Loud clattering of can By co-living sub-tenant
Sarah Hurwitz has a Zen “don’t know” before-thinking enlightenment moment on a hitbodedut retreat. I love this.
That’s all I could say: “I don’t know. I don’t know.” I was saying that over and over again until I said, “I don’t know, but I can’t do this alone.”
It was a moment of openness, of some surrender. I was so astounded that I started to cry and I thought, “I don’t know what that was about.”
Warmth in my chest as I hear her vocal audio bits through my WH-1000MX4s.
Tu B'shvat
Having made the journey from the front yard to the back, beneath the weight of the second story where morning light was filling rooms, I was comfortable with the progress of our adolescent wildflowers. Then, between the backdoor and backfence, light filled me up. The poppies are stubbornly refusing to bloom. Mild flakes of disappointment crawled up my temples. For a moment I considered the preposterous notion of watering the Redwood Tree.
Guy outside Ritual Coffee on 5/27/24, I had a hot chocolate inside
The guy in combat boots with adorned with a skull. He’s reading Love In the Time of Cholera, headphones crowning his head into a phone call. He’s got coffee.
Seung Sahn's Dropping Ashes on the Buddha, and chat with Seraph and Marshall
Good morning A man came into the Zen center and dropped ashes on the Buddha. One hundred and fifty years ago men put metal penises in the earth and started burning fuel in earnest, beginning to fill the atmosphere with ash. There are other men, same same men, who claim “Buddha is everything.” They are very strong and will hit you if you say otherwise. How do you fix their minds?
The kind of extro, outside RItual coffee on Valencia
Being around people Benching just outside the coffee shop Heads pointing down Talking Tap clink Passersby entering and exiting Entering and exiting is the point
Machinery: Eva Hesse, her machinery
From Amy Kurzweil at The Ruby in San Francisco on February 29th, 2024
The room was cold. The light a little caustic. Acoustics wan. From the back row I had to squirm to the side to see Kurzweil’s full face. Like 17 people there, maybe? Intimate, secret, and in on it. Rugged cool! “Paper is pleasurable.” “My life for a while was in pages.” “My visual secret is that all my characters look like me.”
Two drinks max or else
The bartender at Berreta is asking if I like bitterness and I answer yes. At this point I’m open to interpretation and open to interpretations. I get Cynar, a hefty portmanteau that smoothes out my technologies of resistance across the bar plane. An incubation space for monsters. To the right of my glass, an open challah bag is a gaping hole.
Sunday Prayer before heading to altitude
Saying no to Lucy Ives everywhere and hitchhiking Leather Blvd. sipping cool aid Kita anak-anak keren
Hangry
Can you eat here Can you get food here I can get food here I will get food here This place is too expensive for you I will eat at this place There is another food for you over there
Relationships in this economy
“I didn’t realize what we had.” He couldn’t see from the view, from within his stomach. His nerves are too high. Well, brother, you work full-time; overtime, frequently, because it’s only a five-day work week. Your hands are full cutting a path through what the racists made today. And brother, your Yeezies are barely scuffing the stacked monomers. Where did you come from? There are dicks the size of city blocks clouding your view.
Kelsey Blackwell's Race and the Body: Why Somatic Practices Are Essential for Racial Justice
“Racism is a visceral experience” - Coates && “Including the body…towards social justice…is the primary path forward” - Blackwell && “We focused our efforts in the wrong direction…white supremacy doesn’t live in our thinking brains…it lives and breathes in our body.” - Resmaa Menakem && “The only path forward requires dismantling who we think we are.” - Blackwell && “The body…says, this is true…this is happening…this is honest.” -Blackwell “Few skills are more essential than the ability to settle your body.
Class warfare on Duolingo 🌹
Goings on about town: Iowa teen grew 7,000 pounds of veggies, then gave them all away
Over morning coffee, mixed with used iron goddess king tea leaves. Questions about things in paper. kopi pagi tambah daun teh raja dewi besi Why ya why ya why ya why ya why ya wanna why ya wanna Some people just have acres of arable land lying around to play with Why didn’t Lauren work with her family to give this land back to indigenous tribes? In 2022 tribes finally won 7 acres back after 200 years.
Modern cities are inhuman: Vol 1
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Le Guin on write what you know
I slept pretty well last night
From the hunter to the tactical tornado. Man and his-story!
Book review: Event Factory
I’m not sure how far Gladman’s fantastic Ravickian worlding has spread beyond cottage literary, artistic, and critical conclaves. She reached me by way of Lucy Ives' article on the “weak novel” (after listening to Ives on a BISR’s podcast paneling the same topic). (I’ve since bought almost every book Ives mentions in this article; I’m on a rapid tour of postmodern anti-novels.) I’m curious who would fancy this book. I loved it.