Obscure American beginnings & me

I’m an immigrant kid who grew up with hand me down clothes, that didn’t match. Some things don’t change. The first shoes I ever cared about were some forest green chucks i got in the 6th grade, that I wore with everything. Mainly because I had limited choices. Mainly because I had one. Ma found…

Being a Polar Bear

Last time (one of the last times) I mentioned my cave-going tendencies. I must also mention here that I have found active within my perceptive range an interesting ability to be both an emotional human being (water sign) and an astral one, looking down from the ether, comprehending the mathematics of a situation.  Basically, I can…

13 Ways to Love Better

I finally just finished 13 Reasons Why (which I had no business doing with my crazy day tomorrow…this is why I stopped watching Scandal. grgg). But it has me thinking so many things. Mainly why I do what I do. Being the weird, poor kid that thinks different, looks different, and dealt with a lot of emotion…

A middle finger to this.

This beautiful young lady from Marseille, France comes to visit on Air BnB. We get to talking about where she’s from, she describes multi-color homes and pretty buildings, and I look up her city. Wow, this is beautiful. I show her the pictures. She tells me yes, but it’s not all like that. Then google searches…

the life of a recluse who likes to play

My theory is I was Lassie in a last life, in the form of an Old English sheepdog, or someone’s very awesome Black retriever or a very quirky Pitt or just a likable street dog. Some form of canine. Spirit realm-wise, I’d make a real good angel, not to toot the horns; I’d be Team My Human all day, every day, one blanket.

confessions of an inadvertent troll

I have a problem, right. I can’t hold my tongue when I see people hurting others. I’m like Kick-ass before the super powers. I was going to say “when I see ignorance”, but ignorance is in the eye of the beholder. And then I would have to define ignorance for myself. So I figure, just cut…

false prophets

I remember I once had a dream of a friend stroking their friend’s head, saying they love them on one hand, and striking and killing them with the other. It reminds me of witch hunts on the traumatized, or just period. The hunters claim justice on one hand while furthering the trauma on the other. I…

falling in love

I have different aspects of myself, different people I can be. It seems I fall in love when someone brings out the most fun one, the most free. Guess that’s what it takes to fall in love with yourself and your life: be your most free.

Who really is Wolverine?

Logan Spoilers. My brother and I grew up with the X-men cartoon and comics.  Saturday morning if we missed X-Men, our week was a dried up raisin of a dream deferred.  It was serious business. And no episode was complete without Wolverine, any X-men fan knew that. Wolverine’s always been my dude, hands down. What…

Cells: the real heroes.

So I’m working on my lesson on cells and cellular health right. And it hits me: cells are the unsung hero. Like while we’re living our daily drama and thinking and feeling stuff – cells are hardcore working day in, day out, round the clock, to keep us alive, yo. When you look at it like that, it’s pretty insane that I used to think that was the most boring part of science.

Are atoms conscious?

If you can only explain how atoms work by giving them consciousness, what if they already have it?