Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
Crushed out.
This isn’t the real post I had started before either, but I thought it would be much more fun to write about my crush on Greg than finish the post titled “Weary the struggle”. I’m just not in the mood for psychoanalyzing my activism… Continue Reading “Crushed out.”
Oh.
Oh where does the time go? I have a proper post in the works, but for the time being I am just swamped with working and getting things ready for Greg’s visit (he arrives tomorrow after work). Hooray for the visit! Boo to the… Continue Reading “Oh.”
Oh home.
Ten days away from home in union meetings and training, one new indictment with three new charges, five days of Darren locked in the hole, and news of one friend with cancer. Home never felt like where I needed to be more than it… Continue Reading “Oh home.”
What's Playing on my Stereo?
Back in high school, I hung out with music geeks of the punk and goth persuasion. You know the type – not only do they have every album and bootleg (and re-release, and b-sides) by a particular band, they also know the names and… Continue Reading “What's Playing on my Stereo?”
From my analog journal.
“I smile when I think of the trouble we’ve been up to – feeling Vaneigem’s call to pleasure actuely in the loft above Chinatown. What is it to struggle if we do not know ecstasy at least once and awhile? Trace a lover’s silhouette… Continue Reading “From my analog journal.”
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