I have a new home and so I cook dinner. Chicken is cheap from Foster Farms and so I buy it and then stand before the sink, holding a chicken's neck, looking at brown chicken organs and trying to decide, is there more poison in these than in that pathetic yellow fat pink meat carcass. I paid money for this chicken and so have ensured that more ( Read more... )

My masking tape is old and each tape bit has dirty edges ( Read more... )

I love many things about America. I miss many things I see in American history. In particular I pine for an engaged, educated, democratic populace. I yearn for compassion and empathy ( Read more... )

They start the same, staid father/daughter couples slow-dancing at the daughter's wedding. Southern white ones play country songs. Sometimes the camera pans to show a bored crowd, sometimes the recorder is in on the joke. The music "malfunctions" and the father makes broad gestures, "What is going on?" Then modern music plays and father and ( Read more... )

Everything is what it is. Some things will confuse you, they don't look like they are. Some things aren't easily, readily visible ( Read more... )

I'm finishing a bag of trail mix that started out in the bulk food bins of a Whole Foods in San Francisco; later peanut additions came from Seattle and Santa Claus. Organic carob chips, raisins, and peanuts the continual ingredients; the proportions never quite right. Whole Foods had better peanuts than Safeway in Seattle. I have a pound of eight- ( Read more... )

It turns out I only want to write a journal update when I'm feeling reserved yet confident, the moments when the tide has obviously turned, proof wet beach between me and still-receding sea. This is how I'm feeling now. Although of course there are many things to be done I know many of their names, the nameless dread that comes when time well and ( Read more... )

Saturday I went to two parties thrown by Reedies, one my year and one the year after. Holly jolly seasonal times. I need a better set-up for cooking potatoes. The one I have is too inefficient and so potatoes almost never cross my path except in chip form ( Read more... )

Nothing seems urgent in December except for years ending too soon. It took me a long time to learn how to floss properly but I'm glad I did. On an Occupy mailing list someone criticized story-telling. They thought stories and myths were how we got into our current mess; only blunt, unignorable facts could save us from our current oppression ( Read more... )

I should write a journal entry every day. And so I will ( Read more... )