The Trickster Diaries

I’d read about Ello. Big article in The Guardian of London. It presented itself as the green, commercial free, no personal info sharing or…

Strange. Letters and phone calls once set up physical contact. Now, with email, texting, photo & video sharing, chat, video chat, flesh…

I signed on, created a succinct, honest profile, an avatar — a rather flattering b&w self portrait — and stayed up till 3AM uploading a…

Emojis. Jesus. What horseshit. Like people who go: “Know what I’m sayin’?” Once a guy said that to me and — taking the gamble he wouldn’t…

But there was some seriously decent stuff here, on Ello. And some dead ends too, of course. I mean, there was so much post punk, post glam…

I’m not sure how comfortable I feel divulging more about her personal world — where she lived, her occupation, her passion. Holding on to…

Hanging with Jones was always — ALWAYS — a far more exhilarating and fulfilling experience than hanging with anyone else. El, my mentor at…

Saturday morning, mid January, 2015. Let cats out. Coffee. Hm, nice day. Feed cats. Lock up. Go for a run. On the way home I stop in to…

But not screw Mike, too. Maybe he was right. Maybe ghosts weren’t entities you could track down, corner and kill or release. Maybe that…

Strange. I never even stopped to think what a beautiful arrangement that would be: a come and go as you please friend, lover, muse…