A couple of days ago, I tweeted “So, according to @wikileaks, @realDonaldTrump has no emails with evidence that he’s a psychotic #sexualpredator #fascist fucktard? Weird!” The next morning, there were responses from the Trump camp saying, “Trump doesn’t use email.” and “You don’t know how wikileaks works.” I immediately blocked those people and deleted the tweet. These TrumpContinue reading “Don’t vote your conscience, vote your vagina.”
Category Archives: Personal
Rockaway Beach, Hurricane Hermine
Maybe it’s because my mother was born there or that it has such a huge Irish history, but I feel at home at Rockaway Beach. To me it’s the perfect mix of a rooted, working class community and surfers. Of old world class and grit with just enough places to get a good cup ofContinue reading “Rockaway Beach, Hurricane Hermine”
The Tragedy of Comedy; Drugs and Depression.
In 1997, I had my first session with a therapist. She regarded me with uncertainty. She looked at me like we were acquaintances out to lunch and I was inappropriately dumping all my shit on her. “Aren’t you going to ask me some questions?” I asked her. “What do you think I should ask?” sheContinue reading “The Tragedy of Comedy; Drugs and Depression.”
Statement for Briant, Rockupation of City Hall, June 1, 2012
In dreams I see myself flying… –Invisible Wounds (Dark Bodies), Fear Factory I know introducing a photo exhibit on Cuban metal with a Fear Factory song is strange.Continue reading “Statement for Briant, Rockupation of City Hall, June 1, 2012”
You Don’t Have to Watch Dynasty
-Jan. 30th, 2011 “I have nothing for you,” said my doctor. “I’m not going to put you on addictive drugs at this point, and you’re already wired.” Last week, I finally admitted to myself that I have ADHD. When I told my doctor, I could tell she wanted to say something quippy but then consideredContinue reading “You Don’t Have to Watch Dynasty”
And the Award Goes to…
A documentary film maker records the present to present the past in the future. We are the Billy Pilgrims of film making. Our schizophrenia doesn’t become apparent until the editing process, if at all. When I set out to document Cuban heavy metal band Escape, I had every intention of approaching the film with theContinue reading “And the Award Goes to…”
Checking in at The End of the World or Happy Father’s Day
A year later, and June is still rainy. I’m back in Jersey City. I’m still gainfully unemployed or almost kind of self employed, (half full in social circles, half empty to qualify me for state aid.) But, I can look back on the last year and know that I followed my passion, my dreams.I wasContinue reading “Checking in at The End of the World or Happy Father’s Day”
Tracey Noelle 