dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Saturday, August 01, 2015

Yreka

Yesterday we stopped in Yreka on our way south from Ashland. We went to this restaurant called Nature's Kitchen where the food was expensive but it was fun to look around at all the hippie stuff after our meal. I had never been to Yreka. It was a joy. I almost bought some extraordinarily colorful socks. 

We also went to Mt Shasta the town where M got a map of Black Butte. I filled my water bottle at the spring and looked at another hippie store where I was attracted to earrings and some iconogrqphy. 

Now we're headed south again and will stop in Berkeley to see Ming's kids.  I wish I had presents for everyone. 

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Ashland again

Today we survived a long drive south, leaving Olympia behind, maybe forever!

Now we're in Ashland at a cottage owned by a friend's folx.  It's nice and cool in the cottage.

I saw a cat lie on the floor in rectangles of sun.

I heard a friend's dad opine and joke about many things.  I heard the friend's step-mom agree and sympathize.

On the way here we stopped at a botanical garden called Oregon Garden.  We rode a tram with a nice driver who explained things to us.  We were sometimes the only people on the tram.

It was hot.  He told us the popular wedding spots as if we were considering marrying there.  He showed us the resort, which he said's open to anyone, forgetting you have to be rich.

A gardener asked, "How are you two hearty souls?"  I looked at yellow and pink flowers.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

nature day

I expected moss growing on the moss, in the rainforest.  We walked a third of a mile to the world's largest sitka spruce.  I was not impressed when a white guy there said something about a lot of cords of wood.

I didn't expect clams under the ground to spit up water at the edge of the sound or little brown crabs to scuttle.  Well, I just looked up the word scuttle and it actually means to sink your own ship, among other things.  I mean a combination of skim and shuffle.

I was surprised when a friend said she could see us, but I didn't get her message until just now.  I wish facebook was not so necessary.  I mean, it's not necessary but seems that way sometimes.  I hate on facebook but it's been important in the formation of certain relationships.

So we had a good nature day.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

olympia zine library


ming's drink


Monday, July 27, 2015

Olympia

Well, we made it to Olympia.  We are staying in a stewardess' studio.  One wall is all maps and travel stuffs.  It's hot in there.  The two fans don't really cut it.

Media Island is fantastic and there's supposed to be a lunch this afternoon.  We're at a cafe for the wifi and I got some iced mint tea.  The smallest size.

The cat Brigid is nice and Myrtle the turtle (at Media Island) fascinates Ming.  He watched the turtle at least an hour, no joke.

We watched our friend weave a belt or something long, pink and white, and it was comforting.

We have nothing to do this morning but I want to walk by a body of water.  I'm trying to figure out how I feel about Olympia.  I can't tell if I like it.  I need more info.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

portland


Saturday, July 25, 2015

mt shasta sunflowers


Friday, July 24, 2015

boba

I was just napping.  It felt luxurious.

I went to the Quickly around the corner for chocolate boba tea.  It was pretty good but they had a choice between small and large boba.  I chose small, the wrong choice.  Oh well.

Still don't know if a friend is hitching a ride north with us.  He's out of touch.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

animals go to heaven

Today we saw lotsa people.  We just got home from seeing E.  We walked to Naked Lounge and I got an iced decaf mocha thai.  We spoke of many things.  He's so thin.  He got new glasses.  I almost wouldn't recognize him.

He gave me some Japanese candy that he got sent free in the mail by a matcha company.

Our trip is winding down.  Well, this leg of it, anyway.  We leave for Oregon on Saturday morning.

at anna's vegan cafe


Wednesday, July 22, 2015

freaky


bam


Tuesday, July 21, 2015

vacationland

Well, life is good in vacationland.  Today we saw Swami and some friends.  Tomorrow we'll see Ming's mom and another friend.

We bought some delicious Iraqi bread.  I ate a super nutburger.  Etc.

So much fun it's disorienting.  Also I'm getting the feeling that I'm having my cake and eating it too.  Like--we moved away.  Do I really deserve to see all these people again?

But Ming's kids are here, so we gotta come back.

Flags halfmast--another shooting.  I don't talk about current events on my blog.  But it seems like a lot of shootings.

Well, I gotta go to bed.  A happy thought before bed?  If your animals cookies sit in a hot car and melt into a block, you can pry cookies off with your pink frostinged fingers.

Monday, July 20, 2015

catsitting

We're here housesitting cats.  Catsitting a house.  Yesterday we were afraid they escaped, but they were just hiding.  I howled loudly and woke them up.

This morning we went for a walk.  We didn't go far, just to the lightrail station.  I cleaned the cat pans, as Ming calls them.

Yesterday we saw our friend J.  We had good conversations about family, books, art, Las Vegas, community, our peeps.

Ming's making phonecalls.  Maybe it's too early.  I'm waiting for a text.  Tosca is eating her food.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

fun

Yesterday in Berkeley we saw Ming's relatives, walked the marina, ate delicious foods, and I tried some lavender-flavored boba tea that was pretty good but couldn't touch the kind from Purple Kow.  We also visited Berkeley Bowl West, which we'd never been to before.  It was big, and I liked the produce.  We bought some fruits.

This morning we went to Fox & Goose with friends.  I had a big meal and Ming had a short stack.  We will see those friends this afternoon too for writers group.  I want to go to the SPCA thrift store and buy some cheap cards there for the political prisoner letter writing group, which is misnamed and should be called the political prisoner little notes in cards writing group.

