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07:43 am
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Camping!
Dan and I decided to go camping and canoeing with his new canoe his dad gave him. Everything about the trip was last minute but that's what makes a good trip sometimes. Once we started putting the canoe on the truck, we realized we didn't have much rope so we did what we could and tried to drive to a grocery store to buy more---the canoe almost fell off completely! We made the last block nervously...
Then we went out to Baker lake with no money, looking for free camping but all the usual free camping spots were taken, especially what was our favorite. So we went to a campground that you have to pay for and talked with the host about canoeing across the lake to a site. He didn't know much about it but he said we could leave Dan's truck in the parking lot for the night for eight bucks. We used change and the little cash we had to make that deposit, put everything in the canoe and kind of just went for it.
The host discussed a "noisy creek" area across the water and a couple in the parking lot confirmed it. "Just canoe straight across towards the ridge in the mountains and you'll see the campsites." The water was choppy, windy, and a couple times the waves splashed up over the boat onto me. We were lucky though, we found the most amazing campsite ever...so private overlooking a cove perfect for swimming and an immaculate view of Mt. Baker. Though, we were kind of backcountry and had a cooler...which is a nono in bear world. We just put everything in the canoe that night.
Of course it rained and we woke up in the middle of the night and we had to wake up to put on the rain fly. The next morning, the wind was horrifying, there was no sun, it was rainy and cold. What a mistake. We were stranded most of the day, thinking of all the swimming we weren't going to do. For a while, the water was so choppy, it looked like the beach. We had to take the canoe entirely out of the water because it was getting so beaten up.
So we picked huckleberries for hours, played guitar, read, kept a fire going all day---which involved cutting down dead trees with a handsaw and hacking them up with a hatchet!, ate all of our food, and actually canoed for fun a little: we went to a shallow area that had giant stumps in the water, it was like we were flying over a logged forest...and we actually saw where fire pits were made before, they lay eight feet below the water perfectly still...the water was high. Around 8:30 we finally loaded up and headed back across the water. It was calm. Right when we got to the truck, the sky finally let out the rain and there was thunder/lightening.
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05:38 pm
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Scratch that...
...the saddest movie: "Dear Zachary: a letter to a son about his father"
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07:09 pm
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The Apartment!
I got the apartment I wanted!
I will have pretty much 1 day to move, naturally. It is only a few blocks down the street though, helpful. It's strange to talk to the person that lives in the room now. I'm entering a space that meant something to someone else and re-creating it for myself. I guess that's what history is all about.
BTW, I saw the new Terminator. And liked it. At one point, I was so impressed by the machines and the imaginations of the people that thought of them.
I will not miss how noisy this place is...I can hear everything up there just now. Sounds like they are dropping dead bodies and dragging them across the floor. The man is saying "Oh no" over and over again. More dragging. And banging. "Oh no, this is terrible." What is it???!
Dan and I took Sissy camping yesterday. We drove and hiked through a DNR timber property and finally found the perfect site: a lookout over the valley of the Nooksack River. We could see all the way to the bay. Dan chopped wood and eventually I joined in and learned to use a hatchet. Sissy didn't like the noises, the fire, the fireworks in the distance, and she hated the dark. But she loved the walks. During the evening, she kept trying to get back into the car, ready to go home. Dan and I watched birds for a while and properly identified a grosbeak :) I was joyous. The sun set rosy pink with a deep fog settling in the valley, making everything glow. The air grew cold when the darkness came and we settled into the tent pretty quickly, Sissy relieved at something normal. We mostly went camping to find mushrooms but found nothing. Today, Sissy was extremely tired and adorable.
I think my landlords have a bug or a mouse because the man just went to the backyard shed to get, what looks like, a big bottle of pesticide. There must be a lot of whatever it is. I feel very lucky to be leaving then!
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09:59 am
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When I skip work, I knit!
Contemporary, huh? I just kept running out of yarn over and over again...
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09:47 am
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Room Hunt Continues
I went to visit an apartment last night that I loved. I hate that feeling when you want something so much but you don't want to come off as crazy excited? The room is huge! And there's this big closet that I'm fantasizing about hiding in and writing :) Two weird things, but one I'm used to: bathroom is in the kitchen, I already have one of those...and then there's no living room. But I like not having that forced communal area. In fact, the kitchen is the forced communal area and that is perfect.
