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Category Archives: my so called life

Dread

What It’s Like To Be Cancelled But recognizing my experience as trauma helped me find the tools to heal from it. I learned that, when you remove the massive scale and severe implications of my specific situation, lots of people could relate to the experience of having their voice taken away, of being shunned from […]

Nonprofits

A Way Out: An activist with an ulcer asks, “Why do nonprofits exist?” The generous answer is that society is imperfect: people have needs that the government cannot meet (and that corporations refuse to meet). But the cynical answer is that there’s money to be made in nonprofits. Not for the people actually working at […]

oh i almost forgot

i did another record

Bukowski

you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not many but from them come the few good paintings the few good symphonies the few good books and other works. and from the best of the strange ones perhaps nothing. they are their own paintings their own books […]

existence

i have a backlog of single link draft posts that i haven’t gotten around to fleshing out to a state that is publishable by my minimal standards. you would think i was busy. hah. i’m going to go ahead and post this video though because what it describes is very close to my own philosophy, […]

pretty much sums it up

Why I’m A Squishy Leftie This isn’t scary socialism. This is self-protection by protecting the social contract within which we live, and just giving a damn about people. just read Harry August this summer and it was very good.

on happiness

We live in a world where people think happiness is a condition, but it’s not; it’s a sensation. It’s momentary. So do I have little moments of happiness? Yes. Is that my general condition? No. Is that anyone’s general condition? I can’t believe that’s the case. Are there people that are generally more buoyant than […]

shame

ASK POLLY: I’m Broke and Mostly Friendless and I’ve Wasted My Whole Life Learn to treat yourself the way a loving older parent would. Tell yourself: This reckoning serves a purpose. Your traveling served a purpose. Your moving served a purpose. You’re sitting on a pile of gold that you earned through your own hard […]

loud.

a last word for #bellletstalk 2018

also this was funny.