I thought confidence was pretending. “Fake it till you make it” is too sad. I’d rather not fake anything. My mom was impressed with confident doctors. When she told me that, I felt like I was going to puke. She wanted a doctor to come off as knowing stuff. I would prefer a doctor who… Read More »
This new zine resisting capitalism for fun #4 is ready to share. Please let me know if you’d like to trade. It’s about why I’m an activist, the sacredness of teen girls, ways of being homeless, inner world, nonviolence and community, and what I’m most grateful for. Serving bread on the soupline. Forgiveness, having a… Read More »
My friend gave me this shirt for my birthday. It’s not my usual size but fits anyway. I feel loved. the party Being social in person exhausts me. It’s hard for me to concentrate and respond appropriately. I want to drift off–I have to keep reeling myself back to shared reality. Trouble staying on the… Read More »
These are some rich intense postings of thoughtful thoughted observations. I love reading the content of these messages. Exhaustingness and decreased functionality is the post writing atmosphere. I hear the Google Analytics is showing increased promise and potential. Today was Laura-Marie’s birthday party at the Las Vegas Catholic Worker, Covid style. Cleaned successfully some living… Read More »
Ming has multiple disabilities–one is a learning disability. I’ll mention it to people, and they resist. “He doesn’t seem like he has a learning disability!” they’ll say. “Yep, he does,” I’ll say. “He got accommodations for it in college.” I’m trying to get legitimacy by noting the accommodations. Like–it’s real. Even a college said it… Read More »
“I’m glad you had some rice,” I told Ming. “I like sharing my food with you. It’s like it tastes better!” It was early morning. We were in the kitchen, and he had just thanked me for rice. Sometimes I slice up a sweet potato and put that in my rice to cook, and a… Read More »
zine irony I used to give away my zines only, for years, and people would be skeptical. Or people would think the zines had no worth, if there was no dollar amount–they must be low quality, so I should’t bother. I learned I could reach more people by charging for my zines, as people would… Read More »
Hey, how are you doing? Ming and I came home. I like home, but I get overwhelmed. Too much to do! So much mail to read! Buy fruit, ride trike, dance a jig. Theorize how capitalism needs racism. This morning I was thinking about how capitalism needs racism to function. I was lying in bed… Read More »
Yesterday I found out the family of Tashii Brown is supposed to get a $2.2 million settlement for Tashii Brown‘s 2017 murder at the hands of Las Vegas cops. I was surprised. I’d heard zero about the settlement. Yesterday I googled Tashii Brown, trying to find an informative link about his killing, to share with… Read More »
Ming and I went to Death Valley yesterday morning. We saw the sun rise twice, because of how the mountains are. There were almost no people around. We went to Salt Creek so Ming could look for pupfish. He has a thing for them. I sang, which felt good–I didn’t feel the energy in a… Read More »