There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you. It’s about garlic magic. You ready? Please kick back, put your feet up, put your hands behind your head, and hear what I have to say about disability and the Queen of Spices. garlic trouble Garlic is my favorite. But for a while, I couldn’t handle it. … Read More »
Month: August 2020
ten things I suck at
Here are ten things I suck at, in case you were wondering. drawing the right number of breasts on goddesses Seems the more the better, really. Too much is not enough! not answering rhetorical questions I think probably every question is a real question, like jokes are often real commentary. I answer it then realize… Read More »
bad medicine
Please have faith I’ll get to my point, as I tell you this tale. I’m angry the medical system is fucked, and it’s both general and personal. last year almost dying When I was in the hospital, I had four roommates–two in ICU, two in regular. 1. angry confrontative lady who freaked out a lot… Read More »
what stops change
Hey, there was a meme I was dissatisfied by, so I had some commentary, made a list of my own, of what stops change, in my life. I realized it would make a terrible meme because it was too much. Then I realized there were factors inside me and outside me. So I thought I… Read More »
desert beauty with shoes
Hey, guess what. We’re at an airbnb by Joshua Tree. We went for a walk this morning and saw the sunrise. I really like creosote and the gray balls with seeds are really cute. Thank you to Ming for photographing me. Here’s jojoba–I remember it from when I worked at the botanic garden in Santa… Read More »
how my pasta is spelt
“I hate hippies. Too bad I am one,” I said to Ming. I had ordered online some spelt pasta. “Yeah, in case your elbow is in a spelling bee,” I said. I read the box directions for cooking the pasta. It said to bring water to a boil and slowly add the pasta. “Yeah, it’ll… Read More »
beware the bad airbnb
Hey, this is easily the worst airbnb I ever stayed at. Let me count the ways. bad info The guesthouse we’re staying at has the same address as the main house. That was confusing. The listing is full of irrelevant and untrue info, like specifications of a water purifier that’s no longer here, but lacks… Read More »
night ride in Funkytown
The other morning, I was thinking about Funkytown. Ming and I were planning our day. “What should we do fun today?” I asked, a favorite question. “I don’t know,” he said. “Would you take me to Funkytown?” I asked. “Where’s Funkytown?” he asked. “Uh, Las Vegas? Probably we live in Funkytown. New Orleans?” He wasn’t… Read More »
Hey, how have you been? I’ve gone through a weird-ass journey lately without leaving my house. I’ve felt so many feelings–I could win the feeling olympics. I’d be on the top step, gold medal Laura-Marie, crying, deeply solid in my grief and joy. I put up some new art. Feels good to invite it into… Read More »
hot breakfast
Hey, I’ve been thinking of hacks for my crockpot. My crockpot–wow, do I love it. I use it every day. I think of it as a rice cooker, as that’s the thing I use it for most. Also I use it for quinoa–it gets a little toasty on the bottom, but not burned. I did… Read More »