Radical Embodiment. The first time I heard the term, it raised the hair on my arms. It means different things in different contexts. In the world of artificial intelligence, it’s about the challenges of imbuing cyborgs with an innate sense of embodiment in an unnatural body. In my world, though, AI stands for autoimmunity; decades… Read More Radical Embodiment
As I was scrounging around in my Scrivener archive today, I found this piece I wrote nearly a year ago, in April 2018, as I was gearing up for the Heart of America tour. I’m not sure why I didn’t post it then. It seems even more relevant now that I’m back and have had… Read More Find Myself a City to Live In
Fiona came into my life in 2008. I had just lost my two beloved cats, Maggie and Bebop, who had been with me for 18 years, through graduate school, marriage, divorce. Utterly bereft, I resisted the many well-meaning attempts to give me new cats. One of the biggest cat-pushers in my life was my veterinarian… Read More Fiona the Wonder Pug: Blinded But Not Broken
I didn’t get to see last week’s much-ballyhooed super blue moon-lunar eclipse here on the southern Baja coast. From the time I’d gone to bed to the time my alarm went off at 4:30 am, the night sky was eerily bright but deep cloud cover hid the moon and stars from sight. Still, I hauled… Read More Trust. Magic. Healing.
In 1968, when I was six years old, my family joined the wave of American tourists flooding into Baja after the completion of the new highway. Newly relocated to Orange County from the heart of Illinois, my parents were in love with the sun and surf of California and charmed by a neighbor’s tales of… Read More Baja Bound: Heading Back After 50 Years
Quiet, Please A few years ago I spent six months living in Los Angeles, the city I came of age in, the city I had been trying to get back to for more than two decades. I was there to finish a novel, a project that had been in the works for years, and a… Read More Dark Green Quiet
My family moved a lot when I was growing up, first escaping the Midwest the summer after I finished kindergarten for a year in the sunshine and beaches of Southern California. From there we followed the ever-better job opportunities presented to my father – two years outside Seattle, five years in Livermore and the hinterlands… Read More They call me the wanderer…..
I knew fairly early on in my graduate training that I was not going to follow a conventional academic path. I’d started UW-Madison’s PhD program in women’s history in 1985 on fire with feminism and ready to change the world. By early spring of 1987 I knew I wanted to be “out there” rather than… Read More #alt ac before #alt ac was cool.