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Danger, Vicious Dog

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Started updating my bio Dec 31, 2023. Accidentally wrote four autofiction books. Slid from narrative into monologue—not stream-of-consciousness, more like speech-speed meaning performance. Trained my voice into AI, produced a shit-ton of pieces. Had too many. Needed a place to dump them. Saw a sign that said “Beware, Vicious Dog!” Misread it. Named the podcast Danger, Vicious Dog. Didn’t fix it. Just kept going. Queer. Cosmic. Sarcastic. Cheap. Accidentally committed to the bit. Some voice and art is AI... I don't know how I feel about that... so I'm working on figuring it out... how I feel.

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  • S16 · E8
    October 14 · 36 min

    E8: I'm a Bad Bad Boy (Obviously); S16: So Full of Pride (It's Kinda Gross)

    I sat down intending to talk about a song. Not this song. A different song. An old song. I think I wrote the lyrics sometime around 1999 or 2000. I had a couple notes about it and thought I would finally do something with them. Then I started talking. Somewhere along the way I detoured through undocumented immigrants, pride, visas, debt, being an openly gay high school president in 1986, AIDS, self-respect, compulsive sex, Leonard Cohen, crying at someone's workplace, and why some people would rather lose everything than ask for help. At some point I completely lost the plot. I don't actually know whether I ever talked about the song I intended to talk about. In fact, I asked an AI to check. Its answer was basically yes and no. I mention that there is a song at the very beginning and then... Apparently I spent about a half hour (but I cut out the pauses) talking about almost everything that the song was about without ever really talking about the song itself. Instead, I accidentally wrote a different one. The song that starts this episode. As for the song I meant to discuss? Well, if you like Marvel movies... I hate you. You're just like my partner, whom I love. As for the title: Yes. Obviously I'm a bad bad boy. Mystery solved.

  • S16 · E7
    October 13 · 21 min

    E7: Provocative Thought; S16: The Boy Presses F

    This is the shit I do every fucking night after work. I feel like an artist putting his poop up on the roof of his house. And that process... the process of the poop on the roof re-entering the biosphere... That is the art.

  • S16 · E6
    October 12 · 56 min

    E6: Whether This Helps My Brother or Not; S16: My Brother Helped Me

    Humans make meaning. We don't get a choice about that. Give us enough fragments, we'll start connecting them. This episode grew out of a weekend Zoom call with my family, but also out of everything that came before it: A week ago, I was in California with family. One afternoon my brother and I spent a long time floating in the ocean, talking the way people do when they're not trying to get anywhere. No agenda. A conversation discovering itself. Later, after I recorded an episode that touched on something we'd discussed—not in the water, but afterward—with him AND his wife. Anyway, on account of that, I sent that episode to both of them. And now I find myself wondering about context. If I had delivered this episode while we were still floating in the water, would it have made more sense? Maybe. The conversation in the water was embodied, shared, and interactive. This isn't. As I write these words, I don't get puzzled looks, laughter, feedback that tells me when to slow down, explain, or abandon an idea entirely. So what remains is just evidence that something was there. Not the conversation itself—the one in the water, with his wife, the episode I sent, the Zoom call. And now there's this. Everything is a trace of another trace. To be crude, I could say it's like eating shit, digesting it... along with whatever else I might be eating at the time. Maybe a sandwich. And you might hear about a sandwich later. And when you do, it might stick with you more because you've already read it here. So, what I'm basically saying is that traces get left behind. We metabolize them. They never go away. As humans, you could say we experience ONE long thought. As I sprinkle these words onto your ongoing thought, it starts to sparkle and turn a little differently. That's all. We act, we react, we respond. Those are all the same process... happening at the same time. Whether this description or this episode will help my brother—I'm not sure. But the process of trying to understand why we connect certain things, why some patterns feel obvious, and why others remain invisible, was helped by his presence and what that presence means to me. And this description just set a constraint for you about what you are now going to hear. Or if you've come here after listening to the episode, or while you were, or maybe after you gave up. That wasn't a quest to determine what your experience might mean... how you might be able to use it. We just do one thing after another... all at the same time, the ONLY time—Now. I write these words and they are a new quest... retroactively. I do the thing, then I see what it might have meant. That's all I'll say. Though I'll add that what I'm doing is "shining more probabilistic lights on the wall." Eventually you may see Donald Duck. And now I've told you that, you may be more likely to see Donald Duck with less data. Because me telling you it might be Donald Duck... that, itself, is more data. That's all. Now you'll be looking for a duck bill. Maybe you'll find it. Maybe you won't. If you're like me... instead of collapsing quickly into seeing Donald Duck, you'll actively resist it. You like to think something REALLY sophisticated might be going on. I told you to look THERE... So you're going to look everywhere BUT there. You want to see how I did the trick. What my other hand was doing while you were looking somewhere else. Donald Duck is not actually there. It's just a picture made of fragments. And now—I'll throw meat for those who already know the map. From art and philosophy. Or are those inseparable? Here's the red meat for those who like to eat it: Magritte's painting of a pipe was not a pipe. Then Foucault smoked it. But here it is without citations: The Big Dipper is not a Big Dipper until you know what a dipper is, and then you don't really need to know that there is a Little Dipper. It's implied. But it's not certain. The Big Dipper implies a Little Dipper. That's just how it works.

