April 21st- June 16th. Those are the official days of my official hike. Man, I'm a little bit scared, and a little excited, and a little bit country and of course a little bit rock n' roll.

PB has left the farm, and I think I feel the same way about him leaving as I do about the trail.

Also, I'm experimenting with talking less. We'll see how that

I'm thinking about the "pretty boy" right now. Ever after to be referred to as PB. He went up North for Christmas. I think he's to return this evening. Before he left, I reminded him that my love is a gift and I don't expect anything in return. What kind of hippie dippy fucked up shit is that? You see, it all started with this guru in Santa Barbara ( Read more... )

I'm an old lady now. Man, those 20's just zoomed by. Shite!

I just need a big fat hug this very second. Right now, I want someone to walk up to me and gimme a bear hug. Then, I want to snuggle for hours. I've been informed that I don't actually project this, "Come over and cuddle with me!" look. Damn, maybe that's true. I can be an icy bitch. Of course, "icy bitch" has its advantages too. People don't fuck ( Read more... )

I am so gosh dern proud of my friend Christian and a few other old pals of mine that are unionizing the Los Angeles Canvassing office for The Fund for Public Interest. I spent almost 2 years canvassing and directing for FFPIR, and they are definitely the Starbucks of the nonprofit world. Check out Christian's new website www.ffpir.us

Woody just killed a giant steer. I checked it out on my way back from the tofu hut. Jesus, that fucker is big. I can't wait to eat 'em. I need protein. I know, I know we have more tofu here than the law allows, but my body just craves meat. I literally dream about steak, and this isn't factory farm y'all. This is our own cow that is free of ( Read more... )

Oh man! I feel like a spineless liberal. Last night, I went to a party at Little Flower Catholic Worker. I don't know what the hell possessed me to start talking about my meager contribution to activism...Oh wait I remember now- It was like 5 beers. I mean these people do the work. They spend half their time marching, speaking, and getting arrested ( Read more... )

I make tofu. Lately I've been running our kettle. Here's the deal: I pick up buckets of soybeans, lift them over my head, and pour them in a grinder that is loud as fuck. The grinder shoots the beans into the kettle which is already half full of boiling water. I heat the kettle to 210 degrees (well 200 when I'm inpatient) and then I pump the ( Read more... )