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!
And they died
climbing up to see the moon
in Athens
and their life
was a goodies reel of cool
the patterns
they are not
for everyone to see
and our lives,
the red carpet,
will never see their light again
pop that bubble in the rain
and dance while you can
remember their joy
remember their name
:Sophie:
They made very entertaining bubble gum dance pop.
(c)Onflikt is this weekend. All the filking will be done on Zoom. I hope to see the Talis Kimberly concert at least, although I’ll likely need a nap for the hour it’s at.
11179 on Best Roommate. Hug scene today if I can deal with it (this is only going to mean anything to my faithful readermOm.)
Made flower rolls yesterday (and pork patties) and the flower rolls are ALL GONE.
Letters will go off to Mary and Jan M and someone else, can’t now remember, so I’ll probably do a small shopping expotition while I’m out getting sufficient postage on Jan’s package, since I’m almost out of milk.
Effective immediately, no more cloth masks, only N95 or K95 while I’m out. The new variant is incredibly contagious and even if I got COVID in March I can still likely catch and carry it.
I see that some of my pre-posted stuff popped up already, and I don’t really understand how that happened, but I’m going to tuck them back in where they belong if I can.
I’LL BE ABLE TO CONVERT MY MIDI FILES. That is an IMMENSE relief because without that I’d have a hard time filling the entire year of tunes.
I need to review my list of songs again. It’s like an amorphous blob of pulsating weirdness how I don’t actually have a grip on the number.
Mira Furlan has passed at 65 of complications of West Nile Virus. Her role as Delenn was iconic and amazing and she was a hero to both kids, when the grandparents exposed them to B5. Rest in power, Ambassador.
Allegra’s very good week continues! I got my eyes checked (onset of diabetes, BP etc) and they are VERY GOOD for 62 year old peepers. Little bit cataract in one eye, no biggie, the horrific slide in visual acuity has been completely halted, and I do not have vertical heterophoria, something that often accompanies ADD.
Walked to Planet Bachelor – a very pleasant walk, only a tiny spit of rain on the way home – and Keith cooked a vegan lunch, and they talked and I listened about the move, and they are all so excited and happy it’s just blowing my mind. I thought Paul might need some help but Katie, our matriarch-in-training, is acing it. They’re going to double pay for accommodations so they can take their time. I made some notes.
Suzanne’s ex-husband Bill died in the last few days. The story is not mine to tell. I called Suzanne and while I wasn’t so foolish as to think I could cheer her up after her loss, I did manage to take her mind off her troubles for twenty minutes and that’s not nothing. Two of her four kids are in crisis right now and this family news will not help. Please hit me hard if I complain about my children. Not everything is planning, there’s a lot of fate in there.
The family court date did not provide a resolution, and it’s now going to trial.
Mexican Gothic (by a local sci fi / fantasy / horror writer Silvia Moreno-Garcia) is FINALLY at New West library, I go to pick it up today. Jeff has biz in town so I’m hoping to do a brief tour of the retailers of New West to pick up a couple of essentials as well as the book
People are LOVING my Christmas arts! It’s pleasant to have had some fun with it.
Jan M MADE ME AND JEFF MASKS FOR CHRISTMAS!!! along with a card of a giraffe – her consulting animal – covered in scarves – lol – and the interior MERRY FUCKING XMAS which is absolutely lovely.
Two letters written but not posted today; it’s a Two Dave day.
Jeff’s just asked me to go downstairs and watch a Time Team. Hope it’s something Saxon or Roman. L8r Nope, medieval and Tudor. But really interesting if you’re crazy about remodelling castles for successive waves of improvements in warfare, boom goes the gunpowder.
Alex was here recently and I’m just remembering him being happy about getting a tube shot on the Xenon game and it made me happy in consequence.
Buster was past damp into dripping wet, and filthy when he came back in this morning…. must be horrible to have to clean that crap off with your teeth and mouth blech.
Indian food delivered last night. I was very happy with the quality and quantity for the price. It’s a new place (8 months?) that does pizza and Desi food Pasifika style, which is like, so Vancouver, it hurts.
Chuck Yeager, RIP. His autobiography is most entertaining.
Letter from Onty Mary, and I’m so glad she enjoyed the paper art I put in with a recent letter, that was cheering.
Today has been set aside for One Grim Task. I do not want this task. I do not want the cascade of tasks that will flow from this One Grim Task. I AM DISGUST, SON.
It’s 10:20 in the morning and I am still not nerved up for this gd task. I am actually hitting the old moral GPS for a recalc from my new position and fuck me if it’s not taking a bit longer than any reasonable person might expect. What is it that a reasonable person following Stoic principles might expect? I said I’d write first PHEW AN OUT, I HAVE AN OUT.
