the obamachron be damned.

 four walks today. four walks is a lot now, and with my stricken back it feels like eight. i'm lucky i can pop over to the midway and sit on a bench and let em run. opal is still not quite familiar, and she seems more anxious of late. i say to her i'm anxious too, we just have to work with it, like gravity, inside and out. 

i wonder if gravity is increasing, 

or my skeleton is compacting. 

what if i stopped walking and 

turned into a tree.

 how you feel today? i feel pretty lousy, but it could be much worse.

 

think it's time to end this endless war.

 vote love. choose lula.

 ignorance is a choice.

 it's either a good day or a bad back but i almost forgot about the obamachron shot of the day. i had titled it obama's world, but it's not obama's world, he just acts like it, like all the rich and powerful renegades.

 

sundog, sunset, sunkes, sunset.

 on leaving magic's house i found a white-throated sparrow sitting stunned at the bottom of the stairs. i sat on the bottom step asking are you okay? and i'm not supposed to touch a hurt bird but i felt the need to comfort, maybe myself, and a few minutes later the bird flew a little ways under a bush and i left hoping for the best. 

it may be the end of human civilization and it's probably deserved       and half the birds are endangered too and so it's hard to relax particularly the sacroiliacs.

charles and sammy and charlie. charles is not a charlie. charlie is not a charles. sammy is sammy. i try walking lightly to ease my sacroiliac joints, and while charlie and sammy dance in the ivy a bird shits on my head. i was thinking it's a sign of good luck. r. says the universe is telling me to lighten up. i know, i know, i'm tryin! good luck!

 

 the gangsters of the world are making war and kes is still here watching the sunset.

 well i hope i can do it today. i sneezed and felt shock at the core of my back. imperialism and capitalism are destroying the world. 

 if i could just fucking relax, gnome sane. 

 park humper obamachron.

 thanks be jess is ok. i did a yoga nidra meditation for my back. it didn't dissolve all my tension, but it did some. we did some figure eights after and i'm alternating ice and heat. we gots leftoders so i don't hafta stand in the kitch long. i reckon i'll be fit for 3 dogs thursday. bless jess, bless us all. oh, and snowden got russian citizenship, bless him.

 and then i broke the french press, just when i was washing the glass and thinking how long it has lasted, and it was the good old kind, not the thin glass they give you now, and r. said at least you're not cut, you don't have to cry, it's not the end of the world, and i know it's just a vessel, vessels will break, even strong ones, but my back is in trouble and it feels like the end of the world.

 when you talk to the dog you talk to god and the dog talks back to you in your head in the voice of god and you're a believer. you came all this way, like you came before, and you knew, it's ahright, kid, it's gonna be ok.

 body's in trouble. 

 they're blasting asteroids and making a burning hell on earth. howdy.

 charlie, the infallible. charlie, the greatest kid on earth.

 hello? you see this mouth? it's open. 

i walked charlie gingerly this morning and she was happy even on leash not playing ball sniffing around a new way exploring and we met magic. i have no pictures as i misplaced my memory card which i finally found sitting on a dark tissue box in the closet next to the pain pills. our friends came up and asked why are we sitting down so i told them the short story of my hurt back. on the way back mou's mom lin gave me an ice pad. one more walk with thee charlie and i got my memory card plugged in.

 in truth it will help the new community that displaces the old community, and raise the property values for the wealthy.

 how is taking a public park and raising the cost of living so people have to move going to help the community?

 i read in block club they're launching an investigation. chicago is the most corrupt city in the nation. we shall see if they dare touch the land grab obamachron. 

 there was a segment on gentrification and university city in philadelphia on democracy now and the university of chicago was mentioned but no mention of the obamachron. one day maybe there will be a critical appraisal of the land grab and the engine of gentrification that is the obamachron. 

 how many people have been evicted and displaced by the obamachron?

 good morning. today my back is going to be okay. for two charlie walks and one lulu. the daily om says to imagine your core is bright with light even if you feel darkness encroaching all around you.

 in the illustrations it almost looks pastoral, like a park again. there's a layer of green over the concrete and wires and pipes and mechanical works of the obamachron. i wonder where the roots will go, though, and how the water will respond. 

 Economic growth isn’t working, and it cannot be made to work. Not only in society at large, but also on the left, we are held captive by the hegemony of growth. 

The Future is Degrowth, A Guide to a World Beyond Capitalism

 who is the ultimate invasive species? we have to reckon with this, to save life and community. it's us. 

 i had back spasms last night while watching the falconer. the falconer is a self healer and a healer in the community. after the film my back relaxed. healing is mysterious. this body in the world is mysterious.

 it got cold so fast. i hardly took note of september, now it's nearly past. my back's in protest. i want to hibernate but people can't hibernate, people have to stay up and work. but tonight i pray for rest. 

 

it aims to be a meditation on place. it seems we can never go from after to before except in memory. before there was the obamachron, there was a women's garden, and many sentinel trees. before there were the great lakes there was the great inland sea, and one day going forward it may come back again, like a memory.

 After thousands of years of treating nature and matter as a passive substance, we are feeling the full ecological consequences of this mistake with the destruction of planetary systems we assumed were stable.

• Thomas Nail

Movement

 it's not a natural disaster. 

 my back is stiff and tender. i'm glad i had charlie yesterday. lucky we can just cross the street to the green and play. i dread the day the obamachron starts destroying the midway. i'm not going to move much today. i'll try a little stretching. i got my cozy clothes on. watch tennis, read about the great migration.

 think of what some people go through, a backache is nothing, damn it. 

 it happened before, dugless, remember? and it passed, and you're still here. so relax, toss the ball, gently now, or just sit on the bench and chew some grass. 

 all that other stuff that made us mad don't matter anymore. it's all about my back.