Vulnerable Perspectives

12-09-2024

I share a lot of things on the internet. So much that to the untrained eye, or less interested party, you might think that I share it all-that there is nothing I hold back about in my life. This could not be further from the truth. 

I admit I have relied on the concept that if you give people so many details beyond what anyone would normally share, they won’t ask deeper questions, or be curious about other hidden aspects. 

I found this method has protected me most of my adult life from having to answer uncomfortable questions. People think there could not possibly anything else to tell, which has been my autistic way of coping with deep emotions I can’t process. If they don’t ask, I don’t have to tell.

But the greatest most intense moments in my life- the joys, the adventures, the grief and despair, the satisfactions, and the endless passions of love, have, for the most part never been publicly shared, or shared even in private except for the very few people who showed genuine interest.

Not because I am trying to obfuscate some grander mystery about my life. I mostly hold back on telling people about many awesome or intense experiences because sharing these often extraordinary parts of my story mean I am unprotected. 

And more importantly, the people I care about also become vulnerable, or a potential target. 

However, on occasion my method of keeping my sensitive self safe and hidden has backfired. Because, if I am honest, I want some people in my life to be the emotional archeologists uncovering the great finds and digging deeper. But like many great ruins of unknown ancient cities, people just walk right over them everyday never once thinking there is more to know just below the surface..

Over exposure can be emotionally deadly, so not allowing commentary on intense experiences for most of my life has been a very good boundary. 

Leaving yourself out there, subject to ridicule can shrink your soul. 

However, not allowing yourself to be vulnerable in your art has an equally deadening effect.

This month the challenge of sharing just enough, but also protecting the secret aspects of my exceptional life that are not only mine to keep, has led to some serious sacrifices in an artistic sense on my part.

I was shortlisted for something about being “vulnerable,” ironically. I had to withdraw from the contest to protect one such story because winning requires I share the story publicly on social media.

This I could never do, regardless of the money, accolades, or connections it might provide.

Now, it’s got me wondering how many truly incredible stories, art, images, music, and experiences are never shared in order to protect the people living these intense lives?

I find myself looking at the profiles of friends and family wondering just how much don’t I know. 

Tonight I feel this is a gift greater than winning an art competition. I’m seeing everyone I have connected with in these past few decades in a new light of renewed curiosity and mystery.

And my brain is alive with stories I would write about them, questions I would like to ask.

This is my last blog post for 2024 and having a new curiosity about the people in your life, seeking a vulnerable authentic perspective about everyone, including yourself, is my wish for you all in the coming year. 

Actually, Love

11-11-2024

I think the reason so many people ridicule love and being in love as a weakness, is the deep inner truth most of us feel of how powerful love can be. 

It compels us beyond anything else, certainly more powerful than fear,or pain, and even hate. 

Those who can’t love, or don’t understand love, or worst of all, who have been broken by love, have to make the power of it seem small. They must diminish love because it scares them. 

Otherwise they feel they will lose control. Control is their false emotional security blanket they have fostered all their life to pretend their emptiness isn't real.

If they allow love into their soul without seeking to control it, they can not channel the inferior powers left in the absence of love. Violence and domination through fear aren't an optio when real love is present. Real love destroys those in an instant.

You can’t control love. It doesn’t care about your rules, your science, your religion, your politics, what you’re supposed to feel, your carefully crafted morals and ideals, your loyalties, regardless of how much you do. 

Love bonds to the part of you that is most alive, and so naturally, can also hurt you the most. It can make you feel the magic of existence like no other energy. And the aching darkness of grief in its absence.

When love is free to do as it will in your being, its power guides you and sets you free to expand your heart to love even more. 

You grow into loving more and more of existence, unless you attempt to diminish it or deny it. And it takes all the good energy you have to deny it, to push it away, to pretend it is not there. 

Diminishing real love leads to a sad empty existence that often needs to be filled with dark substitutions like violence and hatred. Or addictions. If you deny love that you feel, you have to forget what it feels like to love. And that empty hole you gutted in yourself to diminish your feelings will grow in time and consume you. 

Only the power of love can heal it.

Perhaps even more sad than the self destruction people engage in, is never being open to the depth of the power of love in the first place. I find it’s common in our modern world, especially with men since they are often shamed by others who proclaim being in love as a weakness or worse having feelings at all as weak.

Religions have understood the power of love for centuries. Most seek to harness the power of love, to control it in a specific direction to benefit their own power, to manipulate it rather than expand love and loving each other. 

Religions often redefine it for people through an entity like a god, rather than letting it flow through them freely as we were meant to do as human beings. They attempt to cage love making it a prison for the soul whose jailers are called sin, loyalty, and shame. 

Yet still some find a way to truly love in the world despite these machinations even within these churches. But others would burn those who embrace the power of love. Call them witches, and declare their art of love a sin. This has been the tragic story of human kind for many centuries.

I think when people call women witches they are recognizing not only a clever, free thinking woman they can’t really control with religion, but often also a human soul comfortable with the power of love, someone compelled by it beyond all other things.

They reject a woman willing to be led by passion, kindness, empathy, and wild abandon, who embraces the beauty of nature rather than the rules laid down primarily by men who seek to diminish love as a weakness because they fear its true power. These men know they can not control this woman. 

So they must try to destroy her. They watch her die rather than help her. They burn her.

Yet the strength of her love lives on even in the ashes of those fires. She will return as another unruly loving creature. And love will grow back stronger. Love is not destroyed by death. 

And there will always be witches since they are as natural as the sea and the mountains, as the sun, as the moon and the stars in sky.

I always try to keep in the front of my mind that true strength is based in love. When I feel weak, sad, fearful or helpless, and most importantly, when I feel anger and rage- I focus on all the love I have ever felt and just like magic my strength returns. 

I’m not sure it’s something I could teach other people to do, but I really wish I could because we are all going more of this strength in the upcoming times.

The loveless sad empty men and even some similar women that dominate through fear and hatred who have been ruining themselves consumed with empty greed and a longing for power that can not be filled, are in control of too many parts of the world right now. 

They are will try to destroy us all with their empty black holes of a soul devoid of kindness and compassion. They will try to make those who operate through love enemies of each other.

I am not sure if there is enough love in the world to heal them of their madness but I think we can protect each other. Especially we witches.

I am reminded of a great line in the song "Illumination" from Gogol Bordello: "Of course there is no us and them, but them they do not think the same." 

I have to remember the strength of love will help me protect those who would be the target of such pathetic beings as long as I let if flow freely through me, honestly, and without hesitation.  

I will always let the nature of love be my truest guide. And I hope everyone I love can do the same.

Breaking Point

9-30-2024

I've been on hiatus from my this blog for two months in order to indulge more in real life, less internet and hand written writing projects that don't involve the computer. I was at a breaking point with all of the world horrors, unjust wars, genocides, stupid US election behavior, diseases and climate change seemingly accelerating beyond a turning point. 

I firmly believe that we hit the tipping point in the past few weeks, and multiple catastrophes are all likely our destiny now, both man-made- like AI and genocides, and natural like extreme weather. Though strictly speaking climate change and the ensuing hurricanes, deadly heat waves, and floods are man-made and by extension disease and more war are a consequence too.

I wanted to take time to appreciate the relative peace and good times before things get much worse.

I hope I am wrong. I want our government to stop funding fossil fuel, genocide, and corporate greed but I see no change on the horizon. 

All the wars are always the same. Greedy, rich, powerful people convincing, lying to, or forcing poor and desperate people to kill other human beings so the powerful can have even more power and more resources for themselves. 

Catastrophes are already happening all around us- but people don't pay attention, real attention, until it happens to them personally. I learned this in a big way during the pandemic. People are very accustomed to shocking tragic news and just carry on like nothing is wrong these days.

I am going to spend the next year focusing my energy and attention on what matters most to me art, love, and music as I have no real way to battle the extreme injustices occurring all over the world with my country's money. I have no way to help the desperate poor and unseen vulnerable other than to lend them my heart and good will.

I don't pray for change. I haven't ever seen the real systemic changes that need to happen ever be affected in the slightest by prayer. Prayer, at best, is a good form of mediation on what matters in life- at worst prayers are used an excuse to allow harms to continue because now it's in "God's hands."

If it is all in "God's hands" then he has a lot of blood on those hands right now.

The Empire is Falling

7-02-2024

I am unusual for an American. I’m from a poor background, yet I’ve been all over the world multiple times before the existence of the algoshitter and after. In these travels I have become friends with many people who are from places where their nation fell and dissolved into chaos. Most became refugees but some could not leave and had to endure decades in transition. 

I have been privileged to learn from my friends about how to recognize dark times ahead and how get through it. It's a skill set more people need to be focusing on. The most important thing is sharing with each other, building strong bounds regardless of politics and learning to do almost everything needed to survive for yourself because the systems won't be there. Maybe not even the currency.

I figure it’s fairly obvious to most people our empire is falling by now. We’ve been on that path for a long time. Not just recently, but I’d say this current hellscape is linked directly to the days when our government spent endless time and money on a White House aid having sex with the president- ruining her life and bringing our country to a standstill. 

This is not to say I have ever believed we are a true democracy. We’ve always been at the mercy of greedy land grabbers, war mongers, and religious nuts, but there was a short period of time where things got a bit better for everyone. We taxed the uber wealthy, people made a living wage, and human rights were progressing then…

In the Clinton era the forces that are allying now to remove the human rights of women, POC, LGBTQI and anyone who isn’t on the same shitty biblical bullshit page or corporate profit/war monger page, learned a lot about how to distract the public from the real issues. They learned to plant conservatives in the Democratic party and the Democrats will cave. They bought and paid for elections in secret.

They made sure anyone getting elected meant you would have to compromise toward the right due to how hard it is to compete with PAC money. And that compromising has been going on ever since- ever increasing. 

The Democrats have more in common with the former GOP than the Republicans do now that they've gone all fascist. It’s this “compromise” and moderate approach that has brought us to our current terrifying status as a nation. 

An old smarmy shady real estate dealer and corrupt felon with an ambition to overthrow the government, and the election he lost, is now immune from paying for his crimes while president. He's allowed to run for office again despite committing treason- AND HE HAS THE BEST CHANCE OF WINNING.

Oh he'll try to stay president until he dies if he is elected since there are so many crimes he needs to answer for at this point.

The Supreme Court is packed with corrupt conservative lackeys- which started happening when Bush II lost the popular vote but still became president. The Democrats caved and let him have it even with the Florida debacle. That horrid time led to decades of completely useless war in the Middle East, and many of the bad actors in the SCOTUS now. And then during the Obama times they blocked his rightful last nominations. 

But even Bush II dislikes Trump.

Imagine thinking George Bush Jr. is the better man. THAT is how far we’ve fallen as a country.

Lobbyists and big PAC are in control of house and senate elections. And via gerrymandering, voter suppression, and the electoral college the presidential election can easily be won without the popular vote. 

I hope all the people who’ve spent the past 20 years telling me to vote Democrat rather than push hard for progressives and for leaders who aren’t as easy to corrupt via PAC money are talking a long look at themselves right now. The DNC hardliners in particular. They blame their losses on third-party candidates when actually they don't run strong candidates in the first place. They also make sure populist candidates or progressives have virtually no chance.

People need to realize this hellscape is partly created by the DNC and their associated PAC funding too.

If we had a swing to the left in 2016 by electing Bernie Sanders, literally one of the most popular politicians in modern history, we might be in totally different place but Sanders as president was intentionally prevented- via collusion in the DNC. 

I've been preparing for rough times in one way or another since 2016. 

And in 2020 the DNC by putting all their sway behind Biden during the primaries instead of the many more capable people running, including Sanders led us to this current state of affairs. 

Nearly the entire platform for Biden 2020 was "Vote for him or else you'll have Trump again."

And now he we go again, people have had time to forget how fucking terrible Trump is, they are distracted by the media circus and the current Democratic option is again Biden, someone who is too old and obvious to everyone, not functioning at the top of his game. But AIPAC wants him because he'll fund the endless killing of Palestinians and they won't give money to the DNC unless they get a say, so that's the candidate.

I realize Trump will also fund the terrible goings on in Israel and many more places and probably do even worse but we're trying to win the supposed left wing vote which should stand against genocide.

The past four years have been really hard on most people who aren’t rich. And the Democrats haven’t done a lot to show how they are helping everyday Americans. At this moment the minimum wage federally is still the same as it was 15 fucking years ago and everything thing cost so much more than ever.

Biden helping fund more war in the Middle East including the genocide going on in Israel when just one of those weapons aid packages going to Israel (more than 30 billion a year even before the recent war) could fucking solve world hunger for the entire year. It seems to ordinary people money can be found for everything except helping working families.

And still the DNC thus far aren’t doing the real work of nominating someone who could win before Trump actually destroys everything good that remains. They are pushing the “Vote for BIDEN or else you have Trump” thinking it will work again. They are willing for us all to die on their hill.

I remember waking up the morning of the election results 2016 in Tallinn, Estonia (I voted absentee) to the sounds of a knock at the door with three friends holding a bottle of single malt scotch. These friends had all been through corrupt and failing times in their own countries of origin.

“Welcome to the club!” they said pouring a big measure into a jam jar. “You’re going to need this.”

I suggest stocking up on single malt now. You’re going to need it.

Neoliberals Are to Blame

5-27-24

In conversation yesterday I had a quick reminder that many younger people don't really realize that the track we are on as a nation (and much of the world) can be traced back to one kind of politician.

NEOLIBERALS.

We are in this hellscape that is getting worse because of neoliberalism. Most of what is going horribly wrong in recent years is directly connected to neoliberal policies put forward in my youth.

They aren't actually exclusively Republican Party. In fact, a large majority of Democrats are neoliberals too.

These policies based in the idea that free market crapitalism was the best system for all policies, including social policies like health and education as well as environmental laws.

It's the wrongheaded idea that for-profit systems should be the guide for everything particularly by allowing fairly unrestricted unfettered capitalism with almost no checks and balances.

In short, letting the "competition and profit" between the rich ruling classes, corporations, and governments in various countries be the guiding principle of all policy.

It's why the US still has a for profit healthcare system.

It's why real rent control does not exist.

It's why most younger people can not buy a home.

It's why colleges are so expensive, and the debt is even more of a racket.

It's why we sell weapons to bad actors around the world and commit genocide.

It's why pollution is so fucking bad.

It's why the ocean is full of trash.

It's why global warming and climate change is getting worse.

It's why schools aren't good.

It's why retirement isn't an option for so many people.

It's why important science and research often gets suppressed or manipulated or not even funded.

It's why it mentally hurts to be alive and have morals but also need to survive because even when you know it's inherently wrong- if you aren't actively participating in this horrible paradigm shifted system you might not survive.

Neoliberals believe the control of all things should be in private hands, not public hands.

They believe in taking the resources out of the hands of the many and giving them to the hands of the few.

Neoliberals are literally the worst form of crapitalist out there, and 90% of American politicians vote for these policies.

So when I have people trying to school me on who is better to elect to "lead this country" (usually the same people who do the red vs blue team stuff) I try to remind them that, in fact, there are only three actual types of politicians that really exist in the United States-Socialist Progressives, Neoliberals, and of course, Fascists.

Everything else is just bull shit labeling trying to hoodwink the population into thinking anything will change or make people feel less bad about taking advantage.

If a politician is not a progressive they do not deserve my loyalty in anyway at all and no amount of scare mongering about the "future" is going to change my mind.

This blind loyalty to a two-party neoliberal system over purpose-driven system is how we get to this year's horrifying Presidential election choices politicians. 

Our only options to elect as president:

A sexist, racist, corrupt con man with skin like a tangerine who is essentially a shady real estate dealer who got famous on bad reality tv and is a narcissistic buffoon who attempted a half ass coup the last time he was in office. He literally has more criminal cases against him than the average dictator after being deposed. 

A shady corrupt corporate shill degenerating octogenarian who is actively supplying weapons for a genocide, who has more in common with Regan Republicans than actual left.

A guy who is related to a president from the 60s who got shot in the head, this candidate himself says he had a parasite eat part of his brain but it still doesn’t excuse his dipshittery against vaccines and a lot bunch of crazy stuff he says- which still isn't as bad as the orange buffoon but is likely to help the buffoon get elected.

Seriously America? Couldn't we do like a tiny bit better? If we didn't have this stupid "red team" "blue team" behavior every election we could.

Sometimes I really do wish John Stewart, or someone similar comedian would run for president.I know that sounds nuts but anybody under 60 who isn’t a complete moron and has true compassion would be better than what we are looking now at in this broken system. At least that candidate might be entertaining.

Jackpot

3-26-24

My heart is broken over many things right now. 

My mind is swirling with the images of genocide happening in real time, a world away with financial support from my country. My mind screams stop killing so many people, but also it screams how that same money could be helping people all over this country instead of making Palestinian children into skeletons.

My memory keeps reminding me of friends who died in the past four years making me cry randomly at nothing sometimes ten times a day. 

My body is having another health issue caused by a lack of a dentist and reasonable, effective health care. 

In short, I'm not OK.

Yet I am trying to be. But these problems aren't solved because the obvious solutions, are not within my power to solve including my personal ones at the moment. The frustration of knowing it could be solved and anguish of knowing it won't be solved just adds to the layer of general not OK status.

There are people who could change things for me, for everyone suffering, without it taking anything away from them personally but they don't. They do nothing, just like our country "abstaining" in the UN vote for a ceasefire in Gaza. 

I'm supposed to be grateful these people with power and money don't choose to do even worse things. But honestly I loathe them so damn much because at least evil people are active and doing what they said they would, keeping their promises.

Just letting horrible things happen when you could change it easily, is the most disgusting thing a person or a nation could do.

A couple of big lottery jackpots one in the billion dollar range are happening this next two days in the US. My husband and I made a point to buy tickets because he knows I like to fantasize how different I would be from existing rich people. 

I only play because I like fantasizing what would happen. I would win and be able to help myself and others who are forgotten but amazing people finally have resources to do incredible good-for-the-world things.

I fantasize about getting to highlight and support these brilliant people. While the rest of the world churns away with AI, genocide, extremism and crapitalism, we'd grow sustainable food and create food forests around the country and the world. 

We'd make things, have connected communities, make art and music, write books, help people get healthy and feel worthy. 

There would be non-profit old fashioned coffee shops that were device free and charged by the cost of operation plus 20% and used the profit to pay for housing for the employees and local families.

With one of these big jackpots we could make aircrete shelters and alternative buildings for unhoused people and refugees, and people in times of tough transition. 

I'd make sure the Church of Salt had buildings of Sanctuary for art and community all over the world instead of having to end in person meetings due death threats because we want to include people and not focus on a "god" but instead community.

We could heal some of the wounds of crapitalism by at long last having the resources to do the things we already do but finally on a broader scale. 

If I won the jackpot I would make helping on a life changing scale my main hobby. 

I'd open a school centered on life-skills and artisan skills that embrace nurturing each other with nature. It would have free cob building and natural building master classes, how to rewild a yard, and how to make pigments from natural sources, somatic dance, music of all kinds, cooking with real ingredients, foraging, how to repurpose anything, effective habit building, just to name a few. 

Rather than a college degree that seeks to prepare people for the grind of a workforce held captive by the powerful people that produces crap, people could come to the school to learn things that made them able to survive and to enjoy life and enjoy learning.

I would host free concerts of musicians I found all around the world getting to play the same stage with well known names. 

I would be self-centered too, of course I would. I would get more instruments than I need, more books than I could read, and likely too much clothing. But in my lottery fantasies I am always commissioning the things I wear from local artists and makers instead of sweatshops and brand designers. I'm buying those instruments from luthiers I know. I'm finding good new indy books- I'm even helping them publish. 

I would have a vintage car and have it converted to an electric car. I would have a vardo too. A constantly available stage and performance hall for the thousands of show ideas and productions that I have would exist.

But you know what I would never spend even one cent on? I would never support war, violence, blind consumption or spend my life trying to make even more fucking money. How fucking sick and boring can you get? What in the hell is wrong with most of these rich people these billionaires always still focusing on status and power and worst of making more money? 

Having enough would be my goal even as a multi-millionaire- I would want to spend it constructively so by the time I died I wasn't crazy rich. And honestly I wouldn't want to be famous- it would make getting things done too hard.

I guess I'm just not infected with crapitalism enough to want to play those status games. It doesn't interest me in the least. And in a way that's sort of like winning a bigger jackpot. I'm happy with enough, I feel as a person I am enough, but I can create previously unimaginable great things in an instant with right resources.

So right now I'm not OK. But with what's happening all around I shouldn't be completely fine or OK. 

I'm going to try to focus on the small beautiful things in my life that make me happy while letting myself grieve and not shaming myself for imagining a better world even if I use buying lottery tickets to do it.

