a hypothetical dog

i’m not sure what i should do. should i stay here in this city or go there in this other city?

what do you think i should do? your opinion is so important to me.

2 months ago i was completely sold on a new beginning, starting my life completely over yet again… a blank slate under a new sky…  because it’s been at least 4 years since my last start-over.

then, i started to look at where i am now with new eyes, and saw new possibilities, if i stay, i just have to be hyper-vigilant about breaking out of old habits, of which there are too many and which are too ingrained. And maybe it’s time to bring a dog into my life again. And new friends. And pruning out obsolete unhealthy relationships. you know, the toxic kind.

how is one, such as I,  supposed to forecast my path? that is why i am asking you.

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not awake

i had such trepidation about awakening today with so many trepitditious things ahead. So many instances that would require me to assert myself in ways that go against my grain. So I lay there in bed, awake for 3 hours or so, until I realized that not attending to things i would prefer not to attend to was not very restful, nor was it helping me hide as much from them as i would have liked.

but the being awake part didn’t really work out too well, because there are so many degrees of awakefulness. and i never achieved the truly awake degree of awake.

it’s interesting how one person can always be there for you, no matter how difficult the circumstances. And how one person can passively watch as you slowly sink. And how sometimes one person can have the qualities of both.

people are complex. Or as my friend W likes to say, people are strange motherfuckers.

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off-leash

i walked my animal spirit

to the animal spirit park.

we were gratified

when we found

this was an off-leash park.

there were not even any signs

ordering us to clean up after our animal spirits

this was not that kind of park

 

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calling card

i created a little world for myself where everything felt so free and i just floated through things without that much exertion. i sensed that i had risen above uncertainty and adversity. i thought i had it all figured out. everything was perfect. fogs had been lifted. curtains, too. i really thought i had it all figured out.

and then came a single drizzle of doubt. followed by a moment of toxicity with people whose name shall remain nameless because i have not actually met or identified them. but they were there, menacing, reminding me of the various doorways blocking my way through the vestibules.

i said, please tell me your name. please, tell me why it is you condemn me so harshly. for i am but a stranger here. for i know not what i’ve done wrong, but maybe there’s something you know that i don’t know.

so i began to question myself. and that floaty feeling evaporated. i saw it all eluding me. And I wanted it back so very badly. i wanted to make myself anew. but something was holding me in place. i was determined to move away from it somehow. to free myself of all doubts, fears of the uncertain,

and I said, i will not be deterred, at least i will try. and that will be my calling card.

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25th Amendment

Speech delivered at Lucky Pierre’s America/N Constitutional Amendment Show at Defibrillator Gallery, Chicago

November 6, 2012 (Election Night)

(This performance was part of a 13-hour event featuring performers, social activists and legal experts—each assigned to interpret a specific amendment of the U.S. Constitution. I was chosen for the 25th amendment.)

For those of you who have just joined us at America/N tonight, we’ve reached that moment in the proceedings where we contemplate the 25th amendment of the U.S. Constitution. This is the one that covers PRESIDENTIAL VACANCY, DISABILITY AND INABILITY. It’s really quite an amendment… an amendment that speaks to my heart on so many many levels.

It’s organized into 3 sections, and first section which is deceptively simple:

In the case of the removal of the President from office or his death or resignation, the Vice President, shall become President.

So there’s a certain logic to this that even I, a C-minus student in political science, can understand. I mean why would you need a vice president for anything else? I always thought, that’s what they’re there for.  Surely there must be more to this amendment than that?

And yes, there is more to it. Just today, I learned about this added component today when I looked it up on Wikipeida:

In the event of resignation, the vice president would assume the title of and position of president—not acting president—effectively prohibiting the departing president from returning to office.

Does this mean that in the olden days, before this amendment was adopted, the vice president was a mere actor playing the role of president, sort of a pretend president whose act was over when the non-acting president returned to power?

So I re-read it again and again.  But the more effort I put into trying to make sense of it, the more impenetrable it becomes. Which isn’t really all that different than my first experience trying to make sense of the LAW, which was, of course, the 10 Commandments.

As an example, I’ve spent the better part of my adult life trying to decipher 1st commandment.

You shall have no other gods before me.

If I just skim these 7 words  (as I did with section 1 of the 25th amendment), it makes perfect sense, but upon further reflection, that’s where I get into trouble, that’s where I hit my wall. To begin with, I’m just going to assume that the narrator is male because there’s this certain aggressive energy and a defensiveness that I think is really just a mask of insecurity I automatically associate with males because most of the people I’ve met who share those qualities happen to be men.

