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~calicoyote
I'm a coyote who grew up in Ohio and now lives in San Francisco. I love to write songs, do science, and go to Burning Man and cons. I'm a little new the furry community, it was a surprise to find out I wasn't the only coyote pretending to live among men. How exciting to see other animals walking around town. So happy to meet everyone! *wags*
Someone once told me I look like a brown wolf. They say coyotes don't come from Ohio. Sheesh, can't they see how smart and tricky I am?
Someone once told me I look like a brown wolf. They say coyotes don't come from Ohio. Sheesh, can't they see how smart and tricky I am?
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Recent Journal
Foggy morning
9 years ago
It's a foggy, dreary morning in San Francisco, and for some reason, those are the best ones. An opportunity to cozy up on the couch with my computer, run statistical models, and reflect on the past week.
One of my co-workers, an MIT prof visiting from Boston, told me yesterday that he can't see me without also seeing my giant wolf costume. We talked a little about Anthro New England, the convention I went to last week on the East Coast, and how to build knowledge bridges.
There was a time, not long ago really, where I had so many filters on my experience that such conversations would have made me really nervous. I would have suspiciously combed through every comment, worrying about what each word meant, certain they dripped with meaning. And I'm sure there are people who talk like that out there. In fact, I know that's the case because previously I would attract precisely those people.
But that's in the past, and in the present, I live with extraordinary people for whom love is the anchor and foundation of our daily lives. When I find myself falling back into that hole, I just look back in the mirror, and see what my face looks like when I'm worrying about why someone would hurt me. Do you know what it looks like? It's looks like the same loving face who likes to go out as a big fluffy wolf and who write songs about his walks into work.
I had a dream last night about the long cross-country road trips I used to do with my dad, except this time we were on a train, and it was actually a roller-coaster. The stresses of being a young adult, finding your place, and falling with the wrong people have distracted me sometimes from the rich treasures I've received. For all the problems in the world, I am so grateful for the love I have received from my parents, for the love they have put into me, which shines brightly through my eyes.
As the clouds lift from my experience, and as the clouds descend over my favorite city, I find myself writing songs again. Happy songs about being ready to fall in love again. I'll be playing two of them this Thursday at Sacred Grounds on my ukulele.
The joy of life is just living it. Not trying to win something, justifying my existence as if it exists perilously on the edge between worthwhile and worthless. Some of us are just meant to be big fluffy dogs who play songs, and we can die happy doing it.
Well, that and one more thing. Some of us -- all of us? -- are also meant to love, and it's time to let that back into my heart.
One of my co-workers, an MIT prof visiting from Boston, told me yesterday that he can't see me without also seeing my giant wolf costume. We talked a little about Anthro New England, the convention I went to last week on the East Coast, and how to build knowledge bridges.
There was a time, not long ago really, where I had so many filters on my experience that such conversations would have made me really nervous. I would have suspiciously combed through every comment, worrying about what each word meant, certain they dripped with meaning. And I'm sure there are people who talk like that out there. In fact, I know that's the case because previously I would attract precisely those people.
But that's in the past, and in the present, I live with extraordinary people for whom love is the anchor and foundation of our daily lives. When I find myself falling back into that hole, I just look back in the mirror, and see what my face looks like when I'm worrying about why someone would hurt me. Do you know what it looks like? It's looks like the same loving face who likes to go out as a big fluffy wolf and who write songs about his walks into work.
I had a dream last night about the long cross-country road trips I used to do with my dad, except this time we were on a train, and it was actually a roller-coaster. The stresses of being a young adult, finding your place, and falling with the wrong people have distracted me sometimes from the rich treasures I've received. For all the problems in the world, I am so grateful for the love I have received from my parents, for the love they have put into me, which shines brightly through my eyes.
As the clouds lift from my experience, and as the clouds descend over my favorite city, I find myself writing songs again. Happy songs about being ready to fall in love again. I'll be playing two of them this Thursday at Sacred Grounds on my ukulele.
The joy of life is just living it. Not trying to win something, justifying my existence as if it exists perilously on the edge between worthwhile and worthless. Some of us are just meant to be big fluffy dogs who play songs, and we can die happy doing it.
Well, that and one more thing. Some of us -- all of us? -- are also meant to love, and it's time to let that back into my heart.
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