| Obama and Nobel |
[09 Oct 2009|12:47pm] |
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I voted for Obama for these reasons:
1. To end the war, and end torture.
2. To stop the invasion into our privacy and to protect the Bill of Rights.
3. To establish a single payer health care system for all Americans.
4. To create green jobs from dead end, polluting ones.
5. To see education restored as a top priority.
To date:
1. The war has been expanded, and Guantanamo Bay is still open for business.
2. Wire, net, library, purchase and phone records are legal to access. We now need a passport to travel to Canada.
3. We have no health care.
4. The auto businesses have been bailed out, but no new green jobs for anyone, and many, many people are out of work.
5. Education remains a bad joke.
I think the Nobel committee is smoking crack.
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[08 Oct 2009|07:06pm] |
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I had/have a big problem. I felt like dooky so I chanted Nam-Myoho-Renge-Kyo for 1 hour and 1/2. I still have the problem, but I don't have the dooky feeling anymore. Now I feel energetic, happy and peaceful. It's a good thing.
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| today's news |
[04 Oct 2009|11:08pm] |
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It's suddenly quite cold. My cat's love the new food. My daughter comes tomorrow for a visit and a rest. My toes has healed. I've lost a little weight. I made an apple pie. I didn't do the dishes. I got lost today and found a great new farmer's market.
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| my lesson for the month |
[03 Oct 2009|05:46pm] |
About a month ago, I stubbed my toe. This is no new deal, I stub my toes all the time, especially when I'm tired and I'm tired a lot. If I break the skin I soak my feet, put on some oil of oregano and I'm good to go. I also accidentally skin my knuckles on the cheese grater when I'm tired, and somehow always manage to locate the edge of the table with my shins. A hot bath and arnica gel, and I'm fine. These are my warning, you're-too-damned-tired, signs.
For about a week, maybe two, I skinned my knuckles, hit my shins and stubbed my toes more than once. I was tired. I did hurt my toe a bit and should have soaked it, but it seemed to be okay and the problem was my fatigue level. Eventually, I would rest. Just a matter of time.
I took a day off and went to sleep early a couple of days. My knuckles, shins and toes still hurt, but that was to be expected. Thought I might soak my toe, but slept instead. Another day of rest and the knuckles began to heal, a little arnica and the shins felt better. My toes were mostly okay, but I was still pretty tired.
For the next few days I seemed to get more and more tired no matter how much sleep I got. It was weird. I started taking some homeopathic medicine for yeast, something I knew I needed, and then began to have die off symptoms as well. I fought off a sadness, my head started to hurt and I had body aches like the flu. Almost everyone told me to stay away from them, since so many people have the swine here, so that's what I did. My shins still hurt and my toe hurt too. I thought I might at least take a hot bath, but I felt to shitty to make the effort.
I rested, but I never felt better. Steadily, everything got worst. My body ached, I got a sore throat and a fever. I put myself on bed rest and chicken soup. Then on Wednesday night, I got the worst case of the chills I've ever had in my life, with the possible exception of when I had hypothermia in the mountains. It was bad. When I finally got to sleep, about 3am, I slept fitfully and woke with a killer headache and a ringing in my ears that sounded like a fire alarm. My shins hurt like hell and so did my knees, ankles and the bottoms of my feet, and I had a terribly stiff neck. When I was walking downstairs I stubbed my toe again, hard. Man, it hurt. I had to limp a little to keep from standing on it, and bite my lip to keep from crying.
My husband saw me limping around and asked what was wrong. I went through my list. He said, "well, you're resting and all that so you're taking care of the flu. Let me help you with your foot." He's a nice guy. So I sat down and he poured some hot water in a bowl and I stuck my foot in it. When I did, I noticed a funny little thing: a red line, no bigger than one you would draw with a pencil, ran up the center of my foot, from my toe to my ankle. I turned my foot and saw that my toe was red all over, and swollen. For those of you who didn't get their first aid badge in Scouts, that means a bad infection. After about an hour in the hot water, my toe broke open. Dragons, Monsters, nutes and other nasty little things poured out in a painful little river. Yuh-huck. I washed it, dried it, poured Oil of Oregano all over it and went to bed. I slept like a baby.