With that I must now turn my attention to the real writing I need to do today, otherwise known as Quarantine Porn. And that works whether I’m talking about the UPSUN universe or my rapidly-winding-down interest in writing porny Supernatural fanfic. (Not all of it’s porn, some of it’s just fluff.)
And if I’m not going to write that, I have to go back out into the kitchen and either work some more on The Dark Book – current section is “the Calendar” and it’s fucking MOLOCH this and MOLOCH that, as he drives his diesel dick through history and messes us all up, it’s just standard issue eschatology schlock, that’s part of the point of the poem though, disjointing the specifically English language over and past and through its various levels of inanity, legalism and perverse vagueness through to a new horrific understanding about what ‘end times’ actually means for the people living through it, and you are among those people, and what the hell is this poem anyway (this last aside for my parents, who have long since given up on trying to understand what it is I’m babbling about and reached this question much earlier) — or work on my master grocery list, and I finally figured how I can get what my grocery list looks like in my head to my actual grocery list that I use every week and reinforces how I visualize and operate in the world, but I haven’t done it yet. So I have work to do to advance this project, which will assist me cognitively as my brain declines and I’m still shopping, and which may have applications for other seniors and TBI sufferers. (I certainly wasn’t able to find anything like it on line.) So yeah, projects, in order, depending on what I’m up for mood and skill wize.
Yup, I’m going to wander off and reconfigure my reality right now, be back in a day for an update or sooner if something interesting happens.
One last thing, the ‘writing light’ in the kitchen died and I asked for help from Jeff (my shoulder’s frozen…. that was weird, realizing it) and he touched the apparently dead compact fluorescent and it illuminated and it made me think of pOp. Also Jeff is quietly amazing, the best kind.
Shown from the back, in front of high rise apartments, taken Wednesday, September 23, 2020, in the evening, a demonstrator visibly wearing a mask holds up a sign which reads
A COP SHOT A
BLACK WOMAN
AND WAS ONLY
CHARGED
FOR THE SHOTS MISSED
The demonstrator is wearing a sign saying say her name.
HER NAME WAS BREONNA TAYLOR
RIP Ruth Bader Ginsburg. McConnell’s going to get his wish and pack the SCOTUS with Republicans for a generation and a half. The Republic has fallen.
It fell when the Russians interfered with the last US election, actually, but now the general consensus in my corner of Twitter is that it’s all a done deal, especially if the new candidate is sworn in before the next election; that way any lawsuits complaining about the election results will be swiftly and summarily dealt with, and the Republicans will start picking off political enemies by directing mobs at them with no senior judicial branch to help clean up the mess years later, since they’ll be rubber stamping charges of treason. I wonder if the chipper young Democrat women like AOC understand at this point that they’re going to die in jail.
As ugly as it is, it will be uglier still, and the ugliest parts of all will happen in the shadow where no media penetrates and no signal comes out.
Work’t in my garden. f’in hot out there. This involved sweeping up lawn clippings so you can actually see the walkways and driveway, watering the squash, (I could hear them slurping, it’s been ages and I think there may be a single lone pumpkin in the pile) and walking the boundaries to pick up the inevitable logo’ed paper and plastic trash that’s blown in. I also carted the cactus soil and the deck salt out to the locking side of the carport so they aren’t posing a tripping hazard by the back door any more..
Now to collect the clean mats from the dryer, except that I have to sweep the kitchen floor and mop it first, which I am now by the power of mental effort going to try to silently encourage Jeff to do.
later: Jeff did sweep but I hadn’t yet cleaned out the hellhole under the kitchen table, and now you can see all of the floor and it’s all clean, hallelujah. There’s a tiny bit of paper cruft to sort, but I could probably throw it all out and not lose anything. Also: cleaned the extraneous paper cruft from the side of the fridge.
and i am STILL WRINGIN’ SWEAT YEAH
Finally got hold of the doctor and gave her a piece of my mind, but of course it makes no difference. Managed to winkle out a prescription renewal. Why do we need gp’s again, blech.
I’ve already practiced three instruments and done my shoulder exercises this morning. I’ve even written a little. 13,301
u/Zinan took this flying out of YVR this am, check the haze effect on the mountains
ermagerd, somebody I really like on twitter retweeted something nasty I said about Trump and Nate Silver so I am ha ha’ing to myself.
The McDonald’s closest to my house has a worker sick with Covid.
fucking ronald damn his eyes
now it’s time to unionize
Jeff and I never go there, it’s the second worst Ratlands between the Port Mann Bridge and Main Station. (The worst one is right on Main. WHAT A ZOO)
I KNOW that none of you care, but today’s the last day on set for Supernatural after 15 seasons, and the people who guest star are openly weeping about it, and it’s a Thursday, and Castiel is the angel of Thursday, and now it’s over.