I know this is not exclusive to men, but this has just been my experience in life thus far, which I’ll admit, has been pretty limited. Anyway, for the purpose of this discussion, I hope you do not mind if I refer to the narrator as a him.

So, when the narrator instructs me not to worship other gods before him, that word, BEFORE, confuses me the most. I mean, does he mean BEFORE in the chronological sense? Like, would this mean that it was fine for me to consider the magnolia tree in my backyard as my god BEFORE I had read this commandment, but now that I’ve read it, it might be wise for me to tone things down and consider the magnolia tree simply as my friend? Am I reading this correctly?

OR maybe our narrator uses the word BEFORE in a more spatial sense? Like if I’m standing BEFORE a wall as opposed to standing BEHIND it. OR, say for example, right here in this room, if there are some of you who are here before me and if there are some of you who are there behind me, how would I know who among you are gods or not gods? It’s a slippery slope.

And then I realize I haven’t even considered your perspective… I’ve been so caught up in my own narrow ruminations upon this commandment that I haven’t taken one second to consider that—from your angle—it is I who am standing before YOU. And so how would YOU know for certain that I am not one of your gods? Maybe this commandment is not at all about me.

Perhaps it might be wise for us to stop thinking about it and stop worrying about the consequences. Especially since we’re all more or less in the same boat on this one. Especially since we still have 9 more commandments to go. And I’ve been up here speaking to you (not before you) for … for I’m guessing for about the better part of 3 hours now and I have yet to draw a single parallel to the 25th amendment.

But before I get into all that, I imagine you might be thinking of me as somebody who is easily mystified by legal jargon. I would have to agree, especially in situations where I just have too much going on. It doesn’t take very much to overwhelm me when I’m confronted with too many words…. which has been the case while I’ve been researching my topic for tonight.

I have to tell you that I’ve been really distracted and I haven’t made nearly as much progress on this as I would have liked. Now, I’m not using this as an excuse but I DO have this minor surgery coming up in 2 weeks, I can assure you that it’s minor, but I will have to stay in the hospital for one night following the surgery for observation. SO, I’ve been dealing with my health insurance company, trying to make sure that they’ll cover this…. and they told me that yes, they WILL cover me up for up to 23 hours of observation in the hospital with no requirement for pre-authorization, but that they DO require a separate pre-authorization for admission into the hospital.

So I’m talking to the customer service representative on the phone, trying to make sense of all of this, and I said “wait, if I’m already physically in the hospital for this surgery that you’ve already approved, would that not imply that you’ve already authorized me for admission?” This was met with an awkward silence. And I thought maybe I should paraphrase this…. So I said, “Does this mean that technically it is possible for the hospital to perform surgery on a patient who has not been admitted? Would that mean they could do the surgery anywhere outside the hospital, maybe in the visitors parking lot or the Starbucks across the street? And what would happen if the lot was already full and the Starbucks was closed?”

At which point, the customer service representative and I both agreed that now might be a good time to take a little break and perhaps we could re-visit our discussion after lunch. And then she said she could tell I am “the type of person who is easily confounded by language.” And then she said, “that doesn’t mean I don’t think you are a bright person. I just think you sometimes take things way too literally.”

So when my kind friends in Lucky Pierre invited me to do a presentation at this incredible event, I wanted to tell them, I’m sorry but you have totally invited the wrong person. Surely you have mistaken me for another. Actually, I think that is what I literally did tell them. But Lucky Pierre said, hey, don’t stress about it. And I wanted to tell them.. well, OK. Now THAT would be a first. But then I thought, gosh, that sounds pretty sarcastic and not at all appreciative. Don’t say that. Don’t even think about saying that.

Just try to focus. Breathe and focus. Try to gather yourself and think about little things in the 25th amendment that might resonate with your life … such as that curious detail in the 4th section where the vice president is no longer considered to be the acting president, and the departing president is barred from returning to office. Where did that come from? What could have been the context? I don’t think there was any precedent.

Prior to the passage of this amendment nine presidents experienced health crisis that left them temporarily incapacitated, with death resulting in 6 cases. But, this particular portion of the 25th amendment has never actually been invoked. Which leads me to wonder if the 25th might be the most neurotic amendment of the constitution?

