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three new zines

Around here we call breakfast “brek” a lot.  As in, “What do you want for brek?”  This morning I mentioned that eating cereal then going poop is Brexit.  I liked that joke and felt like a kid.  Sorry for the potty humor. I can’t believe how much it’s raining.  I wonder what the ground thinks… Read More »

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podcast, potato soup, google’s failures

A few weeks ago, Ming and our friend were interviewed for this podcast.  I feel very happy with how it turned out and grateful to those two as well as the podcaster Leo Flowers.  I like their honesty, their bravery telling stories about their pasts, how smart they are about feelings and communication. I tried… Read More »

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to know

A long time ago, I wrote a poem about writing letters.  It was called “intimate discourse.”  I gave that title the boot, yesterday.   Now it’s called “penpal.” I really like the poem.  It says ideas I really want to say about writing letters and how it feels.  Connecting with people who aren’t there.  I like… Read More »

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inconvenient truth

I’m so anxious I can’t sleep.  I decided I need help, so I asked Ming to boil some water.  I keep a ziplock of oatstraw tea in my emotional first aid kit.  He said he’d put on his pants and get some paper cups from the car. “You don’t need to put on pants,” I… Read More »

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I’ll tell you how the sun rose

We’re at a special place.  Yesterday the owner told us that the night before, the cows came up to the house.  They hadn’t done that in a while.  He said if we heard something in the night, it wasn’t robbers or anything–just cows.  He said not to go among them because one has horns.  I… Read More »

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sugarplum fairy sugarplum fairy

I laid out a new zine yesterday.  We have a whole saga with our printer at home–it doesn’t print well, despite all the effort Ming has put into it.  (New toner, new drum, test page prints perfectly…) So when I want to make a zine, I put the file on a flash drive.  We go… Read More »

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collapse, what the self is, microfarming

Isn’t it weird how I find myself doing stuff I’m not sure why.  I joined a facebook group, can’t recall how–wasn’t sure what it was really about.  Turns out this academic wrote a paper–all these people believe climate change will lead to widescale social collapse.  So the whole premise is–it’s going to happen, definitely, so… Read More »

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possible

Hey, guess what.  My chia seeds sprouted!  Maybe in a few days they’ll be edible.  I’m glad they’re alive. Glad you’re alive too. Married life = “Can you not criticize me about olives right now?”  I’m pretty sure I never said that sentence before. I asked Ming if he felt like I sent mixed messages. … Read More »

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reliably unreliable

I saw on facebook someone was complaining about executive dysfunction–she said she can’t have a complex conversation while driving.  Also, something about not being able to watch tv while doing something requiring attention online. I was amazed this was considered a problem.  Many people chimed in sympathetically and I was shocked.  They talked about labels… Read More »

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keep Laura-Marie weird

I had a weird day.  I always have the feeling–when my day is weird, that’s a good sign that I’m on the right path.  Trying things, doing something new. I had therapy at 10, talked meanderingly about many things, said a lot of curse words.  I like more focus and problem solving, but talking is… Read More »