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Monthly Archives: November 2014
holiday’d out
this post has been deleted due to excessive negativity. over Thanksgiving weekend, the thought finally occurred to me that there are so many other ways to be treated rudely besides being with family. But then I felt awful and guilty about … Continue reading
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time has ceased not to pass
“my time is the time i am living right now and even if i like the world less and less – with good reason – it is mine, absolutely. No retirement, no retreat. I don’t know what it means to … Continue reading
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i feel like a cement mixer or an ostrich peddler or a scar eraser or a dry eraser or a gymnest teetering on/off a balance beam the day falls indefinitely upon me and i feel its weight sometimes i cave into … Continue reading
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Tagged cognitive behavioral therapy, fatigue, gymnest, insomnia, ostrich, sleep diary, sleepiness, weight
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very very rough draft
i am adapting one of my videos for live performance. i have no idea how well this is going to work. i may regret it. but here’s where i am so far. A Hi B Hello A I didn’t think … Continue reading
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mounting evidence
I’ve spent most of the weekend reading the latest medical/psychiatric journals, peer-reviewed, and there is mounting evidence within the community of the health benefits of memory loss. Recent experiments demonstrate that too much memory can lower stamina, hinder consciousness, increase the incidence … Continue reading
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my situation
I’m sitting here, in the last hour of my workday. I have not spoken to a single sentient being since the weekend, although I’ve exchanged quite a few words with 20-something males. My workplace is a very testosterone-infused, fraternity-like culture. What … Continue reading
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Tagged bind, bound, change, coincidence, I, males, me, possess, self, situation, universe, We, workday
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waterproofing
winter is almost here, they tell me. i don’t think i am as certain of this as they are. but hearing them speak is a subtle reminder that this year, i should not forgot to waterproof my outer shell, while also … Continue reading
the right moment
this friend i had very very briefly, very briefly dated, like maybe once, but we became better friends, casually mentioned her “new boyfriend,” completely out of context, before we ended our phone conversation. then a few minutes later she called … Continue reading
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turkey in the straw
i’m in huge trouble. you might say, a world of trouble. although i’ve been feeling that it might be time to accept that i don’t have another performance in me, i submitted a proposal to stage a performance at a “fringe” theater … Continue reading
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Tagged middle-age, performance, piano, relocation, theater, turkey in the straw
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