It's been more than a year and a half ( Read more... )

The GOT is over. I haven't really had time to think or post about anything else. SO now I'm starting something new. I've been writing the juicy stuff in my paper journal. So I may wish this one well and live the papre life. I've since however, traveled to Amsterdam and back. Made 19 friends. Met many interesting activists and inspirering people. ( Read more... )

Yesturday, after more birddogging ( Read more... )

Today we birdgged a mansion in West Palm beach where Laura Bush was giving a speech at a fundraiser for Clay Shaw, the Republican candidate for house in Florida. We dropped off 17 of us GOTers and Scott and left them with their global warming signs because we drive big shady marron vans. I didn't get out because I didn't feel right with all the ( Read more... )

Tommorow I join the front line of the Army of Crazy Coots! (Some would call the people who question things like, who is a man to decide what rights man should have, as in who are we cut down a red wood tree?) Coot-a-licious. I painted my fingernails, (unrelated), ... which I haven't done since second grade. Maybe it's pre-war jitters. I'm checking ( Read more... )

If you've seen the movie Gummo than you will understand why I haven't been able to write anything this summer. It was the summer of the great stand-still after the tornado. Spring semester led me to make certain decisions that would hopefully add character and add a full-ness to my life that has been missing. Well, Gummo in tow, bunny ears in the ( Read more... )

Future Posts:
Climbing Mount Arbel
Ballons, Poop and Birthday's
Camping in the rain by the tv tower
truck drivers
ambitions
waitresses, crepes, and hello my name is _____

Brave Achillies-
I wish the hard bones in my hand would turn to jello when you sleep curled up like the letter R, though you don't seem to mind them poking you in your kitten

In high school there was a girl in my creative writing class that wrote poems about smoking cigarettes and little yellow flowers that grew on the train tracks. I didn't know it at the time, but now, she reminds me of Anne Sexton. There was hints in her writings that her father had done things to her. Once I saw her with him at a wood supply store. ( Read more... )

Boredom is the biggest American taboo. We could have driven to Denver, and maybe we couldn't do that together. But I'll make it there. Naropa. Post mark stamped, connection relived. From this side of the bread table I will merge, sprinting across the grasslands of this country to deliever myself into the arms of teachers. It would be the best thing ( Read more... )

After a time of keeping the little grey kitten and the older orange cat in the cupord next to the stove we decided it was time to integrate them with the others. They did great and I decided to waitress a meal at the home for my mothers roomate and her son. The cats got spatulas to lick the food off of, all lined up against the wall in a sort of ( Read more... )