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choice

Sometimes people praise me for something I do, and I thank them.  But sometimes I want to say urgently, “I had no choice.  I could do that, or I could die.” I hear people complain about society not validating their needs and choice, and I’m like, “Why are you still waiting for society to validate… Read More »

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you can’t unlock an unlocked door

Hey, I’ve been thinking about some koans.  One arose from a lived situation–You can’t unlock an unlocked door.  Yes, I was struggling with that, yesterday.  Well, I do it often.  I’m clumsy and bad with keys. Then I also thought–You can’t buy what’s free. I like those ideas, but I think koans are supposed to… Read More »

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floating ass

“I better get dressed,” I said.  “Jeeze, ask me if I wanna go outside.” “Do you wanna go outside?” Ming asked. “No,” I said.   “But if this is my specified hour, I better get my ass out there.”  Summer in the desert means only the dawn hour is good for me to be outside. He… Read More »

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trash

I’ve been going for walks by myself sometimes, when Ming is out serving the hungry.  I feel brave and kind of free–at the same time, exposed.  But it’s early enough that few people are out and about.  I see tons of trash. The shopping cart was made to facilitate capitalism, which is exploitative production of… Read More »

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the show must go on

Hello!  Ming took this pic of me with the purple sketchbook.  I wrote that stuff about work and capitalism, years ago. We are thinking about meeting in person again, the Las Vegas Radical Mental Health Collective.  Exciting!  We will do in person and zoom also. Also exciting is that I cut Ming’s hair.  He needed… Read More »

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urban river

We took another riverside walk.  I love paralleling this urban river.  These photos are amazing, if I do say so.  This was here in Las Vegas, on the Neon to Nature trail, headed north from near the Trader Joe’s on West Washington. First we encountered a roadside memorial.  “An anarchist died here,” I said to… Read More »

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parking lot

“Yay!  It’s a huge parking lot!  I will walk around the whole parking lot, and look at all the dumpsters!”  I wanted to walk the perimeter–the word perimeter appealed to me.  “But I almost never take anything out of the dumpsters.  I just look.  I am a good pumpkin.” “Yes, you’re a good pumpkin,” Ming… Read More »

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busted up RV

Hey, wow, I missed a day blogging yesterday.  That’s unusual.  But I know why–I’m doing this Alternatives to Suicide training, and it’s a four hour zoom.  Doesn’t work well for me.  I can barely do it. Struggling to engage right.  I feel like the weirdo of the world.  I want to contribute, but what I… Read More »

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birthday beauty

Hey, I survived another trip around the sun.  Last night I was sad and cried a pond.  Felt appropriate, missing my mom.  She birthed me, raised me, taught me good things and bad, saw me, listened to me breathe.  I spent almost all of my birthdays with her.  I miss her. This morning I was… Read More »

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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 »