i am so tired. i meant to start my novel tonight but instead i went to dinner with a friend who is in from NY, filled out my absentee ballot, and finished reading "life of pi." the latter is kind of silly because i actually left my copy at tuggy's yesterday, but was so intent on finding out what happened that i bought another copy rather than wait to retrieve my own copy from oakland, where tuggy lives.
fuck i'm so tired.
a few days ago i had this bizarre flushing of intensity and anger which some of you may have seen briefly, since i wrote a whole huge journal entry about it and posted it here for approximately an hour before my (warranted) distrust of the internet audience returned and i took it down. but something happened, something broke in me. so much rushed out of me and afterward i felt very cleared. it has stuck, and i feel like i released years of anger, at men particularly. the result has been loving (and missing) oliver with new purity and purpose. and an ability to hold two things - doubt and love - at once. the doubt is beautiful, i have to tell you. it's pure fierce intellectual struggle against the impossiblity of the human vision of romantic love. it's formidable doubt and i have great reverence for it. i feel like it's very important that i have it. it feels vigilant. it's almost as if this intense strong doubt is what keeps the actual love that i do feel on the high road. pure and actual. and the process of questioning, and oliver's ability to respect the questioning, makes my love for him more. maybe this is too personal again now.
i got an idea for my novel though. just about characters. i'll probably forget it before morning.
today as we ambled down hayes kirsten told me not to break my novel down into words per day or worry about being "behind" which i think was excellent advice from someone who was terribly incredulous about the whole situation.
the end of the book was kind of disappointing.
i'm tired. please vote tomorrow. for kerry. thanks.
i haven't conceded yet. i still have a faint glimmer of hope, even for ohio. but i'll tell you, i just don't understand who those people are out there who voted this way. my mother, who was always pro gay rights, voted for bush who wants to change the constitution to discriminate against gays (which was really a stupid election issue - there is no way he will get away with that). my sister, who is very well educated with a masters degree in international affairs, voted for bush for reasons that she has never explained to me. my father, who just got back from iraq and has seen firsthand the carnage and pointlessness, voted for bush. why? 11 states vote to ban gay marriage. why? who are these people? where is the optimism in the human race? my lover and my friends worked so hard on the kerry campaign. friends flew to florida, ohio, new mexico, oregon, nevada. it seemed like so much hard work could not go unrewarded. i am dejected, and i don't understand how my own peaceful and pragmatic views can really be so far removed from most of the country. i am mystified. i miss oliver and i don't understand how i will sleep without him tonight. i feel betrayed in some way. i want to be suspicious of the voting machines and have faith in the provisional ballots - but i'm just too tired. as heidi just said, i'm not psychologically prepared for four more years.
well. i am depressed. i'm still in bed but i have to get up and prepare for oliver's return tonight. he is very sad. i am very sad. i know that liberal values will continue to exist, especially here in san francisco, but i am worried and this is a huge setback. i am especially disgusted at the states which voted to ban gay marriage, and especially terrified at the possibility of what bush's supreme court judges will do.
i'd like to urge all deviants to be especially deviant today as self affirmation. that's right: please have vast amounts of beautiful gay sex on this day! tattoos: yes! if you are on welfare, please, go buy yourself something nice with my tax money. and for heaven's sake if you have an arts grant, please use it to do completely genius and utterly obscure performance art. don't give up. raise weird children. and get yourself strong because there is a lot to do.
i love you, california and new york.
and here is a message from alex grey:
Date: Wed, 03 Nov 2004 16:54:49 -0500
From: Alex Grey
To: COSM5
Subject: post-election pep talk
Dear CoSM family,
Allyson and I wanted to share a reflection from J.P. Harpignies, a good
friend of the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors project and organizer of Bioneers (San Fran) and Open Center (NYC) events. As we ponder our paths through
Samsara, J.P. offers us a long view.
