A Witch, a Leica, and the Real Serendipity: My 1959 Meeting with Shep Sherbell

It was the summer of 1959, and I’d just climbed aboard a crosstown bus on 125th Street in Manhattan — nothing unusual about that, except for the woman who sat down beside me. She introduced herself within seconds and, without a trace of hesitation, told me she was a witch. Not a “phony witch,” as she put it — a real Wiccan. She said it like she was talking about the weather, and I suppose that was the moment the universe decided to rearrange itself for me. Continue reading →

What did the Idiot in Charge do now???

That’s the main issue, isn’t it? And don’t you wonder? Continue reading →

The Numbness of the Age

You’d think that seeing part of the White House torn open — walls ripped away, floors exposed to the cold air — would wake people up.
But it hasn’t.
The nation just scrolls past the wreckage, eyes glazed, fingers flicking from one catastrophe to the next. Continue reading →

They’re demolishing the white house now, ’cause Emperor Donald wants it done. my thought is that he needs no permission to destroy, but he might not get a permit and a budget to rebuild, and if he does get a building permit, he might be driven crazy by the noise of heavy construction and carpenters everywhere.

Under those conditions, it’s just gonna be too noisy to live there, so why not move the Capital down to Mar-a-Lago? Continue reading →

There is No Cure For Stupid

Every civilization eventually discovers the same hard truth — there’s just no cure for stupid. Not because people are dumb, but because stupidity is voluntary. It’s the active choice not to look, not to learn, not to evolve. Continue reading →

Evidence That You Are Asleep

Let’s get something straight: when I say “asleep,” I don’t mean snoring on a couch. I’m talking about being asleep in the Work sense — moving through life on autopilot, reacting, repeating, never quite here.

Most people spend their whole lives in that state and never notice. They call it “being busy,” “being normal,” or “just getting through the day.” The real shock isn’t that we fall asleep — it’s that we think we’re awake while dreaming. Continue reading →

Haven’t managed to stay connected online for more than a few minutes at a time, so not much content in my blog tonight, unless things get markedly better. So far, it’s a grim task to just get back online every two and a half minutes.

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Inside/Outside

A journey from within the illusion of purpose to the freedom beyond it—where consciousness stops chasing victory and begins to play knowingly inside its own dream.

Inside the Game Loop

The weight of the world presses in from all sides. The light of morning slants through the window, and with it comes the day’s obligations — the small wars of survival that seem to decide everything. You reach for meaning the way a drowning person reaches for air. There are bills, promises, health, love, fear — and they all insist they’re real. Continue reading →

Inflatable Resistance:

When Protest Learns to Laugh

In a time when every protest is instantly labeled “hate America” or “foreign-funded terrorism,” the inflatable resistance offers a stroke of pure genius. In Portland and other creative corners of the country, people are showing up not with Molotovs, but with giant balloon ducks, inflatable liberty bells, and ten-foot smiley faces. It’s civil disobedience through helium gas. Continue reading →

🎙️ Broadcast from the Foothills — KGOD Radio Live!

It’s another long night in the foothills, and once again I’ve been deep in the vaults, sorting, tagging, and cueing up the tracks for this morning’s Zoom broadcast of KGOD Radio — the station that makes it. Continue reading →