on the southern campus of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. I had a newContinue reading “Where were you? On memory and collective processing of September 11th, 20 years later”
Retrospective
My new year begins on my birthday and not so much New Year’s Day the federal holiday. Part of this is because my birthday is very close to the spring equinox [in the Northern Hemisphere] and spring feels more “new” than two weeks after the winter solstice when we’re all exhausted and it’s too darkContinue reading “Retrospective”
On Middle Age, Intentional Parenting and Media Criticism
Recently, I have reached the point in my life where I am past the age of experts, which is to say that I am actually in the cohort of “real” adults who are driving the status quo and the locus of common sense that everyone else is relying upon to construct their reality. What thisContinue reading “On Middle Age, Intentional Parenting and Media Criticism”
The Oracle of Z 