Terrifying Leaps

2-29-24

This rare morning, as leap days are, I really tried to think about AI as a possible net gain for humanity but I just couldn't stop my brain from spiraling into territory that would make Black Mirror episodes seem like family fairy tales. Not because of the tool, but because of who controls the tools and robots that make up what is being collectively called "AI."

It could be fucking amazing, but it's not going to be for most of humanity.

Why?

Classism, capitalism, and hedonic adaptation.

Think in the context of medical advances made in the past 20 years and how most of them are still not generally made available for people who are not rich. 

Heck, apply this to most advances things are generally only available to a broad population when they can be controlled by whoever is selling them, usually as an inferior product. 

Electric cars for a clear example, available in the 1970s still out of reach for most people due to profiteers shelving electric cars so they could sell more earth destroying fossil fuel. And intentional planned obsolescence is standard for most consumer goods.

Yet the greatest danger of AI isn't actually crapitalism. 

It lies with human nature, specifically, human adaptation. Our success as species is partly due to adaptation either to a bad situation, but also to good situations.

We experience compassion fatigue and hedonic adaptation every damn day. And AI will make this much worse than social media is currently making things.

We adapt to the new horrific norms fairly fast, and then when someone rightly objects to horrible things and questions the injustice, the response will be:

"Oh but that's the way it's done, get on board or suffer."

Seriously, I can think of many examples in my own life of people who defend the virtues of unchecked corrupt capitalism and never acknowledge the massive injustices and crimes against humanity it causes simply because they benefit and have never thought to question it.

AI will codify racist, sexist, and classist things, allowing racist, sexist, ageist, ableist, and generally biased opinions of wealthy bosses and businesses to get away with extreme forms of discrimination. It's already been happening for a while now in the job market.

But AI is here, unchecked. So all this is going to happen. No stopping it now, so I'm going to learn what I can. But I feel a chill in my blood just thinking about it.

While Google searching the actual costs of the Chat bots, I was offered an AI tool to make women's clothes in videos disappear and an AI tool to make women do disgusting things. Leaving the original face of the human on the video.

Porn is a huge driver of innovation for profit in the tech world, always has been (look at how the VCR developed) so AI will end up making holographic fuck bots and terrible things I dare not mention. 

It will encourage and codify how a sizable percentage of men treat women- like a commodity. The blame for that original behavior treating women like property, can be laid at the feet of most religions sanctifying sexism and bias as if it were a virtue.

AI will ruin the lives of millions, especially if the people who control it now continue to do so. Billionaires, who are arguably the most disgusting examples of hedonic adaptation gone crazy, are in control of AI. 

AI will help them make life in their disturbing, corrupt, power-hungry, image, without any democracy able to challenge them. The main reason most billionaires would never run for office is because the smarter ones know there's more power in being wealthy and able to buy whatever influence they want, rather than being in office and potentially regulated and subject to governing laws. One person should never have so much power.

Makes me want to write an apology to a future that probably would never read it. To apologize for the emptiness, the pain and the violence. To apologize for the undreamed of horrors I hesitate to mention lest it give these bastards further ideas but they already have drones that can kill entire families without remorse, so my dark thoughts are probably already under development. 

Some schools won't have human teachers or in-person interactions. Social skills and strata will be based on your position as a cog in the machine rather than your value as a human being. Our brains and bodies will likely end up partly synthetic eventually. 

And true compassion may become a thing of fables and fairy tales as it is already in short supply. 

A genocide of a people is happening in Gaza and as a result, a young man, serving in our military set himself on fire screaming "Free Palestine" until the end and most people just scrolled on. Much of the media tried to change the narrative and not admit the reasons behind his tragic act. 

This is without AI as the standard.

Google, and all social media including reddit are now farms for digital evils that will manifest in the real world.

The worst will be the effects on things like tiktok which is already changing the brains of young people making them less likely to think critically and primed for propaganda of a certain style that AI will churn out endlessly.

Most people are concerned about job losses with AI since lots of jobs that pay a decent wage can be done by AI. That's not really my biggest issue with AI because we will adapt over time and not having tedious things like middle management desk jockeys could be a good thing. 

I believe we will devolve fundamentally as beings which, to me, is far more important than a "job" or access to capital. We are in an era of war and genocide again and now we will add to this AI as a tool much the way planes and tech advances in the last century changed the world during wars.

The horrifying atomic bombings of Japan wiping out hundreds of thousands in an instant, would not have existed without these advances, unthinkable only a decade before the bomb dropped. Accelerate that by factor of a million and that's what AI will be capable of doing.

AI will be as bad as a nuclear bomb. Every ethical person agrees that it is a horrible idea to have weapons that can destroy the world, yet here we are thousands of them just laying around, able to actually end our existence. And now, someday soon AI will control those too.

A terrifying leap forward has happened, and there's no going back. "The Terminator" scenario will not be possible. (I realize, of late, I sound like a low rent Linda Hamilton at times.)

Science fiction writers have been warning of this for centuries in a way. One of my favorite such books is the little known "Beggars in Spain" by Nancy Kress, first published over 30 years ago. It details how one advancement for a select group can radically change human life, and AI will be like thousands of those advancements.

I cannot express how badly I'd love to read this post in 20 years, and be very wrong.

As I said to a dear friend yesterday: Most things are a process, not an end result. AND the process is actually the fun part anyway.

AI will rob us of the process and the journey, the path, the adventure of life will be completely ruled by its programmed need for "production" of an end result, for product over process.

Art, music, writing, really all forms creativity are expressions of the human soul, or human virtues and emotional connections, if you don't believe in a soul. What can we expect from a soulless tool that copies without morals? We already suffer from a copy of a copy of a copy in music thanks to commodity ruling the world. 

And what of our actual brain's abilities fostered over centuries now not needed because the AI can think for us. It could be like people with navigation in their car- some people can't even find their house in their own town without it these days because they off loaded their brain. I have traveled world without navigation in the modern era because I fear this dumbing down happening to me. AI will off load much greater parts of our brains.

I don't have any sort of photo to add to this post. I thought of a mushroom cloud but that iconic image, due to hedonic adaptation, barely elicits a response these days.

So instead here's a copy of the cover of a book that changed my thinking forever. Seriously, never judge a book by its cover.

The Dark Days

1-31-24

The ten darkest weeks of winter have passed. Yet this year, I feel the darkness is hanging around.

Sure, I've noticed the vague stirring of spring here on my little edge of the world, from male frogs singing at night begging for a lover, to the purple crocus blooms contrasting all the green around. Already the robins are here, early, I believe. The humming birds are swarming the back garden and the pussywillows will soon have cats. 

All these things the signs that I have made it through another hard winter. Many did not make it.

It's been hard because I lost two more friends; one of them, it seems, died of heartbreak from the death of the first friend. And my body has had some not-so-pleasant complications from my health issues. 

Grief and pain have clung to me, though I have tried desperately to fight them off.

Importantly, I think I should mention it's been hard also because my country is helping commit an ongoing genocide against the Palestinians by supplying Israel with the weapons to kill everyone. More than 33,000 people have been killed by direct military action, including more than 13,000 children and countless others are likely going starve to death. And it could all be stopped if our government stopped supporting the war.

Yesterday, the Israeli military, dressed like doctors and nurses, went into a hospital and shot patients in the head. This being a medical facility in the West Bank since they have literally bombed nearly all the hospitals in Gaza out of existence. 

I'm pretty disgusted and I feel powerless, as do many of the people I know, to do anything. This must be how non-cooperative Germans felt when Hitler rose to power and started ruining the lives of Jews, disabled people, Roma, and gay people, eventually murdering millions. 

Yeah, did I mention dark thoughts? Those are filling up my mind this week.

It's pretty damn disturbing to have friends side with the idea of wiping out Palestinians all together in order not to appear "anti-semitic" just because the fascists in power committing genocide this time happen to be Jewish. 

Hammas may have done some horrific things but that doesn't mean genocide is justified. 

Honestly, I can't help but think that of all the people in the world who should see how wrong this is it SHOULD BE JEWISH PEOPLE. 

And they do, but those voices are being suppressed just like all the protests and coverage of people calling for a cease-fire are being suppressed or characterized in a conspiracy theory as some Russian backed group by Nancy Pelosi. 

What great leaders eh? Pelosi is basically calling anyone not supporting the party line as a traitorous Russian. What fucking year is it?

The Israeli war machine has been targeting journalist trying to cover the war too, killing a record number of them.

Seriously, it's just disgusting the narrative the western media who are not comprehensively covering the war are creating about the genocide. Refusing to fully acknowledge it at all, meanwhile thousands of Palestinian people who have survived the murderous onslaught are being injured, made homeless, and will likely starve to death if nothing changes. 

So yeah, I think there are some dark days ahead as this will likely escalate further.

I cried today working in the garden grieving for my friends, lovely creative sorts, younger than me who died last month. And I cried for all those children in Palestine, for all those families made ghosts, and for all the people suffering. My tears landed on the ground as the rain began to fall. And I felt some release, like sky was crying with me.

I'm going to spend a lot time in my garden this spring to remind myself that life returns every year. The trees may still be a black shadow on the horizon but I can see the light in the distance. Good things grow back. And I'm going to wish for the peace I experience to spread and a ceasefire to become permanent.

I Can't Get

12-30-23

"I can’t get no satisfaction." The grammatically challenged anthem of humanity.

A lack of satisfaction is most likely due to being rigid with your routine or creating a rut and not having enough novelty in your life or from not having good habits and never building on skill sets.

Are you doing the same things over and over and beginning to feel emptiness?

Possibly the most important thing to achieving a fulfilling life is understanding the balance between the discipline of routine and the importance of novelty.

It might seem I am speaking from personal bias but social science backs up what I’m saying. We Homo sapiens are hardwired to seek out novel new things. Good food, brilliant ideas, fantastic people, touching music, mind-blowing art, and almost any human experience can become mundane, no matter how amazing when first encountered. 

Yet we also thrive as individuals when we embrace healthy routines, disciplined eating, and regular good habits. 

The key is how to use both routine and novelty to increase SATISFACTION.

Just as you can have compassion fatigue, you can also become not easily satisfied by amazing experiences if you have the same experience many times. I speak from experience with that feeling of "awe fatigue."

We have all taken a lover or partner for granted because they are always available. We rely on the kindness of our friends but do we really appreciate the reliable ones enough? 

In short, it’s pretty easy to unintentionally become an ungrateful turd in the modern world full of algorithms designed to “please” you rather than truly engage you. 

We are highly adaptable creatures and a side effect of this adaptation is having a threshold for constants. A thirst for novelty is entirely normal, but there is often a stigma attached to wanting new things, especially when it involves romance. 

Being a society shaped by antiquated religious ideals about love, sex, and romance hasn't done us any favors as it's crashed landed right into modern ideas about love and sexuality. 

Attaching shame to the thirst for novel people and experiences is possibly the worst thing about many religious teachings. Being ashamed of something natural to our collective human nature that really doesn't harm anyone is a pretty bad starting point for achieving satisfaction in life. 

Routine, on the other hand, seems super boring but it is absolutely essential to becoming more content and better able to achieve success and satisfaction in life. I hesitate to say happiness because that is an extremely fleeting experience.

Routines, when based on healthy principles, are the best tools to build a good life with better habits, or a good rut, if you pardon the expression. We want to create these and not have to think about them; just do it automatically. 

Examples in my life of routine habits:

Daily gratitude meditation

Exercise and dancing

Eating healthy, nutrient-dense food

Taking vitamins and helpful supplements

Having attentive couple time

Reading 

Time in Nature 

Tidying up, keeping organized

Prioritizing sleep

Writing everyday

Taking walks

Making music

Connecting with people in real life

Yet, even these habits still have to have a bit of switch up even after they’ve become habitual, in order for the satisfaction to be optimal. My meditation can’t be the same each day even if I’m grateful for the same things. 

I can’t dance the same way or to the exact same music. I have to add variety to my diet or boredom sets in and that leads to eating poorly. I don’t always need all the vitamins and sometimes I need different supplements as my body has cycles. Time in Nature has to be different parts of nature- you get the idea.

One super important role novelty plays is with our interactions. Connecting with people in real life should sometimes be with people you’ve never met. Sometimes great friends. Sometimes random associates. 

We gain perspective and pleasure even if the novel persons aren’t meant to be lifelong friends or lovers, even if that person doesn’t matter to us that much in the greater scheme of things. Having interactions for the sake of the interaction is sometimes the best medicine for the emptiness we all feel in life at times.

The best way to balance routine and novelty is to choose to consciously leave your comfort zones, particularly socially. We are social creatures, it’s a big part of our success as a species. 

And even though I am neurodivergent I can attest to the benefits of leaving my social comfort zone on a regular basis. 

As a great friend once said to me ages ago: 

“You don’t really hate everyone like you think. Maybe you just can’t stand those people. You actually really like people but haven’t put the effort into finding the right ones. So maybe do that instead of being a hater.” 

Oh how those words have haunted my life and guided my choices. I have searched the room for those with "otherness" or as we used to say the freaks and geeks (nerds) ever since.

I am grateful to have had a self-described mouthy, opinionated woman show up in my life at just the right time. I try to be that example for others now. She understood that the best way to combat social isolation, and social anxiety for me was to put me into more social practice not less. 

I learned to eliminate the fear of interacting by recognizing the outcome doesn't matter as much as the connection. By having so many interactions I was able to teach myself to quickly spot those worth my time. Most importantly, I learned to appreciate any decent social interaction as valuable even if it was just some random person at a bar, in the checkout line, or on the street.

There are entire groups of people that have no idea that I don't find socializing easy and that it sometimes it takes days to recover even when I had a great time. In fact, people consistently ask me to help them or become involved with big social events because of the skills I intentionally built. 

Socializing started as novelty for me and became routine so I've had to change how I engage to make it fresh.

Similar things are true with our partners, friends, lovers, and even co-workers. Letting yourself get excited over a new person is great way to be reengaged with humanity. 

Other simple novel suggestions:

Make a meal to share with others you've never tried before

Or go to eat something you haven't tried

Watch a show or movie from a foreign country, or from an era you didn't live through or a about place you've never been

Call someone rather than a text (only if you think they don't hate calls)

Go to thrift store and buy an outfit unlike anything you normally wear, then wear it out in public 

Listen to a whole album of music from someone new to you

Go to class or lecture without it being work related

Travel just about anywhere

Walk instead of drive 

Write a letter to a good friend not an email add some kind of drawing 

Plant seeds and grow a plant you've never heard of

Do a new exercise, particularly something fun like dancing, walking, swimming, sports

Spend quality time with someone in your social circle that you usually do not see one on one

Volunteer for a new activity or charity

Make a free box and/or gift random gifts to people 

Draw an emotion

Take a bath instead of a shower, get out the candles

Write your own theme song

There are thousands of novel things in the world all around us, regardless of where we live and what we do for work.

I hope in 2024 we all find novel ways of breaking our routines that don't serve us and instead replace emptiness with finding satisfaction. 

Hidden Scores (What is ORAC?)

11-5-2023

About seven months ago, I started researching literally every food I consume, rather than my generalist, lifelong obsession with plants and their effects. I wanted to know all the information about the things I consume daily versus what is touted for or against eating them. I have read countless blogs, several books, and too many contradicting studies at this point. However, I did find one unifying thing about the foods I eat now that is not really discussed in the way it should be in the modern media landscape: the ORAC score.

People are already framing ORAC as a "nutritional buzzword." I agree it's used constantly by proponents of a strict plant-based vegan diet to tout how much more beneficial plant-based, high-carb diets are compared to a low-carb, keto, or omnivore approaches. There is a big flaw with this idea that plant-based alone is best to get your ORAC score up. By researching my own personal diet I discovered that I eat way more antioxidants based on ORAC values than most people and I eat meat, fat, and low carb, not processed food. In fact, my diet always gets at least 500% more ORAC units than recommended.

How? I eat spices, herbs, and nuts all the time with every meal, especially meals with spiced meats and fish. The foods with the highest scores are nuts, herbs, and spices, not the veggies and beans everyone talks about. Not many in the nutritional gurus and supposed online "expert" landscape seem to mention herbs or spices often. The argument against mentioning spices along side foods is that no one eats that much of them, so their ORAC score has no impact. But that's simply not true; with most spices only need a teaspoon of spice or herb to compare to an entire serving of vegetable or fruit.

Maybe I'm just a spicy sort of lady but I almost always use about a tea spoon of herbs and spices in every meal.

The ORAC score is based on 100 grams, so when viewing it only as 100 grams, naturally no one is going to eat that much spice. However, just one teaspoon of these herbs and spices, about 4 grams will give you at least double and up to ten times the ORAC units of other more often discussed antioxidant foods like blueberries for example. Spices are way cheaper and more shelf-stable when seen as a ORAC powerhouse than fruit and veg. 

Beans are one of the only other shelf-stable foods with a mentionable ORAC score that are also inexpensive. However, you need to eat at least a small bowl of high-carb black beans just to get the same impact of even the lower-scoring spices and herbs at one teaspoon. You're best off drinking to a cup of coffee, which has a higher score than beans too.

If you are following a nutrient-dense diet with a focus on whole foods, like I am, the spices are a win. Just adding rosemary, or oregano to my meal beats the ORAC value of beans. Putting some cinnamon or turmeric, or chili powder in your food also bumps it up. And most keto-friendly vegetables have a higher ORAC score.

Eating a small handful of pecans, walnuts, or olives, is also superior to a bowl of beans and the often touted brightly colored foods. 

Not that I am speaking against brightly colored fruit and vegetables I usually eat at least eight servings of those a day when in season.  Having food as my main medicine means acknowledging the use of abundant herbs and spices added to any meal, plant-based or not, is essential to get enough ORAC-value food in your diet.

When scraping the internet for information on ORAC scores, you will find lists made by blogs claiming to be discussing high-antioxidant foods but they rarely mention spices, herbs, and nuts. There is an inherent bias  towards certain diets, and most of this bias is designed around a marketing agenda rather than up-to-date science. Expecting people to be able to afford to eat $5 worth of blueberries every day or $10 worth of organic vegetables every day just to get good amounts of antioxidants all year in a country that doesn't pay a living minimum wage is ridiculous.

My suggestion is to look up the things you eat individually. Daily consumption of high-quality coffee, herbs and spices, nuts and/or olives, and you'll be all set. Getting good amounts of these wonderful antioxidants without needing to buy or consume a huge amount of perishable expensive food is possible. 

Another cheap fun thing to do if you have a yard or window box is grow some rosemary, thyme, sage, oregano, and peppermint and just eat a sprig or two to up your antioxidant intake for awesome health benefits, plus tasty too!

Culture: Thy Name is Mother

08-08-23

In the past few days I've been reminded often of the cultural acceptance, or at least tolerance, of all sorts of beliefs and ideas- with the glaring exception of those that are primarily women led or have a historical basis in feminine ritual.

I could give hundreds of examples in my own life but I stick to basics we can all see in daily life. 

Example: The media would never attack the big three monotheist belief systems for believing in some totally not possible stuff like a big dude in the sky that loves us all (except when he doesn't) but the same media is dismissive of forms of astrology or belief in Mother goddess of the Moon, or even Sky Father and Mother etc.

An example from the opposite end but with similar functions in life to religion: versions of therapy and psychology, like couples therapy with a pastor etc which could be considered "churching" are totally acceptable. 

Even Mindfulness  from DBT which is a lot like some aspects of Buddhism, is an example of something acceptable yet not totally "proven by science" but someone reading your tarot cards, making a person present with reflection upon what is there all around you, and what you have experienced in the past, just like Mindfulness, is considered totally bonkers. 

Meditating is another great example accepted as totally valid by science and therapy—dare I say encouraged. Though much of witchcraft is similar to meditating and works better for many of the women I know, we're supposed to hide it or not call it witchcraft-related so we won't be ridiculed. 

I can't tell you the number of podcasts I've seen with guys pretty much describing witchcraft but calling it Life Coaching or transcendental meditation. 

Ritual, especially when helping to reinforce good habits, and broadening one's thinking, is a marvelous way to connect to your inner self and even connect with others. Self-determined ritual is my preference, but others chose older versions they feel culturally or spiritually connected to, which might work better for them. 

Singing or some kind of chanting in ritual magic is pretty standard. But if you don't call it a mantra or a prayer when do this practice, you'll be mocked.

Important note: I am not trying to convince anyone to believe in anything, literally ever, except perhaps believing in themselves. I write these blogs to give voice to some of what I know others experience.

I know quite a few scientist friends who hide their witchcraft practice, or non-monotheist beliefs who don't  publicly acknowledge it for fear of ridicule in the same workplace where going to a church is considered absolutely normal and would not elicit any mocking.

