One night this past summer I was biking home to Dorje Ling from an evening event at Hollyhock. The night was pitch black , warm and clear with no moon as I pumped and swooped, up and down, eyes wide in the darkness, skin tingling, blood rushing thump thump and all the subtle night smells …
Author: carmen
That time of the year
What time of the year? Oh right, that time. No, I’m not. Doing anything. Giving anything. Getting anything. I’m not resistant, its not political – I just don’t. OK. Here we go again, try to get your head around it: by blood and by culture, I am Jewish. I don’t, and I never have. A …
The end of the arts
I’ve been holding the hands of my friends as they try to absorb the funding cuts to the arts, and the steady decline of sales of concert tickets and cd’s. I see the grief in their eyes – who will get laid off, what will be cancelled? – and I don’t usually have the courage …
Back on terra urbana
Touched down last night in the People’s Republic of East Van, after six months on Cortes Island. And everything is exactly the same, except for me. I wake up on my old futon at 6am, to sounds of muted orgasm, distant alarm clock chimes, and the rasping chorus of westbound crows. My apartment is clean …
Why I don’t do facebook
Some people can drink wine with every meal. Other people are alcoholics. Me, I can’t do facebook. There are FB-haters out there with many sound reasons to criticize the giant social media octopus – the best one, to me, being that it is a closed-source corporate entity whose sole reason for existing is to collect …