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Being Present
I have heard of this practice for a long while, but always had a hard time understanding what it meant exactly- until recently, after randomly opening up to one of my customer’s Nephews (in his ...
Poor Kid
Yesterday, at the exact same time I was swimming in the exact same lake, 20 miles away, a 14 year old boy who was swimming where I used to swim when I was 14 drowned. He and a friend got caught ...
scent of laundry
I was out riding and meditating after dark tonight, testing my memory by recalling things I hadn’t recalled in a long while, when suddenly I got hit with a very potent shadow of a memory. An ope...
An Interest In Mortality
I pursue an interest in history to attempt to understand mortality, I think. Not world history, far removed from anything empirical or useful, but local history- or the history of wherever I hap...
Are we religious, inherently?
I struggle to make sense of humanity. Partly because I’m an idiot, and partly because humanity eludes sense on the regular. Self awareness seems illusory. Like, it feels like we can see ourse...
The ghost of the great highway returneth
My siblings and I all share a family cabin we’ve had for 30 years, up in a remote part of Upper Peninsula, five miles west of a tiny dead-end village along “the scenic” highway, on a beautiful b...
Fucking Boomers
I was navigating some narrow buoys, bringing my little aluminum boat back to the dock, when I reached for my beer to take one last sip before it was all hands on deck with ropes and such, an...
Who am I, Gamling?
As the world evolves and everything I know becomes just a system of memory shared with my fellow generational travelers, I must say it’s hard to identify myself. The culture and times in which o...
July 4th, but there was a time...
I spent my 4th of July playing host to my good friend from out of town, which included an entire rushed BBQ performance by yours truly at 8:00 PM, after a two hour drive and a huge family BBQ I ...
When night falls
Is it true that hippies are assholes larping as nice people, and goths are nice people larping as assholes? Because even though I am not particularly into metal, especially black metal, I canno...
Of self and others
One thing I have realized in my travels through this world is that you don’t have to like yourself in order to be happy with your life- but you do have to like what you do. The principals you li...
What's the best creepy summer song you've got?
There’s been this rotting deer carcass in my neighbor’s bushes for a couple weeks at this point. I checked on it today, and it’s almost down to fur and bones- but there’s still plenty of stench ...
Come a knock on our door...
I keep getting assaulted by these bits of memory from when I was very very young, about impressions and observations I had about adult men my own age currently. Some on TV, some real. John Ritte...
Political Independence
If you happen to find yourself a political partisan, lying to yourself about “them” and pretending you understand “them” better than they do, I would encourage you to reevaluate your standing ju...
Talking away...
I’ve seen this around, here and there, but only recently got sucked into kind of listening to it on a loop. Moods must create audio grooves like lock tumblers that particular tunes only real...
the mask of normal
I believe there’s two types of people in the world: normals, and weirdos. Each with a mask the other might wear. Most people are normals, per the inherent nature of term, and can be viewed eith...
A is for Avenue
Pulling consciousness out of nothing is quite the trick. Things make sense to look at them, now that we are adults. But do you remember when everything was just two dimensional shapes? Back wh...
My Greatest Regret...
Long ago, I was walking along a mill-pond lake of sorts, down by the Sanitarium in Traverse City, when I passed a group of three young women, probably half my age, and as I was approaching I hea...
Life Hacks For Degenerates
The next time you approach a busy line anywhere, say a gas station or bank, and find yourself dealing with the specific layout where the two people at the front of the line are clearly in line, ...
Strolling Across Town
There is an interesting little street on the other side of the river, about a block long, connecting the McManus Bridge to the old Industrial quarter (currently undergoing gentrification). The s...
The Black Stallion
Is a perfect movie. It moves me on a deep and profound level in what is, to me, the best tale of a loving relationship between a human and an animal. Dog’s might be “mans best friend” now, but ...
Roaring Brook
I am something of a ruthless adventurer when my curiosity is piqued. I’ll trespass if I think I can get away with it, and I’ll find someone to ask for permission if I don’t. If they say no, I’ll...
As long as you come back to me, I will never ask...
…for you I will be, the man in the iron mask. Stumbled into this incredible love song by Billy Bragg the other day via Spotify, and I can’t stop listening to it on a loop. There’s black com...
Stardate
NPR has this weird little one minute show from the McDonald observatory called “Stardate” that is my favorite thing about NPR. They play a little ambient piano rift and talk about the positi...
Returning Dreams
I get these odd little waking dreams, not as much as I used to sadly, of places that my imagination generates (I think?) and fills out with the subtle details of a lived-in world replete with a ...
