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#hawmc Day 12 says stream of consciousness. i say scream. here goes. i frankly don’t care if you find my language offensive. i grew up with a fighter pilot as a father, he taught me ferocity and i’ve never un-learned it. i worked and lived in new-york-city for manymany years, including manymany years in live/national/international tv news. if you think that doesn’t make you learn the brooklyn alphabet, you’re fucking crazy. i hate injustice. i loathe cruelty. i have no respect for jerks. i don’t care if you think you’re pretty, act like an ass to others an you’re the ugliest thing on the planet. meanness is meaningless, it’s nihilism (look it up) and should be banished from the planet. if we don’t teach kids how to be critical thinkers, they’ll turn into idiots who will buy anything their television tells them to. think about it. weep for our future. if we don’t care for each other, who the hell will? self-esteem doesn’t count, it’s all about the self-worth, bitches. learn this. live it daily. or shut up. don’t believe anything anyone who’s running for office says. look at what they’ve done. if they haven’t done anything, don’t vote for ‘em. it’s that simple. speaking of doing, judge only by deeds, not by words, for everything. it keeps life simple. trust me. ease pain. increase love. share your feelings with kindness. talk to a child like they have a brain. wag more, bark less. speaking of dogs, find out how powerful downward-facing dog pose is, and assume that pose frequently. it will adjust your worldview in ways that will make a difference to everyone. imagine what the world would be like if everyone at any meeting anywhere took a quick down-dog break when things got tense. hard to act like…

Dear 16-year-old Mary-now-called-Casey: Mom & dad never meant for you to think, all your life, that you were a hideous fat pig. You had that chunky phase, 12 thru 13, and they did get pretty fierce about your weight. They were operating out of fear combined with love, though, and didn’t ever intend for you to carry that psychic burden. Let it go, now, before it buries you. Stop smoking now, so when you’re in your early 30s you don’t start noticing its effects, and then spend 15+ years trying to quit before finally accomplishing that feat. Quitting now will be the best thing ever. Boys, and men, are going to behave like jerks most of the time when it comes to romance. For at least the next 40 years. Don’t think it’s you. It’s not. You can’t fix a guy, you can’t help a guy, you can’t be a lifeline for a guy. Throwing a lifeline will just haul you overboard. Be happy, be yourself, don’t sell yourself short. Be glad you paid close attention, and did some important worst-case-scenario planning, during health-ed class this year. You’ll know what I’m talking about within two years. We’ll keep this one between ourselves, but know that I know it will galvanize your thinking for the rest of your life. Stick with your dreams. Otherwise you’ll spend a few decades earning a living, but not really living your life. Don’t fear fear. Fear unfocused anger more than fear. That unfocused anger will turn into depression and self-doubt if you let it. You have been warned. That recurring dream you had when you were 10 years old about getting breast cancer? It will turn out to be foreshadowing. But you’ll run with that ball really hard down the field, and you’ll make a…

Time: Friday, March 30, 2012, about 1:30pm EDT Scene: a restaurant Players: 1 woman, 1 man, 2 male extras The woman and two male extras are having lunch and discussing a business project. The woman’s phone buzzes, she looks at the screen Woman: Oh, it’s my sister in law. My brother had brain surgery yesterday, I’ve got to take this. [she touches screen to answer call] Hey there, honey bunch! Man [on phone]: It’s probably not the honey bunch you were expecting. Woman: OH MY GOD, it’s YOU! How ARE you? [she whispers to her companions] It’s my BROTHER! I’ve gotta go outside to hear. I’ll be right back. Man [on phone, at the same time]: I’m GREAT. Although I’m starving. The bran muffin they brought me for breakfast … well, I’m pretty sure my tumor was bigger. Since I didn’t get dinner last night, by this morning I was ready for some serious chowing-down. They promised to do better at lunch. I’m waiting to see what the level of their game is then. Woman: Really? They saw your head open, drag out something huge, and you’re already complaining about the food? That’s … awesome! [laughs] Man: Yeah, I know. I feel pretty good, other than a headache, but they’re giving me meds for that. I’m surprised I feel this good, but I do. [laughs] Woman: You’re still in the ICU, right? Man: Yeah. And I’ve got enough monitoring gear on me that it’s a challenge to get out of bed. I’m allowed to do that, but I have to turn into a juggler to actually accomplish it. Not a great situation, given that I have a bit of a stability issue from the surgery and the meds. Woman: When you get out of there, maybe we could put our…