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[img] December 03, 2019 at 01:33PM

“Je déteste l’hiver”, a déclaré Luna.
“Mais regarde la beauté,” j’ai contré.
“L’air pur… la neige blanche…”
“Mon nez est gelé. Et toute la neige à New York devient jaune et noire.”
“La neige jaune est de ta faute, Tin-Tin.”
“Tu m’as appris à faire pipi dehors, Asshat!”
December 03, 2019 at 01:33PM
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[img] November 26, 2019 at 10:36AM

“That sign’s so Shamu!” Luna laughed.
“The Sea World whale?” I asked.
“No, silly, the existential guy.”
“Camus?”
“Don’t get uppity. Not everyone speaks French!”
“Ok, so like No Exit?”
“Yeah, except in this one, 3 whales are trapped in a backyard pool-”
“Man, you are-”
“No, dog I am.”
November 26, 2019 at 10:36AM
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[img] November 24, 2019 at 05:18PM

“So that woman we passed just said the clouds are… ‘breaking up?’ Luna queried.
“Yeah, they’re done with the rain.”
“Good. Dump that wet blanket,” she nodded emphatic. “They should date the sun.”
“Sun’s committed to the moon.”
“They hardly see each other. It’ll never last.”
November 24, 2019 at 05:18PM
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[img] November 21, 2019 at 04:05PM

“She who sitteth on the Stone of Destiny shall be Queen of all she surveys!” Luna proclaimed.
“You know the Stone of Scone’s in Scotland, yes?”
“Saoghail!” she snarled. “Traitor!”
“Stop-”
“Courtiers, take this man. Then off with his head!”
“Ok, Khaleesi. Mark it and move on.”
November 21, 2019 at 04:05PM
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[img] November 20, 2019 at 09:59PM

Capping off an xclnt day. Thx to @unpostoitaliano for reopening today and the perfect torta della nonna. Coincidence is a form of fate.
November 20, 2019 at 09:59PM
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[img] November 16, 2019 at 10:43AM

saturday log off
November 16, 2019 at 10:43AM
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[img] November 15, 2019 at 12:51PM

stationary chevy update: still stationary // second anniversary purple car purple coat morning moon edition
November 15, 2019 at 12:51PM
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[img] November 13, 2019 at 05:06PM

“Forget Mexico!” Luna declared. “Build a wall to the sky at Canada!”
“What the-?” I said.
“It’s frickin’ freezing! The wall can let people in, just keep the wind out!”
“C’mon-”
“Alexa said a ‘Canadian front’ caused this. Send the wind back!”
“Let’s go. You’re frostbitten.”
November 13, 2019 at 05:06PM
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[img] November 10, 2019 at 11:53AM

Luna pointed up at a bare ginkgo tree. “Bet you didn’t know in spring, ginkgoes scarf all their leaves and stems-”
“Scar.”
“Whatev, dude. They scarf all their leaves in, like, 1 day. Then in the 1st hard frost, they upchuck them all at once.”
“Bonnie Botany, ladies & gentlemen.”
November 10, 2019 at 11:53AM
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[img] October 28, 2019 at 04:57PM

“No way,” Luna pouted. “Bugs are for frogs.”
“Maybe evolve?” I said. “Too much meat is mean.”
“You know what’s mean? Why an onion makes you cry!”
“Do tell.”
“The sulfur in the air warns of murder. It’s screaming!”
“Stop-”
“You stop, you… allium assassin!”
“Ok-”
“Kale killer!”
October 28, 2019 at 04:57PM
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[img] October 22, 2019 at 01:43PM

“Give it a quarter!” Luna lit up. “Make it happen!”
“It actually says ‘free,’” I said.
“Even better!”
October 22, 2019 at 01:43PM
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[img] October 21, 2019 at 05:36PM

Lady & the Marquis on sentry
October 21, 2019 at 05:36PM
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“It’s weirdo,” Luna fronted.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“You’re Westy.”
“Yeah?”
“And I’m a Westie.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s like if you’re Fern and your one plant is a fern.”
“First, I was Westy way before you got here. Also, they’re not even spelled the same.”
“Excuses, excuses. Still weirdo.”
September 28, 2019 at 10:42AM
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“I thought they outlawed plastic straws here,” Luna averred.
“Those aren’t straws,” I said. “They’re PVC gas mains.”
“That’s a straw!” she shot back in her best Daniel Plainview voice, with loud slurps. “I. Drink. Your! Milkshake! I DRINK IT UP!”
“When did you-”
“I will eat you!”
September 24, 2019 at 06:14PM
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So look see the days / The endless coloured ways / And go play the game that you learnt / From the morning. [Nick Drake]
September 18, 2019 at 12:49PM
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[img] Upcycled

