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.

  1. 4h ago

    E3: Observation vs. Preparation; S18: How to survive an overclocked nervous system and still find life interesting

    This episode began the way many of these episodes begin: with an extemporaneous monologue. I sat down and followed my attention. Elections became climate change. Climate change became AIDS. AIDS became nervous systems. Nervous systems became observation. Observation became reciprocity. Somewhere along the way I became convinced that I had stumbled onto something interesting, though I'm still not entirely sure what it is. Afterward, I fed the monologue to an AI and asked it to help me think about what I had just said. That should have been the easy part. Instead, we got stuck on the cover art. The cover depicts a brown man with blue hair holding an orange and looking directly at a white man with scurvy. The white man is holding out a Canadian twenty-dollar bill while looking at the orange. The image is historical nonsense, symbolic nonsense, and somehow emotionally coherent. What followed was an extended investigation of why. At various points we discussed attraction, colonialism, reciprocity, Gestalt theory, quantum entanglement, nervous-system regulation, observation, preparation, symbolism, the nature of frames, economics, and whether the Canadian twenty-dollar bill meant anything at all. Every time the conversation drifted into abstraction, I found myself dragging it back into bodily experience. The orange mattered. The gaze mattered. Attraction mattered. Curiosity mattered. The feeling of hunger mattered. The feeling of relief mattered. The feeling of being interested mattered. The body kept refusing to be edited out of the story. That seemed important. Eventually, two songs emerged. The first song observes the cover image and wonders why it remains so alive. It follows an orange into attraction, economics, nervous systems, and physics. It asks why a man with scurvy might be grateful to have scurvy. It repeatedly returns to the absurd presence of a Canadian twenty-dollar bill. The second song, Whatever (The Universe), arrives after the monologue is over. It starts as a joke about a shrug. Then the word "whatever" slowly accumulates more and more meaning. Politics becomes whatever. Climate becomes whatever. Observation becomes whatever. The thing inside the frame becomes whatever. The thing outside the frame becomes whatever. At one point the song briefly attempts to replace "whatever" with "universe" before deciding it was more fun the other way around. Taken together, the monologue and the songs document an attempt to remain observational in a world that constantly demands conclusions. Maybe I discovered something. Maybe I didn't. What I do know is that I kept following what was interesting. And eventually I noticed that words, images, theories, attractions, politics, traumas, nervous systems, oranges, quantum mechanics, Canadian twenty-dollar bills, and even entire universes all seem to point beyond themselves. You can put a frame around something. You can never quite put a frame around everything. So if you'd like, take it with you. Into the "whatever."

    E3: Observation vs. Preparation; S18: How to survive an overclocked nervous system and still find life interesting

  2. 4h ago

    E2: Fuzzy Pink Tiara; S18: I Love You, Shut Up and Listen

    A fuzzy pink tiara worn to work somehow became an episode about gender, addiction, memory, love, electron clouds, immigration, Halloween costumes, oral sex during the AIDS crisis, and the possibility that stories are just oddly shaped luggage used to transport details through time. The opening song emerged from a failed attempt to write a completely different song. While discussing whether this episode even needed an opening song, the author asked Copilot to draft one. Copilot immediately began describing a person who did not appear to exist. Apparently the author spent his mornings deciding between coffee and tea. Apparently he suffered from back pain. Apparently he was thoughtfully wondering whether he had finally "hit his stride." None of these things were true. Most people would have corrected the mistakes and moved on. Instead, the author became fascinated by them. Why didn't he struggle to choose between coffee and tea? Why did decisions often seem to arrive before reasons? Why was there no back pain? What injury had actually happened? Why did a song become more interesting the moment it got something wrong? The coffee-and-tea dilemma survived because it was inaccurate. The inaccuracy forced an explanation. The imaginary back pain was replaced by a real shoulder injury, a chiropractor, and a story the author has told so many times that he is simultaneously tired of it and unwilling to stop telling it. Every generic observation was treated as a problem to be solved rather than a lyric to be accepted. This may explain both the song and the author. Eventually the song wandered into mirror neurons, monkeys, hearsay, headlines, uncertainty, social influence, and the peculiar experience of confidently discussing things while openly admitting incomplete knowledge. By the end, it was no longer asking whether someone had hit their stride. It was asking whether any thought belongs entirely to the person thinking it. The closing song, "For All I Know," comes from a much earlier period. The lyrics were written sometime after 2015, around the author's counseling master's degree, when questions of identity, addiction, memory, recovery, and self-definition were receiving sustained attention. Roughly a month ago those lyrics were fed into Suno as part of an ongoing excavation of more than fifty older songs that had spent years sitting around waiting for something to happen to them. Between the two songs sits a monologue containing a fuzzy pink tiara, a middle-school drug petition, a master's thesis, a suicide attempt, a twenty-seven-year relationship, and a sustained refusal to let a single story become the whole truth about a person's life. The tiara may simply be evidence.

