Prologue This post/ rough draft of the beginnings of book is focused on my efforts to deal with my mother’s decline and ultimate passing- largely in real time. In her last year/s I did a lot of documenting and writing, and I shared that work with some immediacy. For me, doing this work helped me to process, and be with,......
Despite the goddamn Pandemic, we had a really pleasant Thanksgiving with friends. We ate outside and while the food was awesome, the best part was sneaking down to the basement afterwards to make some joyful noise. Our band has been on hiatus for Covid, but a couple of us have been kind of quarantining together, and Suki has stepped in......
Our film “All The Rage” begins with a voice over line stating, “The Stories that we tell ourselves about ourselves shape our sense of who we are.” This line is never more profoundly apparent than on Thanksgiving. When we gather with family – especially after being apart – the stories that are told about us pull those embedded aspects of......
In 1989 when I drove across the country to shoot in malls with my friend Sebastian our car got broken into shortly after we arrived in San Francisco. Luckily, the night before, while camping on the side of the road on our way down from Oregon, I separated the film I’d shot from the film left to shoot. I’d stuck......
I am in the midst of a 10-week meditation program called “The Presence Process.” This is my second go round, the first being 4 years ago, and it’s interesting to note how different it is for me this time. The program begins with reading about 140 pages of text meant to help set up for the experience. Once this is......
Our sense of who we are, and where we fit in the world, is shaped by both nature and by nurture; genetic/physical factors as well ass emotional ones. There a consistently churning cultural tug of war in regards to which factor is more powerful in terms of sculpting our personalities and predilections. This debate is one that often shifts and......
Throughout the 1980s, as America’s downtown districts declined in importance and the “big-box” stores began their slow march across the country, malls became increasing central to American popular culture, dominating the social life of a large swath of the population. In 1989 Michael Galinsky, a twenty-year-old photographer, drove across the country recording this change: the spaces, textures and pace that defined this era.
