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Underground Medicine: December 2009
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Thursday, December 31, 2009. Last Post '09 99th blogpost Of 'O9. I began the year, all at sea, broke, barely-working, living in a weird part of town. I began the year beginning this blog. I began the year finishing up 2666. And thereby, after thinking hard on it, I devoted myself to forging an equally ambitious, sloppily elegant beast. Or two of them. And convincing myself every day that it is important. Learned much this year from reading Carson McCullers.
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Underground Medicine: October 2009
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Wednesday, October 21, 2009. John Berger, Tears and Dead Moon. The day I turned 30, I was in Santa Cruz with Katy, already a well-documented trip, and went to my old place of employment, Logos Books and said what the hell, maybe they'll have something I've been looking for, something my own store doesn't have or that I haven't seen yet. Amazingly, I found this first edition of To The Wedding. Today, in an infrequently patronized cafe, I finished To The Wedding.
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Underground Medicine: September 2009
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Monday, September 28, 2009. Tonight was the first night when it all went dark sooner than I expected. Autumnal" is the word I would use for an indistinct excitement related to in-between states. That's how today felt. It also felt like the end of something. Not sure what. I walked far after work just to get the fumes of the weekend out of my system. I'm reading Donna Tartt's The Secret History. Which, so far, is an amazingly sustained intellectual detective no...
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Underground Medicine: March 2010
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Monday, March 15, 2010. This year I did not dress up in a wedding dress and go barhopping. I took photos, trying to figure out how to illustrate certain novel segments, i.e. the sinister "Monica Barrett" character. . . From the top of Bernal Hill today and yesterday, the city was all polished quartz and shining corridors. The breezes tasted good. I didn't have my camera. I've been reading dark and uncanny authors again, like Thomas Ligotti. Got the attention o...
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Underground Medicine: August 2009
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Thursday, August 27, 2009. Steve Erickson, Los Angeles and Beyond. Today I finished reading Days Between Stations. Steve Erickon's first novel. I found it devastating. Heartbreaking. Brave. Suffused with a guttural dreaminess that anybody, anywhere might recognize from losing a loved one, or losing love, or losing one's memories, or simply being heartbroken and lost in general. The whole world changes, the weather inside and out. Monday, August 24, 2009. I jus...
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Underground Medicine: Sideways Motion In The Middle
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Sunday, April 11, 2010. Sideways Motion In The Middle. Really mean-spirited crazy woman in the neighborhood, all decked out like a frantic church-goer in crosses and crucifixes who loves to rifle through our free box and who, unconscious of her own actions, loves to verbally abuse people but ends every tirade with the website of the evangelical organization that she somehow supports: holylove.org. I feel caught in a web of trying, caught and flailing and haggl...
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Underground Medicine: January 2010
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Saturday, January 30, 2010. To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. Tuesday, January 26, 2010. The Noir Effect Part 1. And not just the weather we talk about because we'...
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Underground Medicine: February 2010
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Friday, February 19, 2010. Notes On The Inward City. I've been away from the blog, no doubt dispensing tidy tidbits elsewhere, none of which I can remember, but more than that, I've been laying pen to paper, in a big black book (not moleskine! The shrinking outward city opens up the interior kingdom to more and more fevered immigration. A silly and misleading title, maybe, but its contents are just so wonderfully suggestive, almost as if the author Victoria Ne...
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Underground Medicine: Notes Of Early April
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Tuesday, April 6, 2010. Notes Of Early April. April has proved the accidental rule of March and February. . .which is to say, a human like myself expressing abiding strength in the face of transitory reality, nonchalant cruelty, blows of fate that are almost anti-climactic because what else can fate do, being transitory, than strike at less than a moment's notice? I have shared minor anecdotes with people en route to Haiti and Africa and Spain and the Maldives...
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Underground Medicine: April 2010
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Readings - Mappings - Remedies - Obsessions. Saturday, April 24, 2010. I've been scouring my desktop, in an ostensible attempt to clean it up. I have a thousand pages of unrefined prose, 300 pages of a novel here, 200 pages of another there and meanwhile the scraps and scrimshaws of unfinished projects. A DREAM OF DEATH (IN THE DESERT). I am, after all a horny teen who needs to learn finesse. The hows. Is it the Christ martyr complex inherited from my Catholic upbringing? In that journal, I write down on...
