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no borders

“Did you crush the garlic?  Did you tell it it would never amount to anything?” I asked Ming. He was standing by the bed, eating a carrot.  I was lying on the bed with my feet on two pillows, in the half-dark.  “Yes,” he said. “Did you chop the carrots?” “Yes.” “Did you slice the […]

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I love cicadas

rest Hey, reader Friend.  I was lying in bed–my feet were up on two pillows, and I was resting. That’s my favorite thing.  Ming visited me; then he left.  I had the fans turned off, and the ac was off. I was like, is it cooling down?  It’s almost August.  I had this little hope, […]

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how to be a person

Hey, how are you doing? I made a new zine. It’s about the never-ending quest of learning how to be social. There’s lots about paranoia–mine and others’. It’s about bodies existing, letting go of family, what to do for grief. Functionally ill 29: how to be a person. Please trade me. Art by Bertrand Zeal. […]

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true, kind, and narcolepsy

“Is your cereal good?” I asked Ming. He nodded, his eyes closed, half-asleep. “Talking to you is like talking to a three year old, sometimes,” I said. “Trying to get a little kid to talk. Do you like those blocks? I like those blocks! Do you like the blue one? Which one is your favorite?” […]

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strawberry goddess

Today I learned that oatmeal cookies might not bake so well in a car-based solar oven as cookies, but they can be delicious granola. Also I learned that I’ve been thinking a lot for 40 years about how I would go to a strawberry stand with my mom, for I come from a land of […]

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I love Bakersfield

“I’m going to bake some oatmeal cookies in the car tomorrow,” I told Ming. “You’re going to put raisins in them, right?” he asked. “What????” I asked. “Did you not see the meme?” I made this meme the other day. Not bad! “Maybe you could put them on top. Do they need to be embedded […]

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I love you, tree

“Man, that’s the best ice cream,” I told Ming on our trike ride. “It’s ice cream’s ice cream. When ice cream goes to the ice cream shop, that’s what it orders.” I was talking about the chocolate ice cream from Trader Joe’s, velvety like fudgesicles. He’s out watering the garden. When we got home, I […]

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MC Plant Snob in the house

“I’m ready to announce something, but I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it,” I said to Ming. We were on our morning ride, headed toward home. “I’m ready,” he said. “Ok, here we go. I’m going to say it. I don’t like mulberry trees.” “Are those mulberry trees?” “Yeah, well that one definitely […]

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my peeps were bombed and all I got was this stupid blog post

Hey, guess what. My peeps who were bombed over in New Mexico–it’s disturbing. It’s not my past, but it affects me a lot. My mom’s mom dying at age 52 of lymphoma was not a chance thing. The government hurt a lot of people, said oops, and fled. Here’s some info about it. https://www.trinitydownwinders.com/ It’s […]

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doing life

Hey, my beautiful darling finally guestblogged. That last post is so lovely, like a poem. I fill with curiosity–what will he say next? His words nourish me like little tasty fruits. I’m like pacman eating his words like those dots in a line. Doing life–talking to people, listening to music, sleeping, eating delicious foods. I […]