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 in 2020, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
and it turns out he’s a 61 year old Andean Condor inspiringly named Andy. Personally I think he should bear the name “Fuckyou Lookingat” since them big yellow eyes hold no sensitivity. And yet his fashion choices, comblined with the shiny glory of his oddly hunky beak, give him an air of relaxed sophistication much at odds with his glassy stare. I’m trying to tell if I find him attractive? I mean Christ Risen, he’s the same age as me.
Didn’t let Paul into the house today; sat on the deck with the sun SO FINE so excellent, speaking of nothing, letting the ick of this ludicrous situation fall off us as the fluffy clouds developed and imploded.
so warm and glorious
Finally we took a tour, almost everyone wearing masks, avoiding us on the sidewalk, crossing the road….
I am having trouble marshalling my thoughts and I’m having a hard time telling my physical from my emotional sensations.
I don’t want to leave the house, but we’re going to go shopping.
I don’t want to make someone else sick. The winnowing fan hasn’t come close yet and I don’t want it to. I want to walk a golden path through this because I deserve it. I want to catch it to burn off my sins. I want to catch it to spare ones that I love, as if the virus knows that kind of math.
The math of dreams and denial; the math of a sick thought burning a furrow through my nerves.
I need sugar, and flour, and toilet paper, and I don’t know what we’re going to find at the store.
8:23 am – we shopped during the old people’s hour, and it was okay, but there is no sugar, no flour and no toilet paper.
Isn’t this wonderful? I’m not a fan of the show; merely its surfaces and cultural impact, to the extent that I wrote a desperately bad original filk tune about it, which I’m not even going to bother to renounce since I have no idea what someone more savvy than a girl like I might do with it. Anyway, I likes it, and there were distinct choices that went into its makeup that show comfort and skill.
Hi Jolly Hey Jolly/whatcha doin’ with that stiff now Jolly /strappin’ a corpse to a camel seems extreme///Camel ran away hey/ ten long years astray hey/ now Red Devil’s a COVID-19 meme. TTTO Hi Jolly, NCM version obvs
Coded a COVID-19 symptoms patient. In his 20’s. We didn’t have enough gear or time to find PPE so 2 nurses were compressing him without masks on while the doc slammed on a PAPR without the fan to intubate. Bloody emesis sprayed on the staff.
Takaya the wolf was shot dead by a hunter
Screen caps of Dr. Josh Lerner’s home page on Facebook, forwarded by Amanda Guinzburg @Guinz on twitter