But she'll call me next week. So I technically have to keep looking and waiting and hoping. We sat down and talked for a long time. She actually asked about my father, which no one ever does. She told me that her best friend was orphaned and left school for a while. When she returned, they became friends. And to this day, she still doesn't know what happened to her friend's parents. I suddenly felt kind of healthy. I have no problem diving into the details, but I do just happen to never do that. So I might just think I'm healthy. We also talked about farms, water, food issues, jobs, children, doing dishes. She loves sci-fi. I love it when a person has a quirky detail to reveal about themselves immediately. I gotta do that and not be so shy. Like...Yes, I love spending Saturday nights knitting and embroidering mushrooms on fabric, okay?! I have been sharing with all my apartment ads that I have four typewriters. I'm not sure the impression that comes to mind though.
I miss coffee shops in Austin sometimes. The ones here are very small. Hunkering down in a corner with a typewriter wouldn't be fun. Coffee on the go is very popular.
I told the girl at the apartment last night that I'm taking three months off after my job ends...and she asked what I was going to do with the typewriters. I, for some odd reason, instantly thought of your car and the way it used to be such a home of things. I'm gonna have to buy a new car though. An old, beat up car.
My back is better, if not fully recovered. Tiger balm is very important. I saw at the food co-op here that a local farm makes their own. That is definitely on my list of things to do. I used a whole jar this week.
Do you stretch? It's very important to stretch. I think I'll do that right....now :)
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10:59 am
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Friendships...
That's so hard that Brandon is leaving, Alma too I'm sure but mostly Brandon. I always saw him as a piece of you...I only met him once, you remember that day? I came by your co-op after work, the only time I ever did that. And I think we were drinking or maybe just you two. You took those photos of me in the Russian hat. And you two were so in tune. I get so jealous of relationships like that. I feel like I've never had that in a friendship but that's mostly my own fault. My favorite moment in friendship is our wild trip to the beach and that drive back, all inhibitions lost.
I'm so sorry about everyone leaving. You've been rather swell about making friends though. The fact that new names are in your journal entries always makes me happy. I so wish I had friends here. It is even more obvious now that my mother is moving away. Dan is so special to me, so special. But it's incredibly difficult to meet girls. I worked with a couple girls on Monday, potting, and that's when I hurt my back :P But these girls had everything in common. I could barely get a word in and when I did, it was always awkward. One discussed how annoying small towns are because you never meet anyone knew, and the other talked about marriage at a young age like it was immoral. I just felt out of a place in a way. What's wrong with knowing people your whole lives? In fact, what's wrong with knowing the same people your whole lives? Isn't that community? But I guess when you travel, you get addicted to new stories and such. But I have found that every story feels like the same story. We all live, have hardships, and try to find a bond with each other.
I miss you because you always tapped into this place inside that no one else will go. We always talked about hard things fearlessly. But we also have so much in common. I guess I was annoyed the other day with those girls because they were only interested in talking about what they had in common...but I think everyone is like that. There's this reassurance that it's okay to be who you are. I just have had this reoccurring event here everytime I'm in the social arena: everyone has everything in common and I don't relate. I feel like I do tons of things and am interested in tons of things. I thought becoming a knitter would do the trick. No, no one wants to become best friends based on knitting.
Though I am looking at a room on Thursday, tomorrow, where a girl who loves to knit lives. Prospects?
For now, I'm watching Six Feet Under, season four---so close! And knitting. I love this new scarf I'm making.
Oh! And you, you and I are totally connected! On the mix you gave me, there's the Judy Collins song with the whales, right? I'm reading this book "Thousand Mile Song" which I discussed yesterday...and anyway, so in the 1970's, the first ever recorded whales were brought to the public arena. A record was put out "Songs of the Humpback Whales" and this whole "save the whales" movement began. Judy Collins used some of that record in her song to bring awareness to the whales...very awesome song :) I asked my mom if she could remember what life was like before ever knowing that whales sing. She couldn't remember.
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09:04 am
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Whales have backs too...
Can you imagine having to swim the rest of your life with a herniated disc?
I can't get out of the bed very well today. My back is so ridiculous. I spent yesterday working hard and now this. I didn't call my boss this morning because I felt so embarrassed. That's not so big a deal since we aren't working together today anyway...but I have these girls I'm potting with today that I potted with yesterday who are expecting me to be there. How do I say one day of potting through me into bed? It wasn't the potting though...wheelbarrowing dirt and plants, spending most of the day bent over. And I stretched, so what's this?