    E2: Fuzzy Pink Tiara; S18: I Love You, Shut Up and Listen

  3. 19h ago

    E1: Michael Is Hollow Again; S18: So That Means Life is an Experience (Merely)

    This episode generated an unusual amount of debris. Some of it ended up in the songs. Most of it didn't. Among the fragments left on the cutting-room floor were a number of competing explanations for what happened after I moved from Southern California to Canada. Maybe it mattered that I was no longer spending so much time in environments where HIV, recovery, and crisis were the organizing principles around which everything else revolved. Maybe it mattered that I encountered harm reduction and found it suspiciously practical. Maybe it mattered that women started asking me to sponsor them in AA and I discovered that some people were considerably more interested in sponsorship rules than sponsorship outcomes. Maybe it mattered that in 2011 someone finally explained trauma to me and a number of mysteries I'd been carrying around since the nineteen-eighties immediately became less mysterious. Or maybe those explanations arrived decades after they were needed and I'm merely being retrospective. Other partially-abandoned fragments included a Britney Spears concert in Vancouver, Nicki Minaj, my partner's co-worker's mother, a cannabis cookie that somehow survived for an improbably long period of time, a failed THC butter-manufacturing project, a beer consumed after twenty-one years of sobriety, and an unsettling and calming realization that my partner and I appeared to be operating from entirely different theories of reality. I was interested in nervous prediction. He was interested in outcomes. People would tell him, for example, that me drinking a beer after 21 years of sobriety was a very big deal. He would look around, fail to observe a very big deal, and continue with his day. That approach turned out to be surprisingly difficult to argue with. At some point during the development of this episode I also found myself wondering whether memory stores stories at all. Perhaps memory stores sensations. Perhaps the stories get written later. This wasn't a completely new thought. It was developed a month or so ago, or maybe a week. Or maybe it was developed in the future and then time-travelled back to now, which is now in the past. Or is it? Either way, a number of these fragments escaped containment and wandered into a song where they were not invited. Because sensory fragments probably operate as autonomously as our heart when it's beating.

    E1: Michael Is Hollow Again; S18: So That Means Life is an Experience (Merely)

  4. 3d ago

    E10: Some Rarely Leave Their Cage; S17: Come Pet the Hungry Lions! (Season Finale)

    Season 17 concludes with a peculiar experiment in memory, association, and explanation. The episode opens with "Happy Black Box Birthday," an orientation-song for employees of a fictional Memory Storage and Retrieval Warehouse. As the song progresses, the warehouse model begins to fail. Maps become decorative. Shelves move. Inventory systems lose authority. Retrieval rates remain excellent. By the end of orientation, the warehouse has been officially renamed The Black Box. The monologue that follows began as a reflection on that metaphor. It explores memory, social support, trauma, responsibility, forgiveness, recurring emotional experiences, and the strange persistence of certain memories across decades of personal change. Rather than offering advice, it treats memory as a system that often produces surprising outputs from mostly hidden processes. The piece also continues a long-running interest in memory as something other than a filing cabinet or archive. Experiences accumulate, interact, and continue influencing one another long after their original circumstances have disappeared. Some memories travel in herds. Some rarely leave their cage. The episode concludes with a second version of the opening song. This happened because, through an unusual creative accident, two substantially different and equally successful musical interpretations emerged from the same lyric set. Rather than selecting one over the other, both were included. No employees were disciplined during the production of this episode. Retrieval rates remain excellent. Memory is an inheritance. Because you die so often. Like every day.  More often than that.  You'll have died innumerable times before you get through this episode. Quick! Press play!