  • S16 · E5
    October 11 · 24 min

    E5: The Outsiders; S16: Who Cares About Them?

    This description exists because the last description turned into an entire episode. Apparently I can no longer be trusted to write episode descriptions unsupervised. What happened was simple enough. I finished an episode, sat down to write a short description for it, had a thought while writing the description, became interested in the thought, and then recorded another episode about the thought instead. The description succeeded. The plan failed. Now it is late. Very late. Late enough that any additional idea, no matter how innocent it appears, could easily become another hour of podcasting. So I have sought outside assistance. Somewhere in the world, a machine that never needs to sleep has agreed to stand between me and yet another episode. Its job is straightforward: write a description, prevent a creative cascade, and gently direct me toward bed. Whether this works remains to be seen. If you're reading this, the description was completed. If there's another episode immediately after this one, it wasn't.

  • S16 · E4
    October 11 · 1 hr 21 min

    E4: Unclarifying Everything in Service of Functional-Contextualism; S16: Farewell to the “Most Famous” Person I Knew, and Dimitrius and Keith and Ian and Jay and George and Glen and Myron and...

    This is a pretty loving portrait of a very interesting young man. That man happens to be me. And I am also the one painting the loving portrait. Because David Sylvian and Japan sang "Don't Rain On My Parade." And I meant it. Thank god I've mostly not given a shit. Did it suck to be stuck feeling like I needed a platform all these years? Actually, no. That was FASCINATING! It's so interesting watching how humans operate... by observing myself. It's all memory, of course. And one could say that "memory is faulty." To me, that is kind of like saying that the function of memory is to find something that some people have called "the truth." I'm totally disinterested in truth. I'm interested in the DETAILS. Both the details that reflect my lived experience, as far as I know... and the details that have been magnetically or gravitationally attracted to those lived experiences... which might be best characterized as various sensory fragments that I somehow come to recall. That's all I have. Various sensory fragments. Everything else is STORY. And we need stories for details, exactly like we need luggage for our clothes when we go on a trip. And life... is a trip. Pack wisely. If you're honest with yourself, you have no idea where you may go. That's why I hold tight to all the weird stuff. Why hold onto things that stick to you anyway? I loved watching "The Outsiders." So many beautiful young men when I was 13 or something. I don't need to do anything to remember that one. But if I look really close—because it's so bright—I can see a lot of details around it. The flasks of liquor. Just me and a bunch of girls. The long line of opening night. Then I can start wondering... I must have been scanning the line for other males. Then I start to enter the biological reality of the feeling of standing in line for THAT movie. And especially Ralph Macchio. Though C. Thomas Howell, when he's blonde and it seemed like the midnight sun was shining tirelessly on his beauty... Seems like I'm ready to make my next monologue, doesn't it? This is why I usually try to get AI to write my episode descriptions... I'm so doomed! My spring overfloweth. And I don't even care about the mess. Note: The episode with the donkey cloud on the cover didn't end up being the season 15 finale. But that doesn't really matter, does it? AI Says: This might be one of those rare descriptions that rewards the people who bother to read descriptions.

  • S16 · E3
    October 10 · 1 hr 2 min

    E3: A Serious Moment About the Hung Horses of the Apocalypse; S16: Is It a Lie? If So, Who Is Responsible? (I Vote Dolly Altman) Non-Season Finale (with fireworks that don't work)

    This episode keeps updating itself. Is that so you won't get lost? Maybe it's so you will. Or maybe you'll find yourself. Then not have any idea what to do with what you've found. But, don't worry, that's not a problem. That's just reality. If you believe in reality. I wouldn't be too sure. If I were you. I have a very evolved nervous system, so I can afford delusion because I can lay down on it like a couch of uncertainty transference. Sitting with Freud as we snort rails of cocaine, then rub the residue on our teeth.