Lotsa fun is happening here.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

mr ming




Friday, July 17, 2015

reflection

We did fun stuffs today like walking at the best park, lunch with friends, and Zelda's for dinner. Unfortunately there's a dog here that sounds like a demon. I'm very tired--it's past my bedtime. Gnight. 

Oh but I wanted to say I was taking a shower at my friend's house using her delicious smelling conditioner thinking, "How did I get here?" It was a moment of deep vanilla scented reflection. 

Thursday, July 16, 2015

ghost cows

Last night we slept in the woods in the Sierras.  I usually sleep horribly while camping, but last night I slept okay, I guess because I wasn't cold.  We saw a zine friend of mine I've known about ten years through the mail.  We finally met in person and had some good conversations.  I'm thinking about how quickly information can be shared in person.  And hugs.

My mosquito bites itch.  The meadow was beautiful.  The feral cows were beautiful but somehow spooky.  Like ghost cows.

Tonight we went to Ethiopian food with my old friend K whose house we're staying at now.  It was fun and we have tons of leftovers.  She had questions for us.  I like her curiosity.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

father's day card

holy crap

Holy crap, I forgot to blog yesterday.  We were busy nonstop until the evening, and even then, I responded to a ton of emails.  We walked, got camping stuff out of storage, picked up a prescription, bought some foods for the trip, demonstrated against the rad lab being moved (standing for an hour in the sun waiting for some trucks to pull out, holding a sign, talking to the press, which I hate), went to a pool party, and then I had therapy.  And we went to Jamba Juice.  I got a peanutbutter smoothie, my favorite.

Today we're going to Mt Charleston.  I phoned a friend for his birthday.  I printed out directions and typed up some info for cooking for Food Not Bombs so I'll have it future months.

At the pool party I didn't swim, but I did dangle my feet in the water and get a sunburn.

I need to pack, back up my computer, clean up a little.  I lost my packing list.  I wrote a poem in the middle of the night.  I want to email it to myself.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

big cook

Ming's doing all the chopping.  Right now he's doing the three huge bell peppers.  Last night he did the seven white onions.  And seven carrots.

A friend advised me to put ginger in the beans and it would mean less gas for the eaters, which I don't know if I believe, but we happen to have a ton of ginger.

We need to clean out the fridge.  We need to do a lot of things for our trip.

My Spanish studying has fallen by the wayside, which is sad.  I was telling a friend that I don't want to be the person who does the first ten pages of a workbook and abandons it.

Maybe I can bring it with me and study in Sacramento.

Last night's meeting was great, and then our friends went out into the desert for a big all-night party with drumming and dancing and a bonfire.  We came home where Ming sorted the rocks out of five pounds of pinto beans so kindly.

I am not anxious at all about this big cook, and I don't know if I should be.  Maybe my body is not worried because everything went so well last month.

But there's a lot to do.  Ten pounds of potatoes need to be chopped, for example.  It will take almost an hour for the beans to come to a boil on our wimpy stove.  We need to pick up the kale and do that, do the rice.  Do all the garlic.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

the crazy bean


$3.18

We went to Mariana's and spent $3.18 on all the veg we need for tomorrow's big cook, besides the potatoes we already have and the kale we're getting donated.  A bag of carrots was 50 cents.  Onions were three pounds for a dollar.  (We got seven onions for $1.08)  Green bell peppers were three for a dollar.  We got two cukes for 34 cents, two bonus plums for 26 cents.  Anyway, it was amazing.

Before that we went to my favorite Las Vegas Indian food place Mt Everest.  It's got the best spinach I've ever tasted, anywhere, ever.  They deserve an award.

This morning we walked and served.  I rinsed dishes.  We went to a meeting.  I ate graham crackers and wasn't afraid to do a long check-in.

Also this morning I reserved a campsite in Ashland, Oregon for our roadtrip.  It was a little nervewracking.  Maybe you've shopped online for campgrounds before and know what I mean.  How much one costs vs another, location, reservation fees, tent sites vs RV sites, availability.  What a pita.

But it's good to have a little certainty to hold onto.  I mean, we have a lot of certainty.  But sleep spots for a few of the nights are still up in the air, so to speak.  If only we could sleep up in the air.  But we'd need to be tethered so we wouldn't float away.

letter writing night


coffee

Up sleepless--I had caffeine yesterday recreationally, or at least tactically--my energy has been so low, lately, and I knew I needed to facilitate the political prisoner letter writing night.  So I had a cafe mocha late morning after researching how much caffeine is in a shot of espresso vs a cup of coffee.  A shot of espresso has less, according to my research, which surprised me.

I am tired but restless and awake.  I ate a delicious sandwich.  I'm drinking cold brew mint tea, mint tea with other things in it, the dollar store kind.

Ming and I are getting ready to go on a long trip north then back south then east.  It will be amazing, I predict.  If I can just keep my energy up, and if I can be social enough.

Last night was Las Vegas political prisoner letter writing night #2.  I did a good job facilitating it, I think, though two people complained there were no women prisoners on the list.  I don't make the lists fresh myself--I take them from the internet.  So that's not an excuse but is an explanation.

Anyway, the coffee or caffeine or something made me sick to my stomach, but was it worth it to be awake and functional for political prisoner letter writing night?  Yes.

Friday, July 10, 2015

it's official

I don't like almond milk.