Being a girl successfully wasn’t just acting — it was acrobatics. Get attention, but don’t seek it out too much. Dress acceptably, but don’t look like you’re trying to copy anyone. Know the lyrics to popular songs, but don’t let anybody know that you memorized them deliberately. My daydreams were still about doing things, saving people, but I started obsessing about how I was perceived. Instead of movie scenes keeping me up at night, it was all the ways I’d embarrassed myself that day. Being a girl wasn’t about doing right, it was about not doing things wrong.

hi all:

a little project i’ve been working on for the past month (with the help of friends and family) is rolling out today. it’s a bit of mail art inspired by the work of on kawara: it involves postcards, writing, mindfulness, and photography.

starting today, entries will be posted for the next month or so. it’s beautiful to see what people wrote and saw. to be with them in that moment, just for a moment. 

here’s the first entry. 


thingsarethesamebutdifferent project:

sent september 5, 2014
response received september 16, 2014


i got off the bus this morning and discovered that instead of going along the shoulder of the highway, there is a path that cuts through the forest. i am on that path now for the first time. being here makes my tiny, very solitary commute even more remote. i am in the woods but i can hear traffic. it smells of pine straw and humidity. it’s a legitimate path made by the state park, not a desire path made by people like me. this place is so intentional, yet kind of hidden too. until now.


rain grey eight floor not blinded by the blinds
looking out who’s looking in too far up too
far down or far enough to care
day time night time dusk is both but neither
alone here but not out there soon to join
them so we can be alone together
constant stream fed by a thoughtless rain

I think back to the tailgate: the man blowing cigar smoke in my face, the man who mockingly yelled, “Thanks for letting us use your name!”, the group who yelled at us to “go the fuck home,” the little waif who threatened to cut me, the dude who blew the train horn on his truck as I walked by the hood. I think of all of that, and I think back to O’Dell crying and trying desperately to get out of the room full of calm Natives. I thought she was crying because she was caught unawares and was afraid. But I realized that was her defense mechanism, and that by overly dramatizing her experience, she continued to trivialize ours. It was privilege in action. And as I realized these things, something else became incredibly clear: She knew she was wrong.

To Joe Murphy:

I do not support your lawsuit against Lisa Rabey and nina de jesus. As a librarian and educator, I value open dialogue and believe the proper response to accusations of harassment is understanding and engagement. Instead, you have chosen to use legal action to silence future discussions about a critical issue in our profession and will likely prevent other victims of harassment from speaking out against their abusers. Thus, I request the following:

1. That you immediately cease legal action against the two defendants.
2. That you publicly apologize for using legal actions to silence and prevent public dialogue about a critical issue in our field.
3. That you compensate the defendants for any financial costs incurred as a result of your legal actions.
4. That you make a meaningful, symbolic gesture of solidarity, healing, and reform. I leave the nature of this gesture entirely to your design.

I believe the above requests are reasonable and furthermore will benefit the future of the library profession by setting an example for how to appropriately respond to accusations of harassment.

John Jackson, Librarian [johnxlibris]

cosigned: Rosemary K. j. Davis, archivist

always rad when other people say nice things about the boy you love (and his art). this work eddie created with the amazingly talented lisa mccarty is so beautiful, so patient. really one of my favorite things.  


A lot of John Cage’s Solos for Voice from Song Books have to do with nature. Or, more specifically, Henry David Thoreau. One of the solos I’ll be singing is mean to be accompanied by “a tape recording of bird sounds” and luckily, my friend D. Edward Davis is an avid birdwatcher and has generously provided some sounds for this solo.

Above is his beautiful A Theory Of Colours performed by Wet Ink ensemble, led by 2014 Avant Music Festival composer Alex Mincek.

- Randy Gibson

Come hear Eddie’s bird sounds and many more delights at Cage: 102 our kickoff event for our 2014-15 season.

"An actor should be a mystery," says Christopher Plummer. But these days actors must do publicity, he laments — so the popular film and stage actor has agreed to answer numerous questions in a surprisingly candid, honest manner in this 1967 CBC-TV interview. He opens up about his reluctance to star in The Sound of Music, gives his opinion on why actors tend to drink heavily, criticizes Hollywood’s “star system,” and explains why he chose acting over a music career.  

via: plummerchristopher

Tampons were packed with their strings connecting them, like a strip of sausages, so they wouldn’t float away. Engineers asked Ride, “Is 100 the right number?” She would be in space for a week. “That would not be the right number,” she told them. At every turn, her difference was made clear to her. When it was announced Ride had been named to a space flight mission, her shuttle commander, Bob Crippen, who became a lifelong friend and colleague, introduced her as “undoubtedly the prettiest member of the crew.” At another press event, a reporter asked Ride how she would react to a problem on the shuttle: “Do you weep?”

People silently struggle from all kinds of terrible things. They suffer from depression, ambition, substance abuse, and pretension. They suffer from family tragedy, Ivy-League educations, and self-loathing. They suffer from failing marriages, physical pain, and publishing. The good thing about politeness is that you can treat these people exactly the same. And then wait to see what happens. You don’t have to have an opinion. You don’t need to make a judgment. I know that doesn’t sound like liberation, because we live and work in an opinion-based economy. But it is. Not having an opinion means not having an obligation. And not being obligated is one of the sweetest of life’s riches.