Author Archive for alirachelpearl

Ali Rachel Pearl is currently a PhD candidate in the Department of English at the University of Southern California where she writes and teaches about Los Angeles, the desert, archival practices, race, intersectionality, and digital media. Her prose, book reviews, photos, digital experiments, and other works appear in Hyperrhiz, Hobart, Redivider, DIAGRAM, The New York Times, Pilot Light, and elsewhere. Most of the year she lives and teaches in Los Angeles where she also pursues her obsessions with street art, amateur photography, music, psychogeography, modern & contemporary art, performance, the desert, the desert, the desert, and repetition.

Notes from the Resistance, pt. 1

TL;DR– If you read nothing else in this post, just please, please VOTE in any and all local elections and upcoming elections. That is the best recommendation I can give you for how to resist. Los Angeles has an election coming up on March 7th. The LA Times always has recommendations, but do some research. Maybe skip the time you’d spend…

Just, Like, All the 2016 Lists

Every week since mid-October, I read my horoscope from Chani Nicholas for three reasons: 1) She is a badass queer activist astrologer, so I know we see the world with the same eyes, 2) I’ve become fairly obsessed with astrology, crystals, sound baths, lunar cycles, anything that makes me feel more connected to the larger universe, to the ground below…

Contending with the Overwhlem

Ever since the election, when I talk to my friends, neighbors, colleagues, brother, mother, strangers, etc etc etc, I get such a severe sense of overwhelm. This is something I feel, too. There are too many vulnerable people and communities. Our grief is so heavy. Our shock reverberates again and again {though for some of us this is less about…

coping & coping & trying to cope

When I wake up every morning now and curl back into the darkness that laid me to rest the night before, it is so that I might return to the spaces inside me where I have been most hurt. Last Tuesday, when the world fell away from me, from us, I distinctly remembered collapsing into my mother’s arms at the…

Why I Am Not Choosing Empathy

Out in this desert, I am in Trump country. Joshua Tree itself is fairly liberal and even a bit diverse {we’ve got a very small but solid POC and queer community, as far as I can tell}. But the two towns that flank us, Twentynine Palms and Yucca Valley, are littered with Trump/Pence signs. On election day, I went to…

That’s Why We Came Here

I think often about that Jonathan Safran Foer quote: Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living. I, like most of my friends and loved ones, have a lot of projects and lives I want to pursue, but limited time in a day, and a need for a stable income to…

A Decade of September 12ths

A friend of mine made fun of me recently for making everything into an anniversary. I don’t think this is my fault. Facebook is always reminding me, On This Day. Instagram has created so many hashtag holidays I swear it is always National Something I Love Day {Dog, Donuts, Ice Cream, Best Friends, Siblings, &c &c &c}. I live in…