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I was driving a mini-van going in to Manhattan. The sliding door of the minivan would not close. While there was traffic congestion, I left the wheel to try to close it, but could not. There were wires running from some gadgets to an antenna suction stuck to the roof of the van. I cannot remember why it was there and I could not get if off while in the thick of traffic and there was no where to pull off before I entered one of the tunnels. Right at the entrance of the tunnel there were medics with stretchers. No ambulances blocking the way but and lots of stretchers lined up along the tunnel wall... lots like more than 4. And I saw young children laying on most them. They all had something obviously wrong with their faces. Most were in bloody bandages, but some were not. Like there were not enough supplies to go around. My conclusion from the ghastly sight was that the faces had been chemically burned off. I could see bone, teeth,  empty eye sockets. And I could only just drive b...

To all the gaming/ comic book/ sci-fi/ fantasy/ cartoon/ graphic novel/ anime/ BRONY(!)/ conventions with corporate sponsors, 'famous people' appearances, press agencies, advertising campaigns and spending budgets well over the few pesos that these young people have- I say-   SUCK IT. The success of this little convention was that it happened at all: not the tally of thousands that passed through or how much money it made back. this event was like a fair at school, but the kids, for kids they were, had taken over an almost abandoned mall to, because they are brought up as humble Mexicans, respectfully run amok. There were attempts at costumes, but you could see that these kids were lucky to have a pink wig to don or a deck of cards to play and trade with.  They served bento lunches in a Tijuana sort of way and the music was alright, as I recall. (Except deafening. Thank the gods for ear plugs! Borrowed as they were. Ick.) 

Light the Night. Saturday. Cage Parade. Friday.

I am so very fortunate to have been able to travel to NYC twice in one summer! This is madhattery with the income I have. But that is the way I have been doing everything since stumbling out into this modern world. Scared senseless about all the tiny details and blundering onward. More travel was intended this year but nothing more is on the horizon now. The slate wiped clean again. I am back in Baja regrouping, getting over a cold (thanks Dan ), buried in virtual piles office work, and trying to find new daydreams to follow through with. Move or Die echos in my under-hearing. And oh yes, you should have seen me go from zero (chills, body aches, feverish mental state) to frelling pissed off like a rutting stag at an all male review ready to gore anything that moves funny. I probably just generated a cancer in the process... but there it went.. this rage.. ripping me right out of the duuuh. And why? Well I don't know why it was so intense but I was supposed to be convalescing...

Hormonal imbalances. Ant invasions. Spiders. Stuffy home office. Floral scented bug bomb spray. Fans blowing dust. Bookkeeping work. Theory of Everything lectures. New music. Chocolate and nuts. Barking dogs. Mopping the floors. Making brunch. Archetypes. Washing dishes. Website updates. Travel planning. Moldy bread loaves. Rotten avocados. New season preparation. Termites. Vitamins and supplements.  Slow internet. Free weights. Misty beach.  No rain. Hanging laundry out to dry.  Dueling circi. Fuzzy eyesight. Customer service. Nightly walks. Toenail fungus. Small drawings. Artistic blocks. Neuromuscular disturbances. Not enough money. Traffic. Horsemen. Mexican cable. Tap-water smells like shit. A whole string of in-jokes. Love.   

NEVER ever go to DysNey Land (or the separate you-have-to pay-even-more-to-get-in-but-it-is-right-next-door California Adventure Park. Just don't. Don't do it 'because you have kids.' that is a crap excuse. Kids wouldn't care.. if only you parents wouldn't make a big deal about it... Tell your kids they can envision a better place in their imagination and then build it in the future. This place in Anaheim is Am'r'c'n HELL. And if our bright youths can develop an actual happiest place on earth not based on the current model of Capitalism then I hope this place is burned to the ground. Even if they don't, I hope this place be destroyed. One team of 'imagineers' should not be given the power to dictate the dreams and happiness of other people (in the name of one man)- to which all the people agree and don't even know why or how they could ever agree to it.  Catholics tried this. Nazis did this. Muslims are doing this. Remember? M...