With love,
Alex and Allyson
**************
Dear friends,
The election results have been bleak indeed, and I am certainly as
disheartened and depressed about it as I suspect many of you are. We
"progressives" will certainly need to be far more creative and nimble
in coming years to defend our values and make any headway at all,
given the harsh reality of the current US socio-political landscape,
and I'm sure a lot of thought and debate will occur in coming months,
once the shock and disbelief pass. (Secession of the Northeast and
West to join Canada?, etc)
But I am writing to you now just to try and ease the pain a little by
urging you to take a long view. The struggles we are involved in are
profound, long-term battles for the soul of human civilization. It is
never easy for those seeking to bring forth new, more expansive and
generous social forms and cultural values. In the short and medium
term, fear and greed tend to trump compassion. But a long look at the
last few centuries reveals that, despite gruesome violence, more
equitable, inclusive and humane worldviews slowly triumphed and
became norms. Progress is never linear. Periods of retreat and
reaction (such as this one) are inevitable. The most important
movements for social justice (the abolition of slavery, women's
suffrage, civil rights, etc) have often taken hundreds of years to
win even partial victories. Still, outright, unapologetic racism,
once the norm in our culture, is now a taboo; blatant sexism as well.
Progress often continues to occur at the deep level of shared social
values (if painfully slowly at times), regardless of who is in power.
All empires fade away. Beauty and truth have much longer shelf lives.
Globally, authentic eco-awareness is spreading. It certainly won't be
sufficient to prevent some devastating environmental crises (massive
extinctions, climatic disruptions, etc) which are inevitable at this
point, but it may permit humanity to regroup sufficiently to protect
enough biodiversity and ecosystems to transition at some point to
more sustainable economies and avoid the worst apocalyptic scenarios.
Even that will require decades of painful struggle, but saving at
least some of a wondrous planetary biosphere and some of its dazzling
sentient beings, perhaps unique in the universe, seems worth whatever
struggle we can muster.
The main point is that we must not lose hope. It is in the domain of
deep culture, not political power, that lasting change really takes
root. Let us all, whatever our niches and areas of expertise,
continue to pollinate saner worldviews. We in the US may have to do
it more modestly and cleverly for a while, at local or regional
rather than national levels in some cases, perhaps, but we can find
ways to win some victories, lay foundations for future changes in the
political "weather" and spread our values in the deep strata of the
collective unconscious, like the mycelia below the forest floor that
grow hidden from obvious sight, and emerge when the conditions are
propitious. One of the best ways to do that is to live joyously and
generously (if you can), as that communicates better than anything
the real value of your worldview.
One advantage of a period such as this is that it should help us
clear away pipe dreams and expectations of sudden magical change.
Whatever work we do will have to be time-tested, realistic and
centered. Many of us will be pondering new directions and new ideas,
but for now, my advice, whether you work alone at a desk, in your
community garden or in an activist organization, or wherever, is to
keep on keeping on, despite the current darkness, and enjoy life to
the fullest....
in solidarity, jp
J.P. Harpignies
there is a strange amount of peace and comfort in my personal life, in contrast to the horror of the political world. from rich mackin's livejournal: "Remember in history class, when you couldn't imagine how the Germans could possibly watch Hitler rise to power without doing something about it?"
yesterday i got caught in an anti war march on valencia, on the way to bart to get oliver. i heard the drumming a couple of blocks away. the crowd wasn't angry, it seemed to be a sort of energetic comraderie, very few signs, only dancing in the street and frantic drumming. it was wonderfully comforting and gave me hope for the continued political energy of the left. that people would gather and dance even in the face of defeat.
people around me are talking about leaving the country. i guess oliver and i talked about it too, but it seems like giving up or running away. i'm looking for a new place to direct my energies. someplace that will help.
i will be 27 in a few weeks. nov 21. that is terrible. if i were a rockstar i would be gearing up for some kind of substance abuse related death. instead i'm just having the general expected malaise - wondering what i've done with my life, what i'll do with my life, and what any of the past has even meant. i feel very much without direction or influence. i miss omega, because it was one of the only times i felt that i belonged somewhere and contributed something. now as i look forward to living alone with oliver in sf, and getting a normal job again (something that i BEGGED to do), i wonder what the point is, besides the general comfort of being stable. i'm hoping that the next few years will be a time of education and incubation for the next phase of community.
i gave up on nanowrimo, i never even started. *shrug*
here is a photo. i have taken my beloved labret piercing out. it was hurting my gums. surprisingly, i like my face without it.

