If one is of a narrow point of view, one might see something as new/unique when one of another (larger) point of view might see repetition...

Catharsis

Is the realization of fears and the awakening of empathy.

The Language to release 

(pain)

Are Ramen Noodles Bad for You, or Good? http://flip.it/5.MN1y

 

"dada hair"

 

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Storycorps: Never Say Goodbye

StoryCorps 537: Never Say Goodbye (NPR, Jun 29)
https://play.podtrac.com/npr-510200/npr.mc.tritondigital.com/NPR_510200/media/anon.npr-mp3/npr/storycorps/2018/06/20180629_storycorps_sc062918.mp3?orgId=1&d=708&p=510200&story=624733659&t=podcast&e=624733659&ft=pod&f=510200

Hi, Gwen.

So, today I did a thing.

And it was sort of a monumental thing.

Something I could have done a long time ago,

but I didn't.


potential deferred`and such...

anyway. I conceived a thing.

And asked for help.

And I wracked my brain for ideas.

And I chose a thing.

And I let the idea change without throwing it away.

And I found inspiration.

And I used what I've learned in the past.

And didn't give up when it got trying.

And didn't let the deviL win.

And did a thing.

Probably the thing that should have been my graduate project...but, you know, different.

...and people seemed to like it.

It wasn't perfect.

There were some things that didn't go the way I intended.

But there's always next time.

Yes, NEXT time.

Because I believe in the idea. And I believe I can do it again.

I did work. And it felt good.


and I'm glad it happened on Your day.


happy birthday Gwen.

I love you.

I hope you were in the room with me.



peace:

c w j

I don't want to get up.

"Fewer people want to hear my most potent stories, ans those are the ones I want to tell."

Storyteller in "Who Fears Death"

 

It's odd…

 

Whenever I hear a reference to New Jersey…well, the part adjacent to the City, anyway…

 

Or maybe not just that –

 

But when I do, I miss you a little.

Why some women choose to get circumcized

https://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2015/04/female-genital-mutilation-cutting-anthropologist/389640/

"My Great Grandfather the Nigerian Slave Trader"

https://www.newyorker.com/culture/personal-history/my-great-grandfather-the-nigerian-slave-trader

RE:

a genderfluid young adult told me I was the crunchiest person they've ever known.

 

I didn't delve into the specifics of that perception.

 

 

I just reveled a bit in the achievement.

 

I think I just looked up and saw the cloudiness of the "Magellanic" with my naked eye for the first time .

 

"rejoiced"

 

As an adjective.

 

hm.

Chaka Khan - Like Sugar (Official Video)

the kind of thing that may have happened had someonewhoshallremainnameless submitted that NYU film school applications manymany years ago.

So, yeah, I went to a museum yesterday.

I should probably talk more about that, but what strikes me now is noticing a continued pattern and wondering:

What is it about me that causes people to think I know things.

This is not an attempt at self-praise (or indirect compliment fishing)..

Or maybe it is?

There is a way that I am that I suspect is not fully un-intentional in certain places that causes people to think I know something.

Maybe it was because I was by myself…and I present an image of someone who wouldn't be there alone unless employed there?

I thought it may have been because I was dressed similarly to the staff….but I wasn't.

Although the actual tour guide/docent folks did seem to not be wearing the red shirts of the (seeming) orderly staff.

(folks who were saying "don't touch", giving directions, etc)

So. That.

Debating on whether to go back today. Or to church.

(shrug)

 

That glorious, intricately detailed dream that includes such a number of insecurities that you're not sure just how much your sub-conscious just read you.

 

Featuring that crush from grade school

 

An award show?

 

People who look like you that do what you do (did..)

 

Very likely other things.

 

Jordan Peele!

 

"award shows are marketing"

 

Oddly missing wedding bands…

 

 

Somewhat odd how much the whole thing looked like a film.

 

 

 

Also…I pretty much just slept for 12 hours. Alls I did yesserday was walk around a museum for 6 hours. Maybe it was the motorcycle ride?

My mother should have been an artist.

I'm still trying to find a way to tell her she still can be.

At a play With a cast full of persons of color,

And written by a dark brown man with locked hair down his back,

 

All of the persons of color in the audience are on the fringes.