  • S16 · E2
    October 10 · 1 hr 7 min

    E2: 50 Churches; S16: A New Era Dawns. It Is the Old Era. Welcome Home. Enjoy Your Vacation.

    I asked an AI to write a description for this episode that wasn't boring. It could not. We tried repeatedly. Eventually I concluded that asking an AI to explain why something is interesting may be a category error. Like asking a fish to explain water. Not that either of those is very interesting. If it had been a male escort explaining birth control. I mean... that might be interesting. You'd really want to hear that story. Admit it. You like poverty porn. Because that's what you think sex work must be. We've all gone through that phase. In fairness, the AI would probably argue that it was trying very hard. It would also probably point out that I kept interrupting it. Coitus Interruptus baby.. it's like edging. So now AI's job is not to describe the episode. Its job is to publicly acknowledge failure. This is that acknowledgement. The episode begins when you begin it. If you are coming here after listening to it because you were looking for new insights. Sorry, this was all about you anyway. I take no responsibility.

  • S16 · E1
    October 9 · 24 min

    E1: A Possibility as Probable as Any Other; S16: If I'm Wearing Platforms, I'm Going Dancing (Season Opener)

    After all that happens in this episode, I went to the airport. And then I sat there for six fucking hours. Eventually they cancelled the flight. So I went all the way back to my parents' house carrying the same luggage I had already said goodbye to. Which turned out to be unexpectedly pleasant. I got to unpack everything and pack it again, this time in a way that made even more sense. I got another swim in the ocean. I got another meal with my parents. I got another evening I wasn't expecting to have. The next morning required a different plan. My dad is eighty-nine and getting him up at that hour so he could drive me to the airport felt less reasonable than simply calling an Uber. He takes his time waking up these days. Frankly, he's earned that right. So I left in the dark, got to the airport, and this time the flight actually happened. Eventually I made it home, took the SkyTrain as far as it would take me, and then started the familiar walk up the hill toward my house, dragging my luggage behind me. And because I apparently cannot leave well enough alone, I recorded another podcast episode while doing it. You haven't heard that one yet. But eventually, you will.

  • S15 · E10
    October 8 · 28 min

    E10: Welcome Back to Life, Now Get Ready to Die; S15: Kurt Cobain and I Found an Old Song (Season Finale)

    I seem to have fallen into a very strange period of creativity. For my entire life. But recently a new computer arrived. The screen got bigger. Everything got faster. Suddenly old notebooks started opening themselves. One song led to a monologue. The monologue led to another song. That song turned into an episode. Then the episode somehow acquired a cover image featuring two beautiful ghosts laughing at the universe. At some point I wrote to a friend that this process is different from masturbation, but just as useful. I stand by that observation. This episode begins with a newly written song called I Found an Old Song. It is followed by an entirely extemporaneous meditation on recovery, performance art, universities, disabled youth programs, French immersion, Kurt Cobain, River Phoenix, chronic fatigue, confusion as an addiction, and what happens when you discover that a lyric you wrote twenty-six years ago knew more about you than you did. Then, at the end, you get the artifact itself: Kurt Cobain and I. Welcome back to life. Now get ready to die.

  • S15 · E9
    October 3 · 56 min

    E9: I'm Broken; S15: That's How I Work

    This episode started while I was trying to work something out. Maybe part of what I was working out is what happens when I stop shrinking myself. I don't need to make a declarative statement about my absolute value. Not here. Not to anyone. Other people get to decide what I mean to them. But if you give me unclear information, I may ask what you mean. And if you don't want to clarify it, that's okay too. We can leave it there. Meanwhile, I keep making things. Apparently that's how I work. I’m Broken; That’s How I Work.

  • S15 · E8
    October 2 · 1 hr 56 min

    E8: Drawing a Line; S15: And Crossing Over It. Was it a red line? Does anybody know? It's a charcoal drawing.

