Thoughts and Happenings

Articles, essays, diatribes and polemics. Here's where I gather my wandering thoughts and capture the state of my fevered imagination in words. Little bugs trapped in digital amber ready to broadcast my enigmatic being to the ages. Or, you could just call it a blog, I suppose. Do we still call them that, darling?
  • an old fashioned alarm clock wedged into the crook of a tree

    Chrononormativity: or how many wrongs make a right?

    What about those of use starting late? Those that might have deferred the dream to survive the capitalist hellscape? Those whose every day is a dream deferred? Who eek out precious moments at the easel or the drawing table, fought for bitterly against tides of despair and disparagement, from inner and outer pressures?
  • view of the earth from space, the edge of the planet just catching the light creating a soft blue glow

    More than Human

    Humans are a part of life, on a continuum of life, one more form of life. We are not, darlings, its apex or culmination or, least of all, its ruler.
  • a makeshift scientific lab in a post-industrial space

    In praise of (weird) science

    The world is just so damn weird and wonderful. Here's a treasure trove of amazing people dedicating their lives to exploring just how weird it all is.
  • A lush rose garden with a gravel path through the middle, decorated with trellis supporting bounteous roses inviting the viewer to imagine a gentle, fragrant stroll

    Who Gets to Dream

    Imagination may generally be conceived of as individual, but is it perhaps more social than we realize, or are allowed to realize?
  • A sultry, shirtless man in sleeveless vest and sporting a lot of ink, sits suggestively in the back of pickup truck.

    Even the Orchestra is Beautiful

    We’re always awash—drowning, even—in gendered ideas of beauty, restrictive notions of what is beautiful, what’s allowed to be beautiful, who’s allowed to be beautiful. And then, what happens when one is considered beautiful?
  • handsome man with determined expression walks through smoldering wreckage

    Join the Rebel Alliance

    I’m amazed at all the lovely stuff that’s been available on the various streaming platforms over the last decade or so. Not sure I’d call it a golden age of television, but it’s been quite a ride. My fear, however, is that it might be coming to an end. And that it will end with a whimper more than a bang.
  • moody forest scene with large trees, mossy rocks, thick vegetation and a dim, golden light peeking through the branches

    Plant more trees

    Many seek online spaces of safety. But that doesn't serve the profits of capitalism or bow to fascism, so the open internet, now all but totally coopted, will just not do.
  • cover of a literary magazine called the Evolving Gaze superimposed on two paintings of nude males

    The Evolving Gaze

    In The Evolving Gaze, the featured authors and artists share raw first-hand experiences and bring a broad spectrum of perspectives to the forefront, challenging traditional notions of masculinity.