I just sent the following message to my father ( Read more... )

Today's reason for not crawling into the tub and opening an artery: sauteed a pear in some lavender-infused oil, poured it over vanilla icecream, consumed with an IGT Sicilia Roso.

You wouldn't think, would you, that an abscessed tooth would enhance one's sense of smell? These things are, just now, at least correspondant, if not causal. This phenomenon is pleasant when washing one's face with lavender soap, less so when waiting next to a sewer grate to cross the street ( Read more... )

Life is suffering, if we think like buddhists.
Flesh is sinful, if we think like christians.
The revolution is inevitable, if we think like trotskists.

At the gathering I attended this past weekend, I created a workshop entitled, Dismantling our Sacred Obstacles. Its intent was for the men present to explore, how it is we benefit from continuing in patterns that impede us ( Read more... )

About 48 hours ago, my mother's second husband, the purpetrator of the lion's share of the violence I survived growing up, died ( Read more... )

On friday morning, I leave for ten days in Syracuse, Buffalo, Toronto. I'm in a pretty good place to be leaving. Though my back is a wreck, I seem to have concocted a decent management strategy. I am also working through letting go some attachments, of the sort with which the road can be helpful ( Read more... )

Me: Why am I doing this to myself?

Myself: Who else is gonna do it to you?

My eyes are burning from a nuit blanche. There is a cacophony of birdsong outside the house I work at. The young'n's are stirring but mostly asleep. When a colleague gets here at 08h to spell me, I go home and watch the women's final of the roland garros on the tele ( Read more... )

A friend of mine, who's recently become more dear to me, is having a rough time, personally and financially, with consequences including that I'll be seeing a tonne less of him in the next year(s) of our lives ( Read more... )