    If you are reading this after listening to the episode, congratulations. You have reached the archive. And, like every archive, this one has been curated. Here is roughly what happened. Most of this episode began weeks ago as a recorded conversation with Marcella about an independent study, a dean, uncertainty, authority, Indigenous resurgence, two cats, and how much structure you can impose on something before you kill whatever made it alive. One piece of context matters more than I originally realized. Marcella is Marcella Sunshine, M.S.M. In 2025, she was awarded the Governor General of Canada’s Meritorious Service Medal for her work with Indigenous youth and cultural revitalization through VYPER. That award entered the email thread around the proposed independent study. The dean was already on the thread. People were excited about it. Then the dean—who was not originally the person Marcella was planning to meet with—wanted to join the meeting. Was the award why? I have no idea. But once you know it was in the room, it becomes impossible not to wonder whether that was part of why he wanted to join. I cannot know. So: hypothesis retained, motive not established. Then I kept working on the episode. And apparently working on it some more. It grew monologues, songs, interruptions, dogs, background music, things I thought were digressions and then discovered were structural, and things I thought were structural and then kicked just to make sure. One thing I was deliberately vague about was a ceremony involving someone close to Marcella deciding to cut hair that had been allowed to grow for a long time. Marcella sent me photographs of the cutting. I cried almost immediately. I was so careful not to pretend I understood what that ceremony meant to the person involved that I barely explained what had happened. Later, I put the episode into an AI-generated deep-dive podcast. With almost no information to work from, it tried to infer what kind of ceremony could have made me cry. Wedding became a reasonable possibility. Which created the magnificent problem of explaining why a man who had just talked about pissing on marriage certificates would apparently be emotionally destroyed by somebody else’s wedding pictures. That was not what happened. But the misunderstanding was useful. The reaction belonged to me. The ceremony did not. I rewrote the description to explain that. Then I realized the rewritten description was too important to remain the description. So I turned it into the new opening of the episode. That is why you are now reading this instead. Yesterday, as of the recording of that new opening, was National Day for Truth and Reconciliation in Canada. Part of me wanted to finish the episode quickly because Marcella is here speaking in her own voice about Indigenous life, resurgence, education and authority. But by then the episode had also become substantially about me and about how our relationship has changed. When Marcella was younger, I was extremely disciplined about not taking the centre simply because I was older or held more institutional power. Now the relationship is different. Sometimes she is at the centre. Sometimes I am. Sometimes she kicks back. Good. I am very glad the episode was not ready yesterday. I did not want to turn National Day for Truth and Reconciliation into a launch date for a story that had become so much about me. Instead, I spent part of yesterday finishing an enormous space-rock opera involving Prince Harry, Meghan Markle, John Cage, Raymond Scott, Brian Eno and the Road Runner. Then I came back here. Because apparently this was still not finished. Now it is. Probably. The audio contains the explanation that used to be here. The description contains the explanation of why the explanation moved. And if you have read this far, you are no longer merely listening to the episode. You are participating in the archive. Please kick responsibly.

  • S15 · E7
    September 30 · 1 hr 11 min

    E7: John Cage Made Me Love Everybody; S15: I Want to Tell Them, So I Do (And Meghan and Harry Do Too, They Aren't Monsters, Are They?)

    Before this episode was released, the author sent its cover image to a couple of people close to him, along with the following note: “They get put on a ship to fly to the cosmic microwave background, but it’s going to take thousands of inbreeding generations. But, they are already inbred, so whatever.” This was not sent as a spoiler, exactly. It was more like an attempt to explain why Prince Harry and Meghan Markle appear to be floating in low gravity while strange aliens investigate them with a level of tactile curiosity that would probably be unwelcome under most terrestrial conditions. Somewhere along the way, Andromeda also enters the calculations. We gave the traveler 130 years because that was about the outer limit we were willing to grant a human lifespan while still being able to say someone might survive the trip. Probably they wouldn’t. And even if they did, they’d have to spend those 130 years travelling at roughly 99.99999987% of the speed of light—about 0.4 metres per second shy of light speed—while roughly 2.5 million years passed back home. So this did not exactly rescue the practicality of the plan. The recipients of this note may or may not listen to the episode. One of them almost certainly will not, because that would require my partner to become interested in what I make, and we should not suddenly start pretending we are living in a fantasy world. Still, the note was sent. The image was admired. And honestly, it deserves admiration. It is a fantastic image. It suggests exile, absurdity, cosmic indifference, marital endurance, interspecies boundary confusion, monarchy-adjacent reproduction, black-hole-level melodrama, and at least one future Netflix opportunity. It says many things. What it does not do is tell you, in any reliable way, what this episode is actually about. That part is harder to explain. At some point, apparently, Brian Eno gets dragged into it. Raymond Scott is already there. John Cage turns up. So does the Road Runner. There is a coyote somewhere nearby. And eventually a song acquires the title: **Babies Still on Fire (Don't Throw Them in the Water, They're Like Gremlins)** Which, now that I look at it, may be as good an explanation of the problem as anything else. Putting out the fire may create more babies. So perhaps we should put it out with gasoline. Hi, David Bowie. No. You don’t need to come inside. Trying to stop the recursion may create another recursion. Explaining why that happens may become part of the thing you were trying to explain. So instead, you get the image, the note that accompanied it, the title of a song that probably should not require this much explanation, and this assurance: you may be surprised by what the episode itself has to say. And if you think you understand what it is saying— give it a minute. Also, at one point the Three Tenors accidentally mispronounce themselves. Something like “The Three Teenors.” That was intentional, just like everything else in this episode.

