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It was a resounding success. The food, the company, the sense of community. Some highlights:

Quite possibly the most beautiful moment I've ever shared with my household was watching my nesting partner and Kiddo simultaneously holding court in a room full of adults. Everyone was completely focused on one or the other of them, their similar speech cadences offered a strangely stable syncopation, and I just got to bask in the moment that I made happen. It's hard to convey just how rare and precious this moment was, but the short version is they're both autistic and very selective about opening up in group spaces. It was glorious and I get teary just thinking about it.

We went with an indigenous and regional vibe, since Kiddo is trying to build connections with her indigenous ancestry and we're a fairly decolonial bunch. Bison tacos, fry bread, esquites, and homemade tortilla soup were among the highlights. 

Storytelling was also a highlight. I confessed to everyone my intentions of building a stronger sense of community between maskers in this area so they'd all have each other to lean on once we finally GTFO. I got brave and shared a little bit about my time magic.

Returning with my party-superstar vibes (and honestly, these are the most successful events I've ever hosted without major assists, so that's a whole other layer) reminded me of days before COVID, before grad school, mostly even before caregiving, when I could just show up at a party and, at peak, vacillate easily between observant wallflower and center of attention in cycles. But since I didn't need to hold court for more than one story at a time, I didn't try to create or hold onto it, it just flowed, and I think it did for everyone else as well. With all that relaxation (and a bit of weed, though I myself never partake), a strong undercurrent of flirtation also emerged, and it felt like being at a polyamorous party again. I really missed that openness (didn't I journal about it here a couple years ago???), and have been savoring the afterglow a little too much.

I don't know if anyone's really interested. I'm not sure any of us have the capacity to even just have fun without complications these days. But damn, it feels good to be attractive and attracted and I'm going to bask in that a bit too.
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I really love this article on Salty about the difference between disliking and hating (specifically astrology).* It's a pretty concise rundown of all the meaningful ways people can engage astrology, with or without woo, and resonates with my experiences.

I've never formally studied astrology, just thumbed through an increasingly-dated copy of Sexual Astrology I picked up in high school and engaged topics at varying levels with friends and lovers.

In my early 30s, I sat down and made a spreadsheet (I'm not sure I've posted much, but I love spreadsheets and find all sorts of innovative ways to process information in them). I listed over a hundred lovers, close friends, and family members from across my lifespan, and between my memory and Facebook, inserted their birthdays to estimate their sun signs. Then I just... studied it. I didn't think hard about the archetypes from the funny papers, I grouped people together based on the Zodiac breakdown and just meditated on their commonalities, their ineffable similarities. And it made a LOT of sense to me. 

To some extent, I updated the traditional archetypes with some of my own (for instance, I sometimes link Virgos to a prince/ss vibe), but for the most part I just let the patterns speak for themselves, and they've held up well.

I really don't know much about signs other than sun, but what traits I do associate with each sign I consider kind of a foundation, a launchpoint for personal growth (for better or worse). For instance, as a Pisces myself, I associate pretty strongly with sensitivity, creativity, and open-mindedness, but since I have structured my life around these traits (e.g., I don't take myself too seriously, I create without expectation, and I almost never experience indecisiveness any more) I sometimes call myself an "ascended Pisces".

I'm always eager to talk about these sort of metaphysical explorations from a lived experience or empirical perspective.

*The only downside of the article is a pretty glaring editing error I attribute to the magazine/site. I published an essay through them two years ago that had similar problems, because whoever is behind it seems to have very little patience for communicating with writers. I also welcome similarly minded places to submit my next essay, though I'm currently working on one I think will fit Salty well.

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Sometimes we just need to take the path of least resistance because it is the path of least resistance. Sometimes I see these as omens or signals from the universe, but usually it just means that there are mysteries to uncover first, or that our enthusiasm favors one and not the other.

In this case, I thought I was about to dive into the Tao Te Ching and blog about it, but I cannot find the portable crate I use to transport it and my partner is asleep, so I guess the other thing I wanted to work on will happen instead.

This can even be a brainhack: if you have two good choices in a situation, you can set your mind to the one you're more resistant toward and just see how it feels. It might be more scary than you realized, or it may be that yours reasons for resistance come up and clarify your resistance. Either way, the choice becomes easier just by mimicking having made a decision.

Some day I should write about all the workarounds I've developed to minimized difficult decisions and/or make them not really decisions. TL;DR: hone and stick to your ethics, think through consequences, and understand the stakes for others as well as yourself.

(I really hope I didn't leave my books in Galveston... there were $50-100 in books there, some of which had nostalgic as well as material rarity.)
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Perhaps as a corollary or preface to other readings I hope to do during the current wave of pandemic, I've been poking around some Wikipedia articles about Eastern beliefs, the "nuts and bolts" of Jainism, Buddhism, and Hinduism.

It just struck me that one could frame the divide between "Western" and "Eastern" belief systems as polarized stances of "Interventionist" and "Non-interventionist". Not only is the Western model centered around singular, conscious divinities who intervene in human affairs, but the goal of spiritual practice is often to intervene in the affairs of others through proseletyzing, education, and conquer. Conversely, the highest form for these Eastern traditions is a "witness" who attain personal or spiritual bliss through detachment. (I think Jesus said some things about letting the world do what it does and focusing on being a good person, but thanks to my apatheistic upbringing I've read more theology on Wikipedia than I ever have the Bible itself.)

