Maybe it's more like the mouth of a crocodile, and I'm an ibis, perched in it's open jaw, picking scraps out from between it's teeth, warmed by it's acrid, necrotic breath, poised in symbiosis. Not a bad incarnation of Quetzalcoatl, a mystic union between bird and viper-beast. Not a bad strategy for weathering the immanent Aquarian onslaught. Maybe ( Read more... )

I'm the prodigal daughter of my own neurochemistry. My sympathetic nervous system is merciless and my parasympathetic nervous system is ineffectual and overcompensating. I either want to attack and destroy, or hibernate until the Equinox. I want to taste hot blood or smell fresh cool chlorophyll. I am either a joyful, loyal pack-member, or a ( Read more... )

this maya is like groundhog day on the eve of the collapse of western civilization. all signifiers are reversed, inverted and debased. all escape routes lead to the self-same center of the burning labyrinth. all advice seems to be doublethink, in an endless instant at the event horizon of a cosmic implosion. it seems as delayed as it is premature. ( Read more... )

When white westerners practice Yoga, is it always necessarily an unacceptable form of cultural appropriation?

Can I still be an anarchafeminist if I <3 Lady Gaga ( Read more... )

I think I want to write a comparative ethnography of Argentine tango at its inception and Wiemar Cabaret. Specifically, I am interested in these moments as genealogical precursors to the contemporary queer tango underground in Buenos Aires, it's related techno scene, and post-Cold War Berlin electronic music culture. I want to examine these ( Read more... )

In celebration of my epic near death experience, and my quarter-century, I'm going to shake my fully fused pelvis at this tomorrow night.

Peeps in my bioregion are encouraged to join me.

Also, Mike and I decided to revise the narrative about our falling accident abroad- it happened a little more like this:

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Stuff I wanna do:

-Really actually learn to be less dependent on the grid
-Work-trade/learn from off the grid-homesteaders
-not blow the GRE
-get a phd in cultural anthropology,
-get an institution to pay me, fund my travels/research so I can do solidarity work, learn, write and teach about resistant/creative/agentic projects and active lifeways
-learn ( Read more... )

nope, i'm still math-retarded.  the sunrise is blocked by the indiglo smog of the biotech district.  mike sleeps with his feet planted, legs crossed. i was living in berlin a year ago, now i just watch it on the internet. i missed my hampshire-besty's wedding because they wouldn't let me buy plane tickets with foodstamps.  i had a  dream that kale ( Read more... )

I escaped scummerville's heartbreak hotel and relocated to  a much more navigable, inhabitable comfortable chaos-dwelling.

I willingly indentured myself to a near-full time capital harvest in a telephone farm-bank where I reap factory farmed market research as a de-classe consumer ethnographer, that I may not be able to die of poverty.  Food stamps ( Read more... )

civilization is the parasite and i am lodged in it's prison-body. it's symbionts, the guards who are also inmates are all psychic vampires, and by virtue of my own internment, i have already let them all in. i am being eaten from the inside, and i am suffocating and deteriorating in the noxious caustic vapors of the carceral organ. maybe i will ( Read more... )