dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

happy windsnight

It's windy tonight--it's cooling off too.  Our event Justice for Our Desert--it's only supposed to hit 87 that day, but it's also supposed to thunderstorm.  We're in for it.

Today my friend came over, my friend R.  He confessed to some things I already knew, but it was good to get them out in the open.  He's turning 30 just after Christmas.  "Are you going to have a big party?" I asked.

"What I want to do for my birthday is crawl into a hole and die and come out 30," he said.  He was trying to explain what the traumatic part of turning 30 is.  To sum it up, I think he said the traumatic part is no longer being young.

But he couched it in terms of relating to other people.  That he can't relate to young people as one of them anymore.

Also he thinks he has to have kids now.  "You'd make a great dad," I said.  When he told me I'd make a great mom, I just laughed.

The whole time I was playing uke.

He made a flier for the Radical Mental Health Collective for me.  Let's hope it's printworthy.  I'm concerned it might go too close to the edge.  It's supposed to be $85 for 300 fliers.  That's more than I wanted to pay.  So I asked the printshop what about 200.

Ming is out at a political thing.  I txted him a "when are you coming home?" txt and he said it was still going.


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