Letters To My Future Selves

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Tuesday, November 14, 2006

So Many Threads

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I'm thinking tonight of my old pal Scotty. I don't really know why. Perhaps I'm trying to psych myself into seriously beginning...
Sunday, September 17, 2006

You CAN Go Home again.

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Well folks, in an effort to adjust a REALLY unpleasant Solar Return chart this year, I have moved back to Northern California and, at presen...
Thursday, July 27, 2006

Lo, There Is An Accounting For Taste

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Zack scratched his head thoughtfully and placed the last of the disks, and the reader, on the floor next to the foodslot. It had been an ey...
Sunday, May 28, 2006

“We In Goshen Yet?”

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Zack opened his eyes, and then immediately wished that he hadn’t. After gettin’ up enough courage to open them again, he was convinced that...
Saturday, April 22, 2006

Another Man’s Poi, Son

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The letters of the large sign, laser-graven-and-lit, within an almost transparent piece of aerogel plassteel, winked and fizzled above the l...
Sunday, March 19, 2006

The Legacy

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The four attercops conferred on the top of the headboard, forelegs furiously tapping an arythmic staccato on each other’s carapace, in turn,...
Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Range On The Home: Chapter 1

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A relatively uneventful month of amblin’ found Zack well into Colorado Territory, in the late afternoon, facing a sight he’d never seen. He...
Sunday, January 15, 2006

Groundrules, Tools and Mystery Schools

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[Floccinaucinihilipilifelicitations, my dears. Well, my erudite epistophiliacs, hopefully I can at least offer more than the bombastically ...
Monday, December 26, 2005

Just My Luck (parenpatethetically speaking)

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Dude, Just a letter at Christmas to catch you up on what has happened to me over the past year, with regard to our former home in hippiescho...
Wednesday, December 21, 2005

A Wiccan Christmas Card

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The Season Of Supposed Good Cheer Well folks, once again, it is that time of year. So let me tell you all a story, steeped, ages deep, in va...
Monday, December 19, 2005

A Pagan Christmas Card

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Midwinter's Eve Again This season, hight “Christmas”, has rolled round once more And we’d like to remind you, as you’re shopping in ...
Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Sequipedalien Paronomasia, cont.

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. . . Things just got stranger and stranger though. I ran into my 43rd wife there, sporting new mams (she, not me), and a new beau (some...
Sunday, November 13, 2005

GreyWolf (for Anna)

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GreyWolf Under skies leaden GreyWolf goes hunting, his future tracking through days of haze . . . . . . and if it were caught and slai...
Saturday, November 05, 2005

Bodhisattva

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The Buddha's first words, upon his emergence from his mother's womb supposedly were: "I have come to free all mankind from suf...
Sunday, October 23, 2005

1 Morsatyrdanite

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(4/1/'96) Smallroom airpressure nosebleed soundwall tautaureally atmoshfearachewrecktonic. Cigabarettesmokearabasques shaped by...
Tuesday, October 04, 2005

My Sutra: Separation Anxiety

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When a Soul has exhausted all of the relatively mundane and obvious goads to "growth through cruelty" (such as physical torture of...
Sunday, September 25, 2005

And Now For Something Completely Depressing

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(Hello my friends. save this one for when you're 'up', and into trying to understand the experience OF despair - it's one of...
Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Lizards Lay In Wait For The Wagons

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I certainly don't seem to live in the same world most people do, and considering my personal history it's no wonder. Most people do...
Sunday, August 14, 2005

Atramentaceous, cont.

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Let’s say: at the nexus in convergence lines of future probability (only through erudite analysis empirical becomes evident efficacy) fracta...
Sunday, August 07, 2005

Vainglory And History

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A brief look at the treatment of genocide in the American history of the Spanish conquest of California. “History is the propaganda of the ...
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