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!
Unicorn Museum. I wanna go, I wanna GO NOW!
Some anarchist and atheist and – candidly – just plain strange quotes.
Excuse me while I kill myself laughing over the BEST EVER use of the word ‘naive’.
Edited later… turns out the guy kept the gold and lost the money. Welcome ta Canuckistan, schmuck!
I wrote Wish it was Mine in the summer of 2007. I have now turned it into a kinda ‘chill’ piece of music with effects and percussion etc.
The Catholics in DC are convinced that teh gay sex is SO BAD that they don’t want to follow rules regarding discrimination against gay people. Nobody is asking them to either marry or provide function space for gays and their marriages. But that doesn’t stop them from being jerks.
Aren’t you glad you don’t have to go through this rigmarole when taking Granny’s blood pressure?
REALLY misses them.
(Cat and Parrot video.) When they are little I just eat them. When they’re big, they’re kinda hawt.
I sometimes wish I could make money out of my fetishes, but then I read things like this and decide to stick with regular paid employment.
This story about Libyan freedom fighters, Gadhafi’s kid (Saif al Islam al Gadhafi) and a challenge to the moral leadership of al-Qaeda is remarkable, if true.
In a Brief History of Everything, Ken Wilber says I don’t mean to be crude, but it appears that testosterone basically has two, and only two, major drives: f*** it or kill it. Perhaps that is true, but I would add three items to that list: “Be First” and “Be Best” and “Submit your will to no one else”. That is certainly how I have seen testosterone, properly utilized, play out in a man’s life.
On this Remembrance Day, let us remember the fallen dead, the falling dead, in all the past, present and future wars. As the candles are lit, as the hiss of the wicks and the warm smell of beeswax fills the shrine, remember the dead.
I am pleased as punch to announce the upcoming nuptials of Doug and Elly. They will marry next August in Toronto, which gives me almost long enough to make or find or buy the gift of such suitability and robustness that it will be a thing of daily wear for the rest of their married life.
Their many kindnesses to me and my extended family are in my mind right now, with a feeling about growth and happiness as a lifetime gig. I’m filled with a burnished contentment.
Because if it was more than 6600 years ago, it’s all, “LA LA LA LA LA, I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”
All hail the mapfolks!
This link goes to a visual representation of job creation and loss in the continental US since 2004.
My brain finds these dialogues quite amusing.
Livejournal has some GREAT stuff in there this morning. This passed along by way of rocket genius Peter Alway….
“People really, truly believe that it is not only acceptable, but right to treat fat people with disdain. I’m sad to say that I’ve been inculcated with enough societal garbage that I occasionally hate my own body—but as a thin (white, able-bodied, etc.) person I cannot fathom what it must be like to have others take it upon themselves to hate my body for me. As I’ve said before, if you think fat people have no self-discipline, consider the fact that they haven’t killed you yet.”
— Robin “Miss Conduct” Abrahams
Right on, sister.
The perfect library job for somebody…. Archivist for the Grateful Dead.
Too long, didn’t read.
I just wrote two hundred and fifty words about the coffee date I went on tonight. I backspaced over the whole thing. I have no idea what to write that doesn’t sound like I’ve gone completely insane. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy at how things went.
He’s paralyzingly cute, without being an ass. How did that happen? Yeah, you read that right. Paralyzingly.