My favorite sound is vehicles trying to accelerate uphill on Queen Anne Ave when the pavement’s wet. Continue reading Cabin Fever
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Tourism
I miss my dog. I miss thunderstorms. I miss the P&H. Today, I filled out the Memphis Flyer annual popularity contest. Wrote in some of my personal favorites for a few categories and caught a bit of homesickness. Continue reading Tourism
Monotomoney
I’ve settled into a weekly routine and it feels great. It seems I’ll have just enough time in my real life to keep working on my passion while working a different job for a living. After extensive struggle, I’ve finally risen to the same creative level as Memphis artists! Accomplishing this in downtown Seattle is a coup for me no matter what the haters say. I essentially abandoned the lap of luxury to chase this half-cocked dream across the country. It’s excellent to be stable again for the first time in years. Continue reading Monotomoney
Menage Blah
Some would think the threesome I had this weekend is worth posting about. In some ways it is. Just not the sexy ways. I’m still a bit shaken by the whole experience because it happened with no discussion first. Continue reading Menage Blah
My Daily Practice
The regularity of a job has been the greatest gift to my sanity recently. The stress I’m managing due to the job itself is minimal compared to the heavy existential angst I put myself through to get here. And what’s better, the job offers 4 sessions of free counseling through a 3rd party. I got stressed out and started crying in front of my boss. Fortunately, I anticipated it and asked to talk in private. I am excited about Labor Day weekend and I am irrationally worried about having the energy to be happy that weekend. Continue reading My Daily Practice
Wings
I’ve been able to feel my wings since I was 18. That’s when I took yoga and started feeling my body for the first time. When it came time to open the back of my chest I discovered invisible appendages. There are symmetrical spots on my back where I can sense my aura extending beyond my physical body. What could it be, if not wings? At first I could just stretch them. Like a chick fresh from the egg, I simply tensed my muscles for the sensation of knowing they are there. After a while, I developed more dexterity. Nowadays, I can take flight if the circumstances are right. Continue reading Wings
Rooms, Mates
In college I was paired with a girl named Pashawnda. She is a black woman from Pittsburgh or at least was in 1999. These days it’s not safe to assume anyone is who they used to be. Anyway, we were paired together ironically on the 3rd floor of a dorm that was built at the turn of last century for rich little girls and their personal servants. The top floor is where the help lived. The irony is that servant girls went to Bryn Mawr but don’t point that out in their presence. As a group, feminists can be a bit prickly. Continue reading Rooms, Mates
Jaws
I am reading the book. An impulse buy in March. I need things to read at work because cell phones are too distracting. I need the surface engagement that’s only found in re-reading the same sentence twice. A metaphysical stutter between the times I talk to disembodied guests. Discovering new worlds with punctuated character studies. A writer’s paradise. I have found the patent office I need to uncover genius. Now I just have to survive. Continue reading Jaws
The Rapy
Talking to someone compassionate and intelligent is usually a thing I reserve for the pillow. I don’t open up easily. Most people only care about themselves so I don’t bother anyone with my problems. Up until Dr. Pate, I’m not sure anyone ever asked. When I finally sat down for serious therapy as an adult, self awareness was still a fresh concept. A healthy mixture of loving support and yoga started waking me up. I discovered a deep, personal pain and sought treatment for the first time in years. Accepting help is the first step to getting better, so I chose my doctor on the recommendation of a close friend. Continue reading The Rapy