it was a gloomy day in sf. it didn't get me down the way it does in mid july. i walked all the way home from my therapist - lower pac heights to the mission. on the way i had numerous phone calls, stopped by braindrops, and sat still looking at the beautiful cypress trees in the panhandle of golden gate park. looking at them made me realize how perfectly a gloomy day complements a cypress tree.
after that there was some moping and cat petting. it was comforting.
we have to look at three apartments tomorrow!
i've been having a lot of other thoughts but i'm too tired now. something about feeling disconnected from the counter culture. realizing it's rare that i can 100% 'get behind' things which are meaningful to me, because i don't like pigeonholing myself. the constant questioning and fence straddling makes me feel left out a lot.
well, i'm very down. sf is gloomy, i'm running out of money, finding a job isn't going so well, and we don't have a place to live. we have to be out of the sublet we are staying in on dec 1. we have looked at a bunch of places and applied for a couple of them, but were dissed by both of them. i don't think it's necessarily because we suck, but just that we had bad timing. but i feel really tired from doing all these things that require me to prove my worth with paperwork. like apply for apartments and to school. and to jobs. the constant scrutiny hurts me and i don't feel like it really addresses my being, but instead addresses how well i have played the game of society thus far. which, as you could have guessed, is not very well. my grasp on the system is tenuous at best. any success i have had up till now is a result of charm, youth, and luck.
i would like to go to this awesome event, which came to me via email from the alex grey mailing list. i left in all the ascii problems because i think all the question marks make sense.
?
DaretoreMemberTerence
A gathering for Terence McKenna
On the occasion of his birthday
Wednesday November 17, 7 pm
$5
Chapel of Sacred Mirrors
540 West 27th StreetNYC, NY
The legacy of Terence McKenna will be discussed by Alex Grey and friends.?
Come share your favorite McKenna story or insight. A screening of Terence'sRAVE DVD, "Alien Dreamtime," with Spacetime Continuum, Stephen Kent
Digereedoo & Rose X's computer grafix will follow.? This is a
documentary/psychedelic freestyle interpretation of a party given inFebruary 1993 featuring a few raps by T. ? ?
i used to take riding lessons at the now defunct golden gate stables. once i saw a horse get upset. we'd tied her to something, in her halter and rope. she hated it. she pulled and reared. something had scared her and she wanted to run, but she couldn't because she was tied up. so she just pulled against the rope with all her mighty strength. it was the obvious horse scene you can imagine: rippling muscles, mane flying. she scared me too. before she could get loose someone came to calm her down and take her somewhere else.
you know, i'm totally ok with where i'm at right now.
i was sitting on the couch tonight, naked, with a green mud mask on my face. i got a call from a 415 number i didn't recognize, so i didn't answer. the voicemail was from leila, and she was inviting me to go see wilco at the paramount on an extra ticket. in a magical cinderella san francisco moment, i called back, accepted, and dressed quickly so i could be whisked away to oakland to the ball. we arrived late and ran up to our seats.
there is nothing i can really say about wilco except that they are a very moving band on many levels. i was inspired, and unable to feel negative things while watching them. so many things could have been expected, the most distressing of which would have been that i would feel sad about peter since wilco was a peter band and music makes memories and regrets so strong. but i couldn't feel sadness, only love and thankfulness and luck, about so many things, about my relationships, past and present and forever too.
it has been a lucky day in san francisco. for two days in a row i have had naps in the afternoon which seem to have helped a hormone-borne crankiness. today i woke up from the nap, alone in the quiet, and looked out the window towards city hall. i thought about this town, where i have been mostly for almost 10 years* and how it is my hometown now. i said, internally, to the city, i said: "city, i need you to help me out here." and then a lot of good things happened in a row.
* actually, i have been here just a month shy of eight years, but i decided last night or the night before that i can now say ALMOST TEN YEARS with authority.
the other day i was thinking, while i was waking up, that i should write my dreams down more carefully. then i thought, well, no one would ever see them, even though they are so beautiful. then i had a sort of larger vision, a fantasy of a person who is always archiving, but only for themselves, and the nature of their archives is intricate and enchanting. i considered the value of a life recorded, but not shared. the mythical archivist that i dreamt of, who would do this, who would keep the moments of their life in a worshipful way, they seemed to be a special kind of artist. once some one (gemini, friend who is far away in portland now) told me that he felt that art was just how a person lives. if you consider the type of attention that someone would pay to each moment, if they were working hard to keep these moments and do them justice by archiving (in writing, photos, strong memory, drawings, and more), you can imagine someone who is dedicated. it would make for a life which exists only to create a fantastical representation of the life itself - life as art. but would it be art if no one else ever saw the means of archival? i think it would.