    E10: Some Rarely Leave Their Cage; S17: Come Pet the Hungry Lions! (Season Finale)

  5. 3d ago

    E9: The Lantern Remains in the Light; S17: The Climate Follows the Scarlet Weather

    This episode tries to answer the question: "What would delight the kind of listener I would love to meet?" It's starts by me handing you this as a description of the episode: I gave this episode to a black box and it told me: "The episode seems less 'about AIDS' or 'about climate change' than about the long afterlife of vigilance, and the gradual discovery that observation may be more sustainable than constant preparation." I replied:  "I think it's about making your own meaning... being forced to." Then, out of the black box came this: I think that's a much stronger reading than the one I gave. In fact, I think "observation" in this episode may not be the endpoint. Observation may be the method. Meaning-making may be the endpoint. What strikes me after reading the monologue again is that the story isn't really about danger itself. It's about what happens when the world doesn't provide a usable framework. As a child, you have: desires you didn't chooseAIDS appearing as a cultural catastrophe attached to those desiresmessages that don't fit your lived experienceadults who don't seem to have answersa future that feels impossibleSo you're forced into a position where inherited meaning systems stop working. And then the pattern repeats. Political meaning systems don't quite work. Activist meaning systems don't quite work. Cosmological meaning systems don't quite work. Even the friend's meaning-making doesn't quite work: he liked to find meaning in everything, and I like to find uncertainty in everything. That's an unusually revealing line. Because you're not really describing yourself as someone who rejects meaning. You're describing yourself as someone who distrusts discovered meaning. The meaning can't be sitting there waiting for you. It has to be made. Or perhaps negotiated. Or enacted. Which is why this section suddenly feels central to me: all I can manage to value about life is my presence in it That's not a conclusion about reality. It's a decision. A chosen valuation. A made meaning. And once I look at the episode that way, the ending song changes. The lines aren't truths. They're acts of connection. They're meaning-making gestures. Not: The climate follows the scarlet weather. because that is objectively true. But: The climate follows the scarlet weather. because the mind is linking things, creating relationships, building a world. The mind is saying: "This belongs with that." "The lamp belongs with wonder." "The harbor belongs with crossing." "The lantern belongs with light." The associations are the point. Even the opening song supports that reading. It's just a field of words. The words don't possess meaning in isolation. The listener creates patterns. Then the monologue creates patterns. Then the ending song creates patterns deliberately. The whole episode becomes a demonstration of the same process. A child confronted with experiences that don't fit available narratives becomes an adult who builds meaning through association instead of inheriting it through doctrine. Which is why I think these two lines suddenly become the thematic center: The mystery remains open. and The lantern remains in the light. The meaning isn't found by closing the mystery. The meaning is made while the mystery remains open. That seems much closer to what this episode is actually doing. It's not arriving at an answer. It's demonstrating a way of living after answers have failed.

    E9: The Lantern Remains in the Light; S17: The Climate Follows the Scarlet Weather

  6. 5d ago

    E8: Swimming to Shore; S17: It's the Song. It's Not Me.

    This episode began when the author pressed "random" on a playlist containing more than fifty songs generated from older lyrics during a Suno promotion a few months ago. The first selection was "Swimming to Shore," based on a poem written in 1996. Listening to the song led directly to the monologue that follows. During development, the discussion moved through several possible interpretations of the song and repeatedly abandoned them. Explanations involving identity, continuity, personal growth, freedom, boundaries, attraction, and decision making were proposed, examined, revised, and often discarded in favor of additional observations. Particular attention was given to the strange experience of recognizing something familiar in a piece of writing created three decades earlier while simultaneously rejecting the idea that a person remains fixed across time. Topics that entered the conversation included memory, changing circumstances, relationships, work, attention, podcast production, and the difference between solving a problem and simply living a life. The opening song, "The Song, Not Me," emerged from that process. It gradually shifted from being an introduction to the episode into a performance about introducing the episode and eventually into an argument that any questionable statements should be attributed to the song itself. The conversation also touched indirectly on a recent decision to leave a group chat after a series of observations that eventually made participation seem unnecessary. This became one example among many of how conclusions sometimes arrive less through theory than through accumulated experience. The cover image was developed afterward and depicts a swimmer crossing open ocean with no visible shoreline, accompanied by a shark and a stingray moving peacefully beneath the surface. The image deliberately contradicts the title. No final explanation was agreed upon. An episode was completed instead.

