finally found my old camera battery charger

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various scenes around the space, this week

posted at 01:30 on 4 December 2019 to Personal

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i still might

my computer is giving me notifications about low disk space and it is taking all of my willpower to actually go through and try and de-clutter the hard drive instead of just formatting everything and starting from scratch

posted at 10:00 on 2 December 2019 to Personal

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though an abridged version of this will be released on the upcoming okonomiyaki collection, the full 78-minute ‘mammoth’ piece is up for free because, honestly, i love it and it’s pretty great to zen out to

posted at 02:00 on 1 December 2019 to Work

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old anthems

there were four or five of us who would get together and dream of situations like the one i’m in now, but this was almost 20 years ago now. a big space, free for creative endeavors, open and ready to fill with a confrontation to the world. begging to be used for something that is beyond what exists and can become what is necessary.

and now it is here and they aren’t and i’m not sure what exists or what is necessary anymore, and meeting people who still can breathe that ether of idealism only gets more difficult with time.

posted at 14:00 on 30 November 2019 to Personal

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one of those days

it’s been like three or four years since i’ve seen godspeed and this streak must come to an end soon

posted at 14:00 on 29 November 2019 to Personal

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it was worth a shot


sunrise in port townsend

this is my second trip into the Puget Sound in as many months. the waves push through the crowds, unconcerned with their own potential. the ferry comes and goes.

i have been finding myself more and more drawn to places where ‘the world at large’ doesn’t exist—or, perhaps, is less prominent in. at this point, there are two paths for America: one where Bernie wins next year and a movement to take on the various crises of our time grows from it, or one where literally anyone else wins and the American experiment as a hellhole of late capitalist greed and terror continues to spiral toward a merciless end.

so i listen to the waves.

posted at 08:00 on 28 November 2019 to Personal

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also fuck that guy

it’s incredible to me that America doesn’t allow felons to vote. even more absurd are the people who defend that idea, that for whatever reason someone who has been to prison doesn’t deserve the most basic form of a voice in their country. these people, who have actually seen some of the worst parts of our social structure then are excluded from the actual process that could change it.

these arbitrary laws are such bullshit. if we’re running things that way, i say we return the right to vote to the incarcerated and convicted and take it away from anyone who fucking cried at an apple store when steve jobs died. like, talk about people so divorced from reality that their voice needn’t be heard when it comes to building the future…

posted at 17:30 on 27 November 2019 to Personal

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sunset at port townsend

Port Townsend

posted at 16:00 on 27 November 2019 to Personal

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It’s Tradition, After All

Thanksgiving might be the quintessential American holiday. Christmas dates back to before the United States, or else the capitalist coup that takes a holiday supposedly about love and centers it around consumerism would take the cake.

But no, Thanksgiving has all of the makings for a perfect American holiday. Let’s take the obvious one: excess. There’s no shortage of, well, anything in the tradition of the holiday. More food than a person can eat, more football than they can watch, more stress than can be endured. And while leftovers tend to be a holiday staple—unlike the pound of waste every person in the country generates every day—they’re usually being eaten on Black Friday, which would be the absolute worst branding for a holiday if the country still didn’t celebrate Columbus Day.

Which brings us to the next American holiday trait: lying. The entire notion that the colonists and natives had some sort of gathering worthy of creating a national tradition of is horseshit.

There is a certain swath of people who would disregard the various atrocities from the first 200 years of this land (post-‘discovery’). They either never learned, or simply do not care, about the genocide that occurred here. I have an uncle like this. As far as I can tell, his general thesis is any violence that resulted in better business and a stronger United States is par for the course, and any critique of capitalism results in him saying, You don’t actually believe that, do you?

And that is, perhaps, the most American thing of all. It’s the bow that ties this all together. The underlying lies, the celebrated excesses, it’s all made possible with the buy-in. The social contract of predominantly white, center-to-far-right citizens to attach themselves to that one word as a grand institution and defend it against any criticism (and, in doing so, distance themselves from any construct of critical thought that would ever challenge such beliefs).

Society has created its own safety net of language in times like this. Most of the season, criticism can be dealt with by people dusting off their shoulder or saying Haters gonna hate; during the Holidays they can label others as a Grinch. It’s no wonder Americans have created an entire section of language that insulates them from having any social responsibility surrounding behavioral discourse.

So I’ll just stew and loathe all this, eavesdrop on the soft-spine debates defending Elizabeth Warren and wait for next Thanksgiving which will surely be far more interesting no matter what the election results are.

posted at 10:00 on 27 November 2019 to Commentary

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punk rock dancing songs and 7-11 wine

some things aren’t so bad these days

posted at 19:00 on 25 November 2019 to Personal

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