Our Most Accurate Biographers

It is both intimidating and humbling to realize the we are the first historical figure our children will do a deep analysis and study of. They will fully understand our worldview, our ethics, our politics...our entire overall philosophy of life, but also be able to balance what we say we believe with what our actions—and their experience of those actions—reveal about what we actually believe. Our children are the foremost scholars of our lives and works, and although they may not write their findings in an actual book, how we interacted with their world is imprinted on every page of their lives. 

Affirmation

You are beautiful, important, and unique, and I’m glad you exist. Yes, that includes you, you giant fucking asshole.

On Bosses

For reasons, I was barely able to sleep last night, and my supervisor totally didn’t sweat me taking a half day because of it. As someone who has worked in warehouses, factories, and restaurants as long as I’ve worked in the human services, I can say definitively, social workers are much more understanding and trauma informed that foremen and shift managers. I can’t even imagine the abuse I would receive for attempting to take a self-care day in those other environments. The bottom line is that I am grateful to work for and with people who both understand and care about people.

Pizza

Every time I’m at a lunch meeting that orders pizzas, and someone brings the pizzas into the room, the only thought I have as the meeting goes on past the time of the pizzas’ arrival is ‘this is yet another minute that I am not eating that freshly delivered hot pizza, and I am full of resentment’.

I Dreamed That I Died

I dreamed that I died last night

It wasn’t so bad

Surrounded by my all my loves;

My sons, my girl, my brother and sister

My mom and my dad

I dreamed that I died

Which will someday come to pass

But I am present today again

No one will ever say

‘He dreamed that he lived’

You’ve got to grind and hustle

Move in the direction of your fear

You’ve got to call us up your palms

And drip sweat from your hat

And you’ve got to love and share

And live by a code

And as long as you give to those you love

You will never be alone

I dreamed I died last night

But now I am born again

And when I am just a memory

Let be a memory of helping hands

Of integrity, and belief

In the potential of man

I dreamed that I died and someday I will

But for now living

Is the business at hand.

We Are Commodified

Capitalism has a parasitic relationship with our identity, both personal and as members of however many groups we belong to. The goal of capitalism is to commodify each individual and group, extract as much labor and capital from each individual member of the non-ruling class as possible, and use the divisions created between each non-ruling class (proletariat) individual and group by the system itself to create division whenever the ruling class is threatened by popular challenge or uprising. To capitalism, we are not people or communities. We are brands with stock market values that can be weaponized against one another whenever the rulers feel threatened.