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      Delores Fisher January 2016, mid-winter break and we are into 2016 with more than a running leap. It's a presidential election year for the somewhat divided-united States of America: class,sub-class, elite-class, gendered, gender neutral, intersex, transexual, bi-racial, multi-racial,  aging--conceived to "transitioning," -- habitated/urban campers/street sleeping homeless, native born/immigrant-in/emigrant out/dual citizen Americans,agnostics, atheist, and believers of too many strata to list---our celebration of a new year 2016 is in process. Enjoying the break, traveling a little, dining out going to invites to openings, previews and celebrations.                                                 On a plane-casual like! I'm visiting a few locales, meditating, walking in crisp early morning sunrise air or late nig...

             Delores Fisher Blogger on an early Morning stroll Jellyfish are visiting the San Diego CA. Broadway Pier and Embarcadero again. Jellyfish appeared to swarm in this same area in 2012. Although I posted about the Black Nettle Jellyfish in July 2012, this was the first time since that year that I have seen any type of jellyfish in such numbers at the pier. http://carpenoctum2.blogspot.com/2012/08/black-sea-nettle-jellyfish-at.html   However, multiple sightings of similar and other jellyfish have increased since 2012. Several have been posted on youtube. 2015 has been an odd weather year for San Diego with heat and odd rainfall days (despite our drought). It is possible that temperature shifts are part of the reason why jellyfish are in our bays and near our beaches.  Our October weather has been unseasonably hot this early fall, similar to temperatures during earlier 2015 seasonal sightings....

                     Delores Fisher Graduate School Years During my initial grad student years, when Alma of Hot Monkey Love Cafe decided to take a chance on me to write interviews and reviews for her website, I got around to concerts quite a lot.  As a Hot Monkey Love Cafe Blues Night and poetry open mic host, I performed and interacted with musicians, composers, poets, prose reader/writers, painters, videographers on stage several nights a week--pure ecstasy! Many artists became more than acquaintances; we kept in touch off stage as well. Like most music grad students, long term immersion in various music scenes was the norm, on the daily. Eventually, in San Diego and parts of LA, word spread that I was  a reviewer as well as a church musician and performance poet (a member of 4nth, a woman's poetry collective). Press kits, and invitations to CD parties, or special gigs arrived weekly via snail mail or on site p...

                            Delores Fisher How does one choose and cultivate identity when emerging from complex realities that defy stereotypical definitions of self hood? Where does one find how to “be” in today’s technological electronic miasma?  What happens to the “me” of my life when I realize a nebulous sense of not belonging, an intersection of multiple realities [i] with a pinch of additional apparent quirkiness attached to my marginalized physical presence which does not graph onto the surface of twenty first century being that embodies the beautiful “it"?  Sadly, our most best friend at dawn’s light and day’s night--the Internet-- has become a hotbed pillow talk companion for oppressive/aggressive Antonin Artaud theater of cruelty . [ii] It’s common place now. We are each other’s objects. Perhaps . . . ...