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!
This is Juan Cole’s response to my email to him about Riverbend.
Alas, I haven’t heard from her since she and her family moved to Damascus. The Syrian secret police are not kind to blogging, so I presume that that is why she fell silent– plus she has no first hand Iraqi information.
cheers Juan
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The genealogy of Western Thought – warning, PDF.
An extreme take on the collapse of the US.
And now, Eddie:
Deb sent this and I cannot resist posting it.
I dunno what kind of dyes they used but it’s certainly striking.
Yes, I have kind of fallen off the face of the earth of late. Let me see if I can make it up. As it turns out, it’s just as well the Luddite and I didn’t get together; he is feeling poorly and while I would love to quote the email he sent me I am not sure we all equally appreciate the humour of mild stomach flu. The Loonie Awards Show I am volunteering for is going fabulously well; hopefully I will be able to see it tonight as I was minding the door last night. Doug and Elly, the cast and the volunteers have all done an amazing job, and it’s always fun to go to the St James Hall.
The unpacking goes well. I know it seems sometimes that I have carted an unholy amount of paper junk with me over the last 30 years, but sometimes I find stuff that makes me smile. I hadn’t seen the promo for Puzzle Factory, one of Elly’s theatre projects in Toronto, for at least ten years, and the day I am helping her it turns up out of the great dusty pile. I volunteered and performed in that too, and god help us all, my performance is recorded somewhere on VHS.
I am sitting at the desk my grandfather studied at when he was upgrading his education and working for the Saskatoon waterworks. It’s a very pleasant feeling, and it’s a really nice desk. I’m glad Jeff hung on to it for me. I have promised him that he’ll never have to move my bureau again. Paul and I bought it from a second hand store in Toronto – it was solid wood junk then and it’s junk now. But it’s capacious and holds my folding clothes so I should just stfu. I can more or less fit everything except my books in my room. I don’t have an unreasonable amount of clothing but I do have too much for the closet. More dejunking? More dejunking.
I just wrote an incredibly long post and when I hit save it vanished – temporary prob with internet. Anyway, happy Easter
After a danged slow start, I finally rearranged the furniture in my bedroom into its final configuration and assembled the bed which has supported so much reading, so much sleep, so much songwriting and so much transitory fun into shape. I really tightened it down pretty hard in the reassembly – with any luck it’s going to stop its assortment of interesting noises. Then I went to the dress rehearsal for the ticket taking. I get to be lead hand for Saturday night as Peggy (the writer, not the doctor, and a former writing group colleague – wonderful wonderful prose stylist) won’t be there; I was a value add as I kept asking questions like what do we need for a float and what’s the dress code (I had, providentially given the general deshabille after the move, put aside an entirely black outfit). Then home. Too tired – jammed on the Luddite. Okay, I just moved; I’m allowed to be bagged. It’s pouring rain.
I feel like a half stunned cripple, and Jeff collected a few bruises and scrapes as well, but the big furniture is in and I slept on at least a portion of my bed in the new place last night. Yahoo, as they say. I should have been pushing stuff into corners after we got here, but the lure of watching the first two episodes of Deadwood with Jeff was too great. I slept with the door open and Eddie came to visit me sometime around four. He makes as much noise as a person walking.
This guy will never be President.
Sigh. We can dream about it.
Mind you, neither will these gents.
Phew.
Today, unpacking, bed assembly, and then over to St James Hall for the dress rehearsal of the show and then to visit the Luddite. I just wish I felt more like moving.
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It’s been 6 months since Riverbend posted to her Baghdad Burning blog. Sad face. I hope she’s safe tonight, wherever she is.
I am moving tomorrow, and taking a total of 5 days off. I’ll be helping Elly with her theatre venture on the weekend as well, so I’m going to have quite the fun filled days.
This robot moves a bit like a newborn giraffe. Watch as someone tries to knock it over, then watch it almost fall over while walking on ice. It almost looks like two deformed humans carrying a boat.
LMB’s love of squid is now official. Man, it’s dangerous to have fen for friends. But…. where is the banjo?