The next morning I woke up; weak, a little feverish, but... no headache, no ringing in my ears, no pain in my legs or feet and no sore throat. Today, I'm fine from head to toe.
My lesson for the month is: don't ignore your pain, even if it's a little pain. As my friend said recently, we cannot improve something we are not willing to address. Little things are important, and little problems can become big, ugly, awful ones, if they don't get the care they need.
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| is it flu or is it die off? |
[30 Sep 2009|11:12pm] |
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felt like suck today. craptacular, with crunky sauce. Tired. Waaaaaaaay tired. Too damned tired for words and mega emotional. Nope, I don't like it.
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| It's pretty here |
[27 Sep 2009|09:10pm] |
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I kind of love it here. All my parts are represented: my love of quiet, my love of the City, my homies, my SGI fam, my artsy thang, the film thang, the whole thang. Pretty sunsets, quiet walks, but ten minutes from the real. I kind of love it here.
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[25 Jul 2009|07:09pm] |
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My aunt kept dogs here. Little fuzzy dogs, that she could pick up and nuzzle. But now, in the warm weather, the fleas that have been sleeping in the carpet are wide awake and hungry. There are monsters in the carpet under this computer, so as I type I interrupt myself to try and send one into the abyss. I feel no guilt, in spite of the fact that I will take the tiny moths to the door with cupped hands, or hold a spider or fly in a glass and let it out on the hedges. These mean to eat me and that is enough for me to feel justified in their demise. If I am someday killed by a mad cow I won't hold the cow responsible. Next step, borax.
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[25 Jul 2009|06:56pm] |
I need a new picture for my icon. Barbara gives me the huhs.
Went shopping for my husband's birthday today. Everything is on sale. There was a street fair going on while I was shopping. It was nice to be there.
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| H.R.2943 The end of prohibition |
[20 Jun 2009|12:02am] |
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I support H.R.2943, the decriminalization of adult marijuana use. No, I don't smoke. It's too expensive, it stinks to high heaven, plus all I used to do when I did smoke, was eat, eat, eat. That doesn't change the fact that lots of people do smoke it, whether for recreation or medicine, so many that it is very clear to me that the fears over marijuana use are completely unjustified. If marijuana causes problems, we are already living with those problems. People who use it are your neighbors, your friends, your relatives and maybe you. Most adults use it discreetly, in the privacy of their own homes, and you know it.
The list of good uses for marijuana and hemp are endless, from bio fuel to good quality paper and clothing, medicine, food and watershed. Recent studies have shown that marijuana may prevent certain types of cancer, and stimulates brain cell growth, which may prevent dementia. All of this could mean money for new and existing businesses, and money from taxes.
The fact that marijuana has been legalized in some states for medical use is not enough. Consider California, for example, where voters have supported medical marijuana and the California Supreme Court has backed up that decision. However, right now in California, there are people doing 20 years for growing it, when their only buyers were the Compassionate Pharmacies that delivered the medicine to the sick. That's more than killers get for murder and more than pedophiles get for child molestation. The growers were licensed to grow, licensed to sell and got 20 years in jail anyway. It's insane.
The truth is that most people in this country don't give a rat's ass who does and who doesn't smoke. It's time for us to bring that sentiment out into the open and acknowledge the fact that adults can be trusted with marijuana and that prohibition is wrong. It's time for American to grow up.
Please, make a phone call, send an email, do something. Please support H.R.2943.
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| major miagi shit |
[19 Jun 2009|09:10pm] |
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removing wallpaper, it turns out, is not the hard part. The hard part is removing the wallpaper glue. After buckets of tsp and steam and glue remover, it still comes down to tiny little circles, scrubbed by hand. Oh my aching armpits.
I'm not funny today. I'm too tired to be funny. Wallpaper glue has sapped the funny right out of me. What I am is satisfied. Deeply, exhaustedly, satisfied. I'm turning the room from hers to ours, but still with a touch of her, just out of love and gratitude and because above and aside from all else, the woman had style. Italian shoes, matching handbags, hand tailored dresses, imported bath soap. A different kind of femme, one who knew what to do with it.
