“Oofda!” as the Norwegians say. This Monday morning, I’m both hung-over and broke. The two are related conditions caused by drinking – drinking a pint at Public Works at 2pm in the afternoon, drinking three cans of Modelo at The New Parish in Oakland along with three shots of shitty …
It is easier to blame another for your own faults. Last fall, I amassed a list of Greg’s limitations: he doesn’t, he can’t, he never, he doesn’t want to. Once started, firewood was everywhere to throw on the burning pile. I had my recriminations – now just to finesse the …
On January 19, I wrote of my confusion with people: what are people for? How do I connect to people and yet remain independent of them? How to foster mutual happiness without forcing a transactional exchange? My people confusion extends deep into primary relationships. Specifically, how close can I get …
Mercury starts in retrograde today. The Astrology counsels: “Mercury’s retrograde periods can cause our plans to go awry. However, this is an excellent time to reflect on the past. Intuition is high during these periods, and coincidences can be extraordinary. When Mercury is retrograde, remain flexible, allow time for extra …
I have not been calm in over six months. I took a year off to relax, but instead have been wound up by one situation after another: road trip, Burning Man, Triangle project, and break-up. Either I perversely love drama or I need frantically to be doing something. It is …
I’m building a pair of wings – small, white, art deco, with two sets of seven lights. Like carpenters who build bridges without nails, I’m trying to hold these wings together only with notches. I will dress as Cupid for an upcoming Valentine’s Day party. I’d like to bring couples …
I’m 42 and my heart is still growing. All this breakup nonsense enlarges my empathy for hurt, my patience to listen, and my compassion for others. I feel like a reformed Grinch whose heart grew three sizes that Christmas day. Physiologically, I try to push apart my ribs, straighten my …
I don’t understand people, or rather the purpose of people. Through the break-up process, I regain independence and separate identity, but I also take on loneliness and isolation. I don’t want to stand alone, but I’m supposed to. I work on so many private projects ranging from sewing, soldering, writing …
Ah, emptiness. Since return from Morocco and end of the Triangle project, I flail about my apartment and the surrounding environ of San Francisco. If I’ve emptied myself of employment, regular personal contact, relationship, identity, and purpose, what might fill me now? Fortunately, it won’t be stuff. I’ve purged and …
Local DJ Jason Kendig plays an 8-hour music set on Friday night in an Oakland warehouse. Who plays for 8 hours? Who stays until 7am? Our hired car skittered back over the Bay Bridge into San Francisco as the sun pleasantly rose. Arriving at 1am, we might leave at 2 …