I should have tiger balmed myself last night. I still need to. It makes me feel so cold though.
The almond cream didn't work because I need a different food processor that's at my mom's...if I ever feel better again, I can eat it smooth and creamy instead of chunky.
I'm reading "Thousand Mile Song" a book written by a guy that wants to make music, aka communicate, with marine mammals all over the world. The first chapter explained how when a whale song is sped up, it sounds like a bird. It was also all about this guy in the Virgin Islands who has no real job except getting people to come out on his boat and listen to humpbacks. It's his favorite thing to do. So every winter, he's there. I couldn't decide if that seemed lonely or not.
Is alma leaving Austin? And why is Brandon leaving?
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05:04 pm
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Roomies
I'm having a terrible time finding a place to live. Your stories aren't always enticing for room-mating, but I'm going for it. I'm tired of this cold, dark basement even if it is big.
Also. Might attempt to make almond-creme-filled-carob-cupcakes tonight. I'll make the cream for sure. Soak a cup of almonds in 1 1/2 cups for 24 hrs. Then boil for 30 seconds and peel. Then blend and add sweetening :) Dates are suggested, but too expensive. It's so healthy for something so sweet. Good on fruit. But I think even better inside a cupcake :)
Made my first veggie burgers last night too. I was mad I had to put flour in them, but they just fell apart too much. Chickpeas and sauteed veggies. So incredible. Oh, and sunflower seeds.
I found out about a veggie-pho place here that makes their own tofu and immediately found out they make everything with beef bone broth. WTF? Have you tried to make your own tofu from scratch? It's on my list.
Have you any luck finding a job?
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11:09 am
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From Portland
So we came to the Symposium.
Mem and I arrived in Portland around one-thirty in the morning on Wednesday night or Thursday morning. I was so stressed and feeling so unprepared for the journal workshop. I made a powerpoint presentation and practiced Thursday morning, regaining confidence. On the way to the university where this whole thing was going to be held, I realized we were going to the wrong university. So the stress of that lasted for quite a while, but we found the right university eventually...but then parking. I felt like I was going to throw up. I hadn't felt that feeling in so long...ugh.
But we found a parking spot and I registered for the event. Next problem arrived when I was setting up my classroom for the workshop. The powerpoint LCD thingy couldn't connect to my MAC. I knew I should have used my mother's computer...and I was still mentally frantic from the morning, so the presentation is a bit of a blur to me. My mother says it was fine though. We had piles and piles of supplies on the tables, you would have loved it. 29 people showed up and I felt the success of the workshop in the journals people made. People actually used my needles/thread/fabric on their pages!!
I took my journals for examples and then some published ones that I own. It was so bizarre to have people look through my journals...not so much feeling exposed. I felt nothing actually, which was the bizarre part.
After that, I was exhausted. And now I really want to make a new journal! But just kidding, I really just want to make pages in the one you gave me.
My photo essay didn't win in the visual arts for the symposium. A graphic novel did and this awesome art project: a girl designed a sheet of a paper with a house on a it that people could cut out and fold up into a 3-d house...and all the houses represented community and some houses were broken with drawings of faces pouring out, so hard to describe. The other winner, I didn't agree with...it was a giant beautiful craft project with no meaning behind it. She just created art. I felt like the meaning behind other pieces were so much more powerful that they deserved to win :( We went to a dinner and watched presentations by the winners...poets read poetry, a woman won for a game she created to help kids read, a guy made this awesome movie about his year, a girl sung a song she wrote, and so on.
I'm skipping the second half of the symposium today...I felt so overwhelmed by yesterday, so mentally exhausted. I got so inspired and so overwhelmed by all that the Americorps groups do an witness. Social work...ugh. I did feel out of place at times because my job is outdoors and so different and then my piece was on disaster relief, which is way too overwhelming for people to understand.
In a few weeks, I'm going to NYC to visit Sarah for her last bit of time there. She moves at the end of June to Portland. I'm having a terrible time finding a place to move to, but I still have a few weeks to find a place. I'm now trying to find a place where Sissy can live because my mom is also having a terrible time finding a place in Seattle to move to. She'll have to live in a condo/townhouse most likely. So I'm trying to find a nice big house to live in with a great yard :)
Back to Portland for now, on to Powell's and the sunny day :) I can't wait to come to Austin!
