1.29.2026

Of all the protests in all the world I had to walk into the middle of a diverted Pro-life march on the Embarcadero. Thought I saw my fellow democracy enthusiasts out there but oh no it had to be this. Mariachi band, yellow balloons, all at the feet of the Fifty Foot Woman. Assembling a ladder to climb up her leg and stick some babies in there.

I've had this desire, usually when I'm out walking, especially when it's dark, to dissolve my ego and become something like code or pure prose. Living this close to Haight Ashbury has its consequences.

One thing I do know is I'm getting a lot of satisfaction out of turning my personal narratives into third person stories and I've been going back and mining the blog for the last year for material. Dozens of short flash narratives popping out of otherwise mundane observations.

So, once again, thank you all for reading and keeping me honest here.

Stay safe and smart.