So I'm definitely an "old", but some things are the same as ever. I've just spent a half a week with some very nice kids/young people. They're mostly 16 to 17, and mostly really decent people. I just wish I could do something about the divide between us. For one thing, not all cultures make... Continue Reading →
How Many Memories Can a Woodchuck Chuck?
So I'm fifty-six, and I'm trying to find my head around this fact. How did I get so old? (Easy answer, by not dying before, but it's still shocking.) I've been chugging through certain memories and feelings and realizing that they don't always make sense. I have a distinct memory of being happy or unhappy... Continue Reading →
Family
Family can be who you choose to hang on to. I've known many people who collect, and then discard, friends. (I know this because I was collected then traded off at some point.) I have very rarely let go of friends on my own. There are one or two painful exceptions, where we've changed in... Continue Reading →
Home
This is the name of a very good Swiss film by Ursula Meier. The whole movie is obviously supposed to be a metaphor, but you're allowed to choose what you think it means. I watched it again with my partner last night. It's not very gay, but it was on my mind lately because I've... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 