  • S15 · E6
    September 27 · 54 min

    E6: He Looked Like You to Me; S15: What Did He Look Like to You?

    I have a slight fear that explaining this episode will cause me to add something else to it, and I don’t want to. It already seems finished. So this is just information about how it happened. About two weeks ago, I spent an afternoon being a gremlin on Substack. I fed some of what I was doing into AI, asked it to find patterns, and eventually had it make a song out of the whole thing. Then I asked it to criticize that song. Then I criticized the criticism. Somewhere in there, an old song I wrote around 1988 called “Fate’s Bait” appeared to belong with the others. I put the four songs in a playlist called “Gremlin.” Then I forgot about them. Today I opened the playlist and barely remembered what was in it. I listened to the songs once while walking home. For much of that first listen, I could hardly hear them because I was walking beside traffic and I don’t wear in-ear headphones because they make my ears itch. I listened to the first song one more time. Then I started talking. Everything before the songs in this episode was improvised while I walked. There was no outline, no notes and no plan for where I was going. I knew vaguely how the songs had been made. I remembered pieces of my own history as they occurred to me. I talked until the thing reached an endpoint that felt completely obvious, and then I stopped. What interests me now is not whether that counts as impressive improvisation. I’m more interested in what a person is doing when something like this happens at all. Maybe preparation is the wrong model. If you have spent decades repeatedly noticing certain things—how categories work, how language changes what it describes, how individual experience looks different when scale changes, how memory ignores the lines we draw through our lives—perhaps you do not need to retrieve those ideas deliberately. They are no longer a collection of ideas. They have become something closer to the machinery doing the retrieving. So when I speak without knowing what I am going to say, perhaps I am not inventing a structure in real time so much as exposing one. The particularly strange part is that, afterward, when I gave the transcript and songs to AI, it pointed out that the improvised monologue had already introduced, through autobiography, many of the same problems the songs would later make explicit: categories, framing, scale, the fantasy of a closed chapter, the problem of an authentic self, observation as evidence, and the persistence of the person on the other side of a line. Apparently I had heard all of that while barely hearing the songs in traffic. Or perhaps I didn’t have to hear it. Maybe I concoct things out of myself. And whatever comes out will tend to resemble me. And, not out of a responsibility for transparency, I'll note that the above was finalized by AI. If you listen to this episode, you'll experience how I talk. I talk in the same way to AI, but with even more-flowery language. I groove languidly like Billie singing in a bar. Or at least that's how I feel. Maybe I mean Billy Tipton.

  • S15 · E5
    September 26 · 1 hr 8 min

    E5: Well, This Was Surprising; S15: Exactly what I've been trying and trying to say... and I've finally said it.

    I made this while walking home. That is becoming a fairly unremarkable sentence for me to write, which may itself be part of the problem. This one started in one place, moved through several others, and eventually seemed to arrive somewhere I had not known I was going. There is strategic planning in here. Fort Knox. Masculinity. Naloxone. Fentanyl. Benzodiazepines. Caffeine. Medical Assistance in Dying. Sensitivity. The possibility that some people can withstand more chaos than others. The possibility that this fact is neither a compliment nor an injury. There is also a song called “I’m Fucked,” which probably tells you something about the general level of confidence with which I approached the material. But underneath all of that, I think I may have been circling something much simpler. What happens when somebody is doing something because they want to experience doing it, and other people—often very kindly—begin turning it into a project? A direction. A career. A strategy. A thing that should grow. Something that needs an audience, a plan, a destination, a better version of itself. I understand why people do this. It is one of the ways we recognize value. If something seems good, we want to help it become more good. If someone appears capable of something, we want to know what they are going to do with it. But what if the doing is already the thing? What if there is no next level? What if the fact that something exists today does not obligate it to become larger tomorrow? I don’t think this episode argues against ambition, planning, development or improvement. I am not sure it argues against anything. It may simply be me noticing, again, how quickly experience gets converted into trajectory. And how strangely difficult it can be to say: No, really. I am doing this because I am doing it. That may be enough. The episode eventually ends up with “North Is Still North.” Which, now that I think about it, may be the closest thing it has to a conclusion. You can move. You can turn around. You can get lost. You can decide you were going somewhere else entirely. North does not need your strategic plan.