It’s obvious that the people who drafted this amendment were worriers, constant chronic worriers. So they felt obliged to write an amendment that would address every conceivable what-if scenario, which is what happens to people whose worries escalate into catastrophic thinking, a common indicator for a condition known as generalized anxiety disorder.

One case study of this disorder was presented in a seminal article, published in the peer-reviewed Journal of Constitutional Studies. In this study, political scientists observed legislators as they worked to enact what would become the 25th amendment. They came to the conclusion that this amendment could only be a consequence of catastrophic thinking, as evident in the 4th section of the amendment:

Whenever the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive departments or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall immediately assume the powers and duties of the office as Acting President.

Thereafter, when the President transmits to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives his written declaration that no inability exists, he shall resume the powers and duties of his office unless the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive department or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit within four days to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office. Thereupon Congress shall decide the issue, assembling within forty-eight hours for that purpose if not in session. If the Congress, within twenty-one days after receipt of the latter written declaration, or, if Congress is not in session, within twenty-one days after Congress is required to assemble, determines by two-thirds vote of both Houses that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall continue to discharge the same as Acting President; otherwise, the President shall resume the powers and duties of his office.

As an illustration, the legislators presented the scientists with what can only be considered a series of what-if scenarios.

What if after only a few weeks since taking the oath of office, the president quickly falls behind in dealing with economic crisis, diplomatic crisis, cabinet appointments, drone strikes, resolutions… he sits there completely paralyzed by this insurmountable pile of documents awaiting his review and approval? But the longer he waits, the more insurmountable the pile grows … until the president is stricken by a significantly severe anxiety attack.

What if the president then cradles his face in the palms of his hands as he weeps… “I   JUST   CAN’T DO THIS. This isn’t fair to me and it’s not fair to anyone else… and if I don’t tell them now, things will only get worse. It’s time for me to accept that I have a disability that renders me unable to discharge the duties and powers of my office. I hereby submit my formal resignation”?

And what if, after a 80 days in seclusion, the emotional trauma of the president begins to recede? And as he follows the actions of the vice president and his cabinet appointees in the media, he then realizes that the job isn’t nearly as complicated as he had imagined. “I think I can handle this now,” he admits to himself.

What if he finds a tactful way to confide in the vice president, and speaking from the heart, he reveals to the vice president his embarrassment about panicking at that one moment, 80 days ago? But that was an isolated moment that will never happen again… and he is really doing much better now. He’d like to return to work at the earliest opportunity.

And what if the vice president said, “It makes me happy to hear you’re doing better, but we sort of had to move on. It was really hard, but we found a way to cope without you.  And now you suddenly come back—unannounced-begging, pleading for us to take you back. We’re sorry, but this time, it’s just not going to work. You can’t have it both ways”?

And what if the president just starts showing up in the situation room, at state dinners, NATO summits, awards ceremonies, hoping to catch the vice president’s eye as he cheerfully glad-hands with everyone in sight? Really making an effort to show the vice president how much better he’s doing now. He feels really self-conscious and maybe even duplicitous in behaving in this way. But maybe just maybe, this will open the vice president’s heart, just a wee bit.

But what if this doesn’t work, and the vice president eventually confronts the president, attempting to diffuse the situation, and tells him “Look I can see how much better you’re doing and I really appreciate just how hard you are trying. I know you are trying really really hard.  But this is hard for me too.  And I just can’t live like this anymore.”

And what if this only invokes the president’s ire and he scornfully tells the Vice President, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that’s really your decision to make. You’re just an acting president to me, You’ve always been an acting president to me, and you’re not even a good act. And there isn’t a soul who can’t see right through you.”

And what if the vice-president becomes so consumed with resentment and hurt and guilt that he’s unable to perform his duties. And this just eats away at him. Day after day. He can’t sleep. He can’t focus. He has a sudden loss of appetite. He loses interest in the things he once enjoyed the most. He has no idea who to turn to, and no one, not even the acting first lady can get through to him.

And the government grinds to a complete standstill.

The study concludes that the 25th amendment is simply a symptomatic manifestation of a chronic, yet treatable disorder, which most fortunately paved the way for the 26th amendment.

