Mundane Cyborg

1. My memory of the 1980s regarding mix tapes and taping in general are mixed. Yes I just wrote that. 2. I had a cool rig in 1985 that t...

It is time to begin blogging again, and catching up on the things that matter to me AND that seem to commingle: cyborgs of course, but also ...

I went to the play last night, then talked late into the night about it: about lobotomy and shock therapy, about the play's connection o...

I woke up today with a telephone number Sharpied on my arm: 916-498-8452. The sun was exactly where it usually is in my bedroom in March, ...

Some days are like words spoken lightly; ephemeral, they float off. Perhaps they are stored in the memory's body fat, accumulating until...