Monday, November 23, 2009
Sharing a narrative about how I will fool my parents this Christmas
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sharing a lack of mystery, also, I hope I don't die.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sharing some thoughts on the eve of the first annual party I've held for two years
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Sharing an apology...
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sharing an open letter to my favorite bar tenders, servers, convenience store clerks and friends:
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sharing movies, ideas, and an apartment.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Sharing life, over-sharing about death
Pictured above is me with the woman who repeatedly expressed in a round-about way that her mother-in-law, my grandmother, would be better off dead.
But this is only the beginning of my journey, which started on Saturday.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sharing dirt with a city
Denver will save me, unlike any other city. There is no room for regret. Love, taste, divinity, these are my modus, I have yet to find my operandi.
Sharing the street in Denver or, what to do in Denver when you're alone [dead]
The tourists here are extremely distinguishable. Denver types are so healthy and go dashing about in running gear or hiking books, with gym bags for brief cases. Or maybe it's just Saturday. The tourists, on the other hand, look like the people who trapped me on the connecting flight from Spokane yesterday: overweight, impatient, stressed-out, red-in-the-face, slightly angry.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sharing good-byes
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sharing disappointment
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Sharing technology
That was until I got the idea to video chat with my family. My mom has a similar laptop, and it is the natural destination of our technological journey. In the school year of '02-'03, I relied heavily on a calling card, a series of 20 some numbers, then the phone number, every time I wanted to call anywhere out of the county. Two years later, I had my own cell phone, but lacked texting capability. In July of '08, we all got iPhones and I recieved the first text from my dad and shortly after, from my mom.
Today, at 8:50am, my computer indicated that DonnieEspinoza (the AIM username I had created for them) had requested an audio chat. (I had to quickly get off the toilet to respond). My dad had figured out how to use audio chat from their iMac. After I told him to try the his laptop (the one with the camera), I waited ten minutes and I was suddenly speaking face-to-face with my dad. I had always assumed that video chat would be a mere novelty, but it turned out that speaking to my father after all these months was a little emotional. I took the laptop around the apartment for a quick tour, and when I sat back down at the kitchen table my dad was sitting with my grandmother, Tortilla Grandma.
I was aware that she had just been recovering from surgery, but did not anticipate that she would be using oxygen (strangely, a not uncommon sight for that side of the family). Grandma was thrilled. I imagine that in her impoverished, hard-working life, she could never have dreampt that she would talk to her grandson hundreds of miles away, looking at his face, on a device with no wires that weighs no more than 4lbs. We waved as though it was from a distance, but that felt awkward. The experience was intimate enough to evoke the impulse to hug.
I can't wait to talk to my mom and everyone else in the family, especially Grandpa. They'll love it.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Sharing the fight
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Sharing a bed
Sharing sordid details about men like me
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Sharing a building: Part 2
Friday, May 29, 2009
Sharing good-byes
Farewell to Ben Kegan.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Sharing a building
In the fall of 2005, I was enrolled in college, purportedly to graduate after the next semester. Unfortunately I was falling behind. It took me three semesters to finish the two-semester intro to liberal arts class on the western cannon. I failed math classes, english classes, and philosophy classes. I was pretty much a loser, especially since I had no real limitations to my performance: I was interested and capable, I had very stable living situations, and all the support I could ever ask for (financially and otherwise) from my family. I was probably just selfish and lazy with a sense of entitlement, but I sold myself on the idea that I wasn't presented with enough challenge, that school politics were an impediment, and that I had all the time and money to do as I chose.
Communities of Thought: Anti-Universalizing Discourses of the Late Foucault
Throughout my studies in identity politics, Michel Foucault comes up again and again, acting as the “Saint” of queer theory (Halperin), and generally the bastian of postmodern identity. I am suspicious as much as I am inspired by this move. I wonder: is there something universal, an all-encompasing clue to how one might think of one’s self in relation to themself? Certainly, no such prescription exists, and even if it does exist, Foucault himself was the first to deny it (interview). So then, there must be something that brings us back to Foucault, some proclamation to which we can attach ourselves, which makes his interest in Greek and Roman culture urgent to us today.
In my reading, I was able to attach myself to the idea of the community of thought, the plural world views that according to Foucault “flourished” in the late Greek and Hellenist Epoch. Without unified or centralized philosophical structures, these communities of thought determined for themselves the mode, scope, source and nature of the subject of ethics. Each thought community had its own method for philosophical training, its own standard for philosophical excellence, even its own style of habit.