I’m glad she had two powerhouse roles recently: Lady Olenna Tyrell in Game of Thrones, and as the lovely granny Veronica in the Detectorists, and she was a cast member of a couple of shows when she passed peacefully in her sleep after being diagnosed with cancer in March. She apparently had no regrets, and that’s great.
BUT
she will always rule our hearts as ‘M’ Appeal – Man Appeal – Emma Peel.
Ha ha and the only reason I know this is one of the other people on the Skype party announced it. As usual I left before Brian C and Jim E showed up.
Keith and Paul and Katie and Jeff also attended.
RIP Olivia de Havilland, died yesterday in Paris aetat 104
I won’t say it on social media, but this is my space, so… I’m really sorry about the death in Kamloops of the Snowbirds pilot and await with solemn interest the results of the enquiry.
Also RIP Beyond the Beyond one of the few weblogs older than mine. I wonder how long lived mine shall be.
In better news, I saw Katie and Alex today, and I’m so glad.
Today on twitter I said that Andrew Scheer makes a bag of dicks look like party favours for a charm school picnic.
Little Master Alex came by. He’s obviously quite anxious but he played on the deck and in the yard, and we made him a stick and paper battle axe (Minecraft). It was glorious TO HUG KATIE – I didn’t try any of that stuff with Alex – and she gave me two mugs her friend Sherry designed for Mom’s day. We chatted and relaxed. So so lovely.
Later talked to mOm on the phone. And Keith called to wish me a happy mOm’s day so I am feeling the love, it is so wonderful.
Jeff had to go collect a server for a customer and he fixed it so that’s good all round.
Weather was so HOT yesterday. I watered everything. Something’s nibbling on the peas. Bambara beans are not sprouting, sigh. They say it’s going to be 17 today and I bet it will be 24 or 25 before it’s done.
I have no idea if I’ll write today, but there’s always that possibility. Or make masks. Or do any damned thing including nothing.
RIP Jerry Stiller. He and Anne Meara were on Ed Sullivan THIRTY-SIX times. Fave quote: “Creative comedy is like growing geraniums in a mine field.” On their first date she only ordered coffee because she knew he was broke, and then she stole the silverware. ‘I’m going to like this girl.’
ah that moment when you’re ripping your bedroom apart trying to find your glasses and you realize you took them off and just LEFT THEM IN YOUR BED but managed not to roll over on them and destroy 450 dollars of eyewear….. Keith would scold, if he knew.
Mel Baggs the disabled activist is dead. Sie went into hospital a couple of days ago, not sure why, and hir last post was about how alienating the hospital was. That made me cry.
I must sadly say that I followed hir on twitter for a while and stopped because I found what sie said unchallenging and the way sie said it so annoying that I couldn’t deal with it. I kept wanting to argue with hir or high key mock hir and if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s not to white lady on people, so I just backed off.
Now sie’s dead and I’m reading her blog. Reading the temporal lobe epilepsy symptoms on hir blog freaked me out, since at various points in my life I’ve had symptoms identical; just never all at once.
I have a deeply weird brain, but I’m quite attached to it. Mel also pointed out that ‘status migraine aura’ is possible which is when you’re in a migraine state all the time without head pain. I’ve gone months like that.
Born on one coast
Died on the other
Sometime wife
Two time mother
Wrote some songs
Wrote some books
Collected lots
of dirty looks
A settler born
A settler bred
Raise a toast
Now Allegra’s dead
One of the romancelandia writers I follow is Isobel Carr and she has provided us with a Paper Doll to keep us busy.
People on twitter are begging for cute pictures of pets.
Me, I’m just staying still and trying not to worry.
150k people have been infected that we know of for sure, half of those recovered.
It’s a virus so we may get post viral health problems, it hasn’t been around long enough for us to know.
Laura Smith, a great Canadian singer songwriter is dead in Halifax of cancer. She was beautiful like few people I’ve met in person. She grew eight inches in one year when she was a teenager (spent the summer in bed). She performed a version of All of Me at a house party with a jazz duo while high on cocaine (I found that out later…) that was the best version of it I ever heard. We went to see her at the Yellow Door in Montréal.
She will be missed. I just emailed Paul to tell him as he likely doesn’t know.
China’s going to finish by running the world because Russia and the US and the UK and France will whiff the pandemic. Probably already has plans to secure the nukes. They’ll get enormous populations of white people to get on board by exterminating Muslims. It will take 15 years. They’ll allow hundreds of millions of people to migrate into the Muslim-occupied countries and then they’ll start work on exterminating Black Africans and move Chinese there instead.
