Holocene

The Holocene is a geological epoch which began at the end of the Pleistocene^[1] (around 12,000 ¹⁴C years ago) and continues to the present. The Holocene is part of the Quaternary period. Its name comes from the Greek words ὅλος (holos, whole or entire) and καινός (kainos, new), meaning "entirely recent". It has been identified with the current warm period, known as MIS 1 and based on that past evidence, can be considered aninterglacial in the current ice age.

The Holocene also encompasses within it the growth and impacts of the human species world-wide, including all its written history and overall significant transition toward urban living in the present. Given these, a new term Anthropocene, is specifically proposed and used informally for the latest part of this epoch since approximately synchronous lithospheric evidence, or more recently atmospheric evidence, of human impacts have been found on the Earth and its ecosystems; these impacts may be considered of global significance for future evolution of living species.

"Someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me"
You're laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it friend, it's on it's head, it struck the street
You're in Milwaukee, off your feet

And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Strayed above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
And I could see for miles, miles, miles

3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
Was where we learned to celebrate
Automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
That night you played me 'Lip Parade'
Not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
Saying nothing, that's enough for me

And at once I knew I was not magnificent
Hulled far from the highway aisle (Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
And I could see for miles, miles, miles

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
Above my brother, I and tangled spines
We smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
Now to know it in my memory

And at once I knew I was not magnificent
High above the highway aisle (Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
But I could see for miles, miles, miles

Facebook

Is the modern version of wrist cutting. It's toxic. And I'm a total addict. It's a myriad of places to reveal to yourself painful bits of information that not only make you feel like crap but force you to revise history because you're getting a view you normally didn't need to see. Even worse its a tool of self perpetuation that makes people act like they are the stars in their one human show. Life can't possibly be lived unless it is legitimized and recorded on this creepy platform. I think I'm going to have to log off for a really long time. It's time to create my own inner Facebook where I'm my only audience. I'm feeling overwhelmed by others lives and mostly my own heartbreak. Yeah- ya coulda guessed that one huh?

Not just one...

"But one," said the dimpled waiter at the overpriced health food restaurant I stepped into from the cold for lunch. I hadn't expected anyone to make rationalizations for me so early on in the day. After all, I presumed solo lunches were standard fair in New York City - as I was writing and attending to various other chores. If I hadn't wanted to eat alone in public, I would have ordered to go and slipped away into the solo misfit life that I just play on TV.  No,  instead I endured my scarlet S while chomping on mild miso soup with OCD cut vegetables and texturized wheat protein. The day's moments had fit too well into some construct that I, unassuming, fell into. I worked all morning for Loretta. Loretta is a steel hearted viper of a producer so impervious to others' opinions that she just spellchecked this sentence. Loretta gave up on love in the 80' and consequently or fortunately, depending on your own past, fell madly in sync with her partner Cybele. A first for Loretta both in gender and in demeanor. No more fights, no more consternation over whether to procreate, no more glass ceiling envy. Instead, quiet nights watching movies, cooking and looting over west elm catalogues where the only disagreement was over olive vs aubergine. Ahhh sweet banal bliss. Both ladies had accomplished without doubt more than anyone I knew. But admittedly and openly their vanilla romance left me chilly.  But this entry is to be continued

This is really inspiring to me.

Tig Notarro found out she had cancer and went on stage to give the most raw and honest performance of her life. This podcast is especially personal to me because recently I have begun to question the very trait that has defined me most of my life; I've often been described as raw and honest. The double edge sword of this trait is that it is something people are hungry for but never satisfied with after it's received.   This podcast is also near and dear to my heart because as I struggle with blood tests, MRIs, cancer scares, lesions, pain and chronic discomfort I wonder just what right I have to write about it. And how can this horror turn into something artistically and culturally relevant.  This disease has marginalized me in such a way that I have gone down dark paths. How macabre of me to try and find the humour in this- or perhaps simply just the humanity. I think Tig is really brave for what she did - and inspiring for me. Thank you Tig!

Listen here to Tig and enjoy! =)

This is exactly the kind of content I want to make right now!