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Against junk; and a small panic
I’m bothered by the amount of junk in my life – by which I don’t mean anything that Bukowski or Burroughs would talk about – but more like what’s meant by junk mail, junk television… junk yard dogs. Well not exactly that last one, but you know what I’m saying. Over the years my reading…
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That weird humming
Every year my neighbors change – this is an area with lots of students, some of whom are a bit unpredictable. I’ve never had a real disaster (as V– seems to have this year, with loud music from upstairs), but some of the changes are a bit, well, peculiar. For instance: I keep being awake…
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Olympian
Having finally done some work today, I watched CSI – and it’s my favorite episode, ‘4×4’, an intricate puzzle of four overlapping segments that intersect in unexpected ways. Although the episode initially seems to run along the normal patterns for the show, the overlaps start amplifying the watcher’s awareness of the people involved, without them…
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Workshopping
Today I co-presented a workshop on writing about AIDS for the local gay and lesbian writer’s festival. During the months of arranging for this workshop, I’d worried that the overlap between the HIV and writing communities here was small or nonexistent – which is probably true; but we managed to guilt some of our friends…
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AIDS in the World
[Speech for the first World AIDS Day vigil in Newcastle, UK, December 1, 2004.] Tonight I’m thinking about some of the places I’ve lived and visited, and some the people I’ve seen and known, over the last twenty years. Many of those people have been touched by, or concerned about, AIDS, and a lot of…
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Politics of border crossing
I tend not to believe much in politics; only in the past few years did I begin to think about my own past, and why that might be – after all I was sixteen when Nixon made Watergate; a few years later I moved to San Francisco, to a thriving arts community, just in time…
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