Category: Stream of Consciousness

  • A familiar calling.

    I can feel myself being tugged in the direction of picking up some drum sticks again. My hands have been tapping rudiments without much conscious effort and I want there to be more noise when I do it. As always, issues of logistics arise. Unlike most hobbies/passions, drums take up physical space and practice is…

  • Relief, if brief.

    Cleared out some more of the debris from a past life yesterday and with it, a sense of relief for the bargain. I still feel shackled to that old life, but minimally so. It makes me wonder what complete freedom from it will look like, as I’ve yet to feel it. Every progress forward includes…

  • Pre-mourning.

    There are some people that take years to orchestrate their death in the most elaborate fashion imaginable. This happens to be the path someone very close to me is on. A nearly endless battle against addiction has run the body ragged and I suspect we will lose him sooner than later. The clinical diagnosis handed…

  • Writing some wrongs.

    For whatever reason, my brain is completely awake at 4:00 A.M. and compelling me to spill whatever comes to mind on here. There is no subject matter driving this deluge, just pure word soup. Now a game of definitions, since my mind seems dead set on me reminding myself: sophists. What is a sophist? Off…

  • From relative safety.

    The last post made was a lashing out that needed to be done. It was cathartic and it was easy because it comes from a position of relative safety. But it was a treatise for anyone and everyone who can’t speak from the safety I occupy. Being a straight, white, man gives me incredible insulation.…

  • Who the hell are we?

    On June 24, 2022, the Supreme Court of the United States overturned a decision that had been precedent for nearly 50 years. The moment it happened, I felt a complete shift in my basic beliefs about my country. I already had a low level of confidence but with one act, that confidence completely evaporated. We…

  • Realignment.

    Taking the past few months off to evaluate my place in the world has given me ample opportunity to determine what money actually is to me. I have the traditional understanding of what it is meant to be used for hard wired and sufficiently tangled with my sense of self worth. This time has given…

  • Busy hands.

    Used some of my time this morning to trim mulberry trees that had grown out of control over the garage. It was overdue and I didn’t have much else going on first thing. It reminded me that just occupying your time is a useful exercise now and then. This isn’t work I’d want to do…

  • Simplicity in complicated times.

    The time I find myself in is complicated, not only in terms of the adversities which have come this year to me personally, but the world at large. The mounting pressure of the economy is impossible to ignore. It seems everything is getting more expensive than it has ever been in my life. I feel…

  • Days of zero ideas.

    Today was a day of zero ideas, creatively speaking. Obviously the mere fact that I sat to type this means I had at least one idea. It does make me ponder the “here today, gone tomorrow” nature of creativity. There are days, sometimes in large succession, which ideas just pour out. No matter what medium,…