Wow, I'm almost a serious scholar with a very entertaining presentation style. And the tension between the two... that's what I'm teaching.We need information to locate ourselves in the world, but information has to hold our attention long enough to reach us. Distress becomes narrative; analysis acquires rhythm; structural problems become compelling characters in an increasingly unmanageable story. Voluntarily exposing ourselves to what troubles us can then produce its own peculiar pleasure—not necessarily because we enjoy the suffering, but because attention, recognition, understanding, and entertainment have begun vibrating together.This episode tries to interfere with that vibration without pretending it can escape it. If you find yourself enjoying the presentation, perhaps you can observe that enjoyment while it happens. Then you can become critical of it. Then, if things are working properly, you may notice the pleasure of being critical of your own pleasure—and become suspicious of that too.Somewhere inside this recursion are questions about fairness, productivity, privilege, comparison, and what an equity lens reveals when it is turned toward the conditions that make one person appear more successful than another.These aren’t even apples.

What happens when memories formed before language are examined using categories learned much later?This episode approaches pleasure, shame, fantasy, intimacy, and childhood experience as charged material rather than settled evidence. It asks how words such as sexual, innocent, dangerous, wanted, and forced organize memories—and whether imagining force can sometimes provide distance from a desire that once felt impossible to claim.Recorded as an experiment in speaking without an audience, Being Forced is less a conclusion than an attempt to notice what moves when language is dropped into difficult internal terrain.Content note: Contains explicit discussion of sex, childhood bodily exploration, coercive and violent fantasy, shame, and childhood experiences involving adults.

A walk through a park begins with an ethical problem: can you warn someone about an association without giving them the association in the process?From squirrels and rescue helicopters, the monologue wanders through healthcare, public anger, survival, drug use, professional authority, and the endless track humanity keeps building beneath itself. Along the way, an ordinary animal becomes a possible way of remaining aware of an overwhelming world without having to consume the news every day.This is an episode about attention, responsibility, associative thought, and how much reality one nervous system can reasonably be expected to carry.Content note: Contains frank discussion of climate disaster, suicide, HIV/AIDS, sex, incarceration, and drug use.

A day set aside for cleaning the carpets becomes a set of moving field notes on priorities, identity, memory, culture, and the strange mechanics of thought.Priorities, in this episode, are not a system for getting everything done. They are an admission that everything cannot be done—and that choosing one thing means allowing something else to remain unfinished. From there, the monologue moves through the identities other people recognize in us, and the difference between being an artist, an activist, or an anthropologist: not as fixed professions, but as different relationships to experience, interpretation, and the desire to make something happen.What if anthropology begins with the recognition that we live inside cultures rather than directly inside reality? What if perception is less a faithful account of the world than a compressed model built to help us predict what comes next? And what happens when the stories that shaped that model are meaningful, vivid, and personally true—but not necessarily ours to repeat as fact?Running beneath it all is the image of thought as gravity: ideas creating wells in the surface of a life, drawing us back toward them whenever we get moving. Perhaps a thought does not have to be held onto, completed, or captured before it disappears. Perhaps the task is simply to recover momentum and trust that whatever has enough gravity will find us again.Moving Field Notes is an episode about unfinished work, inherited stories, ethical attention, and the possibility that losing the thread is not the same thing as losing what matters.

A brief and necessarily speculative history of dolphin shorts:Dolphin shorts are named not after dolphins but, apparently, after Dolfin, the company that helped popularize the cut: light nylon, contrast binding, rounded corners, side slits, and almost no apparent interest in remaining separate from the runner.The name itself is a slip: one missing letter replaced by an animal. This episode begins with another slip, AA for AI, and spends the rest of its time considering whether mistakes sometimes know where they are going.Short running shorts gathered speed with the running boom. Dolfin’s own history places its rise in track apparel in the late 1970s. This presents a problem for my thesis. Streaking had already become a national craze by the spring of 1974. Dolphin shorts therefore cannot have caused streaking under an orthodox understanding of time.Another explanation is available.Perhaps streaking was market research. The body had identified a demand that manufacturers had not yet learned to meet. People ran naked not because they rejected clothing but because clothing had failed to become sufficiently absent. Once featherweight nylon, curved hems and side slits became widely available, the social emergency subsided.It is only a hypothesis. The methodology is terrible. This episode has room for it.Modern wicking shorts are less flamboyant. They arrive with a practical vocabulary: heat, sweat, ultraviolet light, cooling and range of motion. A person can list these reasons in public. The fabric then encounters the body, and the body may develop an additional opinion for which the product literature has supplied no wording.The episode notices this almost immediately. The speaker says his mind is going somewhere he does not yet feel safe enough to describe. He then talks for a very long time about AA, AI, shame, disclosure, foster care, recovery rooms, imaginary friends, projection, and the strange relief of speaking where the listener cannot be damaged by what they hear. He never returns to finish the sentence about the shorts.Or he never leaves it.For transparency: I eventually told the machine what the missing sentence was. I was afraid it might object. It did not. I then asked it to bury the information inside a tasteful account of dolphin shorts and the streaking craze.You are currently reading the burial site.The question is not whether the shorts caused streaking. They were too late. The question is whether a garment can arrive after an event and reveal what the event had wanted.This episode is about friction. It begins with fabric designed to remove it. Everything that follows may be an attempt to put some back.So, I’m not saying… I am definitely NOT saying that dolphin shorts… or their modern brethren, the wicking short… There is absolutely no pleasure in that. Or codpieces.

