Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Mike, may he be praised and adored, has brought over a massage table. Katie took pictures of my face ‘anging through the ‘ole. She is still here, wonderfully enough, and we’re noshing on leftover pizza and fried rice I just made and there are two pieces of dynamite sushi left.
Sorry, must go – my country needs me.
Kopper and I saw it on Saturday. Freaked the hell out of me… watching a long remaindered aircraft, which your father hunted Russian subs in, flying around Vancouver is right up there on the weirdity scale. UPDATE
Oh, it was an Aurora. Okay, nothing to see here.
There’s another FOUR INCHES on the ground up here. You can barely see across the street. Tanya from work just called me on my cell to tell me it’s slippery as hell so I gotta burn ass out of here to work – she says nobody is even answering on switchboard, which sucks at 7:30 am.