Animator. Director. Artist. Scapegoat.
Note: I have recently been writing to my 18-year-old self, who wrote crazy journals in 1986. Here’s an excerpt. March 16 2024 8pm Young Self, you are oblivious to men’s interest in you. In this respect and a few others, you really are an idiot. Yes, it’s kind of charming: a kind of modesty, not … Continue reading “Dear Young Self: The Conversation”
Corinna, my friend and podcast co-host, is a man to me. I don’t think it’s because I’ve been using sex-based pronouns for him, as I do for everyone. He does pass; the majority of people read him as female. When I first saw him in a video, I thought, “he passes, he’s cute.” And once … Continue reading “He-ing Corinna”
When I lived in New York, I knew two very talented and driven artists who had abandoned their children. One had left her son with her parents so she could move to NYC and pursue visual arts. The other had simply ditched his kid with his ex-wife, to devote his life to stage performance. Both … Continue reading “Deluded and Immature”
Any bets on whether my local bike club will survive beyond this season? Emails lightly edited for brevity, all names anonymized except my own. Sat, Mar 19, 2022 MEMBER A: I was able to renew my membership with the link to the Website. I noticed that the application requires a “gender” designation that only includes … Continue reading ““Cycling and Gender Intersect in Meaningful Ways.””
On January 27 I awoke with an idea for a mystic symbolic art generator. I immediately sketched copious notes and put out word I was looking for a coder to collaborate with. By some miracle, Atul Varma responded within an hour, which makes me believe this project really wants to exist. My plans are vast … Continue reading “Mystic Symbolic: the developening”
When I learn a new song – something I do unconsciously, every time I am exposed to new music – is some other song erased in my memory to make room? No. I seem to have unlimited capacity for memorizing music, even as my memory is like a sieve elsewhere. How does my brain do … Continue reading “Collective Senescence”