untitled jan 4, 2012

•January 5, 2012 • Leave a Comment
Brian Mazo, quit driving backwards on The Bay Bridge in my dreams.
Leslie Robinson, your lasagna is perfect.
Jill Scott, any time I can do anything to cheer you up, just let me know
(and, thanks for the hospitality).
San Francisco, I know it’s bad, but it’s gonna be alright.
I didn’t see it happen, so maybe we made the shift.

On this warm winter night, I recount a dream – leaving out bits – to save time.

The Sea frightened me more than it used to.
The flash fell off my camera… which I prefer.
Saw Orion’s dick for the first time … large, flacid … as he pointed towards The Moon.

Two hundred meteors foretold. We can’t see them here.

Did climate change kill the Mastodons, or was it hubris and greed?

Lessons On My Quest For Wholeness (Ongoing)

•December 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

If I sense something in the air

and immediately get a headache

I should probably avoid that which I’ve sensed.

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Baking soda, vinegar, ammonia, Castile soap, coconut oil & rubbing alcohol. These are the only things you should be cleaning your home with. Unless you’re one of those folks who don’t believe “household” chemical cleansers (that state on the container they can cause cancer) actually cause cancer. – Marco Weller ૐ

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I wonder if it’s significant that this is my 13th post.

[I just made it significant]

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There’s probably a good reason it’s labeled “Vegetable Drawer”.

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Be More Beautiful.

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there are things that are imperative to my spiritual, psychological, and physical well-being that many of you simply do not understand. you’ve punished, and attempted to punish, me for this throughout my existences. I’ve finally lost enough compassion for your ignorance to tell you to fuck off.

~

 

Minstrelly

•December 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

“So- I just saw a Black Man dressed in all black_wearing a…ummm, I guess 5 gallon cowboy hat, holdin’ a black sign w/ nothing on it_ hmmm, dancin’ a jig (literally) on the corner of 164th & E. 14th in San Leandro. Not sure what ta make of the whole scene.” – Leslie Robinson, via the Facebook

I’m reminded of some new tv show I recently learned of called “Lab Rats” in which the lone black actor appeared to be cast in the “Rochester” role. I’m reminded of Chris Roc(hester). I’m reminded of little Sammy Davis, dancing his heart out. I’m reminded of lawn jockeys, and Jemima banks and pigtailed picaninnies selling watermelon for five cents a slice. I’m reminded of the ragged Black Man in SoHo singing to holiday shoppers for change. Of the statuesque Black Woman standing in the same spot in Carroll Gardens she was standing in years ago during my last visit to NYC, using the same line: “Need some change.” Her clothes are cleaner. Her makeup more defined. Her hair precisely styled. She’s not suffering. She looks hot. And she’s doing what has worked to get her to where she is. I’m reminded of myself, working for people who can’t see my true value, much less appreciate my actual worth. More concerned with with my short-comings than my strength. Doing what has worked to get me where I am. I love the black sign with nothing on it. I was thinking of sending a christmas card in the same style. Speaks the truth louder than any other broadcast.

New York City Withdrawal

•December 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I am grateful

that Brandon and Ivan

and Kay and Bobbi

and Aaron and Dan

and Pablo and Dave

were there to greet me

upon my return.

I am grateful that Erica

understands

why I feel like I’ve returned to the farm

I am grateful that there is work to be done

and that I can do it

and that I know my limits

and when to stop

I am grateful for Tyler and Rosemary

and Benjamin

and Jake

and Stuart

and Sid

and Donny

and Jeff

and Todd

and Richard

and John

and Jol and Nico

Andy, Quentin, and Molly

Thanx

Thank you, Julian

for poking me

as no one else ever has

ever can.

Thank you, Jeremy

for poking me.

I am grateful for the rush of the highway

past my front porch

for having heard the rush of subway

beneath my feet

for Toni Morrison

lain before me

grateful for Solomon’s Song

to sing

Grateful for Soul II Soul

Malcolm McLaren

Luthor Vandross

a hot tub

a warm robe

a cold cocktail

I am grateful

and blessed

Thank you for this experience.

Some crazy channeled shite

•November 15, 2011 • Leave a Comment

In response to a photo shared with me of the raid on one of the Occupy Movements, I stated “america sucks.”

A friend replied, “True but what do you do?”

The following came through me:

“Visualize it not sucking. Be that which doesn’t suck. Send out and seek a higher vibration. Rise. Attain a higher frequency. Each. One by one. And ripple out. Shake the core, til it transforms or, crumbles and transforms. Mind, heart, and soul over matter and matters of ill intent. Lead by example, in hope that others rise, too. And if we must leave them behind. If they are so stuck in their base ways they cannot also rise, then so be it. We leave them to their doom.”

I Can’t Quite Understand

•November 5, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I Can’t Quite Understand.

I Can’t Quite Understand

•November 5, 2011 • Leave a Comment

People confuse me.

I just learned that someone I know and respect in the local community is, apparently, a supporter of a major republican  candidate’s 2012 presidential election campaign.

I’m kinda in shock. This … acquaintance … is an artist. An entertainer. Also, a very successful business person, so I guess that fits.

I once voted for a republican candidate, because it served my immediate needs. I have since come to recognize the importance of considering the greater good over my individual desires.  Said considerations don’t always win out over said desires, so I certainly can not judge.