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08:24 pm
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Mix Tape
I listen to Rubber & Soul everything single day, sometimes up to five times a day. I also listen to the James Taylor/Joni Mitchell song a lot, makes me think of my dad...and I love Patti Griffith...I sing along to Useless Desires(somehow).
But Rubber & Soul...
That song is good. Well sung, well played, good harmony...but I love the words. I interpret the song as...
The feeling you get before you feel comfortable knowing someone. In your mind, you fall apart over the person and fear them seeing you for your wild self, so you wear the rubber bands. But in actuality, you don't need the bands because you discover you can be yourself around the person. Which is why you love them.
Ugh.
I didn't know I was still such a romantic. Do you interpret the song differently?
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12:27 pm
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I'm Here!
I've been very busy...and really sick since March 1, but I finally went to the doctor. So I'm better now. I had this hacking cough for eight weeks and it was getting so exhausting that my mind was falling out. I was getting so depressive.
But, to celebrate feeling better:
Made a pie! My first :)
Work has been hectic, but forget about it. The sun is finally out almost everyday now. It comes up at six and goes down after eight. The other day I almost wished the sun would come up later like it used to, if it ever came at all! Now is the time of gardening, eating local produce, and lots of other changes.
Mother is moving to Seattle in June, Sarah is moving from NYC to maybe Portland in June...and I have to move by the end of May to a new apartment, something smaller and cheaper and sunnier. This basement is so sad. Huge and awesome, but cold and dark. Mother got a job at a downtown B&N store with another title of district trainer...she's very excited. It'll be strange to live in different towns.
Also, I made a photo essay that I should send you...of Louisiana disaster relief stuff and the words are a poem I wrote. I submitted it to the Americorps Symposium thing and it got in. So in May, I'll have it analyzed in a gallery by judges and I don't know if there is actually a "winning" situation. But it's exciting nonetheless. I get to go to Portland for it :) I think I'm just going to bind it like a book. Weird to have a photo essay in a gallery like that...I might also get to a do a presentation there. The symposium consists of presentations mostly and a banquet one night. I want to lead a workshop on journaling. I submitted the idea, so we'll see if they approve. I'm going to have the people in the class make journals with cereal boxes and scraps and use leaves, paint, and other things to create images that reflect. I also want to bring up drawing comics as a journal. I tried that for a few weeks, it's fun but hard. I couldn't stand to draw myself :P
Outside of work, I've been doing these voluntary classes to learn about our watershed and the beach. That has been quite a time consuming effort that is finally about to end. Everyone in the class is basically retired. I have to get the pictures on here of our beach identification day. We found anemones and tube worms---they have frilly pink things that eat microscopic stuff, so pretty :) I also so sea cucumbers but no photo...they were hiding.
What else...I'm trying to do grain sprouts. Have you done that? So healthy. And eat quinoa. I'm getting better at cooking tofu, not burning it. I'd like to figure out how to make seitan, but are you allergic to gluten? The last time I tried to make seitan, it turned out gross and made me sick. So I don't know if I can even eat it. Do you use cookbooks at all? I get most recipes online, but I have a Moosewood, I like those. I'd like to buy the Vegeanomicon. Heard of it? And Microcosm Publishing in Portland has some cute vegan books. I have one that's all goth but the recipes are great.
I'm sorry I haven't written or sent anything. It will be so nice to visit, but it's so far off still.
p.s. We have cottonwood trees here. Right now they are all blooming their leaves...and what they do is peel through a layer of sticky buds to bloom. The sticky buds fall to the ground. The cottonwood's resin has a natural disinfectant quality, so I've been collecting sticky buds to infuse oil for make salves with :) I'm sort of in love with ethnobotany right now. I've also been trying to collect abandoned bird nests, only found one so far. I'm going to put them on a limb attached to my wall. Seems like something you'd like too :)
p.s.s. And dandelions! I'd like to try to make dandelion wine but I probably won't. Something I might try is dandelion root coffee. You dig up the roots and chop them up into blocks and roast them on a low heat for a couple hours...until they are darkened but no burned. Then grind them up and soak em like a tea or use them in a coffee maker. And you can add spices to make more flavor, but apparently it has a very similar to taste to coffee and is full of vitamins :) Make sure to collect in areas that haven't been sprayed with herbicide/pesticides.
