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Merry Solstice from Guest Blogger

Happy Solstice from the undisclosed location along the Pacific coast of the Northern Hemisphere. Today we are at a historic inn, on a trip visiting Laura-Marie’s mom. We were just here last weekend but the availability of another trip became available, so we took it. We drove through the night arriving early this morning. Our… Read More »

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rainbow pouch

J asked what was in my rainbow pouch. “A ruby,” I said.  Ming and I were at this hippie store I like in Santa Barbara, that day last year that felt like my birthday but wasn’t. I bought a small ruby for energy.  It likes being in that little pouch, by itself. She was giving… Read More »

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yeah, xmas, whatever

Well, we survived xmas.  Thank god that’s over with, as my dad used to say.  The food was delicious–a baked pasta dish, roasted veg heavy on the brussels sprouts, and veg meatballs for us.  R seemed to like his necklace.  I got some nice hugs. I’m having trouble with the day cycle.  I think it… Read More »

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standard questions, butter emergencies, other favorite joke

They went on a good hike to see the top of a waterfall they saw the bottom of before.  I asked Ming if there was water.  He said yes. My mom has her mom’s bible, very valued.  “Did she write notes in it?” I asked.  That was the same question my aunt had asked, about… Read More »

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California dreamin’ on such a winter’s day

I hugged a tree at Waller Park the other day.  She seemed cool with it…? We’re staying in this earthdome. It’s so pretty. Inside is pretty too. Yesterday headed south, we had Indian / Nepalese food in Ventura.  From the freeway near Ventura, it’s easy to see channel islands. We talked about moves last night… Read More »

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crystalline

We were in the hotel room, and I was trying to get going.  In an effort to get out the door, I asked Ming to turn my socks inside out.  They’re newish socks my mom gave me, slightly thick and super soft.  I was finishing something up on my computer. “Like this?” Ming asked.  I… Read More »

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त्वमेव माता च पिता त्वमेव ।

My aunt and uncle had a fire in their fireplace last night.  I couldn’t help but take the seat closest to the fire and watch it burn as we were social together. My uncle asked me a lot of questions.  I liked his curiosity.  My aunt would put another log on, from time to time.… Read More »

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access intimacy, living in Diverse City, and how I comfort myself writing this blog post at 4:28am in Mojave

Well, guess where we are.  You have three guesses.  Nope, not the surface of the moon.  Nope, not deep in the moon.  Nope, not hell–close, though!  We’re in Mojave where the train passes through every hour or half hour or whatever, blowing its whistle like crazy. I was up writing–poor Ming was sleeping, and the… Read More »

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the symbols that appealed to me, life projects, a public apology

I was working on cleaning my desk yesterday.  I went through a ton of envelopes.  I felt tender toward some envelopes with the little windows, like for sending in bill payments.  They seemed vulnerable.  I want to do some art project with them.  But the world is full of not made, half-made, or unwanted art… Read More »

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Well, the sun is coming up again.  I guess we’re lucky.  But Ming bought some laundry detergent that makes my clothes smell horrible!  The perfume smells like deodorant!  Yuck! I was at a zine fest in Berkeley five years ago, at least, and some zinester was selling a special book.  I bought it in hopes… Read More »