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the 147 bus

but first, i must apologize for venting bitterness in my previous post. as far as i can see, it did not serve either of us very well, and for that, I can only call upon your forgiveness.

and second, i think i just saw 2 flashes of lightning out my window. i’m not sure what else to call them.

and third. it is my friends who keep me buoyant and alive and able to see things out my window. it is my pretend friends who obscure things.

fourth. i sigh.

and then fifth. my emotional state and psyche have traveled from a to z and back again for most of tonight. the things that worried and upset me yesterday suddenly surfaced from nowhere out of a seemingly tranquil day…. this all happening while i waited 45 minutes for the bus to take me home.

and sixth. while i was waiting, i kept thinking i should go down to the train instead, but i thought that this would be ridiculous because it would then completely negate all those peak and valley moments i experienced while waiting for the bus. there must have been a reason i was waiting so long and if i didn’t stay to discover that reason… i dare not even finish that thought

finally, seventh. i wish the edgy darkness inside me would recede.

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fractured heart

a peculiar moment on my way to work, even for me. I somehow managed to stumble on the flat sidewalk, falling straight on my face, breaking the further collapse of my body onto the pavement with my wrists. my nose also helped shield blow.

At least 4 people stopped to ask me if I was ok, but it’s such a humiliating moment. it doesn’t occur to me until now, how many good samaritans are out there. i just don’t expect that in this staid Midwestern city. i can imagine it more in NYC.  but there they were, at least 4 of them.

now i sit out here at a public service desk, trying to will my mouth to stop bleeding and hoping that if i keep typing, this will convince me that my wrist is not fractured.

but the real mystery is where i was when I fell… in terms of where my mind was. i certainly didn’t feel very present, and in moments of non-vigilance, i seem to be accident prone.

i may have been reeling from the hurt of receiving a rejection for a job at a school where I thought I would at least get an interview, especially since i knew at least 3 people on the staff (and i thought they liked me, but maybe they only like me from a distance), especially since I completed my MFA there, taught there, interned there, had a multitude of references employed there. i think what happened was i got lost in bitter rumination, which i now know is a set-up for stumbling flat on your face at State and Jackson. bitterness has never served me well.

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bleating heart

after my performance last night, after somehow gluing together 2500 words (not all of them very good words), i seem to have none left. it was such a terrifying thrill to be up there on stage, doing the kind of performance that I feared the most. Solo. Spoken word. Just me. And the audience. and I didn’t know a soul, except for the organizers of this event.

i was up there reading (or bleating)  and it was peculiar because i was reading some other person’s words. But that other person happened to be who i was up until the moment i stood there on stage. I didn’t think what i wrote was all that amusing but I was amused that the audience found this so amusing… it began to amuse me. and i committed my cardinal sin of laughing onstage. Which was embarrassing. I was trying to focus on other things but they would not stop laughing. And I wasn’t even trying to be funny. i was trying to make it through 25 minutes without blowing too many notes with that frail instrument known as my voice.

all of these people i didn’t know congratulating me afterwards. i wish i knew each of them better because i am certain i could find things in them that i would like to congratulate.

And then it was over. They invited me to the “cast party” of sorts at a bar, but I decided I needed to eat a burrito first. At Whole Foods, with election coverage blaring from the TVs above the bar, alone. Or at least that was how I dreamed it. And by the time I arrived at the bar, I didn’t recognize a soul. Eventually I realized I was at the wrong bar. And I went home. And within minutes the election was over. And Obama was re-elected and the world was magically transformed. It was impossible not to feel joy and relief.

But I could actually portend this would happen the day before it happened. I saw someone walking an English Mastiff who looked exactly my guardian angel Mastiff. And whenever that happens, that always is a portent of great things to come.

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temptation

why is it that the taxonomy managers always seem to be the ones who make it to high places in the world? with their constant, constant taxonomies, one right after the other in an unyielding cascade. there’s no escaping them. and if it’s not them, then you have to deal with the user experience architects. i’m not sure which is worse.

me? i’m just trying to sort through it all and  do my best to stay out of their way. or better yet, to become them. although that would be a tough choice for me. to go with managing the taxonomies or drawing the blueprints for my users experiences. either one is tempting. i wish i could do both.

but then i ask myself, who will manage my taxonomies when i am gone? and then everything becomes a lot clearer.

