Settler words&music, (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!
Definitely feel better this morning. Here’s a pic of James Dean and Eartha Kitt in a bar in NYC.
We’ve started watching Ted Lasso, and we’re enjoying it. I can see that it’s about mental health.
I don’t know why all the people are complaining about this season’s Rick and Morty, it’s better than previously and easily as funny. I guess female characters getting bigger story lines has the poopy pants brigade out in force.
I got curried shrimp from Da Roti Shak yesterday and I feel so much better. It’s definitely comfort food for me.
Jeff’s staying back and I’m going. I have a veggie tray to purchase veggies for and prepare. Paul and probbly Keith are coming to get me around quarter after three. Sounds like Alexis made a MAONTING of food.
Got to see a momma raccoon and her three babies in a stream at Fraser Foreshore Park!
Also got very close to the two herons.
Ate sushi in the shade outside LA Sushi afterward, and then picked up some milk and halvah as a treat.
This is a Highland calf
This is Granville street in 1959
A handsome family (Barry, Alex, Imp)
It’s nice when the temperature goes back to ‘normal’
WAT TYLER SEZ: Ah you good people, things cannot go well in England until all property is in common and there are neither serfs nor gentlemeN but one united people. How ill they behave to us! For what reason do they hold us in bondage? Are we not descended from the same parents, Adam and Eve. And what can they show or what reason can they give, why they should be more masters than ourselves. The lords claim to be more lords than we are rests only on their power to force us to labour and produce in order that they may spend.
Anyway, thanks to a strange Forcemeld, Paul was actually HERE yesterday to watch with us when SN10 stuck the landing (and caught fire, but the mission was a complete success). I am not a fan of Elon Musk, but that was nifty.
Is there anything Keanu Reeves can’t/couldn’t do.
Best Roommate in the World is now 24K words, I’ve been sending updates to mOm every day.
Possibly the best science of the day. When that link is gone, check here. When I’m talking to my pOp I always assume that he wants to get off the phone way, way way way earlier than me. When I’m talking to my mOm we generally talk until one of us needs the bathroom. what a life…
I think this is my favourite picture of myself currently. You can actually tell my eyes are green. Why would it be one in which I’m wearing a false moustache? I don’t think I’m trans. I have actually thought about it, have thought about my relationship to my own body, my own gender, my own self-conception as a woman. I am very interested in trans issues, and have been for decades, but I’ve always felt quite comfy in this body, so no dysphoria, and no soul deep awareness of there being something misaligned between the frame and the spirit. I am repelled by the requirement for female bodies to wear certain kinds of clothes and makeup (for the convenience of men, and policed by other women BLEAUGH) and to be accoutred in very specific and specifically socially harmful, dangerous and infantilizing ways, so I’m a gender non-conformist. I might have thought I was non-binary at some point but not enough to have public opinions about it, or any ability to hold that idea in my mind as possibly true for longer than it took to acknowledge that as a cis white gal I really do have to question all this stuff since I may believe a bunch of colonial bullshit that just is not true. And no matter how hard I pull at the big ol rubber band known as reality I’m still a mostly straight cis white woman, coasting on my privileges to a strange old age.
I just backspaced over the next two sentences, and the world is a safer place. I have started taking a lot of hair off my face and I’m quite liking the results. I’m rounding out my hairline and keeping my eyebrows quite policed. Both men and women mess with their facial hair. Is it a gendered thing? oh yes.
Paul took me for a walk today and I got letters to Mary and Barry into the post, finally. Pork chomp and coleslaw and broccolini for dinner.
I am not Wilford Brimley
Allegra wisdom for the day “Peace of mind is harder to find than the outhouse on Gilligan’s Island.”