My body as Agency

Ten years ago my body decided to kill itself. I collapsed in Time Square's subway station, and was transported to Bellevue with a heart rate approaching 200 BPM. The 9 years' of immense disappointment since 2001 had culminated with an inevitable conclusion. I was now 60, and my body was giving out. My career had … Continue reading My body as Agency

DIY hell

Yesterday was so cold in South Florida, frozen iguanas were falling off the trees and geezers wore ridiculous parkas while walking their yappy micro dogs. In the US Senate, Republican know-nothing grifters continued to piss on the constitution for sport and profit. And on the Democratic campaign trail, the three leading contendors for President, these … Continue reading DIY hell