I’m just baffled and shocked. I did not think I knew anyone who was supportive of the republican agenda. I’m quite surprised that I know someone who is soundly against a second term for President Obama.

I’m more than a little disappointed.

This, on the heels of an encounter with another group of people. People whom I considered to be friends.

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They were polite enough when I approached them. However, the awkward silence that followed the pleasantries soon became unbearable. My attempts to break it fell flat.

Eventually, they began talking amongst themselves again, as if I weren’t there. I watched the television monitor between scanning the room for anyone else I knew, before silently slipping away, feeling weird and creepy.

I then ran into yet another acquaintance, who politely introduced me to his friends. The group of us ended up having lovely discussions about a variety of topics. Parting their company involved big smiles, firm handshakes, and sincere hugs.

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Once upon a time, I was advised to note my energy upon leaving a room, a place, a group, a person. Did I feel buoyant? Energized? Elated? Sated? Or did I feel lost? Heavy? Frustrated? Anxious? Angry? Sad?

If the latter, then it might be advisable to avoid that which drained me emotionally, energetically, and/or spiritually.

~

Politics drain me.

I’d rather not know of anyone’s political leanings, one way or the other, just as I don’t want to know the intimate details of their bathroom habits, or their sex lives. It’s hard enough for me to navigate socially, without such complications.

~

If I’d just left well enough alone… if I’d just come home and gone straight to bed, instead of jumping on the computer to look at Facebook, then I would not have learned that I know an apparent republican supporter.

~

‘Course, I also wouldn’t have made this entry… so I guess and I can be grateful for that.

Royal House – \”I Can\’t Quite Understand\”

Won’t Drop That Beat

•October 17, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I guess I won’t play that record

now that it’s been sampled

slowed down and looped

 

Spitting on the mic

so hard

I can’t understand

an angry word you’re sayin

 

Guess I won’t feature that track tonight

Doesn’t seem right

after your first words on the stage

were about how your beats

are better

 

Better than the original

Better than the source

I respect

 

So I won’t play that song

Don’t Bring Me Down

•October 14, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Back in the day

when promotions depended on it

I would follow the news

swallow the news

Like some breakfast cereal

that’s supposed to be good for me

ABC, NBC

CBS, CNN

when I woke in the morning

when I got home from work

before I went to bed

cramming current events into my head

til I was sick with it

Paranoid depression

Doom and gloom

hate mongering flag waving cross bearing

left wing right wing

end of times

To save my sanity

had to turn the tv off

throw it out the window

Now

Today

I’m feeling the same way

about my computer

The internet

Facebook, especially

distracting me

from my works

disrupting my peace

I’m not here for this

Wear Protection

•September 27, 2011 • Leave a Comment

At the risk of fear-mongering, I share the following cautionary tale.

Sometime between 6-6:30 pm on Sunday September, 25th, while biking through the U of M Campus along the Row of Scholars, I felt my face pummeled with lots of tiny objects. Nothing I could see, but could definitely feel hitting my face, entering my nose and even my mouth, as I gasped in surprise. It was as if someone had hurled something at me, though there was no one around who could have done so.

About 15 minutes later, as I approached home, I began to feel a tickle in my throat. This quickly escalated into a hacking cough, as my body tried to expel whatever it was I’d inhaled. By the time I got home, I was coughing so hard that my head pounded with each cough.

Once inside, I drank some juice, and the coughing subsided.

Not long after, my left eye began to bother me. First a slight itch, then full on irritation…as if something were in my eye. I went to the sink and rinsed my eye. The irritation only increased.

Finding this similar to allergic reactions I’d had in the past, I decided to take a nap and give my body the chance to heal itself.

When I woke three hours later, the pain in my eye was excruciating. I looked in the mirror and saw that my eye … my EYE BALL was red, swollen, puffy and leaking. So, I walked to the emergency room.

They pretty much saw me immediately.

Three hours and three doctors later, it was concluded that I had keratitis of the cornea… microscopic abrasions and lacerations. Describing what she saw in my eye, one doctor said “it looks like crumpled up pieces of aluminum”. They surmised that I must have encountered a cloud of “toxic dust”.

The cornea is self-healing. It, however, is also one of the main shields against eye infection… and my ‘shield’ has all sorts of cuts in it. So, I must take antibiotic drops for the next 7 days. I was also prescribed Percocet to deal with the pain and subsequent itching, should either become severe (the pain has subsided, though the itching has begun).  I have a follow-up appointment tomorrow morning.

The cautionary part of this tale? When cycling, if at all feasible, where eye-protection. Normally, I would have had my sunglasses on. But it was overcast and the sun was setting. I had taken to wearing clear or yellow goggles in the winter. I think I will be expanding that to whenever I’m cycling.

I realize the odds of this occurring at all, much less again, are likely very low. But having been through this, I don’t want to gamble against lightning striking twice.

http://www.google.com/search?q=bike+goggles&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=60H&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=LQuCTsXgHsePsQLqvOSgDw&ved=0CL0BELAE

Additionally, there is currently quite a bit of construction going on in the region. All sorts of things are floating about in the air. Extra precautions are warranted.

For the record, I was not biking through a construction zone when this occurred. Though, I am now suspicious of what activities are conducted in that stretch of the Row of Scholars.