today i deleted my .signature file.
also, a shitload of other things happened, but the only observation that i really want to tell you is that on the SFSU campus, the eucalyptus trees smell so good and damp.
oliver got me a tiara today. tomorrow is my birthday, so i'm going to wear a tiara all day long.
i am sitting on tuggy's couch in oakland. oliver and tugs went out to get more groceries. tonight, pre-thanksgiving cooking begins. hopefully i will make more cobbler than i have ever made in my life.
my birthday was really stressful until later in the evening when it got better. i love SF and my wonderful friends here. sometimes it's hard to have known so many people so well for so long - city of exes, city of growing up. but it's also my home and i'm learning to live here. i was plied with jagermeister in a red bar with beautiful music playing. oliver bought me champagne to drink. and generally made my birthday wonderful with gifts of love and affection and feats of daring. i love him very much. we have been very cozy lately in spite of all the stress. i can't believe we're moving during the holidays. retarded.
i sense the spacebar dying on my laptop keyboard. ach.
things are coming together. i have a really awesome new job that i'm really fucking psyched about. i feel we are very close to getting an apartment. sometimes on the street we run into nice people. sometimes i sleep late in the sun. sometimes we shower together. sometimes we lay in bed and list all the things we like. oliver talks to yoko like she can understand him. maybe she can. i took the prayer flags out of one window but i think they'll be up in another sometime soon.
we drove to the golden gate bridge. i had a pot of leftover soup at my feet in the passenger seat. when we left sara's house, it was drizzling lightly, and i wanted to smell eucalyptus trees. somewhere in the presidio i leaned out the window and said, "there is no place in the whole world that smells just like this."
later i looked at pictures of our old home in brooklyn. it could have been sad, and maybe it is sad, but i feel love for that place, and love for the place i am in now. i didn't feel longing. just earlier, on the street, walking back from our parking spot, i told oliver how the biggest accomplishment of the last few months is a lack of longing. a lack of wanting things to be different, lack of wishing for things to be how they were before. it's not the same as 'no regrets,' because i think i have those still. it's more like, accepting the nature of time.
he fell asleep earlier than me and i've been laying thinking, and looking at the internet. i love to think. so much. to just lay and dream and think.
a few moments ago i decided to track down the source of my sticky z key. no doubt some kind of piece of old food wedged under there. ended up popping a few of the keys off my keyboard and cleaning under them. everything: hair, eyelashes, fuzz from the red rug that we haven't even lived with for 6 months. dust and food. i thought about how when i carry my laptop around to cafes or across the country, i take all this minute detritus with me. it is strange to imagine that all of these laptop barnacles represent the places i've been, hairs i've lost, things i've eaten over the past few years. and i carry it all around?
i had some thoughts lately about leisure time. in general i have rejected obvious leisure activities, including: reading fiction. going to the movies. watching television. playing video games. i have felt basically that these activities mean i am wasting time. time i could be using to: study the nature of life. lay thinking. clean something. work on a project. do yoga. however, what i have realized is that leisure time (or "wasting time") is something that you do that causes you to accept the moment for what it is. you aren't working toward something, a final goal or way of being. it's not self-work. it's just time to do the thing you are doing. all time should be that way, but when you are 'working' there is some kind of perceived big picture or expectation. lately i have been wanting to investigate leisure activities. like watching movies or even playing games. i guess this would mean "relaxation" or maybe "lightening up."
items which are in my mind currently.
- a new tattoo idea
- the potential of my own room at our new place
- where all the furniture will go in the new place
- maybe getting a new bike for inter-mission transportation
- things i will buy when i get paid
- various concepts explored by the huston smith book i am reading
- something about sex
- missing brooklyn a little
- missing egg a lot
- wishing i could get waxed
- amazement at how generally happy and content i am with the direction of things
day four without coffee. first day at work. tomorrow we sign the lease on our new apartment. next week i spend six days in new york, saying farewell to my favorite places.
on this evening as i lay curled up near oliver, with my cat and my plants, i am happy