Jul 18, 2012

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A Rant

A Rant

I forget, okay. I live in Portland, Oregon, where the majority of people are very concerned about the future of the planet and our ability to shift it toward health and equality for future generations. Where even most of those who don’t care at least acknowledge that there is something to care about. And then there are people who I bump into on social networks.

Apr 2, 2012

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May I Please Be Excused?

May I Please Be Excused?

Today, with the help of a loving witness, friend, and assistant searcher (all the same person), I learned something new about myself. It took a while to get there, and it wasn’t very pretty for a moment or two, but I uncovered a very old desire to “be excused.” From what, you ask? Apparently whatever I damn-well please. Just because I’m me – and I’ll tell you whatever story will convince you to agree, or at least let me off the hook. There is a slight element of ‘please feel sorry for me’ in there, too.

Feb 20, 2012

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I Am Rubber, You Are Glue

I Am Rubber, You Are Glue

Going back to the rubber & glue, I consider this: Is it actually possible to say something shitty to another human being and not hurt ourselves? Whether you think about the energy of something, or the psychology of it, holding on to judgments of others and feeling righteous enough to spit them out is mostly likely affecting us. Or, turning it around, the fact that we are saying something nasty at all shows we are already effected by something, or we wouldn’t be attempting to discharge our crappy feeling onto something seemingly separate.