It would be really great if the mainstream stopped ridiculing people, particularly women, who have different spiritual ideas, as long as those ideas, or beliefs, don't actually discriminate against or harm someone. I think it's important to have an other side of the coin sort of perspective out there- like Atheists vs Theists but mocking for the sake of mocking without giving in real consideration to what those belief systems do is pretty tragic, more for those who ridicule because a narrow, not flexible, perspective isn't good regardless of your particular beliefs or lack thereof.

A lot of great advice has come my way from fortune tellers. There could be many reasons: maybe the cards are like iconoclasts in art that can help the mind visualize; maybe my own connection to the medium gives it a special significance. Maybe some people use them to communicate in a more organized way with themselves, becoming able to unlock some unconscious inner feelings. Or maybe there's something else to them...

Regardless of why, they work for me, I used to hesitate to speak publicly about them, because I knew ridicule would ensue. So that aspect of my world, for a long time, became underground and only shared with the others who didn't dismiss me.

I once had an astrologist, (Vedic) tell me about all the injuries I had suffered until that point my life (which if you only knew whoa, you'd be impressed)

I went to a pagan ritual, didn't do any drugs, danced with the group naked, and that night dreamed of my future, which I am currently living.

I've been to countless ceremonies where I learned about life and felt deeply connected to the earth and to existence. The first versions of altruistic, unconditional love came into my life from these gatherings.

I admit to seeking these things out most of my life, but that seeking comes from a perspective of things that actually enhanced and worked in my life not from blind dogma. 

The communing with nature I've done my whole life- barefoot in the garden or the woods or the beach is now being called "grounding" by the "let's not call this witchcraft" set. The herbs I've relied heavily on for health reasons introduced to me by witches, have also become accepted. Gut feelings are even being scientifically accepted via the microbiome's connection to how we think and feel. But don't ever dare connect them to the rituals we witch sorts have been doing for centuries, even millennia. 

Witch, in the context I describe, includes both the label slapped on women during the persecutions by monotheists for hundreds of years and women and men who have found their own way through nature based rituals, based in previous beliefs, as well as practitioners who embrace and celebrate the feminine aspects of existence in everyday life.

Cultural traditions connected to women and mothers are very much the basis of humanity's ability to cooperate as species which is why we are a successful species. I think it's pretty sad that modern methods of translating old feminine ideas that work feel the need to remove our Mother earth and mothers from the equation or narrative.

This modern recasting of ritual and witchcraft reminds me of when all those men on TV became super famous for making the food our mothers have made for centuries but until someone "is professional" by the Capitalist Hunta ruling the world, they aren't considered valid. Most of those dude-centric food stuff shows are diluted now, and even traditional cooking led by women is starting to get the attention it deserves but it was super annoying to watch in the early days of the "foodie" world awakening. 

I guess I'll just have to hope the same happens with all these mansplaining podcasts with dudes writing books about ideas which are essentially witchcraft and ritual magic as if they invented it.

I am sure the hippies I've known all my life are a bit annoyed by the same people taking ideas they have embraced decades ago, and selling them as self-help.

Life Enhancer

7-4-23

I've made my feelings on the 4th of July holiday fairly clear already so today I'm going to highlight things that gave me independence on this day and helped me in forming better health and habits over the past 3 years or so. I have the pandemic to thank for much of this self focus. 

I spent a lot of my time before the pandemic focusing on everyone else and their needs as a default operating mode, as many women are socialized to do from a young age. The pandemic and the need to avoid people for an extended period changed my thinking about most aspects of life. I survived. Many people I love did not and I owe it to myself and to them to carry on in the best way I can.

So after much research and years long self experimentation I can confirm all the things below as greatly enhancing my life and that compromising on them makes my life worse. In other words these are my personal "complicated house plant" instructions:

• High quality Light Roast Coffee

• Practicing Daily Gratitude 

• Vitamin D (especially from morning light)

• Magnesium every day

• Potassium

• Astragalus

• Coenzyme Q10

• Zinc

• Collagen taking it and stimulating it

• Laughter many times a day

• Apple Cider Vinegar

• Cruciferous Vegetable at least 5 cups

• Greens at least 2 cups 

• Hot Bath-Epsom and Mineral Salts 

• Regular Conversation with informed clever people

• Aloe Vera every night on skin 

• Extra Virgin Olive Oil on all my food

• Extra Virgin Olive Oil on my skin to remove makeup/dirt

• My Garden (exercise, connecting with nature, and mediation)

• Lavender in food, in tea, in bath

• Red Light Therapy (for pain, scars and eye sight) 

• Deep breathing exercises

• Daily Exercise 

• Walking

• Dancing

• Swimming 

• Weekly HIIT and resistance training

• Day Light outside exposure at least an hour (preference for 4-7 hours)

• Indoor Air Purifier 

• Temperatures below 80°F (26°C) and always below 65°F (18°C) at night

• Lemon Water lots of water

• Hibiscus tea, oolong tea, lemon grass tea, and lemon balm tea

• Playing Music, and listening to full albums

• Sex and physical forms of love

• Intimacy

• Journaling

• Writing 

• Quality sleep at the same time every night

• Intermittent Fasting regularly including full 24 and 36 fast once in a while

• High quality unprocessed food especially protein and fat 

• Berries all the berries

• Peppers all the peppers

• Mushrooms all the edible mushrooms (except the magic ones)

• Organic Ginger in food and tea

• Garlic

• High quality raw seeds, nuts, fish, eggs, and meat

• Not eating sugar 

• Not eating highly processed food

• Only drinking on special occasions 

• Never smoking anything

• Limiting News and Social media

• Not having apps on my phone/not texting often/ not having my phone at all

• Hanging out with people who put their phones away

• Limiting online time- taking breaks for multiple days

• Hanging with the local stray cats (even if they mess up my garden beds)

• Sun Block skin friendly, mineral based when possible

• Organic mosquito repellent

• Moisturizer (with hyaluronic acid) seriously my dry skin is gone

• Ritual, both spiritual and personal

• The sound of birds, bees, children laughing and waves crashing

• Close Friends, particularly independent people

• Regularly meeting new people even if it is just a singular experience (also people watching)

• Reading good fiction and informative non-fiction

• Art in every form possible

• Creative pursuits

• Fashion of my own making

• 100% Silk pillow cases

• High thread count cotton sheets (someday I want 100% silk)

• Decent mattress with good memory foam topper

• Limiting my time in a car

• Regular Ocean visits

• Regular Forest visits

• Not seeing any ads at all

• Not comparing myself to others

• Easily ending an association with a toxic persons or persons who need too much

• Daydreaming

• Sticking with a lower carb, high fat, moderate protein seasonal eating aka clean Keto but not highly processed food. (Occasionally having higher carbs or processed food isn't a problem though.)

• Washing my clothes and dishes in free and clear soaps, making my own soap or not using any.

• No perfumes or strong fake smells around me, particularly chemical based

• No indoor pets

• Clean house not sterile but clean

• Bright colors particularly jewel tones

• Avoiding grass, tree, and ragweed pollen (also certain molds)

• Traveling regularly to previous haunts and new places

• Daily reminders that capitalism wants me to be a "productive individual" instead of resting and having community connection because survival mode is how they trick us all into making them money and giving away our life

• Avoiding bigots, most conservatives, and all religious zealots

• Daily reminders that true progress isn't instant

• Daily reminder that many other people aren't able to be on the same level mentally or physically as me whether by choice or by circumstance and judging isn't useful to anyone

• Daily reminder I still have a lot to learn

• And, of course, access to health care

Notice how fancy car, designer bags and clothes, fancy out to eat meals, video games and big screen tvs, and fancy phones are not on this list. None of those things enhance my life.

Deep Blue Sea

6-26-23

My apologies to regular readers, I've been on a blog hiatus while I finish the final drafts of my fictional memoir (fictional because fiction can be more free and honest than non-fiction sometimes). It's tough to be involved in creative writing based on my life, from my own past before the MAGA crowd had all the power, and then switch my mind and thinking to the current times to write a blog. Happy to report I'm nearly finished with the final draft. Another factor contributing to my hiatus was weather- it stopped raining here in coastal maritime Washington and that means being outside as much as possible in the garden and at the beach. Writing comes second to desperately needed sunshine in this rain dominant world I live in.

This past weekend my husband and I played music for a bit at the local Pirate fest. I danced, dressed as pirate bellydancer, for three days in a row. The amount of human interaction required for festivals is something I am just becoming accustomed to again after the past few years with almost no activity with crowds. I used to do these sort of festivals quite often, but I think I need build up my socializing muscle a bit more to do them regularly again.

It was a family friendly silly pirate festival. Many little ones came to dance with us which is why I love busking and performing more informally on the street in the day time. There is no stage or formalizing of the activity so children feel like they can participate in the music and dancing without being afraid or timid. I've busked long enough now to know adults, who have come up to me at a show, remembering how they meet me on the street as children. Some of these young adults even blame me for their interest in becoming a musician or dancer- which is exactly why I do it. 

I've played also many stages during these sort of festivals which, while still great experiences, they are less fun for me because the band stage is always near the beer garden and there's less audience interaction due in part to the roping off of said beer garden.  

So in my opinion busking is almost the perfect way to perform, but I make sure to go dance for the band stuck on stage whenever I can.

Still, at one point during these festive things I always have an overwhelmed moment where I can't continue to mask. And because there's no way to hide myself when dressed as a festooned bellydancing pirate, I walked to the ocean during one of these moments when I felt too many eyes on me and the self conscious awkward autistic self needed alone time. I've noticed over many years, living near beaches, a universal reaction to the sea-no one tries to interact with me and almost everyone is hypnotized by the water too. 

I sat there perched on a rock as the waves crashed against the shore, the salty wind blew in my face, and I connected to the ancient everlasting deep blue sea. The sea was here before us and will be here when we are a faded memory and well beyond that time too. It felt good for a moment to remember the impermanence of existence without feeling the grief of loss. 

I finally feel my life is normalizing again after the traumas, intense changes, and losses of the pandemic, despite the crazy amount of war and disaster going on affecting friends of mine around the world, and despite the anti-gay laws and anti-woman laws affecting friends and family around the US. I am settling into the new realties of modern life, which has shifted greatly for anyone really paying attention, and doing my best handle the moments of extreme grief and understandable anxiety. 

It's probably why this weekend felt a bit odd for me because this sort of festival weekend is from the before times and so many of my festival friends from over the years aren't here anymore, but I bet they would be pleased I went out to rejoin the fray. I am making new friends in my little town who I believe my chosen family who have passed on, would have considered new chosen family too. 

And I bet those treasured friends would be equally happy to see me jump in the sea in my pirate clothes which I did on Saturday despite the very cold water.

ARRRRRRG! Matey! On with summer explorations!

Actually Autistic

4-3-23

Sometime ago I "came out" about being neurodivergent a secret I hid for decades. I did so after some marvelous young people pointed out to me that if I didn't admit to being autistic and normalize neurodivergence and encourage people to embrace neurodiversity then they suffer too. 

Like many people of my generation, I kept my diagnosis a secret so I could get a job, keep a job, have autonomy, and have, in theory, friends.

When I was told I was actually autistic over three decades ago when mentioning autism, people thought immediately of Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, at best, or a drooling cretin at worst. I didn't even tell my serious romantic partners or spouses that I had a diagnosis until the past decade or so. Also, it was believed women couldn't be autistic, again due to the extreme sexism that still prevades much of modern medicine. 

I was so ashamed of being a dysfunctional person. Who's going to hire Rain Man? Who's going to date him? Or marry him? So I kept the secret. I pretended to know less, to think slower, and to be ok with the constant hugging and nuanced cruel double speak and lies people told each other to feel good about something. I thought I was passing, but I suspect some people knew no matter how hard I tried.

There were obvious tells if someone understood autism I'll list them here because some people might not know these are associated:

•  I took things extremely literally, often unable to tell sarcasm from truth. My mind is very literal in thinking generally. 

• I am dyslexic. 

• I have multiple autoimmune issues

• I eat based on color, not hunger. 

• I have synesthesia.

• I was often suicidal and depressed. 

• I have PTSD.

• I babbled and information dumped often.

• I was super direct when speaking to anyone. 

• I couldn't make eye contact comfortably so I stared at people's foreheads. 

• I stiffened when you hugged me. I often tried to avoid close contact with strangers.

• I said exactly what I thought without a filter, often answering a question so honestly that people never spoke to me again. 

• I watched the same shows over and over. I could listen to the same song twenty times in a day, and would often self sooth by listening nonstop to music. 

• I could do complex systems style thinking in my head and remember all the variables and imagine new potential based on in new systemic input. 

• I was always stimming- humming, finger snapping, spinning, repeating words over and over tapping on things.

• I always had a stern resting face- not resting bitch face exactly more a resting "I think you are full of shit" face which did me no social favors.

• I prefer to be truly alone for many hours, days at a time, even weeks. I need recovery, lots of recovery time after I socialize.

• I was clumsy, very clumsy.

• I have extremely heighten senses and crippling reactions to smells, sounds and the feeling of certain materials

Probably the biggest tell was my closest friends were all "fringe" or "other" types. I know now after decades of experience that neurodivergent people tend to be more comfortable with each other than with the status quo neurotypical world. Artist, musicians, scientists, queer folk, and nonconformists are to this day my main group of friends.

My diagnosis had some benefits of helping me realize I couldn't fix certain things my brain does but I could enhance the positive effects of the incredible things my brain does. My brain doesn't like things that are not accurate so it does a sort of mental hiccup when I have to smooth over the truths like everyone does when you're supposed to pretend to like stuff you couldn't give a shit about or be ok with someone lying about things. 

I learned to read micro expressions on people's mouths to help adapt to the social world. I practiced making expressions others make until they became second nature, never instinct though, more like a dancer practices body moves.

In my friend groups I was a chameleon. I was the whacky chick who talked too fast at bars, the brooding sexy goth chick in dance clubs, the nerd at school, the adventure queer when traveling, the serious medical professional at work, the loving supportive wife at home. I was completely different for each relationship, peer group, or job situation. 

I had so many masks that sometimes I would forget which one I should utilize. I read every existing thing on autism imaginable from the day I was assessed. It became my new special interest in a way adding to all my other special interests, which are basically a driving passionate obsession. 

These days I can't even keep up with the amount of information circulating about autism and related "disorders." This month is "Autism Awareness Month" which I prefer what those of us in the neurodiversity community are calling it "Autism Acceptance Month." 

There's lots of controversy about many organizations who tend to raise money for research on autism like it's a horrifying disease. While I do understand how great a burden having a differently abled or just unusual child can be, I think most of the "research" going on from organization like "Autism Speaks" are harmful and are based around trying to eliminate or prevent autism and in doing so stigmatize people who are autistic or non-neurotypical. There is a very eugenics tint to these groups. 

Evolution is playing out through neurodivergence and accepting that different ways of thinking and being may just be what betters the world is the push behind many scientists embracing the neurodiversity model. Reasonably everyone can imagine some incredible people out there in history that were not neurotypical. Whether or not they were autistic is up for debate but in my opinion half of the good science on earth is generated by non-neurotypical people. 

Every week I've been attempting a bit of prose, or poetry, or lyrics on the masks I use to wear and some masks I still wear:

You need me to fit in your grey box

You want less flare, less honesty, less focus 

I should present with acceptable cold beauty

And misplaced diminished enthusiasm

Rather than colorful glee and unrepentant joy

I must mask to make you comfortable

I keep my thoughts in prison for you

A system of whirling inspired connections desperate to escape

While you champion boring inaccurate things 

I must trap my truths inside to make you comfortable

You wonder why I am distracted

As I have had to kill my soul to interact with you

I can hear my prisoners screaming

I must become deaf to make you comfortable

You want me to move the way you move 

To touch they way you deem appropriate

So I smile while my heart screams

My body rebels from the smell of you, the sounds you make

It shouts danger, flinching from you 

I must numb my body to make you comfortable

I pretend to care about meaningless things

I let you believe that I’m on the same page

When we’re not even the same book

Even if I don’t want to look at you

I have to read your face

I must lie to keep you comfortable

You wonder why I’m so tired

Pretending to be you, all of you,

Because me being me is “just too much” 

But pretending to be you is just not enough. 

I must keep you comfortable if I want safety or your acceptance.

I am tired finally, of being safe in your world

I have embraced a radical acceptance of my actual self

But I must thank you for all the masks I can now wear 

They helped me define what I am not

And never want to be 

Happy Autism Acceptance Month everyone.

Heart Shaped

2-14-23

The heart shape is sacred to me. It has nothing to do with Valentine's Day but I do enjoy the 14th of February because for a month previous and a few weeks after, heart-shaped boxes and items are cheap and plentiful.

I first realized just how important the heart shape was to me as a child. In fourth grade, we had a visiting art teacher who made all the students work on one sheet of paper to do a collage together as a class. 

Many of the boy students were bullying everyone else, unchecked by any intervention from our teacher, and taking up more space on the sheet and hogging most of the art supplies. Because of this, I gave some of my crayons and paint to a small girl who I knew was too scared of the other children and invited her to be next to me.  

I was left with a small dab of red paint and a green crayon, and about 10 inches of space on a 50 foot sheet. The teacher had said we should paint or draw "something that connects us all" and gave us 15 minutes to finish. I thought about it for a few minutes, then decided with just two colors I had only one choice. I painted a very sharp heart shape coming up out of the grass, a bright red meticulous heart with very defined sharp grass. I was very proud of this drawing.

The bully boys drew rolling hills, footballs, rivers, army men, cars, and some drew houses and buildings. Other children had drawn and painted families and pets. My friend, the shy girl had painted a snake in grass heading for my heart. I liked the snake because it was smiling and our grasses connected on the page.

When coming around assessing the art work our teachers, my 4th grade teacher and the visiting art teacher, made comments and asked questions of all the kids about their work as we all sat crossed legged on the floor, waiting in front of our part of the paper. "What does it mean? How does this connect to everyone else?" They were asking.

I was ready to answer and explain about my heart. Love connects us all, I was going to say, and even if you think nobody loves you, this shape means the same all over the world so you always know love is out there. I rehearsed it in my head as he got closer. 

Instead, the art teacher asked me why I had not tried something more adventurous or detailed as the other children had, seemingly implying to me that my art was bad. "Why didn't you try to draw more things, take up more space?" 

I didn't immediately say anything. Then the teacher said, "there just isn't much going on here- you should be more like those boys" he pointed to the bully kids "and draw with more details and use your imagination"  I felt my face get very hot and anger wash over me. But I said nothing. 

Then he asked my little friend what the snake was about. She was so nervous but told him "He's the snake from Eden who first told us about how good apples were and now that we know about 'em, we can't be with God no more. But I still love apples don't you?" She looked up at him smiling. "Bianka's heart is love in the grass. And my snake in the grass loves her back so maybe he's hiding some apples behind her heart to give to the rest-" She lowered her voice "even them mean boys" she whispered smiling at me.

"Yeah my heart don't need more details" I said still fuming but touched by my friend. "everybody knows what I meant by it 'cept you." I glared at the teacher and I remember him taking a step back from us. 

"Well nice try girls" he muttered then carried on praising the boy who stole most of the art supplies. 

I had to rehearse saying things in my head I intended say out loud when I was little so I didn't say anything offensive or too weird and upset people but usually I still messed up in the delivery, so after I would always replay the situation to figure out what I should have said instead.

I must have replayed that scene in my head of what I should have said back to that art teacher hundreds of times. During this replay, I came to realize just how much I believed in the heart shape. The only symbol I could think of in the entire world that always meant the same thing. It was the only thing that really "connects us all."

Sometimes in my life, when I have felt alone and unloved, I would think about the heart shape and remind myself that for centuries, people have had this shape as universal, just like love, and therefore love was out there even if I didn't feel it. 

There are other reasons the heart shape is sacred to me but this story I haven't shared publicly before and reflecting on it makes me want to thank that art teacher for being so critical, and frankly, I thought a bit mean, because even though he may have meant to convey disappointment in me his actions made me think fiercely and protectively about love for a very long time. 

I have always started new heartfelt things, and quit bad habits on February 14th in honor of the shape, not the commercial holiday. Like Halloween, Valentine's day behavior is a sort of year round affair in my house. Valloween as it's called here. 

I quit smoking over two decades ago on Valentine's day. I quit consuming sugar in 2021. This year I am quitting engaging in commentary completely with negative people on the internet- which on the face of things might not seem as life changing as my other habitual changes but I suspect it will make my life and my love of life far greater. This day is charmed for me.

I hope everyone out there loves fiercely, and completely. And I hope you all realize that should also apply to loving yourself. If you find yourself single on Valentine's day (which I think being single is awesome) but you don't want to be single, take a bit of time to love on yourself. Write down the things you love about yourself. Write about love and its place in the world. Eat some treats, take yourself dancing, or to a movie, or to fancy dinner. Treat a friend you love to dinner or make plans to hangout. Call the people you love. Don't let capitalism define love with what you're supposed to do, or not do, or buy on Valentine's day. Just love people, openly without shame. 

Let your life be shaped by your heart and remember that when you see the heart shape.

Much love to you all!

Life is Sweet

1-30-23

My life is sweet because I stopped eating sugar.

In January 2021 I stopped eating sugar, no added sugar foods, and no cakes, no cookies etc. Then, in March of that year, I started eating a healthy ketogenic diet.

Healthy ketogenic= = nutrient-dense foods, no sugar, very low carbs, moderate protein, very high fiber from greens and veg, and high fat from high quality cheese, eggs, meats, fish, nuts, and olive/avocado oil, no trans fats at all.

Healthy keto my way= almost no processed food and absolutely no highly processed food- all this combined with intermittent fasting for at least 16 hours but usually 18 hours.

I was a person who tried calorie restriction alone and gained five pounds. Nearly two years since I started keto (which I probably wouldn't have done if calorie restriction had worked) I have lost over 60 pounds- the first 30 pounds in just a season, which certainly spurred me on to do more. Results really helped me with discipline.

I gave up sugar just before going ketogenic hoping to lose the weight I had packed on post surgery from early stage colon cancer and the mental fallout of surviving with a threat dangling over me of its potential return after moving across the country away from everyone I knew to take a chance on new things. 

No weight loss happened when I gave up sugar until I went ketogenic. Stopping sugar stopped more weight gain- I mention this because lots of people have asked me in private messages.

Giving up sugar is awesome for health outcomes generally on its own but if you don't replace it with something satiating you'll be hungry all the time. I've literally never felt hungry or deprived during this entire time because a higher fat /fiber diet makes you feel full.

Sleep is a super important element in all of this. I sleep better now because I am in less pain. Healthy weight loss will not happen if you are not getting enough restful sleep.

Mental well being plays a role. Stress drives cortisol, and as a result, your body holds onto your flab. Daily gratitude meditation and disconnection from the digital world are big factors in mental health outcomes for me.

Also important element of maintaining weight loss is healthy exercise, not because you "look" good, but because you will feel better. It does make me look better as well. Now that I have less weight on me exercise is easier, dealing with my pre-existing health problems is also less of a catastrophe.

I don't work out the way others do every day. I put in 15 minutes of intense exercise at a time. Some days just once, some days five times, depends on my energy/schedule. I find it's easier to fit it into my day without it being exhausting or a time suck. I switch up what parts of my body I'm working on to give the muscles healing time.

I always do one 15 minute session BEFORE I eat. I've read this is very good for metabolic health which is what I am trying to recover completely after too many years with issues.

Keto makes me feel more energetic even when I'm sick, like I was last week. And I don't feel as sore all the time even with my genetic illness issues. I still feel pains, but way way less than before, so dancing can be more of my day, playing fiddle, juggling, and typing in the same day even with arthritis.

Currently I'm 64 lbs of fat down, 10-15 lbs to go depends on how much muscle I can develop in my 50 year-old lady status. 

Keto isn't a diet. Diets don't work. Keto is a lifestyle approach to eating, like being a vegan or vegetarian. 

Most health based arguments against keto rely entirely on the idea people can't stick to it or are made by "experts" with outdated facts and ideas about nutrition, such as the false idea eggs contribute to heart disease via cholesterol intake, among many other false narratives spread by under informed GPs and health professionals.

Most studies on keto haven't been done with healthy clean strict keto but with dirty processed food lazy keto. Ultra processed food is poison, regardless of your eating approach.

Studies about the dangers of sugar and ultra processed foods are endless and generally well established as fact yet I've never had even one medical professional suggest quitting sugar completely as a pathway to health.

They wait until someone is diabetic because modern medicine spends almost no time on effective prevention.

My life is so much sweeter without sugar, and trust me yours will be too if greatly reduce or stop eating sugar too.

Happy New Year(s)

1-5-22

While the western world has just had their drunken new year's celebration the east is still preparing. Lunar new year is early this year on January 22nd. The Year of the Rabbit is just over two weeks away. This year is a Water year, therefore babies born are water rabbit babies.

I am already ritualistically cleaning up the house wiping away bad luck and preparing luck altars and rituals before the 22nd and even indulging in a bit of song composition for my hulusi to ring in the new year. I also plan dye my hair, cut it and make or find a snazzy red outfit for the occasion.

I like the superstitions and traditions attached to Lunar New Year because really the worst case scenario of abiding by them I end up with a clean cheerful decorated house, nice hair, lovely outfit, with my debts paid off, eating good food with friends.

Despite all the talk of "the opposition to Tai Sui" for Rats (I'm a water rat) in a Rabbit year I have always had incredible times during Rabbit years and oddly very trying times during actual Rat years. 

Also I just really love rabbits.

2011 was the last rabbit year, my band formed that year, I fell in love with so many new things and people and became a whole new version of myself. 

I suspect this year I will have wholly new adventures, and another version of myself to get to know. 

From the Wolf Moon to the Lunar New Year is a great time to reflect on past 12 years and see them as an era. Indulge in your personal history and reflect on the differences between the world then and now. Next try to envision 12 years from now what marvels and changes there might be in your world.

It's nearly impossible to fully comprehend the passage of time and its inward and outward effects on us as individuals but spending time remembering and honoring the changes will go along way toward helping us embrace the future.

Think of how far you've come and where you want to go from one Rabbit year to the next one a dozen years from 2023 which is shocking for me to ponder because that will be 2035. I don't remember thinking in 2011 that 2023 seemed so distant or "in the future" but for some reason 2035 seems like science fiction future times- 35 years past the year 2000.

What would you do again? What would you avoid? Are you the same person? Would you like to be? Who do you miss seeing regularly- reach out to them if you can-renew old friendships and start new ones! 

Most of all, let your family and chosen family know you love them and care about them.

Ok, back to the prepping the house and looking for all my lucky red and gold.

The Power of Nostalgia 

12-6-22

I am dealing with an illness at the moment that prevents me for being active or doing much of anything at all so I've been allowing myself to be nostalgic to help feel better.

Nostalgia is an incredibly powerful tool that really does help me feel better about life even at very trying moments.

“Nostalgia makes us feel safe, loved and reminds us that others care about us,” Hepper said. One study found that waxing nostalgic can even make one feel physically warmer." Direct quote from a great article last year from the Washington Post you can find here. 

I found video from my first gig with my band Sold Only As Curio while I had to remake our entire site from scratch this week due to escaping the expensive tyranny  that is squarespace. 

(Side note: Never ever use them. I do my own SEO now, I only pay for a domain. I use google sites for free and I literally relaunched our site in one hour from nothing which with squarespace would have taken hours or even days dealing with their crappy system.)

It was dark waxing crest sky on Halloween 2011 nearly midnight by the time this video was taken. Nate (that's my husband but he wasn't then) and Gregory and I were dressed as 19th century era ghost Oregonians leaning up against a stable grave stone monument lit by a flashlight- I'm hovering in the dark, as always. 

Gratitude vs Thankfulness

11-24-22

Gratitude is not the same as thankfulness. It’s a peeve of mine that these two things are conflated so often. I used to think it was an intentional manipulation of religions to conflate the two things so people would be thankful for something rather than be in a state of gratitude. In religious practices if you are grateful you must thank some god or other. I say no. Gratitude does not need to involve thanking anyone or anything, though we often do. Thankful is an emotion. Gratitude is a state of being, regardless of circumstance. 

These days I don't think religions are a dark cabal pushing the practices of gratitude away. I think very few people learn how to practice gratitude in their daily lives regardless of their spiritual life.

Thankfulness usually applies to things-stuff, money, resources, temporary happenings etc. A poor person will have a very different list about what they are thankful for versus a rich person. 

True gratitude, doesn’t have an economic class experience level and it doesn’t need God or gods to come into the equation. The experience of true gratitude is universal. It applies people we love, situations we’ve lived through, family, friends, talent, pleasure or understood intense emotions, capacity, beauty, music, art, and nature. Gratitude doesn’t disappear when things are bad or just not as good. Thankful does.

Essentially, gratitude applies to things money can’t buy. Thankfulness is more self-centered and gratitude is more centered on others.

It’s on my mind, naturally, because today is American Thanksgiving. Millions of people around the country will get together and consume way too much food, watch sports, and hang out with their families (including members they don’t normally chose to be near and actually want avoid generally) and spend lots of time pretending to enjoy themselves. This is not to say no one enjoys themselves but often people have more fun at “orphan thanksgivings” without any family involved than with at their actual family gathering.

Tomorrow, dubbed Black Friday for many decades now, lots of Americans will hustle into crowded fluorescent lit box stores to consume even more. All weekend this mass festival of prescribed over consumption will abuse retail workers and service workers. The over taxed mothers and grandmothers around the country will barely be appreciated for all the cooking. Domestic abuse will rise incredibly high during this weekend- one of the worst weekends of the year for wife beating. It is also one of the deadliest times for car accidents.

Many people can’t really afford to buy all this food or the Xmas gifts particularly this year but they will because it’s what’s expected and they will go into debt to live up to this expectation.

Most people now know Thanksgiving is a colonial holiday based on a lie, a propaganda pushed by groups of religious people in cahoots with nationalists, and corporate interests to be taught in schools and revered in workplaces. 

It was created officially during the civil war as propaganda for President Lincoln to gloss over having approved the mass execution of 38 Dakota men after the Dakota Uprising. It was the largest one day mass execution in American history and it happened the day after Christmas 1862. (Merry Christmas and good will toward men eh? Well, they must have meant “men” only as white settlers) The first official “Thanksgiving” was the following year in 1863 intentionally trying to instill the idea of the brotherhood of all men as propaganda during a time of slaughter.

In fact, one of the reasons the white supremacists are so against teaching the actual history and stories of Thanksgiving is it shows the brutal nature of European ancestors who really only brought disease, destruction and genocide to the indigenous peoples of North America. Then after stealing all of their land and committing genocide, politicians wanted to create a holiday with the myth of brotherhood under their god. 

These days Thanksgiving is the American festival of over consumption. It’s something we Americans are known for around the world-over consumption. 

Thanksgiving and Black Friday are linked for good reason it’s all about consuming and has almost nothing to do with gratitude. 

I have to repeat here that being thankful applies to stuff, commodity, and reciprocity very often. And gratitude involves people and things money can’t buy. I think the entire approach of American Thanksgiving is oppositional to gratitude. Thanking someone or something like a person or a god isn’t the same as being grateful. 

I don’t think most people understand the difference between gratitude and thankfulness. I suppose many people think it’s really a semantic argument I am making but it’s really not. Being thankful is mostly a good thing but not strictly necessary but gratitude is an essential thing regardless of your status in life. 

Quite honestly some people don’t have much to be thankful for these days, just as certainly the Indigenous tribes of North America in the year “Thanksgiving” was created as a holiday didn’t have much to be thankful for either. It was some grand callous manipulative bullshit to conflate thankfulness and brotherhood of  “the nation” to meaning the same thing as gratitude. 

I am grateful for the indigenous people who lived here before me who took care of the land. I am grateful for the people who do it now and still struggle against colonial powers and corrupt corporate interests everyday like Joye Braun who recently passed away. I can be thankful for the things she did but I am grateful for her life-just as I am many of my loved ones who have passed.

Gratitude is important to practice everyday else we all slide into hedonic adaptation regardless of our situation in life. It’s being aware of what life is and recognizing it as a gift.

Imagine getting a four day work week and decent amounts of vacation and PTO you were allowed to take without worrying about losing your job. That would be something to really be thankful for! Thanksgiving is the corrupt corporate bone companies throw out to the overworked dogs that Americans have become. Thanksgiving is one of the few times Americans have time off work so naturally people get together. Thanksgiving and Xmas. That’s kind of it for the average American. If you are a retail employee or service employee you might not even get those scant days off.

Sure, some people make Thanksgiving a wonderful time for the whole family and bond and don’t go shopping. I’m sure those same people probably spend other days in the year doing similar things without a prescribed made up colonial holidays based in glossing over genocide.

I often fantasize what society would be like if families created their own traditions having absolutely nothing to do with consumption or prescribed activities. I imagine how marvelous it would be if we all just stopped being told how to celebrate our lives in a short dreary dark season of the year and instead went rogue and did it all the damn time. Smaller happier groups doing low pressure gatherings with the time off to do it. Getting to bond with the people you actually enjoy spending time with rather than your racist uncle or bigoted aunt. Spending good time in your community rather than hustling past your neighbors in a store while everyone looks at their phone and fights for items on sale.

I long for a day when people support good causes all year rather than “giving back” during the holiday season or donating because it makes people feel better about over consuming. I know some people already do that, and they give me hope which I am extremely grateful for.

So obviously, I don’t do the Thanksgiving thing. I tend to make feasts all year round when I can, not just a Thursday in November. I am usually fairly actively thankful for the things I have, it’s my default status. I probably annoy people showing off my thrift store finds and crazy clothes I gush about all the time. I love my fiddle and the fabulous sequin gowns shimmering my closet but I’d give them up in a hot second for someone I love.

I suspect my default status of being thankful for things is because I come from relative poverty. Having things I want to have is a recent development for me. People who have come from a place of real scarcity often deeply understand the difference between having something and cherishing it instead of just acquiring things to experience “retail therapy”or just buying things no one needs because they are on sale on Black Friday.

I practice proper gratitude regularly, daily if possible. I never think about items or stuff during these daily meditations. It’s about the people, always about people and once in a while a black stray cat. I think about how marvelous it is to have a talented clever person in my life who loves me that I completely trust who makes me laugh. I feel grateful for his very existence, but also the time we have already had and the time we have yet to experience. I am grateful for the hope and warmth our partnership brings into my life. 

Thinking about the people I care about and their faces smiling literally makes my angst, grief, and anger dissipate instantly. It’s the best solution for depressive thoughts.

Importantly gratitude should not about “giving back” or any form of reciprocity. Though you should definitely be giving- it’s shouldn’t be as a response to being thankful. Giving should be because someone needs your help and you are able to give it or just because you want to give rather than take.

Gratitude is about being present, centered and aware of your place in existence enough to see the wonderful people in your life and the gift that being alive in the world at this moment really is for us humans. It’s about understanding how wonderful and unlikely life is and holding on to that specialness you experience without needing to thank anyone.

Gratitude involves centering your thoughts on the people in your life that mean something to you rather than centering your thoughts on yourself. Gratitude is never self centered but thankfulness often can be. 

Center your thinking on the people you love and care about, picture them in your mind and be grateful they came into your life. That is gratitude practice simplified.

Gratitude can be about the potentials or capacity you have to draw, paint, sing, swim, dance, play music, write, laugh, play and your cleverness, your health, your body’s abilities and/or your understanding of existence. Gratitude can be about acknowledging the safety in which you live. It can be about nature and the universe. It can be about acknowledging your advantages.

But real gratitude isn’t about stuff or needing to thank anyone or anything. 

I am grateful for my friends, my partner, and my chosen family and the wonder of experiencing life.

I am truly happy for everyone who actually enjoys Thanksgiving and the activities associated with it, but also I am exceedingly grateful I don’t to deal with Thanksgiving or the bullshit associated with it. I’m grateful for the interventions of critical thinking people that came early in my life and gave the courage to go against prescribed holidays without needing to ruin anyone else’s holiday. 

However, I do have to write about it because that’s how I express dissent. Not with violence but with words which I am also grateful for having that capacity regardless of how long winded and wandering my thoughts may be on the subject.

Paradoxical Intention for an Intentional Paradoxical World

11-5-22

We live in a world with a system designed as an intentional paradox. Be good, be honest, be humble, work hard and you’ll be rewarded.

Be good: defined by an antiquated set of rules designed by men and passed on for thousands of years by other rich men that did not seek women for advice, or the advice of anyone who is not like them.

Be honest: However, if you are truly honest the chances you’ll do well at a job or have many friends is quite low.

Be humble: However, if you don’t market yourself you’ll never get anywhere in life

Work hard: defined by people asking you to work for them, who also want to be the people who define how much that work is worth -no other work will be valued including things like being a parent, an artist, a caregiver, or even a good citizen. 

And the reward comes after you die-explained by the people who brought you how to be good.

Often becoming successful, especially wildly successful, as defined in the modern era requires a person to do the opposite of  be good, be humble, work hard. It requires a lack of humility or being humble. It requires manipulating other people. It requires being selfish with your resources. It requires participation in a totally unjust system designed to enrich the worst people in the world. It requires the opposite of the myths taught to us in childhood.

I think about this a lot when I feel alone in the world but full of love for my fellow humans. 

Of course we’re all struggling. We’re playing generations long game of pretending everything is ok so no one will get mad at us or hurt us like abused children do in terrible families. We are a society designed by extremely abusive parents whose children are so afraid they carry on doing everything they are told like one big happy family when the truth is they are suffering beyond measure. So naturally the whole world has anxiety. 

I think about this a lot when children rebel and I feel pride toward them. I think about this a lot when my friends get fired and I rejoice just as I do when someone I know finally becomes at long last godless. I think about this when I see homeless people struggling and feel a surge of anger at the turd millionaire buying all the empty property in our area. I think about this when I see my friends who are artists, musicians, dancers and writers give up and feel a profound sadness. I think about this when I hear a friend say “I’m just a mother” or “I’m not that good” or “I think I have imposter syndrome.” 

But most of all I think about this all the time in the context of mental illness. 

Is it mental illness if you don't want to accept a world that requires such a false ideology to be accepted as fact and requires a person to fake their way through life?

I think I was gifted by my autism sometimes because it comes with an over amplified dose of daily anxiety which is connected to very serious attachment to justice and honesty. I have spent all of my life dealing with some severe forms of anxiety in addition to the general underlying amount of it that is caused by living in this fucked up world. I had to figure out how to survive the system we live in very early in life with a perspective from an early age that it really didn't apply to me that I would never be accepted or rewarded. I recognized early on that the truths I felt about life were not acknowledged by the world at large and might never be acknowledged in my lifetime.

I started expecting my own failures and decided to embrace them spectacularly many years ago as I mentioned in my very first blog on this site. It helped me lessen my fears and phobias enormously. I have extreme stage fright. Yet I've played thousands of shows in my life. I don't like large groups yet I can often be found in a large group. I have had chronic insomnia my entire life yet I am not worried sleeping enough anymore. I fear having leadership positions yet I organize groups to participate often having to lead them.

Recently I have been reading a lot about the concept of paradoxical intention as a form of therapy- actually I first read about it when I decided to look up the term “intentional paradox” since I am writing a book about my experiences.

Paradoxical intention is what I’ve instinctually done to be able to function these past 40 years of  life. Some of Viktor Frankl's logotherapy is really relevant to everyone's life in western society especially in learning to navigate the broken system in the world. 

Paradoxical intention is like a form of witchcraft much like glamour. Some people would say it's like "fake it till you make it" but actually it's more like "expect not to make it and trick your emotions and behavior rather than using willpower" till you make it.

If you find yourself unsuccessful in this modern world it’s most likely you’re a good person who is honest and works hard and wants to do the right thing. Be proud of this “lack of success" but if you want to feel successful in world designed to be an intentional paradox use the ideas of paradoxical intention to help you get through.

Pretending in life is required. I pretend life is like the Powerball- you don't buy a ticket expecting to win, you expect to lose and it doesn't destroy you or cause any really pain to lose because you expected it and prepared for failure and someone somewhere in the world did win and cheers to them. I don't have resentment for them and usually I never think about them again.

You can use the potential of winning to fantasize about big things but also to recognize what you already have in life that money can not buy namely- love, goodness, cleverness, and humbleness.

Am I saying your anxiety or fears can be cured? No, of course not- but those fears and anxiety don't have to ruin your life or even run your life. Just like you are not likely to win the Powerball, you are not likely to completely cure your anxiety or fear.

Just as I will always have intense stage fright but I can play music or dance in front of thousands of people. Am I good always? Um, no usually I am not very good but passable at best yet I do it because I get to make original music with people which is my motivation behind even trying. Do I play better alone, oh heavens yes, but I want to play music with others so I trick myself into getting on stage.

I expect to fail to deliver the performance I wish I could at most shows and sometimes I am surprised I don't fail. I have had a few precious moments in my life where I delivered a great performance and felt it at that moment. For me those moments are success in life. 

May we all be successful a tricking ourselves in to living well in this paradoxical life. And you bet I'm still getting a powerball ticket today, because crazy unbelievable things happen all the time to me, so why not that too. If I win you'll be the first to know.

Not for Sale

10-27-22

Not everything and everyone is for sale regardless of all the messages online and in the media saying otherwise.

After a very revealing early morning discussion I have come to the conclusion that less informed people enjoy being sold something literally in every aspect of their life. Or perhaps I should be more explicit about my meaning-stupid people will buy anything. Any idea, any product, any lie as long as the person selling it to them is charismatic or entertaining. 

It explains the popularity of religion because rather than acknowledging no one knows for sure what happens to us when we die religion offers a comforting entity, a God, or savior sold to people with compelling all knowing answers about life. Religions often require a decided lack of critical thinking.

These people being less aware and stupider explains why celebrities are worshipped. It explains why capitalism rules the world. It explains why people confuse having the choice of products with actually having freedom and democracy. Having lots of things to chose from isn't so great if most of the things kind of suck. Those choices are a distraction from what is really happening in the world. It's easy to distract people who don't actual have a depth of understanding. 

Marketing and religion live in the same part of our brains. In fact, I suggest religions claiming to have the answers to everything prime people for being good little consumers who don't question what they are being sold. 

Being informed hurts. The more informed the more it can hurt especially in a world full of people who will callously ignore real suffering while crying about their problems which are almost entirely self created. The voice of people without many actual problems seem to complain the loudest. They spend their days constantly consuming while bitching about issues the system their constant consumption created is causing. 

Now after more than a dozen years of constant social media around the world with an algorithm bias toward these complainers and controversy over community, especially created unimportant controversy- the world seems a dim dark place. People are making themselves into a brand. Often their posts online are like ads. It's pretty disgusting. In the digital world the bullshit always floats to the top. 

Empty vain people enjoy selling things to everyone regardless of how wrong it might me. They like being seen as having the answers. They like the attention. But now in order to make a living many people have to craft a self image online rather than having who they actually are represented. People must do it either to get a proper job and/or to get people to buy their art, writing or music. 

And of course, the darkest turn is the branding and genrefication of actual personality for sale.

I've been advised to do this- to improve "my brand." Actual people I know in real life have said this to me. I consider brands of any kind to be attached to forms of slavery. And while the physical branding of slaves in our horrid dark history is so much worse than what I refer to in this post- branding is about ownership and often about being owned by someone else.

I can't stand ads of any kind or commercials or people behaving like commodities even if there is an unfortunate need to do it at times in the fucked up world we live in. It is disturbing to me.

Critical thinking in not really rewarded in our current society. Being a gas bag, a ridiculing clown, a violent misogynist, and being vain and empty  as long as you are beautiful are rewarded. People receiving attention often have to equivalent of a bad morning radio personality from the 90s.

I can't believe there are people who still argue about these facts:

People aren't putting drugs in candy and handing it out for Halloween.

Inflation isn't the president's fault.

The presidential election wasn't stolen.

No one is trying to replace white people. 

Climate Change is real and the biggest danger we face on our modern world.

Vaccines don't cause autism.

Some of us aren't for sale and we usually we are less susceptible to marketing. In short, we aren't as stupid as people who are susceptible. I am proud to be an authentic self and I don't feel like I need to sell that self to anyone. I deactivated my existing twitter accounts now that a billionaire butthole owns it. 

I am so sick of pretentious people online and the bleed over into real life. It doesn't matter to me how great that photo looks, or even no matter how "clever" or witty someone seems most of online life is false and feels empty. 

How much time do these people spend trying to look like something they are not? Are they kind? Are they caring? Do they believe in helping others?

The people I respect most in my life don't sell things including themselves  and they don't spend their consuming things most of the time. They are focused on critical thinking, creating, loving, and sharing.

I've been spoiled by being lucky to have most of the important people in my life being marvelously not for sale.

The only time I really enjoy being something I'm not is this week- Halloweek. Everyday I like to imagine being another creature of fantasy, a spooky dark version of myself or even a silly self.

Happy Halloween in advance. And cheers to everyone out there who can proudly say they too are

NOT FOR SALE.

The Power of Romance and Love

10-14-22

I recently wrote a fictional memoir full length novel which at its core could be described as romantic yet I hesitate for this to be the label slapped upon my work. It's one of the most honest and greatest things I've written. It's the book I wish I had read as younger woman. I am proud of the work yet I feel a dark shadow in my mind at the idea it will be dismissed because it centers on romantic relationships not violence.  

I often wonder at our cultural tendency to belittle the power of romance and love. In storytelling, in art, in music, and even in our own lives we’ve been socially conditioned to be embarrassed by having an enthusiasm for romance and love. 

If you want to be taken seriously making a series, a book, art, a poem, a movie about love is the surest way in the western world to be dismissed entirely at least from the standpoint of critical acclaim. Sex and tragedy- that’s completely acceptable and deserving of high praise among serious critics- not so with the power of love and romance. Even though the motivation for transforming our lives is almost always connected to love, the art centered on the joy of love, the beauty of romance, the universal need for love is considered immature and/or not serious enough to merit time in our lives. 

Thousands of series, movies and books are critically raved about that all focus on dead bodies, war, violence, crimes and tragedy that few people genuinely experience in the ways portrayed on a screen or in hero driven stories. These tragic heroes and admiral villain characters live out dark bits of trauma in each episode or novel with very little mention of love or romance except as motivations for murder and manipulation or as a piece of weakness of character rather than the enduring strength of love. Horror, mystery, tragedy, even comedy get respect but romance and love have to work hard to win over critics or be taken seriously. 

There is a level of sexism at play, naturally, because liking, or seeking stories of romance is seen as a silly woman thing. Or at least that’s what we are taught to think. 

There is also an element of antiquated small minded religious moralism that keeps romance put in its lowered place based in religious influences. Those influences attempt to connect having a family with the main reasoning for wanting love or romance and any other motivation as being sinful or degenerate. These strict versions of acceptable romance are most often heterosexual and nearly always monogamous. In reality, having a family is just one of many romantic motivations and very often not the first. And importantly monogamy and life long love in monogamy is actually quite rare.

While endless depictions of violence, hatred and pain are portrayed on screen and in novels stories of women and men behaving as real women and men might in romantic situations, rather than hallmark moments or pornography, are hard to find.

I can’t help wondering if having few respected romantic heroes in our cultural lexicons but plenty of “solve everything by violence” characters glorifying gun violence is not only a reflection of who we are as a culture, but also who we become from not respecting the elemental power of love in our storytelling. 

To diminish the power of love in storytelling do we not diminish its power in our lives? By giving no fictional mentors showing the strength of love and compassion or the rewards of romance do we as a culture not create a world with less reasons to seek these amazing aspects of life? For surely if something so great as these incredible romances really existed people would tell those stories.

So this month in honor of great love stories in art and music I am celebrating the 21 years of Jean-Pierre Jeunet's "Amelie." At twenty one years old the film is old enough to drink now so I suggest settling down with a decent scotch or glass of wine and watching the gorgeous magical romance, one of the greatest romantic films I have had the joy to experience. 

Early on critics trashed the movie. Gilles Jacob one of the selector's at Cannes Film Festival that year described it as "uninteresting" and many people I knew passed on the film saying they had heard it wasn't as good as Jeunet's serious work "City of Lost Children" or "Delicatessen" 

This film came to me at a magical time in my life. And every time I watch it or hear Yann Tiersen's compelling soundtrack I feel an echo of that magic still. I can honestly say that very few movies have the grip on me that "Amelie" does. Yet openly speaking about how much I love the film has been used to ridicule me and many others. 

Powerful creative and compelling love is all around us. The stories I am eager to hear and create center on this sort of love. 

There are some notable modern exceptions to the rule of romantic stories being dismissed such as Phoebe Waller-Bridge's excellent "Fleabag." Yet even though Waller-Bridge's work is entirely a story about the power of love, feelings of loss, and pursuit of romance it is classified as comedy, which I can't blame anyone for avoiding the romance label as a genre or the dreaded "romcom" because it's tantamount to being called a bit of fluff in the creative critical world.  

I sincerely hope our world becomes more filled with lurid love tales and pursuits of happiness along with marvelous stories about romance in all aspects of life. I think we all need a bit more of it in our daily lives. 

Sea Change

9-15-22

There is a sea change happening.

Literal Nazis, on the rise in Europe winning elections in Sweden and Italy. 

The actual establishment of the political parties that won are literally connected to the actual Nazi party.

How did they win? The exact same way the Trumpists do- by pretending that all the problems in the world are caused by immigrants and refugees particularly brown and black people.

For everyone out there who thinks that it's drastic to call these people and indeed some of our elected officials, Nazis you really need to read more about it. 

With Viktor Orbán already an existing Nazi in power in Hungary, also a major friend to American conservatives- that's three European countries with actual full on Nazis in power or on the way there. 

Russia is being led by a fascist, Putin too, and he's pretending to be "fighting nazis." while jailing and torturing people and killing people for his push to empire. 

China has been committing genocide on the Uyghurs population for years now.

Modi is a Hindu fascist.

Brazil is being led by a fascist also, Bolsonaro.

What they all have in common is propaganda based around religious extremism or extremist ideology of another sort but really it's about empire. 

Ultimately the label doesn't matter Nazi, fascist, Republican, Neoliberal, Christian Nationalist, Hindu fascist, Lehava, Taliban-not a fully inclusive list of extremists.

It's all the same thing.

The playbook for these people is make poor people desperate so they can enslave them, make women property, demonize people who are different, instill racism and the ideas of colonial empire, and accuse others of what they are actually doing- destroying the lives of everyone around them.

These terrible people exist in every country. In your town, in your neighborhood. But those who care and would do good for each other out number them a hundredfold. 

History does repeat itself but usually it's worse the second time around, and multiplies with each replaying of tragic consequences.

Most of the truly tragic things that have happened in human history happened because good comfortable people didn't think it could happen and they allowed it to get to a breaking point and then catastrophe, disaster, war, and holocaust follow.

I know it's hard to keep track, be informed and to know what to do without feeling hopeless. 

There is a sea change happening. 

Right now we're hovering on the brink. 

Just remember the autocrats and extremists are trying so hard to gain more power again because they feel the rise of the freed working person, the rise of the free thinker, of the freed mind, the freed woman.

They've been trying to destroy us for so long.

They know we can defeat them. So they are hoping to dissuade us all from even realizing there is a battle.

But these days everyone feels it. It's just a matter of deciding how to act on these feelings. It's really time to pick a side. Are you actively going to resist? Or are you going to be part of the problem either by being passive or by supporting fascism? 

Working people and people who are not defined by the rules of prescribed religion, and people who just want to be allowed to make their own choices in their life are gaining momentum.

It's why they are trying to knock us down. 

We need to stand together against them, regardless of our differences. Often called marginalized groups if all of us banded together we would out number them.

Then if the people who are just not assholes but who aren't considered marginalized groups stood with us- we would easily defeat fascism. 

There's an ocean of us. We need to make more waves.

The sea change is happening but who will drown in it?

It's the comfortable people I'm trying to talk to- to beg to get involved. You need to do more than just vote or chat about stuff. Poor and desperate people who can't do more- they need YOU to be more active. 

The literal world is at stake.

Voting against fascism is just one thing you must do. Don't give any of your energy or time to these types people anymore. Shun them. 

Don't patronize their businesses and tell them why. I don't care if it's a local business. If you have money use it wisely. 

STOP bitching about your taxes- just make sure they are directed toward the right things.

QUIT blaming the homeless for all the problems in the city-learn what you can do help these people quit worrying about your fucking property values in comparison with someone who needs to sleep in the street. 

HELP those who are struggling whenever you can in little ways everyday. Encouraging someone doesn't cost anything. Do it everyday. Do it online, do it in person. Support other people's creative output, other people's courage and kindness. 

STOP being shy with your compliments and your enthusiasm for love and kindness. Use the energy you would to use refute or get angry instead to lift up someone.

STOP blindly participating in consumer culture.

START actively connecting with those people who need us to be more involved. 

Spread the message of what is at stake but also more importantly of what those who are doing goods things need to help in this fight. 

Talk about policies and ideas that are good ones not just the terrible things being done. Things that make our lives better based in love and creativity. Most problems have existing solutions.

Too much of modern life is reactive fear based behavior which propels us all further into the thinking that leaves us susceptible to the horrid propaganda of extremists.

Too many of our lives are governed like a stupid social media algorithm designed to elevate controversy and fear but not solutions or love.

This morning I feel the sea change. 

I just hope we're all heading the right direction.

50 Years Young

8-12-22

I’m turning 50 years old this month. Well, at least, I hope I do. So this post is what turning the big 50 is making me think and feel. It's a rambler but I will indulge myself and allow the longwinded essay since I'm officially old now:

Lots of people dread getting older, but I couldn’t be more thrilled to have made it this far. My anticipation for turning fifty at long last is, I am sure, a bit annoying to those near to me because I talk about it so often. I have been informed by every women's magazine and internet source I should dread being fifty because it means I'm really considered old now, like undeniably old. I say- marvelous! At long last I am an Elder.

What most people don’t understand about my excitement comes from the iron clad belief I had about dying young. I never really believed I would live this long, as in truly I was sure I would die. It wasn't just the usual thing a twenty-something year old thinks when they are self destructive. I believed my death due to illness, homicide, or unhappy accident was far more than likely long before I made it to this milestone. I had plenty of evidence to come to that doomed conclusion. And to be fair to my assumptions and my paranoia I have flatlined several times, been told I wouldn’t live this long by multiple doctors, four attempts have been made on my life, and I’ve been in three car accidents. 

I'm glossing over the crazier stuff because Death has hovered by me many times but this post isn't about him.

And now just over a fortnight from the big milestone I have covid. And so rather than planning to celebrate my upcoming birthday my paranoia about dying is there, a familiar friend darkly waiting in the corner to jump out on my moments of happiness and comfort to remind me that being comfortable is for other people.

I had a rough start physically in life as well as a troubled extremely abusive family life that caused many years of my life to be spent unlearning the terrible things instilled in me by my parents as well as many of the adults around me. I came from one of the most toxic cultures humankind has ever created. I come from “God and Gun Country” land in rural mountain North Carolina. 

I could very easily write an entire book about how I overcame trauma and unlearned abusive tactics meant to destroy me. Perhaps someday I will, but this post is my first addressing the poison of my early life directly. It's personal to me and therefore so much harder to write about for an audience unfamiliar with my background. I'm so used to not being listened to or believed I have admittedly internalized the message "no one cares about or believes you" more than I would like to admit. 

I’ve always been afraid to write about the abuses that happened to me in my youth because those abusers would feel compelled to defend their actions, to call me a liar, or to make my life more difficult again as they enjoyed doing when I was young. Or even worse some people would get off on the descriptions of violence and rape and reenact those things on someone else.

Luckily, no one really reads blogs and if they do it's because the writer spends far too much time promoting the blog, which as my readers know isn't my inclination. I'm thankful for the feedback I get from readers but it plays almost no role in why I write. It’s been a long time since I have had contact with any of these destructive people from my past but I know some of them keep tabs on me and are invested in the truth not being told publicly. Hopefully this flies under their hateful radar because I am no longer continuing the silence. I am, in fact, working on that book because I decided it was selfish of me to keep how I survived all the challenges I have survived and the adventures I've had to myself when others could benefit from my experience or at least be entertained by my perspective.

As a child I was regularly beaten with slaps, with long stinging hickory switches, and lashed with leather belts. Even though emotional abuse was far worse than the beatings it has taken me until this year of my life to be able to actually wear a belt of my own or see a belt on someone and not immediately be transported back to being a small child seeing a belt from below hearing the clink and swish sound of its removal and becoming sweaty with fear and anxiety while bracing for the pain. 

Our school had corporal punishment too. Paddling they called it back then. I used to actually laugh off paddlings since it didn’t compare to the pain of the beatings I got at home. My paddlings were usually for acting out the very same behavior I saw in adults or for questioning things concerning End Times Christian world doctrine I was being taught. 

“Why if we are already saved do we need to be good?” I’d asked, because I was told once your “saved” your “saved.” “If the end of time is coming and God already knows who is going to heaven why do we have missionaries?” I asked. “Who was Cain’s wife?” “Why didn’t God mention dinosaurs?” as well as many other annoying curious questions about contradictions. I was regularly told my faith was not strong enough or I wouldn’t have such questions. 

Questioning God was a sure sign I was not “right with God”and a sinner. I was told I needed to stop reading so much. It was toxic to my emotional development that I actually believed something about me was not “right with God." Men looked at my young body because I was evil temptation I was told. Perhaps even worse than the abuse I received at home was being told I deserved those beatings and the abuse too for being so wicked when I told a preacher about the troubles I had. The poison of self loathing flowed in my veins from a young age because I simply could not stop being curious or asking questions and was reliably informed that I deserved to be tortured because of this. I still apologize sometimes for being curious.

That toxic cultural influence of not questioning and blindly following an extremist Christian doctrine has managed to seep like PFAS, the forever chemical, into every aspect of American life. It rains down on us all whether or not we want to participate in the delusions of Christofascists. It has been my enemy since the first day I was able to make independent decisions regarding my own life. It has been very disturbing to me over the past decade or so to see such a rise in power of these cruel assholes.

Other friends from my youth who also managed to escape our terrible upbringing often wonder why everyone else is so surprised by the lunatic end times Christians doing exactly the horrible things they advocate for everyday in American politics. 

We are not surprised by the existence of elected nut jobs like Marjorie Taylor Greene or the idiot Lauren Boebert. Most of us expected things to get worse after Trump actually won because the Democrats didn’t run someone people could actually believe in and vote for rather than vote against something- but instead chose Hillary Clinton. We knew this would lead to the rise of this world of science deniers and delusional followers. We, my fellow survivors and I, have been trying to tell our liberal friends and extended families we've married into about this for decades.

I think we understand these End Times Christian Republicans from a perspective that perhaps most of the country does not. They were our earliest oppressors. They were our abusers. Even if some of my friends from my childhood had loving parents they also recognize the poison, hateful status quo of the culture where we grew up. The worst part for most of us is that now, still after all this time, it is exactly the same there as when we were young impressionable children. 

I see evidence of the captives stuck in this culture everyday in my facebook feed. Young people, especially women submitting to stupidity and senseless violence against their own souls. Begging God for help by praying while actively voting against their own rights. Watching them accept or even embrace this madness causes a deep sadness in me and a reminder. 

That could have been you- that would have been you- a voice murmurs in the back of my mind.

I was raised to believe I was less valuable as a human being because I was female. That my value would only exist as an obedient daughter, as a wife, and most importantly as a mother. The church I was forced to go to pushed these beliefs hard. The public school I attended had teachers who often reminded me “I was only a girl.” 

I was raised to believe gay people were "of the devil." I was taught that black people were the “mud people," that Jews had betrayed God, and that women who wanted sex were whores. 

The minister at our church would often use the word “nigger” at social functions when referring to one of the local women who had married a black fellow. The entire existence of women was to be a “helpmate” to men but that apparently didn’t extend to black men.

I remember my brother, age five, shouting happily because the power meter reading guy was black “There’s a nigger in the yard. Nigger!” And my mother pulled him away from the window and apologized to the guy. He just carried on doing his job, but I saw the look on his face. I hope no one ever looks at me like that.

My mother smacked my brother hard across his face and told him to never say that to someone in public or she would "smack the shit out of him." He was so confused because he had heard her use the word "nigger" countless times and even when she referred to a candy he loved- little chocolate drops with white nougat inside as “nigger toes.” I think he was just amazed to see his first black person and of course, he didn’t realize my mother was a racist using slurs and bad words to refer to an entire group of people. My brother thought he was seeing a magical creature. That was the day I realized my mother was a racist and that the “n” word was as terrible as my second grade teacher had told us it was the year before. 

That teacher is why I am such a vocal supporter of the 1619 project being taught in schools. If she had not given the class a lesson on slavery when I was in the second grade maybe I too would be a full on racist hate monger these days. It’s also why these Christian groups all over America are putting money and energy into banning books about accurate history as well as condemning anyone teaching anything that doesn’t paint colonialism as good and gay as bad. Their attack on teaching history is so they can continue to instill racism, sexism and bigotry into young children. If they don’t their congregation will continue to shrink. Their entire belief system relies on white supremacy and bigotry. They are state sanctioned terror groups in places like North Carolina, Georgia, Florida, and Texas and many other bible belt states.

I also learned very quickly the public face my mother and the face church people showed the world was very different than the private behind closed doors conversations with sexist, racists and bigoted commentary they had daily when they thought no one who would be offended was there. This taught me they knew some people believed they were wrong. I decided wanted to know those people. What else did those people know?

Over the years I paid close attention to how defenders of girls in school, and the people who defended black people, Mexicans, and gays in our community were attacked by people like my mother- herself an immigrant. Often people in power- those who held office, cops, or people who had bigger businesses would target them or exclude them from opportunity. It wasn’t only people of color who were targeted but that was a big focus of the cops. 

Those cops targeted artists, punks and goths too, but they really liked to torture the “spicks, niggers and queers” as I was once told by a local cop- gay or gay presenting men were not to be trusted because “God says it’s wrong and it’s just disgusting. It's important to beat some manhood back into them."

These days people do this sort of disturbing commenting on social media with seemingly little shame or fear of reprisal. They post videos of themselves harassing people in Target for buying rainbow Pride T-shirts and tell everyone they are going to hell and becoming satanic and someone else turns it into "content." They are just out there proudly being total nasty hate filled bigots proud of their ability to hinder other people's access to love and a healthy life with choices and freedom.

As a young person I knew something about me was different. I thought these “queer” men were interesting and kind. They were clean for one thing- a big plus to my obsessive young mind. These odd fellows had lots of interesting conversations I overheard. They seemed to be secret mystery group that everyone one knew but no one talked about. They laughed more than the normal men too. Importantly, they never tried to touch me in weird ways like all the men at the church who stared at my young breasts and grabbed me or rubbed themselves against me when hugging me. I loathed hugging because of these men- and I still do. My family didn't hug me for the most part so the first types of hugs I had were creepy sexual ones. 

I knew people often considered my strangeness to be demon based- they told me so in Sunday school more than once. I liked unique things and dark things. I liked science. I liked “queer” things. 

I had a dark painful life. I know I was only trying to find beauty while deeply in pain in childhood but it definitely sealed my fate as having “otherness” something I cherish now but was strongly impressed upon to hide, to suppress and even stamp out utterly by well meaning but misguided teachers.

I asked questions, too many questions. If something wasn’t logical I protested. If someone was lying about something they said previously I was too socially inept to realize I should stay quiet. I cared more about the truth than the pain of losing friends over lies. My autism was on display all along, but as a girl, well, that just wasn’t possible. Girls didn't have autism then. Girls weren't smart either. I learned to pretend to be much less intelligent to get along at jobs and in school.

I thought black people and the migrants that worked the orchards and fields in our county were absolutely beautiful and fascinating. I thought women were also more interesting to look at compared to men. I didn’t realize it was a sexuality because when I later found men appealing too I assumed I was straight-until my first sexual encounter with a woman.

I left North Carolina and never returned because I felt it would be like visiting the grave of my childhood if I did. I wanted to severe any connection to that painful story. I wanted to know everything that wasn’t my world so I travelled the world. I fell in love a few times too but those relationships were my first without abuse as the basis of connection so they were practice for all concerned and essentially doomed to fail. 

I wanted freedom from the judgmental eyes and darkly hateful sort of people who had ruled my life. 

And I found it. I found love and caring for the first time. I found cultures that seemed to respect my intelligence and even encourage curiosity. I had respectful loving friends in North Carolina but I don’t think I understood how to love them back then or make trusted connections. I am still not sure my ability to love someone is fully realized as it should be in a healthy person but I try my hardest all the time while recognizing that never having received ample unconditional love makes it harder to express to others. 

At nearly fifty years old I am thankful to have had so many positive relationships with good men and women, as well as genuine adventures over the years. Without my desperate need to flee the confines of the small minded Christians I was raised with I doubt I ever would have seen so much of the world, so I suppose I can thank them for something.

Considering my painful background, these days I am more comfortable allowing myself to be proud of the emotional work I put into making these human connections and having healthy outcomes rather than constantly berating myself for not being good enough for anyone to love. Those doubts will always be there but I know who planted those terrible thoughts and they can fuck right off.

I mention these connections between the milestone age of fifty and the poisonous hatred of my upbringing and the culture that spawned it in this post because there is much discussion about how hatefulness ages a person lately. 

The piece of trash known as Alex Jones has been visibly compared to Wil Wheaton who is a kind and openhearted fellow as well as two years older than Jones and looks undeniably better because he doesn't look angry or mean. I am two years older too, and I definitely look undeniably better than Alex Jones. I'd say a broad portion of the population looks better and kinder than Alex Jones. I look better than most of the people I grew up around who have drank the hate filled cup of Christianity as it expresses itself in our hometown too.

Despite have many genetic illnesses, having had many set backs in life, being poor, having no “backup” plan or family to rely on I’ve never turned to hatefulness and resentment. I don't let fear real or imagined totally rule my life like those people wanted me to do. I have actively become less hateful over my lifetime. Despite the seductiveness and comfort of the “nothing can be done-it’s too late to change anything so why bother" thinking of many in my generation I’ve also never become dismissive of solutions or ideas that come from those younger than me. Despite the constant instilling of how little I matter, and how I shouldn’t be proud of myself from those who should have cared for me and done the opposite, I am proud of this lack of hatefulness. I am proud of being me and not in the least bit ashamed of my joy or my loves.

It takes daily active effort to not be bitter, hateful, or even righteously angry all the time. It’s what I do rather than pray to a non-existent god. I spend hours contemplating how to make the world I inhabit better for those who will inherit it from me, even though I have no children. I think of what things will make those I love happier. I spend time being grateful for the love I have in my life, for the safety to be my true self without having to fear what someone will do to me for being honest. I want that for everyone whether I know them or not.

I was told so often as young person “Oh you’ll understand when you get older” when I questioned conservative attitudes and ideas. And they were right. I do completely understand them now that I am older. Those people were bitter, hateful, old, selfish assholes intent on making me feel small and powerless just like them. They spent their life living by someone else's delusional relationship with a non-existent god rather than learning who they are inside. 

I never want to be like them. I want to become more flexible in my mind as I age, not rigid or conservative. I want to focus on love and understanding. I want to listen to new ideas and people because I have the privilege of being able to live long enough to see new things and meet new people. I have my own cherished traditions and rituals and they are not challenged or degraded in the slightest by new information or other ideas unlike the godbotherers who felt the need to diminish me even as a child and many other small innocent children. 

If I really do make it to fifty this month I will indeed be over the moon about it. Yeah, I’m wrinkled and a bit pudgy but I get to be here. I’m alive despite all the organized opposition. I understand who and what I am in the world. I have an unshakeable tenacity for goodness in the face of stupidity and cruelty.

I’ve worked hard these past few years dislodging myself from my comfort zones to find better health and be in a better location than we were when the pandemic started. I wanted to be in the best position I could be when I finally caught covid so if it managed to take me out at least I would know I tried everything I could to prevent my death. If I had listened to the End Times Christians and Republicans I am sure I would have died as have 33 people I know in the past few years of the pandemic.

I know it is more challenging to stay healthy from here on out. I plan to do all I can to stay alive and be well- even if just to outlast those assholes who damned me. Living well is said to be the "best revenge" but I think living well is just the point of life really not as a reaction to terrible people- still I admit having a happy life compared to those shitty people does feel pretty good.

I am proud to have lived this long in a hostile world regardless of what age I am when I die. My life is my life not theirs or their stupid vengeful god. I hope I'm never "Right with God" because that is a sure sign of living life wrong. 

So bring it on 50 years old I wait with breathless exuberance for what you can teach me. 50 years young here we come!

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Land of "the Free"

7-4-22

In Illinois, today a gunman killed six people and injured thirty-one more in a parade for Independence Day, some were children as young as eight years old. Possibly the most American thing that could happen on July 4th is a mass shooting at a parade. The number one cause of death for children in America is death by fire arms, by the way- maybe I should yell that so the proud flag wavers can hear me.

THE NUMBER ONE CAUSE OF DEATH OF CHILDREN IN AMERICA IS DEATH BY FIREARMS.

July 4th is supposed to be the day we celebrate America. But like many of my civic minded and kind hearted friends and family I just can't. Admitting that publicly, of course, leads to being called a traitor or not patriotic, usually the same sort saying those things to me think the attempted coup on Jan. 6th was a good idea and that the election shouldn't have been certified.

Independence Day in America is at best an example of misplaced pride in your country involving a BBQ and some damned annoying fireworks that potentially burn down houses and start forest fires-and at worst, an excuse for destructive nationalist displays usually by white Christofascists to rally around the idea of “God and Country” meaning their God, and only they get to experience any freedom in their country.

It's always those same people too setting off fireworks all day and night for weeks sometimes with no regard to the mental health of the millions traumatized by gun violence and war in our country. Every time I hear one of those random loud booms my body responds with a surge of adrenaline and puts me in a state of hypervigilance regardless how I try to calm myself. 

Their idea of  being “proud to be an American” is truly disgusting to me. They feel pride to be a racist, sexist, a violent land stealing colonial power. I feel shame at dead children around the world thrown on the altar of violence we’ve created with our weapons and domestically too with our refusal to regulate the bullets and the weapons of war.

They feel pride thinking about repressing those “queers” and making supposed "baby murderers" seek medical asylum in another state. Soon they will be proud of making bodily autonomy for potentially pregnant people a crime. I feel the deepest shame imaginable that a ten year old rape victim has to seek medical asylum in another state and that if these extremists get even more control in the USA they would have made her live with the trauma of carrying that fetus. These forced birthers' ancestors did that during slavery to black women, and indigenous women for hundreds of years-just as they did to any girl child they wanted to marry before the 1950s. 

I feel shame living in a country where an AR-15 assault rifle carried on the back of an unstable teenager has more freedom to travel across state lines and faces less scrutiny than a young woman who had her birth control fail. 

Death cult Christians have finally managed to chip away and deny the right an abortion to millions around the country and with the intentional weak response from the Democrats (it's a great way to raise money for their upcoming elections rather than actually doing anything to stop this horrifying slow motion take over by End Times lunatics) we'll see things get worse, and possibly not actually get better for a really long time in America.

Becoming pregnant in in America is pretty dangerous and not just because the ridiculous price of health care or even the potential of complications from pregnancy. The number one cause of death of pregnant women in America is homicide. And that was before the recent abortion decision. Maybe I should shout that one too for the flag wavers too.

THE NUMBER ONE CAUSE OF DEATH OF PREGNANT WOMEN IN AMERICA IS HOMICIDE.

They feel pride at denying climate change and the impact of over consumption on the planet and celebrate a lack of regulation to at least mitigate the effects of worsening pollution while driving around gas guzzling vehicles only complaining about the price at the pump, not the millions of people around the world air pollution from emissions kills each year which is the real price. I feel shame that I too have participated in disgusting consumer culture and I too must drive to survive. 

I haven’t believed in America’s promise or being American was much to be proud of for a very long time but this year in particular there is a sharp contrast between persons who celebrate our culture from those who want to fix the terrible things happening because of our culture. 

I really hope everyone did get to spend some time with their friends and family on this national holiday because we are an overworked culture too. But I refuse to be proud to be an American today and everyday until these things change. I will do all I can to make those changes too. It is my greatest wish that those who see the impact of cultural illness of nationalism and white supremacy and the madness that has hold of 25% of our population indoctrinated by hate, will rise up before it’s too late and change it for the better.

And I send my heartfelt commiserations to everyone who has had to play the traumatizing PTSD game for the past month of "is it a fire work or a gunshot" especially everyone feeling extreme hypervigilance and lots of trauma triggering sounds. May this "celebration" be over soon.

Life Budget Potluck

6-13-22

As my husband heads back to work after his usual three days off my Monday morning thoughts are always about what's been deemed "life balance" in recent years rather than what I think of our cultural struggle between "toil, grind, and blindly consume" until you die of the poison of modern society versus "being a parent, and/or partner, connect with nature, make art, just be a human being at rest with your friends and family." But I suppose "life balance" is easier to say on NPR and at business meetings for self assured capitalist because it's got that marketing term zing to it. It can be sold as an idea to aspire to rather than something we all should already have as an alienable right. Plus calling it "life/work balance" implies there are no other approaches and that it is on you to "find the balance."

Really a more accurate "capitalist" perspective term would be "life budget." How much of your actual limited time alive are you willing to give to particular things like working doing something you wouldn't normally want to ever do, chores, errands vs parenting, creative pursuits, resting, relaxing, sports, fun activities, and indulging in pleasures.

In most of the western world for many decades any pursuits outside working cost money too. People socialize by going out. Traveling to the true forest -not a way too manicured park, costs gas money, and often costly "park passes" which have always bothered me since they should be free to poor people at least but mostly they are not. Our state parks in Washington have two weekends a year for free- which is pathetic. 

Most Americans have only two days off and hardly any "vacation" so the "life budget" is spent working all the time doing something given a choice they would not. It's why so many people attach their entire identity to what they do for a living. "What do you do?" in most circles means "What do you do for money when you'd rather be doing something else."

Days off are spent catching up on chores, and if they are lucky seeing a friend or relaxing with family. Only about 32 hours of the 48 hours of "days off" are spent doing these things, 16 hours are sleeping (hopefully) and that doesn't even factor in bathing or exercising. So 40+hours a week working, plus 8 preparing for work, 3 hours traveling to and from work and often 10 or more hours recovering from work enough to move.That mean 61 hours of life a every week at least for the average American are spent on what your boss wants and 32 hours a week at most on what you want. Seems pretty unbalanced to me. This math is if you have a relatively good job or stable employment. Is it any wonder many people want to stay in the work from home scenario? At least you cut down on the hours in the car, and the gas costs.

Most of us need a wind down day and social day too during our "days off" (Parents don't have those, alas.) My husband and I usually drive to the beach or the true forest but that is lots of gas even though we live pretty close.

Usually most people I know, who can afford it, go to a pub, a restaurant, or go shopping/thrifting etc when they need to stay about town. Eating out, thrifting, even going to a local pub or bar is a bit much for many people on a budget these days.

But they shouldn't have to forgo a social life just because they can't drop fifty bucks every week. The entire capitalization of social activities is one of the most isolating things in modern life.

What to do?

Pretend there are no bars or restaurants or even cars. What would you do then? You'd have what I call "Particular Peculiar Potluck."

"While there exists some disagreement as to the origin of the English term, two principal theories exist: that it is the deliberate combination of the English words pot and luck, or that it is an eggcorn of the North American indigenous communal meal known as a potlatch (meaning "to give away").[citation needed]

The word pot-luck appears in the 16th century English work of Thomas Nashe, and used to mean "food provided for an unexpected or uninvited guest, the luck of the pot".[4] The modern execution of a "communal meal, where guests bring their own food", most likely originated in the 1930s during the Depression" -wikipedia on the etymology of the term "potluck"

I find it very revealing that origin of what most of us think of as a "potluck" came from the era of the Great Depression. I think many "middle class" Americans are finally feeling the financial squeeze of the economic world depression that has been going on for decades for working class and poor people.

A very good social event that cost almost no money is hosting a little gathering of people you already like. People who live near you, or are already going to be in town. If you do it correctly.

Host a potluck with a feature of giving stuff away is also a great way to have a clear out. I call it "come and get it parties." Give each other stuff like things you'd sell in a yard sale. Step one: bring something you think someone else might want that you don't give two shits about anymore. Step two: eat together and bring your own booze if you are so inclined- it's that simple. 

But people make it hard. They want make an image of a gathering like they see on Pinterest or in movies with beautiful elaborate tablescapes, and well dressed people faux laughing- when actually the best times in our lives are often in our lounge pants laughing at each other while filing our bellies with good food looking at each other's crap or even watching a trashy film.

I'm not talking about hosting a pressure filled fancy do. Particular Peculiar Potlucks are way better than parties. Potlucks are not a "let's get wasted and trash someone's house" party. Not a BBQ- because someone always has to take on the expense of the set up and often the meat cost. And also good potlucks are not usually extended family coming over because that's too stressful for many of us. Sure have those sort of gatherings but that is way more work than the potluck I am suggesting. 

Have a potluck for yourself, really think about what you like to do, what you like to eat, and talk about or do. Invite those people you think are similar. Encourage people to come without their partners too- unless you are happy to visit with both of them. Couples often need a break from each other as well.

A good potluck has each person only making one thing. Not a "bring a bag of chips and some beer" like in high school or college- no people actually bring real food something they are proud to share- sometimes that is booze or beer. We all have that one friend who is like a secret alchemist of mead or brews enough beer they should open a brewery. Booze would be their one thing. However, I have found usually the booze/beer makers still bring treats because people who are proud of what they make to share, make lots of kinds of things to share. Trust me someone always brings chips anyway, so encourage them to bring an actual homemade dip. 

I used to do these friend only peculiar potlucks and gatherings with themes like everyone wearing PJs, or everyone brought the ugliest figurine they we willing to give away. Sometimes people just brought a candle, or art supplies. My favorite were in the pre-internet days when everyone brought a record or CD. My most successful potlucks were my bacon parties, and candy parties. The theme doesn't matter it's just a bit of fun but it helps give people something to remember the event by as well as help find a tidbit of creativity the work week likely sucked out of them. 

Here are some great past themes I've used

• Yard food (it came from your yard or a local farmer's market)

• Witches Brew (people brought coffee, tea and herbs with booze)

• "It Tastes Better Wrapped in Bacon"

• Toy Instrument Jam

• Naked Lady Party (big free clothing swap with ladies and booze then donating the remainder)

• PJs and DJs

• Sequins and slippers

• Robes Lobes (everyone wore earrings and bathrobes/evening robes while I gave away my clip on earring collection)

It doesn't actually take much planning and it doesn't need to be a big thing just a few people is sometimes better. Don't exhaust yourself doing it. Make it fun for you. Don't spend countless hours preparing or cleaning the house, or making things perfect. Just do a quick tidy, hide the sex toys and drugs and things best not explored by the public. 

I used spend far too much time tidying and cleaning but honestly most people don't care. If someone is coming to your house to a potluck and they talk trash about your housekeeping it's probably someone you could do without in your life.

Pick people you think would actually come and won't be an asshole and text at the last minute they were "too tired" or similar shit people think is ok to say these days when they are being lame. I hate the modern acceptance of behavior like this. Just don't say you are coming to begin with- then if you change your mind text to ask if you can come after all. Think how much happier it would make someone, rather than being lame and cancelling if you surprise came through. Importantly, I am referring to people who are being lame, not people who actually might need to cancel due to health or unexpected stuffs.

My only sadness about living in a new place is I don't know enough people close to us yet to host a "naked lady party" (just women trading clothes), or a real potluck with many locals bringing just one thing, or a real music jam. It's mostly because we moved here in 2020- and it's been hard to meet new people which isn't normal for me.

But I am working on it.

"But I thought you liked being a hermit and alone Bianka?" I hear you question in distant echoey judgmental tone.

Yeah, I do relish solitude but I also know that the answer to many of the problems in the world is strongly connected communities who give a damn about each other and world. Most people need to socialize at least occasionally to be mentally well. And really for me it's a needed contrast-similar to what happens when I travel. I am happy visiting great places and adventuring but after a long trip I am deeply grateful for my home comforts when I return. Visiting with people is like this too. I am happy to encounter new people and see old friends too, but I am filled with gratitude the following week of ordinary solitude. 

To live a life of gratitude you need the contrast of being out of your comfort zone regularly or else it is too easy to slip into a resentful mind set of thinking everything should always be comfortable.

Sitting down having a good meal with your friends old and new, and neighbors is the best way to bond- especially when no "public" place (usually means business) is involved. No big restaurant bill, no disappointing conversations because being in an actual "public" place makes people hold back their real thoughts and character.

If you live close to good people in your life- now is the time to rely on each other for company and entertainment. Be creative. Have a theme, trust me it's fun.

No money needs to change hands, just a bit of time and creativity. Or if you live near the places where people vacation but the gas now costs more than the rental or the camping- host your friends who are stretched financially. If you are a city dweller, host too, and go adventuring together. 

Be the community member you would be if there were no money and no jobs controlling most of your life.

I'm trying for it this weekend. Wish me luck that the weather holds. 

Someday I'll have a Sand Dollar party where everyone trades for things I'm giving away with sand dollars they found on the beach near me- that's as close to default capitalist in my thinking I ever want to be.

This photo is an exact metaphor for the political and religious situation in America today. This wonderful woman followed the "god botherer" around all day at the festival while he spouted hate she waved a flag of love and acceptance. 

Doomscrolling

5-25-22

This week in the USA

Many children shot to death by an assault rifle

Nine and ten year olds excited because it was almost the last day of school

Summer vacation will never come

Their teachers trying to protect them were slaughtered too

This week in the USA

(Commenters: "Who is the shooter, don't say his name!")

DNA was used to identify the children 

their faces and bodies so riddled with bullets 

as to be unrecognizable.

This week in the USA

(Commenters: “Thoughts and prayers” and more of the same)

Many people shot to death by an assault rifle 

In a grocery store going about their business

Getting foods to share with family, friends 

Murdered never to share a meal again

White supremacists applauded this

I wish the "great replacement" conspiracy theory were true

Refugees neighbors over hateful killers is an easy choice

(Commenters: “Thoughts and prayers, that’s a real shame”)

This week in the USA

People shot in a church one died, five more wounded

A doctor slain protecting others or more would be dead

He's a hero. A dead hero. Like all the other bodies

Throw on the altar of gun worshippers

(Commenters: “This is Asian on Asian crime right? This gun violence is not the same”)

This week in the USA

The longest list I’ve ever scrolled through 

My heart ached as I read

Named the schools shootings in the USA

And lists of kids and teachers who are now dead

(Commenters: “Thoughts and prayers” and more of the same)

Then I scroll and see another list which needs a spreadsheet to handle the data

My computer has trouble downloading this horrific file

All the mass shootings in the USA 

From only a few decades

(Commenters: Do something- who is to blame?)

Republicans are going to rally with NRA 

This week in the USA

Democrats backed an anti-abortion pro-gun candidate against a progressive in an election 

This week the USA

The Supreme Court is going to overturn sensible gun laws in New York making it easier to get weapons to cause mass shootings

This week in the USA

(Commenters: "Death is an endless game")

"Everyone will forget after a few days, until the next one"

Next week in the USA.

Red Wolf

4-27-22

Shitty Shitty Bang Bang

4-12-2022

In the same week that three mass shooting happened the Governor of Georgia thinks "hey let's make it totally legal to walk around with an unlicensed handgun" which will trigger PTSD so many people who experienced what I did as a child, again as a teenager, and also twice as an adult.

To this day seeing the glint of a handgun in a crowd makes me experience PTSD that lasts for weeks. Hearing shots fired does the same.

The many online discussions of trauma lately haven't seemed to include the trauma, the life long trauma, of witnessing or having person who is close to you experience gun violence. 

Democracy Now was interviewing Jumaane Williams this morning. He mentioned the trauma of this continuous happening immediately:

"And, of course, on the ground, you know, people are concerned. People are a little stunned. You also have to remember there were schools nearby, one almost directly across the street, maybe a block away, on lockdown, because kids were on their way to school. So, the one thing we have to remember is that shots were fired and people were physically hit — thank god, no lives were taken; it’s just a miracle — but the compounding trauma that happens for people who witnessed it, people who got away, people who were in the car with that smoke, and children who couldn’t get out when they wanted to, is long-lasting. And that’s one of the things we have to continue to talk about, the compounding trauma that happens when there’s gun violence."

The gun violence trauma all those people experience is a metaphor for what's happening all over the world right now with these wars and violence waged by madmen like Putin in Ukraine (but also wars in Yemen, Syria, Afghanistan and many others but since the world is for the moment paying attention to Ukraine I'll stick to that) Putin is just like an active mass shooter combined NRA gun nut type of angry pathetic white dude who has a group of similarly deluded men along side him.

The side effects of the violence are felt by us all. Rising prices, especially on food will lead to literal starvation for some people. 4 million being displaced in Europe will deepen issues with the pandemic, tension over inflation, homelessness, and and fear of someone who is different will lead to more violence.

Putin holds the world's most dangerous loaded gun and simply because he has the weapon he is holding the world hostage.  

As a young woman I tried to go "all in" on guns to see if having my own gun would make me less afraid or traumatized. I bought and trained weekly with 9mm handguns and pistols of various sorts. It didn't help at all but I've learned almost all there is to know about guns and the people who love them. 

Also I've spent the past 20 years learning about gun violence since then mostly because I've found that the more I know about almost anything the easier it is for me to talk myself back to a state of calm.

People who love guns always argue on the pro-gun side of political spectrum that the problem with guns is a "few crazy people" not the guns. Mental health is the issue they cry while cutting the funding for mental health outreach out of every possible tax budget. They block every attempt at having sensible gun regulations while claiming the problem is mental health issues. 

They're right! The problem is mental health issues- wanting to have a gun at all is a symptom of mental illness, especially a hand gun or an assault rifle. We should regulate free therapy for anyone who possesses or has ever possessed a weapon whose sole purpose killing others. Make gun makers pay for it as a mental health gun tax. Hunters would get free pass (at least the ones using actual hunting rifles not an MR-15) or maybe clever hunters would buy a handgun just to get much needed mental healthcare provided. 

Any sensible assessment of the problem with guns comes to the same conclusion: access to the loaded weapon is the problem not the mental state of the shooter. 

It is in the nature of us all to lose our grip on our healthy mental state, not respect boundaries we would usually, and act on impulse at some point in life. Anyone could commit violence- it's just a matter of scale and that scale is determined by the type of weapon an individual has at hand. If we allow someone to have loaded gun the ability to do damage is far greater than with a knife. If we allow bombs and missiles the damage is greater still. And it scales up until we get to mutually assured destruction of nuclear weapons. 

The mental illness is wanting loaded guns in the first place. The mental illness is having nuclear weapons at all.

People who love guns in my experience love power over others. The concept of the power over someone else thrills them and/or they are afraid.  They fear change, being victimized, being told to do something they don't want to do. They can't stand the thought of losing power over everyone else. The amount of guns they have is usually attached to how big an ego they have as well. 

And most often gun lovers in my experiences are angry religious undereducated men with on occasion their adjacent support group loony religious women. In the US these death cult angry white dudes (generally white dudes but not always) are the people saying everyone else has "mental health" problems. 

The loaded gun is the problem actually- similar to access to operational nuclear weapons. Just as Putin has access to a weapon that literally can destroy the earth so it is with person who has a loaded gun to destroy lives. It's only a matter of scale.

As I wrote about in my post "It Ain't Over" last year the way to end gun violence in the US is regulating bullets. Make them difficult to acquire by both regulating and registering purchase amounts as well mandating a digital trace on every bullet. Making bullet and weapons manufacturers responsible legally for the illegal damage they cause would change the entire country and the world. Guns are useless without bullets. Treat every bullet like a bomb.

"Oh but wouldn't people just start making their own bullets!" sure a few would, but knowing how to make bullets isn't common knowledge and even if it were-finding the materials and setting manufacturing enough to cause havoc would take time. It would be far easier to shut down and severely punish than the free-for-all access to bullets we have now.

Any reasonable intelligent person comes conclusion that the solution to gun violence pretty quickly: severely restrict access to loaded weapons- important to emphasis "loaded." There are too many guns to get rid of them all but bullets we can control. Anyone who doesn't recognize this is experiencing mental illness and should definitely not be allowed to have gun and mostly certainly not bullets.

Supreme Woman

3-24-2022

"Bounty hunter" style disgusting state laws that can be used to incentivize hunting down women who had an abortion or any people that helped with access to an abortion seem to be a step toward criminalizing being an independent female. 

Not being beholden to a man, a god, or a two thousand year old ghost written book two decades into this supposed new enlightened century seems to be a big point of contention in America today.

Religious extremists seem to be gaining a lot of ground, which in a country founded partly on their antiquated doctrines and colonialism shouldn't be that surprising yet it feels backward even for these hypocrites. 

Watching the hearings involving the Supreme court nominee Ketanji Brown Jackson should make every person in our country rage at the Republicans and be disgusted with Democrats. 

Republicans lobbed irrelevant sexist and racist questions at her, an actual servant to democracy being a public defender. These same Republican politicians literally voted against certifying the election and participated in treason.

Democrats left her hanging out on a limb and literally allowed unchallenged conspiracy nut job questions with the notable exception of Cory Booker.

Seriously, maybe next they'll make it illegal to have birth control pills next. Ban the making or selling of condoms. They think they've already reversed Roe Vs Wade- as soon as it comes the court. Next via "state's rights" to make state laws governing our bodies nothing is off the table.

The Republicans "go to" when they want to destroy liberty while pretending to be its champion is "state's rights"

What about marriage equality? Could that be next?

What other human rights do they want to erode?

In my lifetime (the 70's) women in the US couldn't get their own credit card.

In my lifetime spousal rape was still legal. (Started changing 1975-1993 before all states made it a crime, but 20 years of disgusting state's rights)

In my lifetime child marriages meaning men can fuck girls under the age of consent and cohabit with them and it's not considered rape was common. In Iowa they still are- as long as the unfortunate girl is 12 years old or older- disgusting and again a state law.

Epstein would only have needed to marry the girls for the purchase price in Iowa and no crime would be committed via state law.

Equal pay for women has yet to be a real law in the US. The acts passed to make this happen aren't enforced since it falls on the women to find out what their pay gap is in each situation and sue. We all have the time and money to sue, right? 

A federal law that makes evidence of gender based pay gaps investigated by the government and prosecuted would actually end the problem. Guess which political party has fought against this for decades? (Put down your hand wonky Hermione Granger we all know it's the Republicans)

What about women being allowed to have separate property? Maybe they will make that illegal if you are married again?

These conspiracy nut jobs, QAnon, Christian nationalist who think the Democratic party actively have a child trafficking ring while they actually legislate to make it legal to marry a tween. This is the base of the Republican party. 

They are pushing hard to make sure women don't have options. Framing liberals and progressives as pedophile loving child killers while they literally make pro-rape laws.

Seriously, as I write this there are places in the UNITED STATES where you can legally hunt people down for a cash prize who helped a woman who was raped as long as you are a member of the rapist's family. The Idaho law is a disturbing trend. (Must be something about states that begin with I) It seems like a pro-rapist law to me.

Why are they focused on these ridiculous draconian laws?

Because women who aren't bogged down with the burdens of children aren't easy to hoodwink. Women who aren't in despair don't need some fucking pretend white bearded god man in the sky to tell them how to live. Because women with rights are less afraid of men who want to own them. Because women with dominion over their own body can't be oppressed as easily.

How far back do these fundamentalist Christian nationalist was to degrade this country?

Witch burning is probably unthinkable right? 

But hey what about these conspiracy preachers with huge tax free empires saying we should do just that? Threatening women saying he knows their address where the witches live. 

Only now they won't burn free thinking women they will just oppress them and jail them or deny lifesaving healthcare.

(Note: I know we are all focused on the potential beginning of WWIII because of Putin literally trying to decimate the whole of Ukraine unhindered by NATO. It will not be allowed to go unanswered forever even with the brave struggle by Ukrainians Putin can and will carry on until he directly confronts NATO. It's his plan regardless of what pundits say. Yet we need to pay attention to this Supreme court battle, for the future of all women in America.)

Maybe they will literally burn us in some place via state's rights. State's rights always Trump human rights in America.

I'll be ready. For what is a witch but a Supreme Woman.

The Wonders of the Brassicaceae Family

1-15-22

I've become part of the crucifers mafia of late, well, at least when it comes to chopping things up and pushing broccoli on people. 

Recently, urged on by my actual cravings for cabbage, arugula and broccoli (an unthinkable turn of events before I started a ketogenic approach to eating) I started studying these plants so I could learn more about them as I intend to grow many more of them this year in my little backyard paradise. 

It turns out the Brassicaeae family of plants and Cruciferae or Cruciferious vegetables are pretty much my main source of vegetables these days. 

Here's a list of these low carb beauties:

Broccoli

Cabbage

Purple Cabbage

Cauliflower

Arugula

Brussel Sprouts

Kale 

Bok Choy

Turnips

Rutabaga

Radish

Daikon Radish

Mustard Greens

Collard Greens

Wasabi 

Horseradish

(and even my all time favorite)

Nasturtium

All of the vegetables have good amounts of vitamins like the ever important vitamin C and are great for fiber and micronutrients too! And super tasty, naturally. 

Recently scientists have been tinkering with broccoli to see if they can find a way to get the sulforaphane to be retained when eaten since cooking it tends to deplete the levels of this extremely beneficial organic compound. So just having a stir fry loaded with cauliflower and broccoli won't do the trick. 

They discovered that damaging broccoli and leaving it out for a while makes the sulforphane last even through light cooking. 

Since I eat so darn much broccoli and cabbage these days I figure why not just cut it up and leave it out on the table to get the most benefits possible. 

I've become convinced now that I don't have sugar controlling my hunger or my brain my body actually craves the things it needs. So here's to more crucifers- a name I once associated with death due to its similarity to the plight of that unfortunate Jesus fellow- but now I will associate with life which is as close to religious as I will likely ever get. 

This is an average haul for a week for the vegetables I will eat while being ketogenic, this and a box of arugula

Being Prepared for the New Era 

1-06-22

Today as I listen to public radio, the mainstream news stories, I am reminded of the times I read historical news papers and listened to old radio from the early 1918-1945 as a nerdy young girl in the 1980s. I wondered if my schoolmates and I would face any of the trails our grandparents and ancestors had earlier in the century. I wondered if the world would have tragedies be the norm the way people who lived between the First World War and the Second World War did. 

In 1918 people all over the world dealt with a pandemic flu while the first most tragic of all wars ended at last in November that year. 40 million people died in that war and estimates between 17 million and 50 million people died from the pandemic flu. 

So let's imagine you were in your early 20's during this time of turmoil and you managed to survive both the World War 1 and the disease ahead of you lies an economic collapse. Ten years later, you have a child maybe two and a husband who works through the world wide depression to provide for you and your family. If your little boy was born before before 1925 he will likely be drafted for WW2 and possibly die fighting the Nazis. 

By the time you are 50 years old- which is the age I turn this year- your lived through the two greatest wars in history, one of the worst pandemics, and also you lived through the greatest economic collapse in American history. You outlive your children.

As a young woman I tended to bond with grandparents and grannies where I lived more than people my age. I was very lucky and got to ask them questions about what happened. As a teenager I had a job as a CNA working with very elderly people in a nursing home. All of them were exactly these survivors who had lived through both wars often they were the last of their generation. They had so many unbelievable tales to tell. I was fascinated listening to their lives as young people and they in turn were made happy to have someone who actually wanted to listen to their life stories.

What would those sweet knitting old ladies tell me about today? What would the grannies and grandpas say to me today as I look forward to this new era I wondered this morning. Would they warn me to stock pile food? 

Because this time 2022 might be the beginning of more trying times- considering climate change, and the likelihood neoliberals will start another war and that a second cold war has already begun. What would they do if they had known the future?

I think they would tell me the same as they did when I was a teenager- I still have the journals from those days they said these things: 

Always tell people you love them everyday, for they may not be there tomorrow

Learn how to repair your stuff 

Buy long lasting coats and shoes

Get a house, two if you can

Marry a friend

Trust your instincts 

Read more than the headlines

War will come again fight against it before it happens, and VOTE

Don't drink when you are afraid or sad

Money is meaningless when there is nothing to buy

Grow food, grow enough to share

Prepare for the worst but expect the best

Clean more than you think you need to

Be kind to people who are afraid

Cry when you need to cry, don't hold it in

Learn how to heal yourself, learn how to nurse your family

Protect your health no money can buy it back

Look for the light in the darkness, be that light if you can't find it

Have a fire bag, a medical bag

Don't have children (all of these people told me they would have chosen not to have kids if they had been able to choose)

I wonder sometimes if I have wasted my time in this pandemic so far by not becoming Linda Hamilton in Terminator 2 preparing for the return of a killer robot. Especially in the context of January 6th 2021 which was the 3rd dress rehearsal for Christian Nationalist who intend to bring back Nazism to power whether or not the participants like Proud Boys, Boogaloo, and Republicans realize that is what they are doing serving the cult of Trump. It seems Merrick Garland is not going to go after any of the big fish, so the new Hitlers continue to gather their forces.

But then I remember I have very much lived my life preparing for now and I am doing very well considering all that is happening. I'll stick to the advice of those old dear people who put up with my constant questioning. I have made it to the year I turn 50 and in my case that is amazing. 

But I'll start working out a bit more and just in case I need to call on my inner Linda Hamilton. 

Light in the darkness of a storm in California December 26th 2021

1441, 1619, 2021

11-23-21

In 1441 Europeans (Portugal to be specific) began the African slave trade- the same year people marveled as the longest lunar eclipse anyone had ever seen appear in the night sky- exactly like the one seen across North America 5 days ago on November 19th. 

Those people in 1441 did not know what was darkly happening- and could  have conceivably lived a life of never knowing the darkness of enslavement and its consequences. But we, humans in 2021 looking up at that bloody moon going dark, we know or at least we should know the generational toll it has take on millions.

That year to this are not unconnected. The crimes against humanity are still yet to be acknowledged and reckoned with that began that fateful year.

In 1619 Europeans living in North America, eventually calling themselves Americans, brought the first enslaved African people to the shores of North America. Yet today we still don't teach this history in the US as a standard text.

It’s hard to remind yourself daily that this fight has gone on for centuries. 

What difference can I make? You might despair.

It’s hard to keep it all in your mind and heart daily and not despair to a point of inaction. Those who would oppress others hope this is what will happen. Despair kills hope, with no hope there is no determination for change.

The closer oppressed peoples get to freedom and restitution the more vicious the pushback by status quo who benefit from this oppression either indirectly or directly. The truth forces confrontations by their children about their culpability for allowing these oppressive systems to go unchanged for decades and centuries.

They have tricked these often under-educated hateful hicks and white supremacists (who don’t realize they are) to deny science- and spread pestilence, to detest and shame homeless people, to be defame giving without strings attached for it removes control over others, to believe gay, bi, and trans people are a threat to them, to be cruel under the guise of being a patriot. 

They have replaced a sense of humanity and kindness with nationalism. They have replaced empathy and compassion with competition and false superior morality defined by the rich who they aspire to be. 

They have also cajoled the educated upper classes into believing they have not directly benefited from a system designed to enrich them off the backs of someone else's labor- on systems built on racism and sexism. Slavery happened centuries before, they seduce the white wealthy educated into believing, it's about choices now. "Anyone can be well off like me, they just need to work hard like I did."  Handouts won't help anyone. 

They ridicule kindness as weak and protests as disloyal while excusing their sons for murdering people in cold blood. 

They are fighting hard to make sure children are not educated by critical thinkers and they are pushing this nationalism. 

The push back against teaching the truth about racism in the US to young people- a long overdue correction about the foundations of American history was inspired by Nikole Hannah-Jones' excellent work 

The 1619 project

Here is a list of recent actions these conservative, aka white supremacy status quo supporters, have taken to try to stop children from learning. They are passing laws to stop teachers from teaching about slavery, racism and capitalism. 

NORTH CAROLINA: bill H324- In September, Democratic Gov. Roy Cooper became the first governor to veto his state's proposed ban on certain classroom discussions about racism. The bill would have prevented teachers from promoting 13 concepts related to race or sex, including that meritocracy is racist or sexist, or that the United States was created to oppress members of one race or sex.

OHIO: HB 322 and HB 327-In May and June, Republican legislators introduced two bills: One would prohibit discussion of certain topics related to race and sex and forbid schools from awarding credit for student service learning with advocacy groups. If teachers promote any banned ideas, their classes cannot count toward graduation requirements for the students present. The other would prevent classroom conversations regarding "divisive concepts."

PENNSYLVANIA: HB 1532-In June, Rep. Russ Diamond (R) introduced a bill that would limit how teachers can discuss racism and sexism and ban schools from hosting speakers or assigning books that advocate "racist or sexist concepts."

NORTH DAKOTA:HB 1508 -Republican legislators introduced a bill in November that bans instruction in "critical race theory," which the bill defines as "the theory that racism is not merely the product of individual bias or prejudice, but that racism is systemically embedded in American society and the American legal system to facilitate racial inequality."

IOWA: HF 802-In June, Gov. Kim Reynolds, a Republican, signed a law limiting the ways that teachers can discuss race and gender.

FLORIDA: In June, the state board of education voted to approve a rule that prohibits schools from teaching critical race theory and the 1619 Project.

TENNESSEE:HB 0580 -Gov. Bill Lee, a Republican, signed a law in May that limits how teachers can discuss racism and sexism in the classroom.

GEORGIA: In June, the governor-appointed state board of education adopted a resolution against lessons that “indoctrinate” students or “promote one race or sex above another.” The resolution also opposes awarding credit for student service learning with advocacy groups. These restrictions have not been codified into rules, however.

UTAH: At the request of the legislature, the Utah State Board of Education approved a new rule in June that would limit how teachers can discuss racism and sexism.

IDAHO:HB 377-Gov. Brad Little, a Republican, signed a law in April limiting the ways that teachers can discuss race and gender and banning what the legislation called tenets of critical race theory.

WEST VIRGINIA: SB618 and HB2595-In February and March, Republican legislators introduced two bills that would prohibit schools from teaching "divisive concepts" relating to race and sex.

TEXAS: HB 3979- In May, Republican Gov. Greg Abbott signed HB 3979 into law, prohibiting teachers from engaging in "race or sex stereotyping," preventing schools from awarding credit for student service learning with advocacy groups, and banning schools from requiring teachers to discuss controversial issues. An updated version of the law passed in special session, SB 3, will go into effect in December. In addition to the requirements in HB 3979, it also mandates that teachers go through a civics training program and that parents have access to schools' learning management systems.

SOUTH DAKOTA: HB 1157- In February, Republican legislators withdrew a bill they had introduced that would ban schools from using materials that encourage the overthrow of the U.S. government or promote social justice for particular groups. In May, Gov. Kristi Noem signed the "1776 Pledge" which opposes critical race theory in schools.

