In so far as you may be a resident, a citizen, and a constituent of a city, county, or state within the country of The United States, you really need to understand a very, very simple thing:
Coins: Autistic Life Energy Exchange Units
I hear some people like ‘spoon theory’, but since ‘there is no spoon’, I can’t be down with that. All the more spoons to those who believe in them. I align instead to the notion of ‘coins’ because it seems to allow more pointed conversations around parity and equity in both personal and professional contexts. It seems the ND curse to forever be superogatory surrogates of the NT expectation. I understand why; when you genuinely think your neurotype is ‘the only one’ or ‘the better one’ or ‘the more [X]’ one, of course those who are different are other, lesser, […]
This is not a clever headline (because it’s about something that matters to me): Education in America
We are not doing well, America. We’re too busy arguing about whatever dichotomy’s deacons/esses of media and spin are shoveling. This is not good. Because I genuinely hold this as a valid assertion, I must also outline my thinking so I can determine which actions will best support what I think in the world. After all, that’s my part of this social contract and I’m all about doing my part…. The reason education is so incredibly important for ALL of us is that it is so critically important to ALL of us; as a community, a culture, a conviction, and […]
Occam speaks, Portuguese
There is a word in Portuguese for which it is said there is no true, full translation: Saudade. Occam and his remarkable razor, we know: “Among competing hypotheses, the one with the fewest assumptions should be selected.”
street corner maitri
I love you, you stranger on a street corner you of frazzled face and polished shoes with your vente latte and your impatience the world on a string, incessant tugging halos and horns and wing-tip shoes seersucker smoothness and a wall street journal keeping up appearances because you never knew the joneses but the jones for being what appearance implies is such delicious and elusive prey I loved you before I knew you all six years old and careful observer not sure why tailored suits and shiny shoes “meant something” but it must be important because it kept daddy too […]
Yashodhara
The illusion of self Set forth as other Using dichotomy against itself Via dakini’s warm breath The Buddha, curious, going beyond Three times gone, westward, some say Away from having and not Away from holding and not Away from giving and not A triple jewel, refracting Interlacing, the universe, Quantum nothingness; In which everything is, In which everything is not, In which the middle between, The paradoxical phase; Move/Rest 1/0 True/False Imponderable infinity Rendered a slash She inhales war She exhales peace Replication complete: Commutativity
Midweek haiku chain blah blah blah
The weight of Fall breeze, Soft drift, the ash of old fires, Sent to the four winds Like my tale of life The shape of all things to come Crafted by what was But for those times when, As Atlas, my shoulders shrug… Weight of world, falling Drifting like the ash To rest quietly on ground Inertial gasp Spin of time, passing, Cycles turn replication Occasionally But me? I just feel tired.
Toxic Stress & Aging
The more I research and read from credible outlets, medical journals, etc (what is available publicly that is, the tip of an iceberg, doubtless), the more I recognize myself and realize this is an issue I’ve struggled with my entire life.