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lucky

“How did I get so lucky, to find this love?” He was half-asleep, naked except for his chonies again, his hair so messy and beautiful. “Oh, you have ocd and narcolepsy. You were in the bargain bin!” I looked at his smiling mouth and closed eyes. We were laughing. I imagined the bargain bin at… Read More »

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moonstone beach

We went to Moonstone beach, and it was my first time seeing the ocean in two years, since before my mom died.  You know I was in the desert, those two years. This trip to my homeland is no joyride!  But I do like to find joy everywhere.  This trip is for healing, feeling, facing… Read More »

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hotels

Hotels are like dysfunctional apartment complexes full of mostly rich people.  We are here for only a short time, so we don’t organize.  We accept the weirdness of hotels and move on. Right now we’re at a fancy hotel my mom loved and visited with her sister.  It was that special time after my dad… Read More »

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nonsense

Nonsense is important to me as a source of creativity and source of sense.  I recommended this video to an artist friend in Sacramento, so I rewatched it this morning, and I was reminded how much I love it. I was laughing at the beautiful specious nonsense and invited Ming to watch with me. “This… Read More »

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what I’ve learned

This trip is amazing, and here’s a list of what I’ve learned so far.  Just some easy to put my finger on facts. what I’ve learned I am very allergic to wicker furniture. A decent bed is not optional. A decent chair is not optional either. Starting a journey telling Ming, “I will be clear… Read More »

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fiction

Hey, guess what.  I wrote some fiction.  I read it to Ming on a walk–just 500 words. It’s kind of a ghost story.  Ming thought it was amazing and said something really smart about it.  He said it was straightforward, leading the reader by the hand.  He contrasted this fiction with my poetry–he said my… Read More »

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airbnbs we have known

Thinking about the airbnbs we have known.  Our first time was back when we visited Olympia, Washington six and a half years ago.  We got the small studio apartment of a flight attendant.  The idea was that she rented out her space to people while she was elsewhere. The apartment building felt sketch, and I… Read More »

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my favorite stims

Stimming is a common thing humans do.  Stims can be comforting, stress reducing, pleasurable.  I made a video (with Ming’s help) about my favorite stims.  The CC works pretty good; it says stems instead of stims, but you get the idea. Thought you might like to see what I do.  Or you might like some… Read More »

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Bob Saget

Oh hey.  The internet told me that Bob Saget died.  I felt an emotional reaction that surprised me. “An actor died,” I told Ming. “Yeah,” he said. “Do you know who this Bob Saget is?” I asked. “No,” Ming said.  “I was just reading about him.” “He was on Full House,” I said.  “Did you… Read More »

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almond butter

“Hey, lover.  I need to tell you something,” I said to Ming, thinking about almond butter.  “There’s something I told you before, but now it changed, so it’s no longer true.  You wanna hear what I’m talking about?” “Sure,” he said.  We were out in the driveway, and it was dusky out.  I wanted to… Read More »