December 31, 2017
Hi. My role models are epiphytes. You know, those plants that grow without soil. They just absorb sunlight, moisture from the air and they don’t really bother anybody. They give us oxygen. And they hurt no one.
The rest of us do harm just by existing. We kill & eat each other. I try to minimize the harm I do and I try try to do some nice things. I rescue flies. I just pet a cat. The cat was happy. But I use resources. I add to the the environmental havoc. I give into addictive behaviors that don’t contribute anything positive.
We are all part of the sentient universe, trying to understand itself. But epiphytes are satisfied just existing; they don’t need to think about their place in the world. They just live. They live Gandhi’s creed of Ahisma, non-harming. I would like to be part of an ecosystem in which all the lifeforms were epiphytes. We all absorbed what we needed to live from the air and light. We could also dance and sing and write poetry. We would write by scratching on rocks, not by turning the bodies of other beings into paper. That’s my planet.
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March 14, 2017
He’d been getting underground CRISPR treatments for years. Maybe his new friends didn’t suspect, but I knew Elray back in the 90s, when I was in high school and he was pushing 40. He should have been in his late 70s, but with a full head of jet black hair and athletic build, he looked younger than when I hung out with him. Plus he had to be eight inches taller. He was all brilliant white smiles as he walked up to me in his signature black tuxedo, through the crowd of retro-punks and retro-mods.
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February 6, 2014
Oh look – I sing you a little song about life:
Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? For more sound and moving pictures, click the flower:
February 1, 2014
Well, here I am again, this time in video form. But, as you will see, what I mean by “I” I’m not sure….
Tragically, this isn’t the first time my videos have muscled their way into my blog. Click the flower for another video intrusion:
June 7, 2013
When we are friends with someone, we don’t say, “This person is a friend to me.” We say, ‘This is my friend.” My friend, my wife, my husband, my child, my cat. My, my, my. Ownership is big in our culture. Someone who lives on the Earth for a few dozen years can take a piece of land that’s been in existence for billions of years, plant a flag and say, “I own this land.” And if the owner lives here in the U.S., he or she can then shoot someone who wonders on to that land – land that previously was just part of the planet and will sit there for billions of years after its new owner has turned to dust and recycled back into the land.
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September 4, 2012
A new video on Daisybrain’s Youtube channel
Here I am, on a roller coaster both metaphorical and actual, talking about life & how we perceive things differently depending on our age, our political orientation & whether we are human, dog or cat…
Some blogs are about poetry. Here’s a poem about blogging.