Wannabes

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There’s an old part of town southwest of Dallas, called Oak Cliff. The oldest homes are stately, dark, and Victorian. They sit on large plots of land or high up on hills. The neighborhood has always been older families, as well as working class. It is now predominantly Mexican, with expansive Mexican immigrant communities. It has since plateaued economically but went through ten years of solid gentrification. In the entire metroplex, this was the first place to embrace the hipster aesthetic: farm to table dining; breweries; weekend markets; poetry-reading, folk music-playing bookstores.  As the home values have skyrocketed and new housing has taken shape around the walkable shops and dining, the poorest have moved further away from the center. Out of … Read More

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Dumpster Diving

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There’s a run-of-the-mill shopping center in a middle class neighborhood. It covers the bases with a Starbucks, nail salon, donut shop, UPS store -you get the idea. A well-known grocery chain sits in the center of these stores. Despite every grocery having a floral department, one florist shop has been a steady presence over thirty years of lease adjustments and the comings and goings of other retailers.   Behind these retailers is the shared dumpster space and loading zone. The neighborhood nuzzled up behind it is shielded from this eyesore by a moderately high, 90-degree brick wall. Residents of the neighborhood often avoid the intersection by exiting through the back, aka, taking the scenic route. It was noticed how the florist was discarding unsold arrangements and other … Read More

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The Weight of Our Stuff

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I have no desire to go inside. I can sense the smell, a mixture of funeral parlor and the powdery perfume of an old lady. Antique Malls have a way of selling decay. These items are what generally remains of people’s lives, long dead. Estates cleared out. Yet the musty residue lingers, and I can picture the dust billowing up around me if I were to sit on the furniture with any enthusiasm. How many sets of shoes have already walked across these faded, disintegrating rugs with frayed fringe?   I have not made it through adulthood immune ‘to antiquing,’ though. To strip and sand furniture, to repurpose or refurbish some old thing to shiny and new again is a meditative … Read More

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Good is Good

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Last week, the cold tried to hurt my face. There’s a walkway I cross in the morning between the parking garage and my office building; for these 10 seconds I hate everything! I am grateful to live in Dallas, where we are now back to a few days of reprieve, of 50 or 61* F to gather some fortitude before the next very temporary cold spell. We survive with understanding ‘this too shall pass.’ I bought a balloon, but in yesterday’s warmth and distracted passenger conversation, I opened up the sunroof while driving and it flew away. Didn’t even think! Maybe someone else somewhere else needed to be told to GET WELL I also pulled over and got out, without needing to … Read More

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Miami, Art Basel 2017

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I’ve been slammed all week, crashing by 9:30 pm. Was asleep by 8 last night, no joke! Throwing this review up with much more on my mind honestly. Will rewind this week and speak on other things shortly. Just really loved last weekend’s trip and want to properly acknowledge it. When I leave town, or my context or my usual routine of information absorption, I see how easy it is to be oblivious about the world. How much of the world functions without a general idea of what’s going on. The basics; people being basic. There are so many things we can compartmentalize or flamingo. Head in the sand. I haven’t properly journaled in almost two weeks. If you aren’t journaling, it’s … Read More

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