Late MarchDay by day, we walk into the wilderness of our inner lives. The internet deepens our information silo. We have no streets to confirm reality. Our sidewalks are empty, and without them we have less to affirm a common reality underneath spring rains. We have a window view and a playlist of music that... Continue Reading →
Dispatch 2: Angst, Plantain, and Cocktail Recipes
Day 3 A Bubble Inside a Bubble This morning we’re listening to Hozier. The hardwood is cold but the fire is working on it. I took my temperature and it read 101.2F and certain death set in, before I realized I was drinking hot coffee. Every fart and ache is old Grendel’s mother herself, COVID-19,... Continue Reading →
Staying Here: Dispatch from Quarantine — Day 1
We hid from the smoke of the Camp Fire during my wife’s pregnancy in 2018. My oldest friend and I went to deliver supplies to shelters and stomping out fires behind the exclusion zones. That winter, my wife and I stayed in as the flood waters rose along the Russian River. We were trapped at... Continue Reading →
A Startup to Save All Startups: Mitigating Arctic Methane Release
Frost Methane is targeting arctic methane release to avert climate catastrophism. It’s a sunny morning in Alameda, California. Olya Irzak and Ethan Caleff carry the white octagon draped with seaweed over their heads, up the path towards the USS Hornet Naval Museum. The prototype is a white tarp bound to a PVC octagonal frame,... Continue Reading →
Spirit Runners: Every Step a Prayer, Every Mile a Ceremony
Bringing an end to domestic violence and drug abuse by the run.
Confessions of a Standing Rock Do-Gooder
I will not be another white person telling an Indian what they need. I confess, I came to their reservation to feel like a hero. I did not realize my need to feel seen that way was a form of violence. I was also unaware of how racist I was, until I met an evil man who happened to be native, and I couldn’t see it, because it was politically incorrect to do so -- and because he was my friend.
Saying Goodbye to Oceti Sakowin
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes... Continue Reading →
What Story Can I Tell?
“The Plains and Pacific Coast Indians ranged over larger expanses of land in their search for plants, animals, and shelter to meet their needs, and adopt seasonal homes to take advantage of natural bounty of different areas during different times of the year. Their movements were directed by natural events such as annual salmon spawning... Continue Reading →
Chase Iron Eyes Leads* Resistance on Last Child Hill (UPDATED 2/8/17)
Chase Iron Eyes Arrested Along with Water Protectors on Last Child Hill The conversation on treaty rights and water rights is rekindled by civil resistance at Oceti Oyate. We could see the police forces amassing in the north of the Backwater Bridge on 1806 from Last Child Hill. The bridge was the site of the... Continue Reading →
Why Standing Rock is Still the Frontline for Policy Reform
Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatning to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n. John Milton -- Paradise Lost, Book 3. Approaching the Bear In the first week of his presidency, Donald J. Trump... Continue Reading →