Peaches Too


10:39 para auriculares y cacao



So this is where the dice have landed this turn
At least this rigged game is now amusing     or at least better understood

Back in the ring for one last bout in a cash-out PPV extravaganza
the script is read and the scenes are rehearsed

Social batteries recharged on chaos uncertainty and pandemic
Bad habits atrophied and autopilots disengaged     there is clarity anew

Because once they taste blood–sharks and vampires and artists
all they want is more and more until there is none

While we will never literally live forever we can
Leave the breadcrumbs that suggest there was once a life    worth living



Still Here


Desperate times deserve appropriate responses
Since we lucked out this time around
And we already know the next go will be twice as wrong

Survival as a concept has been absolutely perverted
Authenticity has been curated into a fine dehydrated powder
To keep a straight face is a Sisyphean chore

I am still the same
I am completely changed
I am still here

Promises of post-era behavior remain ignored
Even though we barely skated out alive
Existence is a Hadron collider of fact v fiction

Everyone now a degenerate gambler
Waiting for the next small-pot payout
Perseverance and resilience sell products and services



 July 18, 2021




I've been here coming up on twenty years

I'm now ready to move on




One Year On

Last night I dreamed of drinking wine with Marnie.

One year ago today I was in Los Angeles to do some work for an organization that funded most of my travel expenses. I was flying in the first class upgrade tier, staying at nice hotels, and driving fun rentals. It was my eighth or ninth trip to LA in a year (thus first class upgrade tier) and I was thoroughly enjoying my life.

Part of the joy of travel was visiting places where I had friends. And as an LA homer, I had a couple of friends in California. Serendipitously, Christine and Rich had flown from he bay area to San Diego to, in part, hang out with Marnie and Mark. These are top four friends and I was just a two-hour drive away. But I was busy and they were busy. And there were plenty of times in my lazy, selfish life where I would have just passed on a visit shorter than the drive because I would have just found something else to distract me and I would have obviously seen them all in the near future anyway. But after a little backing and forthing, we settled on a very short window of opportunity.

I would drive down after working, have dinner with them, a drink, spend the night at, drive back to LA in the morning. And that is exactly what I did, in afternoon traffic. I arrived pretty late for dinner but they hung out and had food waiting for me (stuff friends do). After authentic Mexican dinner we all went to a piano bar for cocktails and convo. I don’t think we even broached coronavirus during this very short visit. Rich and I went for one of our famous middlespace walks and we just went to bed. I woke early, kissed them goodbye and drove back. That's it.


And I will forever be grateful I did. It’s been a full year since I've been back or seen these folks.

Before that trip to LA, there was some talk about a coming virus. But we’d all heard it before; a foreign virus was going to not only disrupt our lives, but was going to slaughter hundreds of thousands in the US. None of us were buying the hype. I do remember joking with a colleague that we’d have to work in hazmat suits in LA.

There were hints of things to come. The two people in Whole Foods with masks but that’s not unusual in Los Angeles. There was the one local staffer at the place I was working with a mask. We crowed around the bar and ignored news of the coming virus. And there was the one woman two rows in front of me scrubbing the hell out of her seat with disinfectant wipes but I just sorted her into my cognitive crazy bin.

I could go on and on. March 2, 2020 was the last time I flew anywhere. I really miss travel. But most of all I miss my friends. I don’t have a lot of ‘em.

One year ago: