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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 »

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neighborhood love: how to help

Ming did some good photography–this place with its overflowing orange container is so beautiful, and the burnt out car.  It’s been a process. Now the building has the no trespassing spraypainted on it, boarded up. I hear a story from this scene, and I feel lucky to respect and honor it: poverty, racism, capitalism, exploitation.… Read More »

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art trash poverty neighborhood love

Hey, guess what.  I wrote my thank you notes.  One was stilted and repressed.  One is beautiful and expansive. I got some big news today.  Having people I’m close to and love, it hits me hard, the changes to their lives.  I heard being a parent is choosing to have your heart walking around outside… Read More »

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trash is beautiful

Hey, did you know I’m fat and against fascism?  Probably you noticed. My trike wheel is in the shop, supposed to be done Friday.  We went for a walk out of desperation.  “Walking seems so slow and the incorrect ratio of work to travel,” I told Ming.  “I wish I could trike everywhere!” But the… Read More »

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so happy

“Showers are dangerous places! Especially if you might get struck by the lightning of ideas,” I told Ming. “I couldn’t write it down, because there wasn’t a pen–I thought of using soap crayons, but there were none.” I sowed some seeds for microgreens, sunflowers this time, and I thought they were dead, that they must… Read More »