Indeed, my quibble with the Tao Te Ching may come down to its nigh-mindfulness practice that, while purporting to espouse good governance, is actually quite detached and anti-intervention. So as I start verbalizing my break with the only sacred text I've ever known, I want to jot down some things that I believe or do not believe (suspect? perhaps "perceive" is the least loaded term here...) at this point in time:

  • Human beings are algorithmic. I can find no favor for the belief that a perpetual self exists except as it is forged by its own happenstance and reactions thereto. That is not a soul, that is machine learning.
  • (Metaphorical) lenses help the mind focus on parts of the whole when the whole is too great. For example, time has not yet been proven to exist beyond human perception; it is simply easier to shortcut sequence than to fathom the distinctness of every time-space fiber.
  • There are social, historical, and political reasons behind every concept we replicate, including about ourselves. Every datapoint is input as metaphor and coded by propaganda.
  • Distinction is an inevitable consequence of multitude. Even when we grieve deaths in numbers too abstract to personalize, we are grieving the loss of distinction and breadth within our species.
  • Distinction is an individual phenomenon, diversity is its greater presence. Diversity enriches humanity and improves its survival against calamity. If anything about humanity is inherently worth celebrating, it may be this.
  • The greater the diversity of a community, the harder it will have to work at mutual support.
  • Diversity is not a seed for violence, but violence will seek it out.
  • Human perception simplifies. Binaries are almost always polarities and polarities are almost always planes and planes are almost always galaxies and galaxies fluctuate throughout time. (I'm not sure about the "almost", but positivism is reductive.)
  • Everything changes all the time in every context. Singularities are convenient lenses to focus our attention, but that does not give them ongoing meaning.
  • Outcomes are ephemeral; peace is an accident but its end comes from will.
  • Every leader will ultimately fail because they frame their goals as being ultimate in the first place.
  • Beware those who confuse victory with meaning or favor.
  • Tradition is nostalgia weaponized against progress.
  • Building prosperity is never the same as reducing poverty.
  • At the heart of power is a craving for permanence; to the extent it is at all attainable, it is generally to because the powerful have extracted it from the powerless. Permanence opposes distinction.
  • There seem to exist forces, conscious or otherwise, active on the periphery of and beyond our perception, however it is the height of hubris to assume that we are exalted, pestered over, or infinitely familiar. Indeed, their proximity to us can only be high if their numbers are many; the more concentrated supernatural power(s), the less relevant we become. Harm comes not from a specific belief or disbelief toward omnipotence or universality, but in declaring it to be intimate and oneself as its proxy. (He's just not that into you.)
  • Any spiritual practice which codifies binaries (or even numerical certainties) are insufficiently agnostic, rooted in convenient binaries that inevitably reroute our defaults back to "man and woman" and, perhaps even more, "good and evil".
  • Any belief construct that centers the self against society, or society against the self, is committing violence against either or both.
  • Even when accurate, the perceived quality of an individual or collective's spiritual insight (or other celebrated endeavor) is irrelevant to any other quality of their practice of being human. No effort is entirely selfless, but you can intervene against a known flaw.
  • It is impossible to single-handedly control how oneself is perceived for any duration of time by any number of people; so, too, is it impossible to know another completely. All we have is propaganda, enemy to truth (which itself is unattainable). You can, however, artfully "lie" your way to shared understanding.
  • Authenticity is a weird concept if you think about it too long. If it is special for our thoughts and actions to align, are we not normalizing deception, self-obfuscation, and image control? Sometimes, we just want to be misled.
  • You can't know everything you need to know, nor forget everything you need to forget.
  • Convenience is enemy to freedom. Judgement is enemy to healing.
  • Each of these precepts will be a source of joy and inspiration if you let it.
  • Most (possibly all) who seek and teach deeper truth (which is not necessary to make a nourishing contribution) will fail to adequately universalize it. You are only as strong as the challenges to your assumptions.

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It's starting to feel like the walls are closing in.

COVID case at the kiddo's new school on Day 1.

My partner's sister, a nurse, has now tested positive. She has a kid who is still too young to vaccinate.

But mostly, I'm still not used to how deserted the future looks.

Not to get all metaphysical, but I typically have some vague sense about where I'm headed in the future. It's not that it's ever been all that accurate, only that it had been consistently useful. My relationship with metaphysics is often what I call "falling down the right flight of stairs", that going through the motions of where I thought I wanted to be actually lands me exactly where I was needed to be, however far aflung from my intention. And in late 2019, I developed this weird vibe that my future stopped existing past the early months of 2020. I told everyone it was a "death card event", because when I tried to describe it as "on the level of a major death" and not "on the level of a Death card", people got upset. My instincts were more nuanced, too: I had gotten excited about the prospect of finishing grad school around the same time, and when I had to delay I somehow knew that all of the fun and logistics of graduation would disappear. Either I walked the stage in December of 2019 with full regalia, graduation photos, the works... or I didn't celebrate at all.

What's funny is I didn't even make the connection with "death card event" right away when the pandemic set in. It was months later when I put it together. THIS was the thing I couldn't see around. THIS was the thing that was so big it would change everything in my life -- even though it didn't. It changed everything AROUND my life. My pandemic life, even in lockdown, hasn't changed all that much from graduate school. Stay home a lot, try to make meaningful work that gets noticed, hope that it leads to gainful employment... someday...

And now here we are, 20 months after my sense of any future evaporated. I spent the first half of 2021 plotting to get hired out of state and bail since no one was taking the pandemic seriously anyway, but that was my own anxiety, seasoned with the trauma of Texas' catastrophic power failure in February. I knew the pandemic wasn't over, I was just angry and felt helpless.

I still struggle to see more than a few weeks out -- making intentions rather than plans -- and to find my motivation in all of it. I know some things that helped last year, but to the extent I can extrapolate anything (whether it's logic or instinct or esoteric voices whispering in my ear) I am certain we have yet to see the worst of it. And since my family is stable with minimal involvement from me, I can't tell whether I should be using this time to brain-hack myself further (my general habit up to this point) or to just de-center any sense of self. Maybe I just need to be present more than I need to need to do anything.

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