On the movie front, I saw UP!, which was sweet but absolutely not for children and rented Frost/Nixon and Revolutionary Road. Frost/Nixon is pretty much for those of us who remember the beast, but it was good enough to make me want to see the real interviews. RevRoad was okay I guess, sort of. I found the acting sadly uneven, and I still can't figure out what the hell it was about. It could have been about how awful it is not to live your dreams, or what shitheads men were in the fifties, or maybe it was prochoice, or pro the need for birth control. Or something. I have no idea. My favorite rental film this year is Zack and MIndy Make a Porno, followed by Forgetting Sarah Marshall. OH YEAH and GIRLS ROCK! I loved that one! If you haven't seen it, go rent it. Especially if you are a chick who's about ready to pitch your significant other out the window.
For my birthday I got dvd's of Pleasantville and The Tiger and the Snow. I love them both so much, I could see them over and over and oh yeah, I have. They still make me cry.
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[15 Jun 2009|02:21pm] |
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I turned a hundred and seventy six yesterday. I had a wonderful two days with fantastic chicken and mind stretching conversation. Got a bunch of super chick stuff with books.
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[13 Jun 2009|11:43pm] |
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I spent the day at a spa with my daughter. It was wonderful. Wish I could do that like once a month or so. Sat in mineral baths, steam rooms and played in pools. Left with soft skin and relaxed muscles.
I still have an hour to chant before I go to bed. I'm tired, but I'll do it. Bed is a misnomer. I have to chant an hour before I sleep on the weird sofa.
Wrote a song about a cat yesterday.
There was a horrible accident on the freeway tonight.
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| the cats go in, the cats go out |
[10 Jun 2009|11:46pm] |
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my two cats are afraid of the outside, but sick of the inside. They cry to go out, then five minutes later, cry and come in. I have to keep letting them do it, because I hate having a cat box inside the house. Once they realize that the outdoors is chill and safe, I won't need it. Right now however, they don't know how close they have come to being cat soup, or how often (like every five minutes).
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[07 Jun 2009|11:20pm] |
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We started taking off the wallpaper.
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| at the li b r ary |
[26 May 2009|04:31pm] |
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The library computer is a wanker, but this library rocks. The list of books here is mind blowing compared to the LA libraries.
Life in this little town is so different. I'm back, like a salmon, in the county of my birth. The city is close, my birthplace closer, and all of the wear of the cold, raw, city and all of my scars are visible from the streets. But I don't live there. I live here in the tree lined streets of somewhere else entirely.
I moved into my aunt's home, not her empty house. Her things fill the rooms with clues about her life. I'm not ready to give them up until I know more. I wonder when I will feel like this is my home. I'm guessing when it's painted and repaired, but that will take months.
I'm somewhere between Momma and Nana, between Babe and Bob and someone without a name. The fragments spin slowly, closer than every before, threatening to fuse into something new, unlike anything I every dreamed. I'll let you know.
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[22 May 2009|12:24am] |
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Hiya Guys! I still don't have a computer, so my next post will probably be months from now, but i thought I'd stop in and say hi.
Life is good. No, life is fucking awesome. Like a bolt of lightning, my life changed in an instant. This once homeless chick has inherited a 3 bedroom townhouse in a nice neighborhood. I've been here a month, and still feel like I'm dreaming. The place is old, in need of much TLC and repair, but lovely just the same. Instead of street addicts and blowjob mechanics (may they all be safe this night), there are birds and parks. Instead of noise there is quiet. Instead of nothing much, their is a whole lot of everything. It's quite a difference. That's not all. My health is so much better I'm starting to smile when someone wants to take my picture. I still have a way to go, but I have whole days now where I look like myself instead of a lemur. My depression has been replaced by hope.
Not that I don't have my struggles. Like a lot of others, I got sucked in and voted for Obama, who as it turns out, is not the guy had hoped for. I'm still glad I did it, only because of what it has meant to anybody in the country who isn't white, but just the same, he is not the peace and law loving leader I thought he was - and that breaks my goddamned heart.
So there you have it. I'll write some more when I get keys. Until then, take care y'all.
<3BFH
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happy new year!
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Happy belated Birthday tomryng!!!!!!!! Hope it was happy!!!
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