HeyJaredThe Direction of Motion
What moves me? Also, the wonderfully ongoing coming of aging story.
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the balancing act and belonging (opens the original)
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FocusFeeling a strong sense of my time allotment, my life, picking up speed, like the rinse cycle of a washing machine. I try to counteract the momentum, stay calm, be still. As if I could bring about some sort of static equilibrium by an opposing action. As if my small, insignificant self were any match for the eternal cycle that takes every single person, every single life, away. One time in Mexico, I don’t recall where exactly, I swam out in the ocean and was pulled far from shore, an ocean t
Just Talkin Train of Thoughtin' (opens the original)
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I was walking downtown, in New York City, through Tribeca, when the wind blew a speck of something in my eye. Ouch, it hurt, stopping me in my tracks. I pressed my arm into my eye and gently rubbed it, the pain subsided and I went on walking. Later a bump formed, and my whole eyelid became red, tender and swollen.I visited a friend in NJ the next day, and by some crazy coincidence, she had another friend present, who used to work for an eye doctor, who sent former boss a photo of my eye. The doc
Last Party for Mom (opens the original)
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My mom would’ve been 89 years old today, she died just a month and four days before her 85th. She was really looking forward to that birthday. I’d promised her a birthday celebration brunch at Everly in Austin, for her and whoever she wanted to invite. She was buzzing over it, had picked out a new dress, new shoes, new handbag. For the birthday that she didn’t make it to, I made it into a memorial event, at my house. I had it catered, made a long photo slide show that was projected onto a screen
I Don't Know (opens the original)
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Last night I walked out of a cinema into Piccadilly Circus at 10:30 pm, and it was absolute madness, of a sort that I forget is a part of this city, a mere seven tube stops away from the peace and quiet where I live. There were drunks and crazies, tourists, families, teenagers, beggars, and regular folks like me coming out of theaters. A skinny man with no shirt sat in the middle of a square beating his chest and laughing wildly. A young guy walked in circles with a megaphone and a bible, shouti
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