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When things start moving forward
I’m teeing up for a big summer. 2024 is going to be a marathon, Season 3 of LFG is being booked. I have done a lot of out-reach to make it happen. All while Amir is taking steps to pull the site together and keep his feet moving while facing forward. Sometimes the demands of…
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Psalm 51: Pray for the Resentful
It was 2:37am on November 1, 2022, when I reached out to Hansel during my Braille studies with Pat Leader. It was the Fall semester. Later, on April 26, 2024 he would recommend Psalm 51—A Prayer of Contrition. The idea being, a meditation on the Lord’s Prayer. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be…
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Post-Graduate: What’s Next.
As of late I’ve been struggling with my ability to focus on my projects and overall creative process. One of the detriments of dealing with SFSU as an institution was their interference in my personal affairs. This resulted in me pulling the LIFE page from The Acid Drip. I had to bend the knee to…
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We become what we think about (again)
This is another maintenance post. The purpose being to maintain my focus and keep on a path which threads the needle. One which is the knifes edge fulcrum and on either side is something approximating doom. That’s not to be melodramatic but rather self-aware. On either side is failure, only in the center is the…
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Pride Cometh Before the Fall.
I have a copy of “How to Be an Anti-Racist.” I picked it up used, so I wouldn’t be putting dollars directly into Henry Rogers pocket book, just so I could be hip with the various DEI authorities on SFSU campus. Here are some thoughts on the matter. How to not define a word, especially…
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Tomcat
There is a rat in this house. One that crawls around, gnawing on everything while shitting everywhere. Across floors, counter-tops and even the crown-molding of cabinets. All the while the terrier-poodle sits blind staring through cataracts at an open window closed off by mosquito netting. There is a rat in this house. One where nothing…
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The Longway Home
I’ve been trying to write for the last few weeks. Every time I start an article, I don’t finish it. And as of late, that’s been a theme in my life. As I try to go back and reflect and review my work. My art, my writing, my music. Any of it. All of it.…
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The Paranoia of A Madman is His Own Undoing
“I’d like to tall to you about the strangest secret in the world,” never has there been a more interesting introduction to a radio program. Earl Nightingale first spoke those words (on record at least) in 1959, when the self-help market of literature (which later on became inundated with quacks and con-artists) was still emerging.…