RHODE ISLAND: HB 6070- Rep. Patricia Morgan (R) introduced a bill in March that would prohibit the teaching of "divisive concepts" related to race or sex. A House committee recommended that the bill be held for further study.

NEW HAMPSHIRE: HB 2-In June, Republican Gov. Chris Sununu signed the state budget into law. The budget bill included language banning teachers from discussing race, gender, and other identity characteristics in certain ways in class. This provision was added to the budget after a separate bill seeking to ban the teaching of "divisive concepts" died earlier this spring.

MISSOURI: HB 952-Rep. Brian Seitz (R) introduced a bill that would ban teaching of critical race theory and use of specific curricula, including the 1619 Project. The Missouri legislative session ended in May.

ARKANSAS: HB 1218-In March, Republican legislators withdrew their bill that would have prohibited teaching that promotes "division" between groups or "social justice." Arkansas passed a law in May that prohibited "divisive concepts" in state agency training, though this does not apply to public schools.

LOUISIANA: HB 564-In April, Rep. Ray Garofalo (R) voluntarily deferred a bill that would ban teaching of "divisive concepts," after criticism from other Louisiana lawmakers and state education officials.

MONTANA: At the request of Superintendent of Public Instruction Elsie Arntzen (R), Montana Attorney General Austin Knudsen (R) issued an opinion in May that prevents schools from asking students to reflect on privilege and bans teaching that assigns characteristics to individuals based on their race or sex. The opinion is legally binding.

WISCONSIN: SB 411 A bill introduced in June would prevent teachers from promoting "race or sex stereotyping" and withhold 10% of state aid from schools that violate this prohibition. It would also require that schools publish a list of all curricula they use.

NEW YORK: Bill A08253-In August, Republican lawmakers prefiled a bill for the 2021-22 legislative session that would prevent teaching that individuals bear collective responsibility for acts committed by members of their race, that individuals should feel guilt because of their race, or that individuals should receive discriminatory treatment based on their race. It would also ban requiring students to study the 1619 Project.

KENTUCKY: Bill requests 60 and 69-Republican legislators have prefiled two bills for the 2022 session that would prohibit teaching certain concepts related to race, sex, and religion, and would subject teachers who violate the law to disciplinary action.

ARIZONA: HB2898-In late June, Republican Gov. Doug Ducey signed a budget bill that included restrictions on how teachers can discuss race and sex in the classroom. If educators or schools are found to be in violation of this law, the school district could be fined up to $5,000. In November, though, the Arizona Supreme Court found these restrictions unconstitutional, under a provision in the state's constitution requiring bills to only address one subject. The state department of education has said that the law is unenforceable.

MICHIGAN: HB 5097 and SB 0460-In November, the House passed a bill that would prohibit "any form of race or gender stereotyping or anything that could be understood as implicit race or gender stereotyping" in classrooms. Republican legislators in the state Senate also introduced a similar bill in May, that would direct school boards to ensure that curriculum does not include critical race theory, the 1619 Project, or "anti-American and racist theories."

OKLAHOMA: HB 1775 In May, Gov. Kevin Stitt, a Republican, signed a law limiting the ways that teachers can discuss racism and sexism in class.

MAINE: LD 550-In February, Rep. Meldon Carmichael (R) introduced a bill that would prohibit public school teachers from "engaging in political, ideological or religious advocacy in the classroom."

ALABAMA: HB8 and HB11-In October, the Republican-majority state board of education voted to codify a resolution banning schools from teaching "concepts that impute fault, blame, a tendency to oppress others, or the need to feel guilt or anguish to persons solely because of their race or sex.” The resolution was first introduced in August. Rep. Chris Pringle and Rep. Danny Crawford, both Republicans, prefiled similar legislative bills for the next legislative session that would ban schools from teaching certain concepts regarding race or sex, and critical race theory.

SOUTH CAROLINA: H630- Under a section included in the state's budget bill, schools and districts are prohibited from using state funding to teach that certain races or sexes are superior to others, or that individuals have certain traits, experiences, or responsibilities because of their race or sex. Two other bills banning critical race theory and the 1619 Project in schools failed to advance before the end of the legislative session.

SOURCES: State legislature websites, Education Week reporting

When you feel hopeless remember that your local school boards and local elections are filled with these nasty anti-science racist people. Your schools are over represented by hate-filled hoodwinked nationalist. You can attend, speak out and push against these people. There are more of us than of them, there always have been more kind, good people than wicked hate mongers but the greatest tool of this hate filled horde is the despair it causes for those who understand the truth. 

Live in hope. Fight with dignity. Help someone who has problems you've never faced. 

Here's the 1619 podcast listen to it, read more books, and act accordingly. Don't let them eclipse 580 years of struggle. I saw that eerie blood moon as an omen of action- let it be one for you too.

Values

11-11-14

A question was posed on public radio: 

What would take from your house last minute if you had to grab it and knew you were never returning? 

It was in reference to people fleeing for their life -specifically Afghanis fleeing the Taliban recently. It’s a question I’ve thought about quite a lot over the years because I’ve known refugees, migrants, and people who have had major natural disasters and fires happen. 

My first thought beyond Nate, my firebag (a readiness emergency bag for just such a situation I keep by my bed) and my laptop and phone (because I can’t afford to replace them) was my fiddle and my nyckelharpa. Everything else I could give up, however, this doesn’t imply my things are replaceable because much of what I own comes from free piles or thrift stores. I have no idea where they were originally purchased or if they could be sourced again. 

One of the reasons I am more a maximalist than a “spark joy” minimalist type is related to how I acquire things. I can’t get them again usually even if I could afford to buy them new. I moved across the country with all of my things twice and I don’t regret even one thing I brought. They are all of value to me. I don’t keep things around that are not of value to me- and mostly I remember the find, like a great treasure hunter would of where I found the treasure. 

During the pandemic I have had to buy new things online since I can’t mix with the maskless horde in thrift stores. I have found my attachment to those needed practical things is less than if I had found them in a thrift store- though arguably they are more “valuable.” For me, how value is defined turns out to be deeply connected to the discovery of an item. And importantly the story surrounding the item. I value an agate I found in an unlikely spot far more than the diamond pendant someone gave me years go. In fact, I only have that little pendant around to remember the person who gave it to me. 

What we value, what we consider valuable, and our values are so interconnected I doubt many of us realize the circles and spirals of stuff that define our perspective in the world. It definitely transfers over to how we feel about each other even when we make an effort not to judge people by their stuff, we all do. Yet, when it comes to the question of what would you take with you if you knew you were not coming back home it’s usually a small list. 

This type of thinking doesn’t make me feel bad about having stuff- it makes me feel gratitude for having the comfortable existence I am blessed with at the moment to have an adventurous life and a home that reflects my seeking.

It could be gone in an instant, and it really could happen to anyone.

Considering the ever present effects of climate change being unlikely to be truly addressed by world leaders more obsessed with greed and power than actually solving the problem -most of us should have an emergency survival bag at the ready. Those leaders meeting in Scotland over the past two weeks haven’t realized (or don’t care) that stuff matters less than people. The values of these leaders are defined by colonialism/capitalism are destroying the one thing we must protect all other things-because it won’t matter what you would take with you from if when can’t go back home if there isn’t anywhere else to go. 

Anti-aging regimen?

10-14-21

This week I posted a video on social media of myself without makeup, dancing completely improv to refute someone's argument that I "wore make to look younger and attract men." Their point was sexist nonsense, of course, but it is a common belief out there that women wear make up to attract lovers or look younger- which maybe that's true of younger women sometimes but we all learn a major truth as we age: 

Makeup is actually very aging. 

And I'm not talking about trends or styles of what kind you wear or whether or not you look old with blue or black eyeshadow or some other dumb anti-goth advice out there- I'm talking about putting stuff on your face, regardless of its color it makes lines more obvious. And some makeup actually damages skin too.

If I wear it, regardless of the types claiming to be "ageless," it makes my face look older. I do wear it regularly for sunblock, for performance, and for fun but it makes me look at least 10 years older. That's because my skin even at 49 years old and even having been a decades long chain smoker at one point, is still in decent shape.

Since I posted said video I've had ten people ask me about my anti-aging regimen. At first I thought- "What? Everyone knows what do by now right?"

We've had the internet forever- look it up! But if you look up anti-aging stuff there's so much bullshit it's difficult to imagine ever getting good information. Websites about aging sell products so, of course those conveniently leave out better, cheaper, easier things to do. Still there is some decent information even on beauty pages you just have to know that if a product is attached to advice it may not be the whole truth.

Magazines, beauty sites and “experts” always write about aging skin when someone hits 40, but it’s really something you have pay attention to when you are in your youth and as your youth fades or you are likely to be fucked. THIS INCLUDES YOU FELLAS! 

You can do some damage repair and recovery in your forties and prevent some worsening appearances but if you don't start early, at least by your mid-thirties, there is only so much you can do naturally.

I smoked for 20 years so and I still have those lines but they are not intense as they would be if I stopped making an effort.

There are a few basic things that the people I know who look or seem younger have in common beyond the obvious of good genetics for looking young and less toxic lives.

• They don’t smoke or often do drugs

• They don’t drink as much as others

• They don’t use chemical laden beauty products, lotions or soaps

• They don’t drink soda or beer as much 

• They tend to not eat many processed foods and they eat less sugar

• They don’t have children (sorry but the stress of children is a big aging factor)

• They aren't sedentary

That’s the don’t list. It’s actually a longer list for me but those particular things seem universal in those who seem younger at my age range and older. I also don't care what fashion people say and wear what makes me feel confident and beautiful regardless of trends.

This is the activities younger feeling/looking people have in their "Do list" 

• They sleep well and regularly

• They exercise, dance or are active in some way everyday

• They regularly spend time on stress management and mental health

• They eat vegetables and fruit as a daily practice

• They have regular sexual activity or at least loving touch

• They avoid too much sun or too little sun- vitamin D is hugely important in aging.

• They laugh and smile a lot (frown wrinkles just look older)

• They have passionate creative pursuits

• They rest without feeling guilty

• They go into nature regularly

• They drink lots of water

• They have close friends they trust and remain in regular contact 

My personal set of things I’ve done since I bothered to notice I would age horribly if I didn’t (around 21 years old I noticed it- so nearly 30 years of doing these things)

• I use salt, organic olive oil, pure witch hazel, and pure aloe  and importantly cold water as my primary skin care. I’ve tried other stuff but this actually works for me. It’s cheap and easy and available all over the world, since I travel sometimes for multiple months this is a big factor for me. Foreign beauty products, shampoos, and makeup can be baffling and often lie about ingredients- and most smell horrible but that's true of US stuff too. The key difference is a language barrier and the cultural willingness of women to use dangerous things to "look better." Most makeup can be made with dangerous shit we shouldn't use and it hides in plain sight pretending to be "clean and healthy." In this way I feel lucky to be allergic to 90% of this stuff so I can't use it.

• I regularly take baths instead of showers and at least 2 mineral salt baths a week. I personally think this is why my skin is in good shape but I have no science to back that really, but I can say it gets ugly if I’m away from the salt for more than a month. Maybe I'm a secret mermaid though, eh? Seems as reasonable explanation as any for my behaviors and appearance.

• IMPORTANT to use unadulterated mineral salt. Pure epsom salt is a great skin helper all over your body. Mineral salts from the Dead Sea are the best, but just regular epsom works fine too and it’s cheaper just don't get the perfumed stuff- you can add your own organic essential oil drops and it's so relaxing rather than the overwhelming toxic stuff they put in most commercially available bath soaks.

• I don’t use soap- and especially NEVER on my face, with the rare exception of very good baby shampoo/soap that I can put in my eyes for removing eye makeup/pollen. Burt’s Bees is the one I’ve used for about 5 years since it really doesn’t hurt- all the others do and I feel so bad for babies who can’t say how much the “no more tears” stuff actually sucks and it burns. Obviously, I wash my hands with soap but it's also why I have to put oils on my hands to stop them drying out.

• Olive oil works better to remove most makeup but also not wearing any makeup for at least two days a week to let skin breath makes skin seem more youthful.

• I use witch hazel with no alcohol for toner but only once and a while if I had greasier skin I’d use it every day

• I use pure aloe gel as my makeup primer. When I have to wear "the full face" I often do this to protect my skin from the makeup. I put it on, let the aloe dry and then do makeup. I look less lined and my skin suffers no ill effects. I have done this for about 20 years and if I don't use aloe because I don't have time I notice a difference.

• I don’t use crappy cheap shampoo or conditioner. I use shampoo/conditioner sparingly with good ingredients, no fragrances except occasional lavender- but not from perfume or artificial shit. A strong shower head will rinse your hair well enough without having to wash it constantly.

• I use coffee to scrub my dead cells off- mixed with mineral salt, olive oil and usually essential oils I like- personally I like the smell of lavender or lemongrass. 

• I use oolong tea in the bath once a month or so to tighten skin and make my hair shine and I drink it regularly. Such a wonderful tea, oolong tastes better than ordinary green tea and is more beneficial. 

• If I can't find it in nature, and/or don't know what it is when I read the ingredients- I don't use it on my body. This doesn't mean I use expensive organic whole plants stuff always- I don't have that kind of money. It means I make most of my treatments myself. Just like with food- fresh is better. Skin or body treatments are actually better fresh than a packaged processed treatments and with added chemicals for shelf life stability.  Packaging and some synthetic ingredients in makeup, shampoo and even food has been linked to an early death too. I use stuff like oatmeal when I have itchy skin and coffee scrubs when it's flaky- I make my own skin masks out of stuff I could eat if I need to do that. Mostly, I don't need to use so many time consuming treatments these days because I drink water, don't use soap, and take care to clean and moisturize. I use ground up cucumbers put in the freezer for inflammation and I use all sorts of scrubs to help rid myself of age spots, zits, milia. Usually mineral salt is a main ingredient with some essential oil and lemon on occasion. I learned a lot this stuff from a fabulous lady housemate who was 15 years old than me but looked younger than me in my late twenties. She made salt scrubs all the time with oils for her whole body. I could eat most of what goes on my skin. There are literally thousands of recipes about this online now.

• I eat food that helps my skin and bones more than doing things to my skin. Recently, I added collagen peptides to my lexicon of weird stuff I know about and eat to so I don't become a brittle old bitch. Seems to be helping with my creaky joints and cleared up my weight loss deepening wrinkles in just a few weeks. Plus I swear my eyes are working better- but hey- they could be unrelated. 

That's about it really. I think I look fairly typical for my age as far as signs of aging but I do admit that I know quite a few 30 somethings I thought were older than me- so maybe this will be helpful to them. 

I often feel sick since I've been chronically ill for decades so when I can function fully I am active and grateful to be able to be active. I think as people age they either become grateful for what they can do or resentful for what they can't do anymore. Negative, resentful, hateful old people look and feel older compared to people who aren't negative.

Gratitude makes you look and feel younger too!

Here's my face, no makeup, screen captured from the video, not edited or filtered if you're wondering what the fuss was about. I think I actually look worse than usual on this day, tired and washed out- compared to normally but it's not about looks alone. I felt great on this day and I think ultimately THAT conveys a lack of aging more than anything else to people who think I'm not 49.

A Year and a Day

9-1-21

It's been one year and one day since I walked into the house I live in for the first time. My husband and I left Detroit with our good friend drove caravan style across the country 2400 miles from Michigan to coastal Washington. I really hoped the world would be in better place concerning many things not least of which is the pandemic but also famine, wars, and natural disasters. I hoped. But the sinking feeling that this madness may be the new normal for the foreseeable future.

And after a year and a day the fate of many things is sealed. 

In history- the time frame of a year and a day was used in British courts 

"Year and a day rule was an ancient rule of the common law which created a conclusive presumption that a death was not murder (or any other form of homicide) if it occurred more than a year and a day since the act (or omission) that was alleged to have been its cause."

Sort a clean slate- though perhaps not a fair one. People bonded in partnerships like marriage in Pagan times could also choose to walk away a year and a day later with no legal consequences in some early traditions. It allowed a new paradigm to take place particularly for waring tribes and clans. Many world traditions recognize a year and a day. 

These days I see world split into two factions that could use such a rule, that is if the conflict would end. Those who believe in science, and those who give into conspiracy theory. 

If today I woke up and read that anti-vax, anti-mask- virus impact deniers were at last choosing to get vaccinated, protect their communities, and come together to defeat this plague I would apply this year and a day rule to them too. I'd draw a line under it and think on it no more. 

Yet I can not, for they it seems are sealing their own fate and the rest of us too to be doomed to live out this plaguescape even longer because they can not or will not admit they were wrong.

As for me my life is much improved during this past year. My health is exponentially better. I am 45 pounds lighter. I exercise or at least go walking almost everyday. I have fewer stresses not living combative city life, though there are plenty of conspiracy nuts here, they are much easier to avoid. The air is clean here. The temperature is always temperate. I'm vaccinated so though I still worry about getting ill- it is not the death threat I felt before vaccination. 

Life is easier- as easy as it can be with the many looming threats lurking just beyond my door. I am in a solid loving relationship of many years that has withstood near constant companionship for about 18 months- a personal record for me.  I have a bountiful first year garden. My husband I are finally doing home improvements at long last now that some prices have dropped. I feel hopeful about my end of things- meaning what I can do. I stopped writing the blog as often and took six weeks off entirely because I found blogging takes more from me than it gives and distracts me for writing novels, short stories and poetry which are my true passions. Besides my personal perspective made public is just as easily had on social media, and no one cares there either. 

I sometimes feel guilty being alive and doing so well when many people I know did not survive this plague time. I know many people are suffering greatly all over the world and that suffering has increased exponentially as mine as decreased. I wish I could give the gift of safety and love to everyone hurting right now because sometimes is overwhelms my heart to think how little it would take to make people safe and loved and how much we, as in America, have to give. 

Yet we don't help people- we hurt them as a general rule. 300 million dollars a day for 20 years was spent making war in Afghanistan with literally no gains either in having a "safer" America or a less miserable Afghanistan. 

I protested the war in Afghanistan for 2 years in the beginning regularly attending street protests and actions because I felt the wrong headedness of attacking a place that wasn't even involved in 9/11, at least not the actual citizens for the most part. 

Essentially, it was a revenge attack on a country for one man's actions. A sick twisted rich guy on a "religious mission." The rich guy in question was not an Afghani. He was Saudi a construction baron son of a billionaire who went there in the 1980s while Russia was occupying the country. Then this Saudi guy (you might know his name as Osama Bin Laden) became so much of a wing nut even his extremist shitbag bigoted sexist evil Royal Saudi friends found him too extreme. I think the lesson here is beware of billionaires and their unchecked children.

Bin Laden attacked us with his money, his influence and the network of other religious extremists he built across the Middle East. But we as nation, we bombed a whole country because revenge is more important than strategy. 

A year and a day after the bombing of Afghanistan I felt the new normal lock in. I hope this plague and behavior surrounding it doesn't last two decades. We are already changed as a society the question remains- how much? and for how long?

Maybe we should spend 300 million dollars a day helping people who actually need it here in the United States now instead of arguing over what place to bomb next or what country to compete with or continue another useless new cold war everyone loses again.

As for me I'll continue living a life with sunflowers, sunshine, forest and ocean time, and music with my partner and hope everyone realizes what matters- love. Love and the memory of it are all we really have in life.

Next year on September 2nd I hope to be writing a happy update to this year and a day. I hope you are all here healthy and prospering when I do. 

Coffee

7-29-21

Coffee!

Coffee is about to go up in price- whether immediately or not one can't be sure, but like lumber it could happen overnight if the media causes the panic -as it usually does- and businesses will take advantage of any scare even their prices have yet to be affected. CNN's coverage primarily covered how their corporate overlords and target bougie audience might not feel the change via Starbucks. Fear not Lulu Lemon soccer moms your overpriced sugar swill will remain roughly the same price while local shops and home drinkers will take the hit.

So my fellow members of the Church of Java, our beloved elixir may indeed become expensive enough to ration for a while. 

And with fires, climate change, and general troubles with production in many countries looking at other forms of caffeine that we can grow locally might be a wise option. Black Drink, sometimes called cassina, grows in America well and is considered a native shrub. Yaupon, the plant black drink is made from has been consumed for hundreds of years and had cafes in the turn of last century. Apart for its unfortunate latin name, Ilex vomitoria, yaupon has a lot to overcome to make any headway in replacing or supplementing coffee. It's a decent boost, I can attest from experience, but I seriously doubt many people will plant the bushes- which need both male and females plants to thrive. I had a hard time finding both when I lived in Michigan and I was keen to grow it but failed now that I live in the PNW I will attempt again.

For now I am overstocked in coffee, and I intend to stay that way. I suppose I could learn to live without caffeine but like living without cheese- is that a life worthing living? My addictions scream- NOOOO!

A shadow may fall on my morning cup but I hope it's of short duration. 

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