Originally posted on collective failure:
I forgive the Nazis. My DNA was marked by the fear and hatred generated in Germany. Parts of my DNA were destroyed by those people. A book was written espousing why my father and grandmother and grandfather and cousins ought to be viewed as subhuman. People gained and maintain power…
Category: a lil too deep
writings in which i delve more into my interior world
subject to change
often on the border of disappearing
fear of mediocrity
I was a mediocre photographer. It was one of my creative outlets when I was younger, an outlet I thought could perhaps be refined and polished. I took a few great photographs, but I could not be consistent nor obsessive in the necessary way an artist must be. I learned the core components of a…
East African frostbite
On some national public radio, feel good story about the immigrant experience and programs that help newly arrived immigrants cope with the freezing Minnesota winters, they talked with one of the teachers, an East African man who had arrived 15 years prior. He talked on the point of how impossible it is to imagine finger…
If I were a fruit, I’d be a prickly pear. If I were an animal, I’d be a porcupine. If I were a superhero, I’d be …
I have a DNA strand that somewhere got some thistles attached. My impatience, arrogance, adrenaline, loudness, word choice, admiration for curse words, fuse into liquid magnesium, or some other volatile but strong element. And it can be tempered, there are a few antidotes, but it is a flowing stream. I never really know what to…
everyone owes my mom an apology
Causes of this post: 1. Mothers Day 2. The Daily Show guest – author of Missing Microbes 3. the vaccine debate 4. because she was right Here are a few of the lessons my mother instilled in me when I was growing up: cows milk isn’t meant for humans, baby cows have four stomaches (technically…
memory in a double helix
I forgive the Nazis. My DNA was marked by the fear and hatred generated in Germany. Parts of my DNA were destroyed by those people. A book was written espousing why my father and grandmother and grandfather and cousins ought to be viewed as subhuman. People gained and maintain power and wealth from the insistence…
count all the things that might kill you
I consider myself rather immune to the fear mongering that is the media’s bread and butter, but I am always amazed by how slick they can slip ideas into my subconscious. So here are the things that might kill me that have crossed my mind today: my birth control sleeping with my cell phone on,…
Escape
Escapism. Sometimes we have to believe that all can be right with the world. Optimism is not a logical fallacy. Sometimes we need to look out and believe that temperatures have remained constant, that floods today mimic floods of prehistoric times, that people, at their very core, wants what is best for their fellow species….
To know is not to know
My mind can make anything real, happily substituting reading Workout magazine and processing it as an actual physical experience. The dysfunction of an intellect is that it seeks to understand reality via an understanding, not experience, not tangible evidence, rather simply having thought it through ought to suffice. I always offer the advice to my…
Fake it until you Make it
Faking it perhaps sounds like a horrible mantra. Faking, pretending, posturing, projecting – may sound like excuses for lying. I am not fond of lying, actually I find myself to be particularly inept at it. Blatant honesty or uncomfortable silence are my two modis operandi. But lying, deceit, manipulation make my stomach ache and I feel…
hippocampus of objects
In the US we will live in a very object foci lens. We demonstrate our wealth, status, loyalty, tribe affiliation, style, values, concerns, obsessions, weaknesses through our objects. Although I generally consider such material needs as a foible, a misappropriation of what is essential, now I ponder upon the memories that objects hold for us….
Simulacra
A post modern thinker I encountered when I had the time to meander the pathways of existential thoughts wrote on the fading reality people experience. The replacement of experiences through the five senses with simulations. Being at the concert of The Weeknd this evening brought together a disconnect with the intensity of the music, the…
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