Category Archives: Art

Commerce

Art, Book, Daily Life, mur, Quick Thoughts, Random

Today I witnessed a TV commercial for St. Jude Hospital, or as Memphians call it St. Jude’s.  The sad music and slow motion shots of bald white children reminds me of the starving-African-children charity commercials from the early 90s.  Back when things like terrorism and daily suffering happened on other continents.  A submissive male voice sadly recounts the vague premise, “Cancer sucks – We try to make it suck less hard.”  I slowly realize the advertisement is meant to pluck at heart strings.

I’ve probably donated more to St. Jude Children’s Hospital than any other non-profit, cumulatively.  There was a period of time in Memphis when every other purchase I made donated some reciprocal amount to the hospital.  The only pride I could have in Memphis resided in the cancer research done in that facility.  My dark side also relishes the fundamental structure of the experiments – if you offer us your child’s tragedy we’ll give a free lodging and a slice of hope.  It’s a win-win from where I’m standing.  I gave money to them because there was real progress being made.

Seattle feels as far away from Memphis as Memphis does from sub-Saharan Africa.  I suppose it isn’t really that strange.  I just wonder how many people here donate something to St. Jude versus the locals donating to the Seattle Children’s Hospital.  The research St. Jude does is impressive but all sick kids are sad.  Even the curable ones.  I’ve spent most of my recent charity on the service industry recently.  In the coming years I hope to reinvest all my charity in myself.  I guess that means my ultimate goal is to be a good investment.  I think I’ve already found some people who believe that’s true.

Race Relations

Art, Daily Life, First Impressions, mur

Before I moved to the Seattle an intimate acquaintance who lived here before noted, “It’s pretty much like Midtown [Memphis], except everywhere you see black people there are Asian people instead.”  He’s not wrong.  But first you have to remember – Asia is a pretty big place.  I’ve been here a few months now and I’m seeing for myself.  Skin color is a poor way to determine behavior.  I asked a dark-skinned person I know well enough to not offend how he feels about racism in this area.  He said being a black person in the Pacific Northwest is a lot like being invisible.  That, I can certainly relate to.  Continue reading Race Relations →

Father’s Day

Art, Book, mur, Random, Stories

I’ve got a story inside of me. It’s trying to worm its way out through my brain cells like a kidney stone. A solid thing trying to pass through meat. Growing at an agonizing pace, I can’t push it out any faster. It feels like a race against time before it swallows me whole. Occasionally I have glimpses of the final product. It’s something like this. … Continue reading Father’s Day →

Closure

Art, Daily Life, Future Plans, Large Events, mur, Reasons for Things, Stories

It feels like I lined up a row of cars. Something expensive. Like Jaguars or Beamers. I lined them up while wearing white spandex bedazzled with jewels, bragging about how I can use this magical motor-bike to leap over them. Why cars? Why not jump spikes or sharks or alligators? Why is there an image burned in my mind of things soaring over vehicles to varying success?  Obviously I watched the little boy cartoons in the morning. Continue reading Closure →

Patreon

Art, mur, Quick Thoughts, Reasons for Things

I do a lot to avoid discomfort. I’ve had habits, dependencies, addictions and resolve. I’m preventing myself from doing something bad more times than I’ve done the bad thing. The bad things I’ve done often pale in comparison to the truly unkind. But I feel everything the people around me feel. I can’t exist without knowing both sides of the struggle because that line in the middle is exactly where I want to be. I have a personality of extremes and depths of the ocean. That’s a lot of terrain to cover in a human lifetime. I’ve kept my mouth shut long enough about the things I don’t know about. It’s time to talk about the things I do know about.   Continue reading Patreon →

Anal Sex

Art, Daily Life, First Impressions, Future Plans, mur, Quick Thoughts

There’s a difference between making someone come and helping someone come. Therein lies the spectrum of human sexuality. I spent my whole sex life trying to make my partners have orgasms. All that I wore, said and did was in effort to get them off. No concern for my own pleasure or pain, stopping before their climax left me unfulfilled.  The mentality of trying to force an orgasm elicits frustration almost from the start.  Making someone do something implies an oppositional approach in general.  It’s the same thing driving some people to go down so aggressively you’d think those genitals owe them money.  Continue reading Anal Sex →

Introperverted

Art, CSPC, Daily Life, First Impressions, mur, Reasons for Things

The title to the party stresses the PER.  A subtle difference from emphasizing PERV.  Most of the other parties I’ve visited at the CSPC definitely focus on the perv.  True to my introvert passion, my main interest at this party is writing while in the space.  I believe certain locations retain energy people have invested there over time.  If I unhinge my mind a little I can usually feel the aura of the place.  I guess I’m a hippie like that.  Trust me, sapiosexuals think I’m a hottie.
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Doom

Art, Daily Life, First Impressions, Games, mur

I’ve developed a formidable yoga routine that keeps my demons at bay. It’s the only source of fortitude I have against the nightmares spawned in the new Doom.  At average difficulty the game lists fearlessness as a key to successful play.  They mean it.  The heart-pounding action during scenes of carnage are punctuated by breathing room between areas.  Rushing headlong at the demons is sometimes the only path to success, even when the horrors I’m facing tickle my sympathetic nervous system.  Continue reading Doom →