A domestic Friday morning
Continents don’t drift this slowly. Yet always it is my turn, your reminder, to turn my head toward you. I am sorry, my anonymous benefactor, who should not be seen as an assassin,… Continue reading
Category Archive: California
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Has it really been a year?
I have no sense of time. Made a salad last night, went for the dressing I bought a little while ago, and found, to my dry-rucola’d dismay, that the dang thing had expired.… Continue reading
My Day In Court, Practicing Nonviolence
“Appear in court on December 26,” they said. So I cut my family’s Christmas short to be back in Oakland, security-screened by 9:00 this morning. I try not to predict the future, but… Continue reading
Protest Part Five: weary, wary, and working together
I was guilty of the thing I loathe: letting the misbehavior of a few drown out the positive actions of the many, but when I got home from another night of protest last… Continue reading
Protest Night Four: What now?
I had my perception of the Oakland protests. Night One: people upset over the state of race relations in our country, and police impunity in reflecting it, demonstrated in the streets with… Continue reading
Dear fellow Oakland protesters, and others
Dear fellow protesters in Oakland, thank you for coming. I know you’re angry, so to not waste your time I’ll get to it: What is the point? Your point. Your purpose. Your goal.… Continue reading
Protest in Oakland, Night 2; I wasn’t expecting that.
Helicopter buzzards hung above Oakland tonight, again. I barely slept last night, was dead on my feet at 5:00 this afternoon, was freezing, and still kind of hungry after finishing my leftovers. I… Continue reading
Oakland protests, then riots, after Ferguson decision
There are helicopters in the sky of Oakland tonight. I have a Thanksgiving blog typed up, ready to go. But there are helicopters above me, still. The rumble of three overhead, hours… Continue reading
How long until that grows out?
I got The Haircut again. In Nicaragua, Morocco, and Myanmar I liked it, described it as “Much lighter, now I won’t sweat so much” and “my tiny shampoo bottle will last longer.”… Continue reading
Lumps of love, transmitted by wire.
My headphones endorsed the errand by playing the perfect cycling songs as I pedaled downtown to the bank, Toots Thielemans’ “Bossa Nova” (player below) gliding right on into Johnny Cash’s “Hey Porter”. We… Continue reading
