while playing lava tag in the fifth grade, I was balancing on the wood border of a rock enclosure part of a jungle gym. I was maneuvering away from “it” when I slipped and a jagged rock split my knee open! I remembering looking down and wondering if I was seeing my own guts or if some rocks had fallen in.
Feb 24, 2025
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The staple injury of being a kid and having fun. I never grew out of it, and life is still exhilarating.
Oct 13, 2024
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most of my embarrassment comes from falling down. i still remember when i was 12, i was going to meet my friend after school (i was homeschooled) and i was walking and bouncing a little rubber ball. there were a ton of kids around, but i saw my friend and started walking faster towards her before i bounced my ball, stepped on it, slipped and fell flat on my back in front of a massive group of kids.
another classic was this winter when i slipped on some ice in front of a group of three girls and i landed on my back and then laughed and said ‘just leave me here’. none of them laughed, and they just looked at me with weird expressions and kept walking.
May 14, 2025
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Today my foot slipped and slid on a rainslick drain grate in the sidewalk. I felt my balance start to fail and the way gravity shifted to pull me down—only for my other foot to step in place and ground me once again. There was the brief lurching and sense of impending doom the way one gets on a roller-coaster for a split-second before all was right again. The beating of my heart sat in my ears before climbing back down. A moment of pure panic completely resolved by habit. l replay it in my mind as a baby stumbling; learning to walk. I imagine how excited I must have been. What is a little victory for me now was so big to her then.
Apr 23, 2025
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extend the life of your clothes by covering holes or stains with embroidery floss and yarn while giving them new cool zombie flair! you don’t even have to be neat, the more imperfect the weave the more organic the result. the best mended garments are almost fungal, covered in sick multi-colored lichen.
Feb 8, 2025
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it’s not bed rotting to rest when you’re tired, run-down, or sick.
I can feel where capitalist dogma has seeped into me every time I feel doubt or shame for how much time I’ve spent in bed or doing very little, or the fear that I’ll never be motivated to do anything again. it’s not true! inevitably after only 3 days of solid rest I naturally crave activity, projects, organization, work, and not as penance.
rec for rest: screen time of any kind is not the rest I’m talking about… we’re talking rest as a monotask.
Feb 9, 2025
my fridge? a gallery.
tripping in the street? physical comedy workshop.
eating chips and salsa and guac? that tortilla is a brush, my guy, and your mouth is the easel.
May 15, 2025