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It’s a Sunday night and I can’t sleep.  I stay in my basement with a minimal amount of lights on.  I change some bulbs on desk lamps that I have strewn all over my basement to different colored lights.  I make it so each room of the basement has a different color.  Where my guitars [...]

This is cross-posted from Stephen’s blog: the s&m dinner. A friend of mine in the music school at Calarts, Jason, invited me to go to an S&M dinner with him and his kinda girlfriend Meredith. The whole concept sounded strange: meeting at a restaurant in a public place to be around people with a sexual [...]

Drugs and Lies My summer after my sophomore year I get a job offer downtown.  I take it and say fuck school.  Who needs school if you can land a job this easily?  The job isn’t hard.  Running to court a couple times a day to make some filings.  In-between runs, soak up the pulse [...]

Jump: a Jump Answer movement. Yesterday I picked up a book on Buddhism. The book is about the Buddhist approach to questions. I read the first few lines to the intro of the book. This is the line that stuck with me: QUOTE If you ask “Where did the universe come from?”, the answer can’t [...]

Here is a short radio piece by Rachel Trotta. Radio stories are good and it’s good to close your eyes and block out distractions while listening to them. my-lifeis-your-memoir-words rachel trotta works at a community medical clinic in portland or. the clinic serves alienated clientel: homeless youth, trasngender, iv drug users, people of any age [...]

As It Happens What we want in private is a secret unknown to public wishes. Our public desideratum may be clear to us; but inside we are never sure, never knowing. Wants are secreted away, hiding – closeted from ourselves. Ceremoniously coming down the stairs after an hour or so of wafting in the breeze [...]

That’s it. No more demise. Now get out. DO THE DEMISE Pt. 4 of 4 So Marky had pretty much putzed out with the drugs. It’s not that his stomach bothered him, he realizes, but rather that every action, every thought he now had did not seem to be his own. He lost the extreme [...]

Pt. 3 of 4 Marky’s mother was unsure what to do. It was not like deciding whether a note in some piece of Brahms should be played forte or mezzo-forte, the decision did not require that kind of precision. In any event, she knew what she had–and that was a blubbering baby boy, her own, [...]

That’s It: The Postmortem Autobiography of Michael Daniels Molitch-Hou by Michael Molitch-Hou The machines that they had been building went on for centuries.  They were always the same machines, but, naturally, they took on different forms that would be unrecognizable to the following generations.  A machine is a machine is a machine. That is not [...]