Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Leporidae Lunch

The sun was just rising, casting streaks of light and shadows into Tecolote Canyon. Daisy, the skinny Irish Wolfhound German Shepherd mix lankily bound westward, down the fence line. The barn owl that Daisy was bounding after flapped easily up at the very last moment, screeching in frustration. On the ground lay a small rabbit, eyes still aware but too weak from blood loss to move. It's gaze roamed slowly in its socket; to me, to the sky, off to the distance, back to me. It had one hole in its jugular that had been drained dry by the owl. The dogs were called back inside. A decision was made to prepare and cook the cute but unlucky Leporidae. As it still had some life left the neck was cut clean. I paused for a moment, fully aware of what I was taking as the last few drops dripped to the dirt and the eyes darkened. After the final couple kicks of nerve reflex it was skinned, gutted, and cleaned. It was then cooked and eaten. I paused again and gave thanks to the owl from which the meal was taken. And, again, a final thankful thought was given to the rabbit.

Saturday, September 22, 2018

I sit on the beach with Bruno, writing in my journal.

A woman walks up with her dogs.
She says, “Is he a Ridgeback?”
I look up at her and to her three well groomed Ridgebacks.
I say, “No, Bull Mastiff”
“Oh, he looks just like a Ridgeback”.
“Well, that’s because Ridgebacks get their coloring from the Bull Mastiff”
“No, they are bred from English Mastiff”.
I just look at her with an expression that must have shown my thoughts quite clearly. I say, referring to Bruno, “That would explain why he looks just like them then”.
She pauses and then declares, “I’ve had Ridgebacks for 25 years.”
I hold her stare, “I’ve had Bruno for 10”.
She gets visibly agitated and points to one of her dogs proclaiming, “This one was going to be a show dog but was too small”.
I just stare at her.
She calls her dogs and walks away.
I return to my journal.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Nextfest Notebook Randomness

What if seagulls aren't making bird calls, they are just clearing their throats?

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

It's what you think.

Artificial Intelligence, Consciousness, and Reality
lucy brought thoughts

The Movie. Lucy. The reviews have missed the mark. The movie did a fair job visually of conveying the fleeting feeling of eternity and timeless unity when the mind is expanded… but missed it emotionally because of the formulaic action and plot sequencing. It could have been so much more as an independent indie film. I don’t care about that though, what I’d like to focus on is intelligence, consciousness, and ultimately, reality.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Relationship Anarchist.

Been around the world, lived a dozen lives as half a dozen people. Found love, lost love, want love, lust for lust and no need for need.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Student Loan Justice

I knew what I was doing when I signed that promissory note for my student loan. I am not avoiding nor disavowing any responsibility for that action.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Hello NSA

Pondered questions regarding governmental spying (and other things).

What if the government accidentally came across you or someone you know, not a terrorist, who is breaking the law?
Is the agent/agency obligated to report it?
Does the agent/agency choose which crimes can be reported and which can be overlooked? (We obviously can’t prosecute every crime that comes to the attention of our government;

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Occupy; San Diego

I was going to post THIS around the Civic Center for everyone to see, and leave my tent for others to use until such time as I completely distanced myself from the movement, or conversely, choose to join it again. I didn't get around to posting it, instead I ended up at the Civic Center on the eighth night, hoping to be inspired enough to continue on.

Saturday, December 25, 2010