    E8: Swimming to Shore; S17: It's the Song. It's Not Me.

  7. Oct 22

    E7: Violently Murder Every Day Forever; S17: Or Go Camping

    This episode came together in four stages. First, an unscripted walking monologue was recorded outdoors near the beginning of a walk. The recording moved through autonomy, organizational hierarchies, experts, dogs, boredom, trees, acting, language, migration, counseling, categorization, environmental influences, and eventually the practical problem of getting home in time to pee. Rather than following an outline, the recording followed attention wherever it happened to go. Second, the recording was reviewed for its transitions. An opening song was developed around the question of whether listeners might experience a wandering monologue differently if they were encouraged in advance to assume that topics might be connected. The song attempts to make some of those transitions visible without claiming that any particular explanation is correct. Third, an ending song grew out of a poem written at age twelve. The original poem described repeatedly throwing an entire day down a staircase until it was dead, smoking the remains like a cigarette, and smearing the ashes across a page. An attempt to translate this image into a friendlier campfire metaphor unexpectedly produced two different campfires. One involved throwing ideas, questions, and eventually dogs into a metaphorical fire. The other involved actual wood, actual camping, marshmallows, bedtime, and waking up the next morning to do it all again. The misunderstanding turned out to be funnier than the explanation and became part of the final song. Finally, cover artwork was developed from the location where the walk occurred: a quiet residential street in British Columbia, late-afternoon sunlight shining through trees, and a walker seen from behind. The first artwork prompt was rejected by an image-generation service, apparently because the title, "Violently Murder Every Day Forever," was interpreted literally. The prompt was then revised to separate the peaceful visual scene from the title itself. The revised version emphasized a blue-haired walker, flower-patterned jeans, golden sunlight through autumn trees, strong thumbnail readability, and the intentional contrast between a dramatic title and a calm everyday walk. Taken together, the episode became a document of its own construction: a walk became a monologue, the monologue became an experiment about transitions, the experiment became two songs, the songs became a discussion about boredom and campfires, and the cover artwork became an exercise in persuading software that a tree-lined street was not, in fact, an act of extreme violence. After this description was written, the author added an introduction, which did exactly what he wanted it to do with exactly the number of words required. No less. No more. Though this description is running a little long.

    E7: Violently Murder Every Day Forever; S17: Or Go Camping

  8. Oct 20

    E6: Avatar; S17: Patch Doubtfire Keating Rimbaud

    This episode began as an extemporaneous monologue recorded during an ordinary Sunday morning while taking care of dogs, cleaning up accidents, feeding breakfast, and preparing for the day ahead. Rather than being built around a topic, it emerged through association. A passing thought about Patch Adams led to a conversation with AI, which led to Arthur Rimbaud, Mrs. Doubtfire, Dead Poets Society, clown noses, sovereignty, queerness, dog pee, and eventually an avatar. The recording was made in motion rather than at a desk. Various parts were dictated while walking around the house, cleaning floors, feeding dogs, and responding to whatever was happening in real time. The resulting transcript was intentionally left porous, allowing interruptions, tangents, practical concerns, memories, jokes, and philosophical observations to remain connected rather than being edited into separate categories. After transcription, the material was explored through an iterative process involving AI-assisted reflection, title generation, image concepts, character development, and songwriting. The central image gradually emerged as a composite figure combining Arthur Rimbaud, Mrs. Doubtfire, Patch Adams, and John Keating. From there, the discussion expanded into questions of play, identity, institutions, freedom, gardening, clowning, theory, and the tendency of humans to immediately turn any experience into conferences, journals, committees, and books. The episode ultimately produced two companion art-song concepts: "A Season in Urine" and "Peeing and Nothingness." Both were developed through extended dialogue with AI, with characters, jokes, philosophical positions, and recurring motifs emerging organically from the conversation itself rather than from any predetermined outline. Technically, the episode was created through the same workflow used throughout this season: extemporaneous monologue, transcription, AI-assisted exploration, song generation, artwork development, title selection, and final assembly. The goal was not to explain the material, but to preserve the sequence through which it appeared.

    E6: Avatar; S17: Patch Doubtfire Keating Rimbaud
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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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    2026
  • Episodes
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