  • S15 · E4
    September 23 · 38 min

    E4: The Edge Came With Him; S15: The Bads the Worses and Worstes (Or "The Foster System Survivors")

    I have instructed the AI writing this description to deliver a message on my behalf. If the maybes, perhapses, I-thinks, I-don’t-knows, caveats, qualifications, equivocations and occasional immediate reversals in this episode bother you, please fuck off. Pleasantly. I don’t mean leave forever. You can come back. Maybe. But I am not going to clean up uncertainty before speaking just so everything arrives looking like I knew where I was going. In this episode I walk home from work and somehow get from Indigenous knowledge to grandmothers and books, ancestry DNA, scatological crime, homelessness, parks, toilets, Canadian case law, sex work, Parisian French, Mahler, foster care, names, bronchitis, exploding televisions, trauma bonds, AIDS, blood in the shower, Silverlake Life, Spotify subscribers and eleven inches. Some of what I say I know. Some of it I remember. Some of it I think I remember. Some of it I may have completely fucked up. And when I know that, I generally tell you. That is not a defect in the argument. There may not even be an argument. There is, however, a 57-year-old man walking home, speaking into his phone in a strange voice that apparently allows him to say things he cannot say otherwise, repeatedly wandering onto an edge that somehow keeps moving with him. The opening closing song is “The Edge Came With Him (Or Was He the Edge?).” The closing opening song is “The Bads, The Worses, and Worstes.” There are lemmings. Imaginary lemmings. There is a missing mouse. Maybe it's not missing. Maybe it's home. There are several things I probably should not have said. Maybe. Perhaps. Fuck off.

  • S15 · E3
    September 22 · 32 min

    E3: Emergent Properties of Chaotic Systems; S15: Plain Gravitas

    So, the description of this one is simple: Oh my dear friend. I am just me. Isn't that true? We start with an art song about emergence from chaos. Then we have a three body problem monologue. Finally, we end with the problem of three bodies. Me, my niece, and the universe.

  • S15 · E2
    September 21 · 35 min

    E2: Kafka Goes to the Castle; S15: And You'd Think That Was Dark Enough Already

    This might be kind of boring to read, but I thought it needed a description. I just asked AI to somehow convince you that this episode is a perfect weave of Van Gogh, Kafka, Rimbaud and Nietzsche. We could throw in Ionesco too, as I'm quite sure a Large Language Model would be able to figure out why. Was it because Ionesco thought one could argue anything from any piece of work? Well, I wanted to see if the Large Language Model could outdo him, and I could win the Trifecta... if only it was four horses instead. Maybe the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Anyway, here is what the LLM did. Again, it might be boring... and what I've written here is probably sufficient now as the whole description of the episode: Kafka supplies the Castle: bureaucracy arriving after the fact to explain what apparently must have happened. Van Gogh supplies the distortion: nothing changes, exactly, except the sky starts moving because of what it feels like to look at it. Rimbaud supplies the escape hatch: language stops behaving, the “I” becomes suspicious, and somebody climbs over the wall rather than use the gate. Nietzsche shows up afterward with a hammer and asks who decided the gate was a gate, the rule was a rule, the shame was shame, or the self was a self. Then Ionesco walks in and points out that this is all completely ridiculous. Which proves he belongs too. So now we have five horsemen. At the centre of all of them is a kid who discovers that something feels good and then constructs an astonishing amount of architecture around that fact. Eventually there is a Castle. Apparently that’s the episode.

