Monday, October 24, 2016
belling the cat
But then we went to Morro Bay. I wanted to go to the anarchist thrift store but it didn't open till noon. We went to the bead store with all the pretty charms. I'm going to make a necklace for my friend L. We bought this sea urchin shell thing called a sputnik. I bought a tiny bell for a dollar. I could wear it around my neck and pretend I was a milk cow named Bessy. Or a belled cat.
Now we're at a favorite cafe. I like the light through the wall windows. Could do without the Halloween decorations though. The wifi password is skeleton.
Sunday, October 23, 2016
It's on days like this that I find solace in art. Mom and I were sitting on the couch holding hands and we reminded me of Los Dos Fridas. Do you know that painting? It's by Frida Kahlo, one of my favorites.
Brother gave me two of Dad's old pocket knives and a flashlight, two flashlights.
I have been having a craving for my favorite Brenda Hillman poem, "First Tractate" of Death Tractates. It starts like this.
got to but the soul
got to choose.
That it was very clever, stepping
from Lightworld to lightworld
as an egret fishes through its smeared reflections —
for it believed in the one life,
that it would last forever.
Friday, October 21, 2016
Today we're going to run some errands like get me off my parents' family plan for the cell phone. And I'm going to start using Dad's old cell phone. I want to go the bookstore too.
I'm cycling through stages of grief. This morning Ming and I walked at the park. Some trees had been cut down and the wood smelled good. An oak had dropped tons of acorns in a parking lot. We walked over them, crunching them.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Post by Guest Blogger: Death of blogger's dad
I wanted to tell you of the Langar that I went to last Wednesday.
I want to tell you that this blog owner's dad died yesterday. She, the primary non guest blogger, is staying strong and is supporting her mother and brother in this time of grief. We are in the undisclosed location where we have been before. It is sunny outside forecasted to reach 90 degrees today. So we are indoors in this land that usually does not get that hot, and has no evaporative coolers or air conditioners in the homes.
She is writing to her friends and is getting great supportive responses back to her. She is not freaking out.
She is telling me to make my paragraphs not too long in this guest blog post as it becomes less readable. That is her tip to me.
The langar that I went to last Wednesday was fun. I went with KR, C, and SJT. We got to the langar after sundown and paid respect then listened to the Sikh chanting prayers. As we were in the Langer Hall, we noted this painted picture and wondered who the picture was depicting. Google was of some use in searching for who the religious painting was of (image here: http://www.sikhismguide.org/images/babadeepsingh4.jpg) . Baba Deep Singh Ji was depicted cutting off his head and holding it forth in his left hand while holding a broad sword in his right hand, striding forward. We then noted that was also the name of the Gurdwara we were in, Gurdwara Baba Deep Singh Ji.
The meal was then served to the devotees and guests. Pakoras, curries, rice and honey rice were served.
I would have gone again to the langar last night but the death of blogger's dad interceded. We unusually began our travel in the early afternoon, whereas we usually begin traveling here before pre dawn. The ride was long but enjoyable, us arriving at 10:15pm.
We will be here for a few days.
My impressions: His death was preceded by a number of good days for him, including a trip to see his mother, and happened at a good time for us, after the fall event season.
That is me, spouse of blogger, signing off.
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Then we had tea with the priestess. She heated up some leftover apple dump cake and we ate some with our tea. I felt I had to eat some in order to be polite, but it was good. But I need to be careful.
Now I'm roasting delicata squash, and Hungarian mushroom soup is simmering on the stove. I need to make the salad too, later. It's for community dinner.
Tomorrow I have a medical appointment, hopefully the last for a while. And I have therapy. Ming has a teeth cleaning.
Then Thursday is a party for our friend King Ron. I'm baking a cake. I decided on chocolate with cream cheese frosting. And I'll make pesto pasta salad for that too, which is easy.
Monday, October 17, 2016
Then we bought groceries for a party, a dinner, and everyday life. And a birthday present. And breaded vegan fish for a treat.
Then we came home to put the groceries away and then we went to the printers to get some zines printed up that I didn't make enough of the first time around.
Then we went to this Japanese-Korean place that was awesome! We ordered a lot and our bill was way less than I expected. There were free side dishes and you can get more of them. What a deal. It's called GangNam. It's near Origin India. We got broccoli, asparagus, tempura, corn... There's a grill on each table. If you come to Las Vegas, maybe we can go there.
Now I have zines to make. I'm listening to music while Ming walks to the postie for stamps and to send some zines to a lady in Belgium.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Political prisoner letter writing night last night went great but everyone but us was late. But we did it.
Thinking of going to the Phoenix Zine Fest next weekend. Yeah!
It's a full moon, hunter moon, a super moon, I heard.
Still in my nightgown. It's the colorful one. A little kid down the street is screaming as their parent yells obscenities. I'm so glad I don't have that going on.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Friday, October 14, 2016
tonight we're going to read emails like it's 1999
I was looking at old emails before I deleted this old terrible yahoo account. And now I feel compelled to forward them all to my new junk email account because they're antiques. Or at least vintage.
Today I wrote something about being an interfaith person. Ming said we should put it in the next NDE newsletter. For sure we need more in the next newsletter.
Just now I called Sister M to see if she'd write a book review for the newsletter too. Ming's making coffee for King Ron who should be here soon to chop onions and garlic for Food Not Bombs. The coffee smells good.
Thursday, October 13, 2016
I could tell you about the cops coming to yesterday's food serving, but they did't come back today.
I could tell you about the dollar store with its cheap chips.
I could tell you about going to the goddess temple grounds today so Ming could put up a rabbit fence for the small orchard. He didn't finish so we're going back next week.
I could tell you about my desire for the correct amount of green beans. Trader Joe's sells them in bags that are too big.
I could tell you about how beautiful Ming is or how much I like fall.
Instead I'll tell you I feel detached from the election and my mental health is much sturdier for it. I am not involved.
Wednesday, October 12, 2016
I have this pomegranate I plucked from J's tree. She said you have to catch them before the weird angular pomegranate bug does. So I plucked one and put it on my altar and it's been there for a while. It's starting to darken. I think it's drying.
Yesterday our friend was supposed to leave at 2 but her ride was late so she was here till after 3, and by the time she was actually out of here, the day felt over. I had wanted to go out but I didn't want to go out anymore. I like morning energy.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Monday, October 10, 2016
the event is over
but people are still here.
I feel selfish for time alone.
In the pictures,
I see Tom with the drum
he's liked for years.
At all the events, he has that drum.
When I was sleeping,
I had dreams about the event
Now I'm clueless about dinner.
I don't want to make that soup
I thought about.
Ming dishes himself spicy pickles.
It's dark out.
Kelsey is in the other house.
If I go to her,
Sunday, October 09, 2016
I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield down by the test site
There was a marching band for peace and we processed to the line without Johnnie Bobb to lead us, which felt weird. We encountered friends as we walked. It was like a dream. I held one of the butterflies.
Then when we got to the line--there were a hundred of us, maybe?--the band was still playing, and R crossed. I was confused about what he was doing--he seemed to be trying to read something to the guards.
Ming suggested we cross, so he put down my butterfly and we held hands and stepped across the line.
So I was arrested again. I was directed to a pen and went in to stand in the shade.
Meanwhile, some young women crossed and decided to resist arrest, sort of. Rather than entering the pen easily, they kept walking into the test site. I was confused about what they wanted to do. I guess they wanted to disrupt the status quo of arrests there.
Some guards hurt the wrists of the women who resisted. They called a dog over, the K9. But they didn't have the dog attack.
In the pen we talked. There were 12 women in our pen and 21 in the other pen, I guess. Somehow in the confusion a woman was in the pen with the men.
So it was a pretty good arrest but not as satisfying as the one two weeks ago. I'm sunburned. We didn't get to sing our Mother song before lunch. I wasn't really planning to get arrested. We were late to lunch.
Then we left. Everyone else was going to continue to Creech Air Force Base, but Ming and I didn't want to. We passed Creech on our way home and saw there were maybe 20 police vehicles parked there. Wtf.
Then we went to Whole Foods and bought expensive juice drinks. I needed something cold. I couldn't cool down though I had the car's air conditioning blasting on me for 45 minutes.
I drank and drank. At home Ming and I lay in bed talking. It took a couple hours until I was really able to cool down. I feel fine now.
Saturday, October 08, 2016
Then my friend tells me, "Why do you want to be a normal person? You're awesome," and I feel a bit better.
The national gathering is wonderful and difficult. I look forward to it being over because I need some regular life.
But tomorrow we go to the test site and the air force base to vigil. And Ming and I will sing Jaya Jaya Janani for the crowd.
Then Monday there's an NDE board meeting. They last all day.
Yesterday I gave a workshop on zines and it went well but I don't want to finish the job. I need to assemble the zine pages we made into a zine, so I need to make a cover, maybe an intro, maybe an outro. And I need to photocopy it and bind it. What a pita.
And I promised someone I'd look through the easily accessible portion of my zine collection for political zines. I just want to rest and ignore my responsibilities.
Friday, October 07, 2016
peace be with you
It's the Catholic Worker National Gathering here in Las Vegas. I am not participating in everything, but I'm giving a zine workshop at 1. I am pretty ready. Ming's giving a permaculture workshop at 3.
Last night we waited up late for houseguests that never came. Turns out they slept at the Catholic Worker last night without letting us know. You know me--I'm a planner. So I would have liked to have known (understatement).
My phone's blogging app doesn't work with my phone's new operating system. I'll be blogging and it will crash and I'll lose what I was writing. Sux.
I think that's just about all the news. I like the way it's cooling off here. Still going to hit 90 a few days but getting down into the 50s at night.
Thursday, October 06, 2016
We did a little work for the priestess and made plans to return next week so Ming can make a rabbit fence for the new orchard. A new fridge was being delivered, so we took everything off the old fridge, including the poetry magnets, which were mostly stuck on.
Then we napped. Then we had dinner. Ming got some rice from the priestess. We forgot our rice. I had canned dal and Ming had canned chili.
Then the new fridge was delivered. The worker had put the fridge door on the wrong side so had to fix it. Ming and the priestess cleaned out behind where the old fridge was, cleaned out the mouse poop. I had seen a mouse in the kitchen a few hours earlier. I was afraid of seeing more.
Then we went to bed and I slept poorly because of pain from my pinched nerve. (When she was here, our friend K said I should try chiropracty.) I finally took some advil around 11:30.
We were going to walk early but it was too cold, so in the morning we packed up and left. I put a donation for the temple in an envelope and wrote a note to the priestess. I said we love her.
Wednesday, October 05, 2016
Tuesday, October 04, 2016
bury the dead where they're found
That ring I posted a pic of--did I already post that picture? I love that ring--it's at the goddess temple as an offering. I love how the gems are set horizontally. I would like a ring like that one day.
Maybe I should look for a custom jeweler. But I'm not used to buying myself things like that.
I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens' Carrie & Lowell which makes me think of my ex, all that pain and grief and fucked up-ness. Death.
Here are some lyrics from "The Only Thing."
The only thing that keeps me from driving this car
Half-light, jack knife into the canyon at night
Signs and wonders, Perseus aligned with the skull
Slain Medusa, Pegasus alight from us all
Do I care if I survive this, bury the dead where they’re found
In a veil of great surprises I wonder did you love me at all?
The only thing that keeps me from cutting my arm
Cross hatch, warm bath, Holiday Inn after dark
Signs and wonders, water stain writing the wall
Daniel’s message, blood of the moon on us all
Do I care if I despise this, nothing else matters, I know
In a veil of great disguises, how do I live with your ghost?
Should I tear my eyes out now?
Everything I see returns to you somehow