Saturday, April 21, 2018

smug alert

It feels like a daily battle not to be smug.
I have a lot going for me, you know.
I'm a white American.
Relatively well-nourished.
I have decent housing and enough food and access to all kinds of culture--music, movies, performances.
In a world of mostly have-nots, I'm a have. I have the stars upon thars (or was it the other way around?).
It's easy to get comfortable, to laze into the routine of work, home, boyfren time, me time, play time Netflix, a good book, sleep--it's easy to forget to remember to create.
How do I remind myself to push myself, to think different, read differently, try to learn to see differently and experience the world fresh and unarmored?
I must add, big big ups to one of my favorite artists, Kendrick Lamar, on his Pulitzer win this week.
Here's a video and song I think about often.

Thursday, April 19, 2018

state of confusion

I've been feeling confused lately, and as much as I like to think I embrace it (hi George Saunders), the truth is--sometimes all the confusion is tiring.
I may have to move house, due to arson.
My job is meh, made more so daily by petty tyrants.
My city has somehow morphed from a rainy, arty backwater into a hot property. No more Ballard drivers. Now you dive out of the way of whatever sporty BMW needs to roar past you (only to screech to a halt at the next traffic jam).
And my country...this wonderfully delusional cesspool hijacked by criminal grifters and lowlifes--what more is there to say?
Confusion into creativity, straw into gold.
I know it can happen, I just need to take the time.
Make the time.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Friday, April 6, 2018


I headed out of town to visit the fam almost two weeks ago, not knowing that while I was gone, my living space would be attacked by an arsonist. The fire was extinguished thanks to a quick-thinking neighbor but the charred first-floor wreckage and toxic air throughout the building are a daily reminder of some person's reckless violence. The cleanup has begun, but this is how I come and go now, just to be on the safe(r) side.

Monday, March 19, 2018

3 memoirs: a review

I've been reading quite a few memoirs, courtesy of the Seattle Public Library. I want to write one, as you know, so I've been absolutely housing through them. Check out my take:

Saturday, March 17, 2018

new muzik

My Youtube searches yesterday brought me to Kenyan hiphop, and Dandora Music, and this song, Back in the Day, with Noni Mugera. It's good stuff--sweet beats and even though my Kiswahili is limited, the rhymes have a smooth vibe. Peep it!

The same group also produced an anti-domestic violence video, Unbreakable. Powerful. Hard to watch, but watch we must.

Saturday, March 10, 2018


Boyeee--I been learning some thangs.
(Not spelling or grammar, apparently.)
(Hi, Mom.)
New ways of playing with numbers and visualizations (Tableau). Analyzing complicated spreadsheets packed with data. Trying new things with WeVideo (robot voice). Memoir as told in short-short chapters (a la Roxane Gay). Brainstorming new projects with pals.
Magical words: what if we---? Or maybe we could--?
The more I learn, the more there is to learn.
Today's soundtrack--relaxation for my troubled brain.

smug alert

It feels like a daily battle not to be smug. I have a lot going for me, you know. I'm a white American. Educated. Relatively well-no...