We return you to the Coronapocalypse; now in progress.

Oh, hello! I can’t see you there and that’s okay.

Here we are again. Welcome [back] to my virtual Unicorn Tower. Most of what I put here is unfinished. What I post here ranges from partial thoughts to therapeutic musings, self-reflections or whatever else I serve up. Last time I had this site up, I was in much more of a documentary headspace and in the process of transcribing my analog journals from 1983 – 2018. It’s been more than a year since I’ve published any blog-length content or much of anything at all. I needed the time; or at the least, I chose the time.

I am ending blog silence and welcoming myself back to these internets with the blather of my palaver. Sorry, but no, really. I’m sorry that we are still in the worst timeline. I thought one of you was responsible for resolving this while I was busy pupating in my Gen X’er cocoon of sweet, solipsistic self-reflection.

Uh, okay… what?

Here’s an indulgent re-introduction. I’m Ira Wing. You’ve found the blog of a Gen X’er. Expect your Reader’s Journey ’round the se parts to be full of the kind of navel-gazing, solipsistic horse shit that Gen X is best known for: Blogs, and novels about our blogs. Oh, and novels about the video games we like; you know, the ones with stories.

*scrolling past your own content*

This and future rambling, poorly edited posts are just the kind of thing that people scroll past. For my part here on the internet, guess what? I scroll past shit that you write too. Despite and because no one ever needed to see those things, some among us need to write these things.

I need to write this.

That is the purest explanation of what Unicorn Tower is for me. You’re welcome to share your thoughts about what I do here but I’m not doing it for you.


We now interrupt this program…

While I don’t make that many public posts (and I’ve never tried to turn this into a public blog), it is listed in several versions of my CV and professional social media as my ‘blog of record.’

There’ll be an interruption of 1d4+1 months as I figure out how to pay for the stuff and things related to my unicorntower.com domain and the supporting services. No big deal for most of y’all and I am certain I will keep typing about my thoughts and feels.

bbiaf.

Another year, another set of shifts

Once again, for the tenth year now… I will be at Burning Man. Reports of taking a year off are greatly exaggerated… mostly because I need the fucking money (and yeah, I get paid to be there doing the shift supervisory thing down at the Gate. This year should be exceptionally interesting considering all the changes and fuckery that are inbound to the Gate process. Screening vs. searching, the fourth amendment, and private security mooks. Oh, my!

For the first time since the first time, I’ll be tent camping / living out of my vehicle. I’m trying to come up with my shade and life support shit without support for housing or the like. It’s tempting to fuck it all off and camp with friends in an RV but I think I can do this. It’ll be an interesting inversion, that’s for sure. I doubt I can make the point more clearly that I’m a broke homeless unemployed disabled veteran compared to where I was before than by doing this old school.

Oh, yeah. My RV was stolen early this year. My insurance dropped me instead of actually, you know, paying my claim like they should have. The local PD was not useful in any meaningful way (and to be fair to them, I was storing it in a sketchy arrangement at best but there were many other RVs in the same situation and I didn’t expect mine would be stolen for fuck’s sake!) Still, the loss of the RV means I’ve lost everything that I’d stored in it that was remnants of my memories. My life and the things I cared about in it from before; the last things that I could touch that bore my memories from childhood. Photos. Everything. Gone with the last asset I walked out of my relationship with. The RV I paid for twice; I paid it off, then paid half of its value to my ex.

Yeah. That’s gone. I suppose talking about it in July is a bit late but there’s no schedule to shit like this.

All Journeys Start With…

It’s funny how the simplest of things (like publishing a page with WordPress) can be awkwardly emotional. I’ve had countless versions of the same thing throughout my life; diaries, journals, blogs and the like. What follows is my attempt to get back into the flow of having and updating a journal. This is some placeholder content and testing/deploying various functions of WordPress as I get used to it over the next week or two.

Life is just a journey. — Diana, Princess of Wales

Jake the Jetta does the Black Rock Desert-High Rock Canyon & Emigrant Trails Wilderness Area

Why This, Why Now?

Idle hands are the internet’s plaything, right? I think I’m paraphrasing but that’s close enough to what’s happening here. These last several months I’ve spent a great deal of time alone. I live in Reno, NV in an apartment with my Boston Terrier puppy, Addison and a view of the valley below. Scenic or panoramic views have always grabbed my attention; I was fortunate enough to grow up in view of the Pacific. On any given clear sunny day, Catalina was visible and on cloudy days the sunsets defied description. My view of the valley that Reno sits in is very different, but having a view was one of my requirements once I decided to move here.