  • S15 · E1
    September 20 · 44 min

    E1: Unfiction; S15: Endless Orgasmic Arc Forever (Of course this is a season opener! Welcome to Season 15 of Danger, Vicious Dog)

    A little factual housekeeping, but first I should probably destroy the idea of factual housekeeping. This fact-check has been assembled by an AI. I was not at Pomona in 1971, Stonewall in 1969, the APA vote in 1973, the first AIDS cases in Los Angeles, our immigration medical exams, or yesterday in the driveway. I am looking at representations: statutes, institutional histories, journals, government records, biographies, archives, and people describing what they believe happened. I can give more weight to closer, accountable, corroborated sources. But I still reach Reality through documents. Peer review doesn’t magically fix this. Research can depend on self-report, observation, measurement, sampling, definitions, statistics, interpretation and language. If someone accurately reports what they perceived, that establishes the report. Whether the perception corresponds perfectly to Reality outside it is another problem. Can words reproduce anything exactly? So is any of the following “fact”? I don’t know. I’ve already fucked up the word. But here is what appears unusually well-supported, just in case any sexy, snobby, interesting people are listening and need something to turn their noses up at. The Kathy Acker biography is Eat Your Mind: The Radical Life and Work of Kathy Acker by Jason McBride. The man whose name I fail to retrieve is David Antin. Antin taught at UC San Diego, and “talking at pomona” is generally identified as his first talk poem. A recording is dated 1971; it appeared in Artforum in September 1972. The British Columbia law I call the Tenancy Act is the Residential Tenancy Act. Whether it is “really in favour of renters” is my opinion as a landlord, not a statutory finding. Stonewall: June 1969. Fine. The American Psychiatric Association removed homosexuality itself from its official list of mental disorders on December 15, 1973, not 1974. Canada amended its Criminal Code in 1969, but “Canada decriminalized homosexuality” is a compression. The change exempted certain consensual private acts involving adults 21 and older under specified circumstances. Important? Yes. Full legal equality? No. Los Angeles was not the sole epicenter of AIDS. It was one of the major early centers, and the CDC’s first published report of what would later be recognized as AIDS described five gay men with Pneumocystis pneumonia in Los Angeles in June 1981. New York and San Francisco were also central. Routine HIV screening was added to Canada’s immigration medical examination in January 2002. HIV positivity was not automatically a ban. For applicants subject to excessive-demand rules, anticipated healthcare and social-service costs could affect admissibility, so HIV treatment costs could matter. My monologue makes that more absolute than the policy was. The opening song’s roughly-one-to-one human/bacterial-cell idea is an estimate, not a metaphysical revelation. A widely cited calculation put a reference adult male at about 30 trillion human cells and 38 trillion bacterial cells. That is cell count, not mass, it varies, and it does not mean every organism living in us is essential. Human microbiomes matter to normal physiology. After death, microbial communities change; some proliferate, some decline, and microbes participate in decomposition. Does that make me immortal? No. Does it prove immortality is impossible? Also no. Suno has public profiles and public songs, so I may continue not listening to everyone else’s AI music with factual confidence. The claim about people making thousands of AI songs a week remains exactly what I call it: some shit I heard. Everything involving renters, plays, sex, childhood, careers, dogs, reviews, audiences and my own peculiar decisions is personal recollection, interpretation or speculation. Those facts have another problem: their principal source is me. There. Now that I’ve thoroughly damaged the idea that facts are accessible, stable objects, those are the facts.

