Farewell to Facebook and simulated friendships, fond recollections on the golden age of VHS and the art of enveloping.

In the Buffalo Joe robe, calling the last of the Monarch butterflies under a tree of tiny apples. The latest sloppy overlap that is not obstructing production.

Three things I felt were worth mentioning - gals, gurus and what's down deep. Are these topics related in any meaningful way? Taken together, do they reveal an esoteric armature? Your guess is as good as mine... perhaps better.

Why artists ought to take a vacation, how to forget to be god amidst a drift of puffy clouds and trying not to make too much beauty.

An early evening road trip for coffee beans and a sandwich disguised as a reflection on the art of choosing. Gently croaking into the fuzzy mic about the blessings of being thoughtless.

Why we can't both exist at the same time, and how imagination is crucial to the maintenance of shared reality. We are so story!

Breaking bones installs knowing and yet another latent circuit reactivated for the gradual rediscovery of who we were before comet collision 11k years ago.

One of those Daughter of God making of me stories, easier to swallow as a fairy tale, even if you're not peering at the cosmos through a narrow slit.

Road tripping from paradise to an urban oven and back again, a 28 hour mediation on how to optimize spiritual practice to prevent broken bones and such like unwanteds.

A riff on putting carts way before horses and starting a movie studio way before finishing the first feature.