We are slaves to fear. But I wonder if future generations will reap the gift of reparations for our indentured servitude to the dictatorial “pandemicists” who are assaulting our minds and souls with persistent fear porn. Headlines scream, the media gleefully enabling Fear. The next Covid variant could kill up to one in THREE people:…
Insects are not Woke; fig flies want to shed “African” from name
I would like to think this is merely a stage we’re going through. That reason will return. Some might delude themselves that this sort of tinkering with semantics is symbolic of a higher, more humane, level of consciousness. I think it’s the opposite. It’s symbolic of idiocy and lack of higher intelligence. It already started…
Billie Ellish, guilty of gayppropriation
I’m a little behind the curve in my acquaintanceship with the modern Grievance Glossary, but I stumbled across a new term earlier, courtesy of Billie Ellish. Queerbaiting. Not quite masturbating, but spiritually a close kin. Fending off the barbs of today’s Identitarian, sensitivity culture, artists cannot help running afoul of oceans of butthurt if they…
Gregor Samsa awoke one morning in 2020 and discovered his room was full
The pandemic is very Kafkaesque. Amid the turbulence of mask warfare, the lockdown’s existential eruptions and vaccine implosions, the droll antagonisms issuing in the wake of COVID-19’s steamroll campaign over our once idle-minded society, a turbulent inner torment stews within our collective consciousness. People are freaking out and are experiencing online spiritual meltdowns across the…
Requiem for our Fall
As they say, hindsight is 20/20. In our case, literally. Fifty-six days into 2021, the insufferable load that was last year is now settling into my psyche’s memory circuits. The other day I was sitting and thinking, as I’m prone to do. I found myself reminiscing about the past year, longingly. As if the year…
A brief pandemic travelogue: Carmel, California
I wrote this on February 10, during the week we drove to Carmel, approximately 5-6 hours away from SoCal by car. Just a few observations I jotted which I’ve procrastinated over. Trips quickly retreat to hazy memory once they are done and “real life” takes over. Photographs and diary forms are the best way to…