Heard about this in class today : http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/10/27/california.gang.rape.investigation/index.htmlRead more... )

It's free shot Friday at the Wandering Goat. Individuals who meet various criteria on the hippie spectrum mill around outside, their pitbull variations sitting or standing patiently by the row of backpacks leaning against the building. I can barely hear myself think through the Talking Heads. Add the occasional train to the mix and the symphony of ( Read more... )

 It's amazing to me. It all comes back sort of like that whooshing sound that trains make when you have to take a step back. I don't know. We're all walking around wondering the same thing, I think. We ever gonna feel that way again? Ever ( Read more... )

I am dancing precariously on a very fine line. A line separating some sort of quasi depression and bliss. A line between passion and apathy.

I found myself in a very odd head space this weekend. I attended the Adolescent Sexuality Conference in Seaside, OR. It was attended by educators, health care providers, DHS folks, numerous non-profits and ( Read more... )

We are running through Union Station and I am reminded of Sheila Zigler ( Read more... )

Finally around the bend! I can see the light! Spring might just come after all!

Sitting here at the radio station. Had a number of calls tonight.
"Hey man. What's playing right now?"
And I tell them. It's fun but I'm so tired. Ugh.

"...You behave as if everything I do is part of the story of your life. You are the main character, I am a minor character who doesn't make an appearance until halfway through. Well, contrary to what you think, people are not divided into major and minor. I am not minor. I have a life of my own, just as important to me as yours is to you and in my ( Read more... )

So much has been going on... I feel my fingers itching for a pen, a pencil, a notebook, a napkin somethinganythingdammit. But no, it is not time yet. One of these days I am going to start writing again and I'm not going to stop for a very long time. It feels as though it's been years, and perhaps it has, all I know is that it has been a very long ( Read more... )

Some days I feel like lying on the floor, next to the bed, with the windows open.I listen to "God of Wine" and "Motorcycle Drive By" and the buses pass by outside. In the past two days I've given ten presentations at both an elementary school and a middle school. I have been in the ritzy schools with sliding glass doors (like a Wal-Mart or ( Read more... )

My body is a scroll, a tablet and if you say something that strikes me, I will take note.