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underhanded and overexposed

i wonder if there are any real, tangible benefits to being passive-aggressive. i can’t quite get into specific details because i don’t feel like we really know each other that well. At least not yet. And I don’t want this blog to become a form of therapy for me. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us. there is absolutely nothing therapeutic about venting, to anyone, even an imaginary reader such as yourself. actually i can’t think of anything therapeutic about therapy either. it’s much much healthier to consult with the Oracle. it’s much healthier to go out and buy a new pair of shoes. then i’d really have something to talk about.

but i think i was starting to say something and i guess i diverted from it because it’s difficult to talk about. not because it’s that difficult. maybe more because i can’t quite make sense of it. i guess i’m talking about how difficult it is for me to ask for help/insights/guidance from anyone without this fear that they might think i am using them. like if i call someone i haven’t spoken to in a while and I genuinely do care about them and want to know how they’re doing, but i eventually want to ask something of them… and I actually rarely feel like talking on the phone, which doesn’t mean I’m not thinking or caring about them… It could be completely innocuous and mundane… whatever i might possibly be asking of them. but just knowing that it’s there while we’re catching up on each others lives makes me feel underhanded and manipulative. i don’t like that feeling. it makes me congeal.

but then again, the only way I can make sense of living in relation to other people is to acknowledge how interconnected we all are, i think. i sometimes forget that sometimes asking something of someone makes that someone feel more connected to you, makes that person feel more complete in a certain way. does that make any sense?

still, when it comes to asking, it always feels like I hit this wall. i-just-can’t-do-it. i hate doing it. but when i step away from that, if the tables were turned, if someone were to come to me for help/advice/information/consolation, i would be immensely honored.

so why am I like this? how did i get this way?

ugh…!! now it feels like i’m doing it again… asking something of you before we even know each other that well. And venting, too. I didn’t even ask how You are doing. fuck!!!!

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parking

i half heartily write these words because it’s that time of the night where a Lunesta has kicked in and the first effect you really notice is forgetting not only how to spell, but how to type. typing on this keyboard feels like learning to play the sitar, but less harmonic.

my biggest accomplishment today was helping a woman with her research on one-solution anagrams. And my car did not explode today. And I made it back and forth around the city in one piece, sometimes less.

This is all chatter … my instinct is not to write anything at all, so I will concentrate on typing instead. It is good for my training.

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the wisp

my car nearly exploded as i ascended the parking garage, all the way up to the 13th floor, on my way to another job interview. i arrived just in the nick of time.

but i came out of it as a wisp of a person, not even the slightest bit transfigured. i wish i could be where i am needed the most. it’s distressing to feel so ineffectual here while all of my East Coast friends are going through such hardship, either directly or indirectly. i don’t really know where i am, but i don’t feel as needed here, as i could be elsewhere. i want to be there for them, if only i could figure out how, besides sending out prayer-ish emails of positive thoughts.

but even writing them, i feel like such a wisp of a person. insulated here in my cocoon. waiting for the unexpected instead of entering it.

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Ange Des Orages

i just experienced a revelation, an epiphany, a realization that every musical idea i’ve ever come up with is really just a variation on Ange Des Orages by Philip Glass, which I discovered at least 20 years ago, and I think that’s about as far as my composing skills have gone. It’s all right there. There’s really nothing to add to it. Every note, every pattern, every bass line, every texture, that incredible incredible organ. I think there’s always something in there that has penetrated me.

But identifying my origins has this peculiar liberation’ish quality that I don’t exactly understand. There’s probably only a handful of artists whose work i sub- or non-sub-consciously absorb… like Beckett or Kafka or Dylan or Cohen or Laurie Anderson or Olin Unferth or Joanna Newsom or de Saint-Exupery or Gertrude Stein or Warhol or Meredith Monk or the Velvet Underground or Mozart or Cage or Thomas Hardy or, once in a while, my sister.

But I think everything eventually crystallizes into Ange Des Orages, or passes it through it at one time or another. Hopefully one day before I die, I can work beyond that… but at least for now, still dwelling  in that place is OK by me.

I try to keep some critical distance, but it’s sometimes hard not to be overly under the influence.

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outside

so much of consequence is going on outside me…. my windows are shaking, but i am fortunate to have windows. my heart of hearts goes out to my friends out East. how i wish i could be there for them, more than in spirit. it feels unnatural for me to be here instead.

it’s hard to fathom what people are going through during this hurricane. one of the blowhards on the news was interviewing a mayor of town in Maryland that was hit pretty hard. the news guy actually said something like “so you’ve only had 1 death. that’s a pretty good day at the office.”

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pre-articulate

i have not articulated a complete thought or sentence today and it’s already tomorrow. well… maybe one thought: i noticed how peaceful and happy i am in large empty parking garages.

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