“It’s a TinyKit,” Luna exclaimed, “for teenies like me!”
“Some things really shouldn’t be recycled, Luna,” I intoned.
“But it’s more of an upcycle, not a recycle,” she cocked her head.
“Upcycle, eh?”
“Yeah! Upcycled in your-”
“Enough. Let’s go.”
August 03, 2019 at 07:17PM
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[img] conservatory bound

“Do you think they tossed it because the kid’s a musical disappointment?” Luna queried.
“C’mon,” I shook my head. “Not everyone’s Conservatory bound.”
She turned and taunted at a parlor window. “What’s the matter, can only play in C? Can’t handle 3/4 time?!”
“OK, let’s go.”
July 19, 2019 at 04:09PM
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[img] “hey, asshat”

“Hey, asshat,” Luna piqued, “why am I wet?”
“My app said no rain for a couple hours, but this cell-”
“So get a new app, asshat.”
“Where did you learn that word?”
“From you,” she gazed off, “the asshat.”
Voice Over: “Remember, people who say asshat have dogs who say asshat.”
July 18, 2019 at 05:15PM
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[img] love at 40.8931648, -72.3236284 degrees

love at 40.8931648, -72.3236284 degrees
July 07, 2019 at 10:07AM
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[words] of #pride and particle theory

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The bar, as many are, late into random Wednesday nights, was almost empty. We toasted the straight line between the 1969 riots that spilled out of the bar and the 2015 Supreme Court decision that realized many of the demands of those courageous rioters to simply be seen as human. We toasted love. We toasted John.

The original court case, fwiw, was Obergefell v. Kasich, and revolved around the inability for John and Jim to be listed as spouses on John’s Ohio death certificate. They wanted to be buried together. You couldn’t share a family cemetery plot in Ohio if the state didn’t recognize you as family. That the case centered on a death certificate, not a marriage license, from a legal POV, brought the equal protection clause to bear in a way that Ohio could never get around. 

Doesn’t mean they didn’t try.

If you recognize the defendant in that original case, it’s because John and Jim sued the state of Ohio, and Former Gov. John Kasich became the de facto defendant in court documents. Kasich, though, with his presidential ambitions, and his tea leaves reading correctly that this case would be decided against him ahead of the 2016 elections by the U.S. Supreme Court, forced a patsy in the Ohio Department of Health named Hodges to take his place in the case.

Weasels gonna weasel.

John’s and Cat’s being lifelong friends, we had a front row seat to the whole glorious, tragic, bittersweet, and loving arc of their two-decade relationship. Their wedding took place on a tarmac in Maryland in July 2013, a few months before John’s death.

My 2014 record Particle Theory [Spotify \ Bandcamp] was was written during the last stages of John’s battle with ALS, dedicated to Jim and him, and released after John passed away, a full year before the U.S. Supreme Court ruled on their landmark Obergefell v. Hodges case. The case’s outcome was never certain, and the tracks revolve around the nature of love and justice, death and sentience, and finding one’s self in the context of politics. As happens when your writing’s tuned in a bit deeper into current events, songs on the album tell the stories of a few people, real and imagined, consumed in the global common denominator struggle to protect rights of the individual in the face of cold anti-humanity.

The opening track, Drifting Moon / Spinning Earth tells the story of a queer person’s escaping Ohio, who uses their “shadow as a sword” to find love “1000 feet in the air” in New York City.

The title track later on was written on the plane home after John’s memorial service in Cincinnati, OH. Those songs bookend some of the songs I am most happy to have written, but never wanted to have to write, including a track exploring the disappearing of Syrian programmer and open-source advocate, Bassel Khartabil. Alive when I released Particle Theory, Khartabil was executed in late 2015.

The cover photograph is a sunset moonrise over the North Carolina Outer Banks beach in front of John & Jim’s house where we spent many summer weeks with them. The shot is from December 2013, when we took a trip down there to say goodbye to John towards the end of his battle with ALS.

It’s a dark record under its sunny surface – which is my wheelhouse, of course. Dancing through darkness is the only way I know. Could be one reason why queer folk and straight AF me have always found safe harbor in each other. Very psyched Particle Theory remains among my most spun and downloaded collection of songs, and that it’s a grace note, as well as a footnote, for a movement based on love.