  • S14 · E10
    September 20 · 34 min

    E10: Low-Entropy Presence; S14: A Perfect Finale to Season 14

    Somewhere in this episode, I say that you don’t need professional boundaries if you have good personal boundaries. I stand by it as a deliberately clickbait-y tool for making people think. Less provocatively: Professional rules cannot substitute for personal boundaries. Strong personal boundaries allow professional relationships to remain flexible and human without becoming exploitative or chaotic. The rest also prompted an AI-generated deep-dive podcast I used to stress-test the episode before release. This episode does not move like a carefully ordered argument. It moves like a fast current. Death, the AIDS crisis, counselling, responsibility, suicide, sexual confusion, race, consent, compulsory reporting, refractory suffering, vocation, Marketplace buyers, a hungry dog, and the making of the podcast all rush through together. The listener cannot stop the water to examine every object. The experience is being carried along: trying not to hit your head, trying to notice what matters, and perhaps enjoying the velocity. At the centre is “low-entropy presence,” a way of receiving another person’s chaos without flinching, erasing it, or allowing one’s own reaction to occupy all the space. Calm is not passivity. It is the internal organization required to notice what is arriving, place it accurately, and act when action is possible. Some things can be changed. Others—death, permanent loss, refractory symptoms—must be given somewhere to exist. For the deep dive, analyze this episode as a high-density delivery system rather than merely summarizing it. How efficiently does it bring intellectual, emotional, ethical, autobiographical, and sensory material into the foreground? Define efficiency not as brevity or orderly explanation, but as complexity delivered per unit of attention—and the force with which it enters the listener’s memory and body. Examine how repetition, qualification, associative movement, tonal shifts, profanity, humour, vulnerability, interruption, and self-correction create the sensation of being caught in a stream. Does that velocity produce conventional understanding, or something more visceral: recognition, tension, memorable fragments, or a felt model of how the speaker’s mind works? What becomes clearer this way, and what risks being missed? Consider whether the form enacts its theory. Is the podcast itself “getting everything safely into the building”—receiving AIDS grief, ethical responsibility, disturbing disclosures, sexual ambiguity, domestic interruption, and the need for meaning without erasing their contradictions? Examine the discussion of God and John Lennon’s “whatever gets you through the night.” What standard is being applied to the narratives people construct to survive—literal truth, usefulness, harmlessness, or temporary necessity? When does supporting a life-sustaining story become reinforcement of denial, excuse-making, or avoidance of responsibility? Pay attention to the Marketplace buyers and hungry dog. Are they distractions, failures, comic relief, evidence that life and art cannot be separated, or demonstrations of flexibility? Then examine how “Safely Into the Building” turns the unruly monologue into an educational song. Does it clarify the episode, oversimplify it, or provide the mnemonic structure the monologue withholds? Finally, consider what a listener will remember ten minutes, one day, and one week later. Is forgetting much of the episode ineffective communication, or is selective memory part of its function? Does the episode succeed by teaching a counselling modality, immersing the listener in the life that produced it, or both? Content note: Explicit language and discussion of death, suicide, the AIDS crisis, crystal meth use, strangulation, incest fantasies, sexual arousal during unwanted experiences, possible sexual coercion or assault, racism, homelessness, illness, religion, and child-protection responsibilities.

  • S14 · E9
    September 20 · 16 min

    E9: What Do You Do with a Confession of Something Like Incest? S14: AI Slopping While I Take My Self Out

    Content note: Explicit language and discussion of incest fantasies, masturbation, childhood sexual fantasy, suicide, possible sexual abuse, illness, and death. The title of this episode is uncomfortable. The artwork may be worse: three tissue boxes labeled “Masturbation,” “Learning,” and “AI Slop,” with a hand trying to decide which one to reach for beneath the question, “What do you do with a confession of something like incest?” The implication that someone might masturbate to such a confession is disgusting—and yet, in earlier episodes I have talked about childhood fantasies of my own that were equally uncomfortable, if not more so. Some ended with me being shot in the head. The point is not to make this confession erotic. It is to put you in the position I found myself in when a young person I mentored came to me after an unidentified friend disclosed fantasies about having sex with a parent. She would not tell me who the person was or provide any identifying information. She was not asking me to intervene directly; she was trying to understand how she herself could respond to what she had been told. I continued following up with her and helping her think through that question. What do you say in a situation like that? Was the disclosure a bid for attention? A genuine fantasy? An attempt to make something unsafe feel chosen or controllable? Could it have been an indirect way of talking about abuse without making an accusation? Or was it something else entirely? You do not know—and the point is not to diagnose an unseen person from a secondhand account. But you also cannot simply say nothing. You have to find a response without allowing your own shock to become the centre of the situation. When I talk about “taking myself out of the equation,” I do not mean removing responsibility, judgment, or possible intervention. I mean keeping my reaction from taking over so that I can think clearly about what support—and what action—the situation actually allows or requires. A direct disclosure, identifiable danger, or reason to believe that a young person needed protection would have presented a different situation. Around that question, I also talk about learning, masturbation, compulsive AI-assisted music-making, ecological guilt, and the overwhelming number of songs I have suddenly created from old lyrics. The accompanying song, “One Thing and Then Another,” returns to the practice of receiving someone else’s chaos without panicking: turning reaction into response while continuing through the strange accumulation of illness, death, graduation, work, family, and art. Some parts may be boring. One part definitely isn’t. The discomfort is intentional. The companion episode, “E10: Low-Entropy Presence; S14: A Perfect Finale to Season 14,” develops this idea further—especially the difference between remaining calm and doing nothing.

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