It's a nice day here, People.
I’m not taking it lightly. I’m sitting on my porch writing this in perfect California weather. It’s the reason people live here. It’s the calm before the storm here. The firestorm.
I’m trying to stay in the day and appreciate my life despite what my brain wants me to think about. The speculative horror unfolding daily is accelerated by my hungry angry brain and supported by the information I curate on my phone. Fires always. Of all kinds.
Not here on my porch today. Birds are all around. So many kinds. Flocks of green parrots scream by. Crows. Hummingbirds. Mourning Doves. Black Phoebes are shitting all over my front steps from two nests in the point of my front roof. I have to clean it up every two days.
This is the mundanity of life. A good life. This is the pace of what it is. If you separate your actual experience of the reality of your immediate environment and your engagement with it from the fire you set in your brain every day with hundreds of threads of renegade information and pics and vids, the disparity is epic. Building out from the reality of your immediate environment to address issues with collective life is where we should be grounded. Being part of a dangling flaming thread and screaming that its reality is the problem. Everywhere. The flaming threads connecting us is not the foundation of community.
Sorting out what your real issues are, both personal and political from the point of view of your actual life is what is missing. Broken people full of fury and grievance find all types of hot bullshit to attach their victim driven belief system to and find like-minded folks to fuel a movement of insane hostile intent and then claim they are the marginalized. Fertile soil for Fascism. Scary stuff.
It’s still nice out here. Hummingbirds are violent little fuckers.
A coyote was sleeping in my yard the other day. I posted a vid of it on IG. Hundreds of opinions unleashed in the comments. It’s bad, it’s good, it’s sick, it’s cute, it’s dangerous, it’s infected. Everyone thinks they know everything. Most people know nothing. Who wants to admit that? Why not just speculate? Share bits and pieces of bigger things out of context like it's correct.
I immediately became attached to it. My coyote.
Native Americans hang a lot of meaning on coyotes and crows. I’m surrounded by both. Coyotes are tricksters. Crows are symbols of change. Gatekeepers. I’m not sure what that all means in terms of my spiritual life or on the big metaphysical plane but here in the yard I know the coyote won’t trick its way into eating my cats. That’s why I have a catio.
Today I talk to Greg Proops about the tribalization of comedy and its exploitation by the current fascist movement in our country. On Thursday I talk to Jen Statsky who co-created the TV show ‘Hacks.’
Boomer, Monkey and LaFonda live!
Enjoy!
Love,
Maron
My Coyote.
