i’ve been to the gym once in the past three months. once. the one time was last week when i woke up from a nightmare at some unholy hour and couldn’t manage to find mare-less sleep again. so i rose and found myself cursing the treadmill. today i thought i’d try something a little different. […]
free oscar grant was scrawled in black spray paint across the whitewashed wall of the bart underpass. i shook my head as i passed. irritated because this is new graffiti on the recently painted wall…irritated more that someone missed the reality that you cannot free that which has been killed. oscar grant isn’t being held, […]
massages can be intimate. naked skin with a stranger. dimmed lighting and rubbing. i didn’t think anything could be more intimate between strangers than a swedish or deep tissue massage like i’ve had a few times in my life. and today’s trip into san francisco for a thai massage seemed an implausible choice for something […]
this morning, while the rain bathed a parched oakland in moisture, and before the sun was even attempting to show herself, i woke from a nightmare. sometimes i’m able to ignore them. change the channel in my head so that i dream of something else without actually waking up. but not this morning. i don’t […]
the thing about moments is t hat they judge you…or rather you judge yourself against them. there is no dress rehershal…only the moment that in some way defines you…even as the next one will define you again and again and again. i hate when those moments define me as less than i want to be. […]
Oscar Grant Protest Jan. 14, 2009
we took the long way from the powell station by accident. unseasonably warm in the city, we were almost sweating by the time we found the entrance. a bustle of people smiling and asking for cards or email addresses. i’m not sure what i expected. in some ways it was a throw back to the […]
“you sure did something to me when you spoke to me. i didn’t even need viagra. bam, through that brick wall back there.” the drums drowned out the competing music from some of the other stalls and it gave the old man an excuse to lean in to my ear after he tapped my shoulder […]
the thing is…it does more damage. not simply to property, although the blazing cars and crushed car and business windows show proof of that, but of lives. fourteen arrests so far and what does that mean for young brown people. livelihoods of folks who own property that has been destroyed. resentment – on both ends […]
judge and jury
the thing about life is that in some ways everyone is judging. everything is a courtroom appearance and you will either be vindicated or sent away. and it isn’t always as serious as all of that. sometimes it is just the look of contempt instead of being held in contempt. but consider…job interviews- or board. […]
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