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many gods no masters

Lately I’ve been using the hashtag Many Gods No Masters.  It makes me giggle–it’s a spoof on the common anarchist phrase No Gods No Masters.  Yes, I’m a bad anarchist, for being religious.  I see God everywhere.  She is my favorite. Here’s an arati for the sect of Hinduism I did for 20 years.  I… Read More »

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nopales

Hey, guess what.  Ming and I were at the Mexican grocery store, and we were looking for a specific thing.  But I was attracted to the nopales.  A bag of fresh cactus, prepped–spines were removed, and it was diced. I wanted to buy it to make some, but I felt a tug of guilt.  It’s… Read More »

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what underwear is for

Hey, I’ve been thinking about what underwear is for.  What do you think underwear is for?  I used to think it was so you could wear your outer clothes an extra day, like the underwear keeps your pants or skirt or dress cleaner.  A stray drop of pee would not go on it. Then I… Read More »

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drug dealers

I saw a meme comparing doctors to drug dealers.  I found it provocative and edgy!  Also very true. So I changed the middle part and made my own meme, my own version.  The yellow background is simple, but I think it’s ok? Social support is a big factor in health outcomes and well-being, but mainstream… Read More »

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plastic man

Oh hey–how are you doing?  Ming and I were driving down the road the other day.  “How much does that water cost?” he asked me.  We were passing by a Watermill that was not our usual Watermill. Watermill is a kiosk in parking lots of Las Vegas where people get water that’s been through reverse… Read More »

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happy Diwali

We went to this free event put on by the South-Asian Women’s Alliance of Nevada.  It was called Festival of Lights, and I thought it would be a bunch of middle aged Indian women doing Diwali.  Happy Diwali. But I was wrong.  The women were mostly younger, and it was way more than Indian people. … Read More »

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heal the body

I made a new triptych.  It’s called heal the body. It was fun to make this art, to see the process through.  I painted the cardstock yellow with a lil orange in the morning.  It’s on a box from a package of frozen rice that Ming likes. I’d been thinking about rest, nurturing, and the… Read More »

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fat fantasy

I was lying in bed with Ming–he was sleeping.  Suddenly, it hit me–a fat fantasy.  Wow!  I was so excited I almost woke Ming up. clinic for fat people What if there was a clinic for fat people.  The clinic would specialize in the health of fat people, and be extra good at issues that… Read More »

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cancel culture and unconditional love

I shared with a friend the blog post sacred song, about ishtadevas and re-finding a lovely tune I’d lost, but mostly about being accepted no matter what.  When I shared the post, I realized that although I don’t use the words, it’s about cancel culture and unconditional love. I made a zine some months ago,… Read More »

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happy community

“What do you mean, it was dysfunctional!  As long as you did exactly what she said, exactly how she said to do it, everything was fine!”  We laughed, talking about happy community, reminiscing.  Yes, those were the days. daydreaming I was daydreaming about other futures.  We were thinking about where it would be best to… Read More »