Journal
Some places are so blessed by planetary creative processes that they can be described as paradises. The Hawaiian Islands are one such place. They have the one thing the paradise in which I live lacks: warm water beaches. So here we are: Waikiki. Enjoying the fruits of colonialism.
September 19, 2025
• 4 min read
On the same weekend that my family attend the Pride parade, I learn that the president of my University resigned in obedience to the dictates of the man who said "there are very fine people on both sides" when Nazi pigs paraded down the University's sacred ground. The juxtaposition strikes me with the truth that parades do nothing to force change. Only one way can we really stand up to power: By refusing to obey.
June 29, 2025
• 11 min read
She wants me to write my memoirs. I can't say I haven't thought about it.
April 22, 2025
• 3 min read
Just for you, my nonexistent audience, the theme song of Ms. Hotbody in progress
April 10, 2025
• 1 min read