There’s a notion in my head lately that hasn’t become part of a conversation, and I wonder how it might be received if I spoke it. The notion is “I don’t consider myself white.” Or perhaps it might be better to say that I don’t think of myself as “white”.
My sister has Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). It feels facetious and flippant to write that in a blog, but it’s something I’ve been dancing around for a while now. There’s a few reasons it feels wrong, the least of which is an ‘agree to disagree’ situation I had with my mother over psychology. A deeper reason is that I mostly managed to escape the cauldron of that behavior (or so I thought), and the term is somewhat archaic — it’s 25 years on since I heard that explanation from a psychologist. Continue reading
March 20, 2020 at 12:59 AM — As part of a writing education, students (used to) learn all about how humans communicate including about communicable diseases, epidemiology, vaccines and genetics, and government responses to these things. This supposedly helps us to write better fiction and do better research for documentary. Of course, these days most of us are sidelined into other pursuits so the sons and daughters of real estate folks and former television stars can share their ignorance, leaving us scared and wondering ‘what TF now?’ Anyway, I thought I’d write some thoughts that come out of my old curriculums in these matters that some people may not be understanding.
February 26, 2020 at 2:38 AM — I been planning to write this blog post for a long time, but it seems to have gotten stuck. So much so that I feel my current health problems of gut pain and back pain come from this same stuck place. Writing about the concept of a ‘bigot’ isn’t easy, as I found when writing a blog post looking into the origin of the word in my other blogging space. This post here is more of a personal look at the conversations with a bigot going on in my own imagination. I feel like I’ve gained an insight worth sharing with writers, but I’m unsure if I can get it across in the space of a blog post.
Today is the premiere of Star Trek Picard. It’s available in the US on CBS All Access right now. I plan to wait till the ten-episode run is almost complete before I start watching, but I wanted to predict what the story is going to be and see how close I am to what the writers dreamt up. Just having a little fun. Continue Reading
December 31, 2019 at 11:34 PM — Here’s to things looking better in 2020. This year of 2019 ends not only a trying year but a whole decade, and it seems so much more is ending or transitioning in my life. It’s a bit strange to mark a meaningless moment astronomically as the end of one year and the beginning of a new one, to place so much significance on one passing piece of time, but it allows a chance to reflect back and look forward…to process the changes now in motion. Continue Reading
All through’ the day – I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
All through’ the night – I me mine, I me mine, I me mine.
Now they’re frightened of leaving it, Ev’ryone’s weaving it,
Coming on strong all the time, All through the day, I me mine.
~George Harrison Continue Reading
As we move into fall in America, I just finished my summer reading. I picked out four ‘road’ books: two autobiographical fiction novels and two ‘nonfiction’ travelogues. Of the fiction ones, ‘On the Road’ by Jack Kerouac is thought by many to be the quintessential American road book, while the iconic ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’ is considered to be more of a philosophical novel. The last two books are travelogues by William Least-Heat Moon: ‘Blue Highways’ and ‘Roads to Quoz’. Continue Reading
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
I wrote this (mostly) a few days ago while staying in a backpacker’s hostel in Dublin.
I’m staying in a mixed (gender) room at a not-to-be-named hostel in Dublin, Ireland. I figured a mixed room might be an experience and it proved to be true. Continue Reading