AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

5/22/14

Dear (_____)

Dear cyclist,

Driving a standard shift automobile involves fifty times the life or death and destruction decisions and judgement calls per 20 feet of road than piloting your bicycle.  Sorry I misjudged two of the literally tens of thousands of judgement calls I had to make today on my way home.

To be honest, diving into an intersection the instant it turned red was not a great call on your part either.  At any rate, next time, as someone who rides bicycles too and has been through several dozen mishaps, I would advise that you brush it off instead of standing astride your frame with your middle finger in the air.  Nothing makes things worse than trying to stage a demonstration of "what the hell, man?!  You all saw how innocent I was, right?! Fuck that guy!" at a busy intersection while everyone tries to make a decision or judgement call to wait or push their thousands of pounds of automobile around your tiny moment in a river of tens of thousands more.

Not everyone is trying  to fuck you.
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