What if we do this:Prompt:Next, we need an up to 4,000 character description that can also serve as a kind of a post on Substack. And we're gonna have this picture, right, and this title that they're already gonna be here for. So there's not much you have to do because the picture and the title have already done everything. Like, anyone who clicks OK on this is probably gonna get it. Because, I mean, it's still gonna be uncomfortable, but they're probably gonna get it. And you could even just say that, right? You can even just say, well, if you came here thinking I might be able to tell you something about why you clicked on a title like this, then I think you should just listen to it, because it's for you. As long as it was not an accident that you clicked on this. But if it is an accident, I mean, why not? Go ahead.Response: If you came here thinking I might be able to tell you something about why you clicked on a title like this, I think you should just listen to the episode. It is probably for you.As long as it was not an accident that you clicked on this.But if it was an accident, I mean, why not? Go ahead.I walked home and opened my mouth. Life was hard. A Subaru appeared. Children were threatened with imaginary matches. A stream attempted to escape from concrete. Three A’s assembled an aardvark. The brain constructed a kitchen. Pronouns became the sounds one animal makes so another animal can tell which animal it means.Then some very concerned visitors decided Earth required a brief interruption.No one is harmed. One pigeon alters course but later appears unharmed.It may be uncomfortable. But you have already seen the picture, read the title and clicked anyway.I feel we understand one another.

Hi.If you came here before listening because you thought this description might tell you what the episode is about, I’m afraid you have misunderstood the arrangement.This is for later.Go listen first.Then come back.…Okay.Now.You see why this is called The Case of the Southern Drawl in the Middle.There really isn’t much else I can do for you here.I mean, I could explain the lemons, but that would be insulting.I could explain the middle, but I think we spent quite enough time in it.I could explain the voice, except by the end I’m not entirely sure the voice requires an explanation anymore.And I could probably make some very serious statement about pleasure, usefulness, existential dread, performance, self-consciousness, or what happens when a person stops interrupting themselves long enough to find out where they were already going.But apparently we have stopped doing that.There was a point at which this was an investigation.Then there was a point at which the investigation became evidence.Then the evidence started talking back.Then somebody brought tea.I don’t know.You were there.And if you weren’t there yet, why are you still reading this?Go away.We’ll be here when you get back.Probably with lemons.

Poor Nancy. I had to wait until she was dead to write this, obviously. Wouldn't want to shit on her parade, even if she was going the wrong way on a one-way street.Maybe it was Aries rising. Whatever that means. I'm an Aries, so I could really give a shit about anything. My motto is "I Am!"Just kidding. I wouldn't have been gentle with Nancy, even though her hand was so bony and the secret service. There were some cute guys guarding her. I bet some of them could role play really well. Not that I'm suggesting that at 15 that would have been appropriate. But as a 57 year-old, it's a delicious scenario.Imagine being taken backstage by a cute secret service agent to get that handshake propaganda photo taken. Maybe I'd hang around, ask if I could go into the dark room with the cute secret service agent and watch the photos develop.Honestly, if I'd been able to articulate this at the time, I would have created my own boy band. We'd constantly be fucking each other as we were on tour. Maybe that would have cut down on how many drugs I had to take.

This has been a rollercoaster for me. Everything is. Always performing for an audience's judgement, applause and warmth and maybe I'll even become the king of the universe with my cat! That's a great way to live. Don't you think? Or maybe it's the only way to live... if you're human. Sorry Foucault, maybe society didn't build us a cage... maybe we came with it. Or society is just hacking our built-in cage. Or maybe Foucault already noticed that. Did he? Whether he did or he didn't, isn't it interesting? Shall we put it on a stage with all our stuffed animals watching? I think they would love the show, don't you?

Season 11 has been an eclectic one — a collage of walks, digressions, and small permissions.I didn’t plan it that way; it just kept branching. Every time I thought I’d reached the end of a thought, another entrance appeared.This morning, while trying to tidy my files, I discovered that I already have seven episodes for Season 12. So the paradox continues: zoom in, there’s more; zoom out, there’s more. The archive keeps generating itself.“Shoreline Paradox” feels like the right closing gesture — a footprint and a wandering arrow through cedar light. It’s the sound of someone walking and thinking, not narrating.The cedar forest in the artwork isn’t just scenery. In Coast Salish and other local Indigenous traditions, cedar is a spiritual and cultural cornerstone — used for cleansing, protection, and ceremony. Its bark and boughs carry stories of renewal and continuity. In Metro Vancouver, you can still feel that resonance: the way cedar holds memory without claiming ownership, the way it shelters and releases at the same time.That’s the paradox too — the archive keeps growing, but it’s also a kind of letting‑go.Season 11 ends here, but the walk keeps going.