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03:41 pm
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Sick.
I haven't been sick in years, but here it is with all its glory. I even had a fever the other night, but not since. Now I just gag up the strangest things, can't talk, headache, strange dreams, nausea, cough...I've missed two days of work.
I read this book about India called "A Fine Balance"...maybe I'll post some quotes from it when I feel better. Heart-wrenching book. I haven't loved a novel in so long. I definitely recommend.
I like the story about you at the strip club, seems like a scene in a movie.
Now for soup :)
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05:57 pm
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Fantail
I made these amazing rolls made of buttermilk and butter!! And I made Dan a red-velvet cake shaped like a mushroom that also contained buttermilk and butter. I figured using margarine was useless if buttermilk was already involved. I'll get a picture of the cake up soon...it was adorable. I made him a big steak for Valentine's. He never eats meat because of me but it's not who he is so I decided to compromise. Hm. I ate baked tofu. The next night we made a big lasagna...did you know that the ricotta cheese in lasagna is mixed with egg? We did that.
It's strange though...I eat eggs for breakfast but when it comes to baking, I don't see why it has to be involved. The cake had two ounces of red dye in it to make it so red...that kind of grossed me out too. But so delicious :)
Tonight, I'm trying to make pesto! And hopefully more granola soon. I love putting cereal in my granola...like the strange kinds: honey puffs, bran wheels...
I skipped work today and read. I can't stop reading "A Fine Balance" It's set in India in 1975. It's a big book. I get to page 200 and feel like I've accomplished nothing! :/ Still good though, kind of glad it hasn't stopped.
Also, I've seen "Revolutionary Road" and "The Wrestler" ...both really good, really painful movies. I keep thinking of the last scene in The Wrestler...it's one of the most emotionally complex faces I've ever seen a man make. I think that scene is why he's being nominated for an Oscar. But who cares about the Oscars right? I still am like a child and can't wait to see who wins. I spend the day watching all the red carpet crap...it's my father's fault really. He instilled the idea of having relationships with these people, these characters. When I see Robert De Niro, I feel like I'm seeing this old friend of mine or Jack Nicholson or Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler...I haven't seen him in so long, no one has. There's this reunion in the air.
Ah, hard to explain. Have you heard that "Where the Wild Things Are" has been made into a movie? It comes out in October...it looks remarkable. Too bad I'm not visiting until December, that'd be a good one for us, I think.
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04:32 pm
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I'm a trumpeter swan!!!
Greek night was good.
I spent Saturday at this thing called Soundwaters, a day of classes open to the public. I took a class on birds in the area, underwater photography, and the effects of plastic in the ocean. The plastic class was in the middle of the other two so the intense depression was sandwiched with awe---helpful :) I'm going to type up the notes to the class and post them, give them out, educate people. One of the worst things I buy, I realized was yogurt, which comes in only plastic up here. I remember a brand in Austin that was sold in glass jars, but none here. Thus, soon I'm going to attempt making some. Hm. Sounds scary, but I think so. I'll let you know how that goes. I also want to make my own ketchup, soy milk, sour cream---vegan :) Umeboshi Vinegar! But I haven't dived that far yet. For now, I just make bread and granola.
You feel that too don't you ? Like...I want to make everything!!! I want to make my own pasta to go with my pasta sauce, make my own beer to go with my meal, grow the lettuce for the salad, pick the mushrooms, make the fake meat...have a peppercorn plant.
Not everyone feels that though. So. Here we are. Surrounded by plastic.
Anyway, I went to go see "He's Just Not That Into You" by myself. It's a girl flick and I have no girlfriends...but I enjoyed it anyway.
I've also seen "Gran Torino" and "Frost/Nixon" both of which are very good as well. I have left the big city but I still love the movies. I can't wait for "The Wrestler"
Do you go to movies? Who wants to pay but you have the Alamo!! This spring, Bellingham is going to have a theatre like that :) We have the Pickford right now...it's like the tiniest theatre on the planet...a tiny room that has gotten enough public funding to be like the Alamo :) Hurray!
Milk won't play here. I don't even have to write a paragraph on how stupid that is or if there's some underlying reason as to why, but whatever. I'll see it on DVD I guess. And apparently, even in the state of Washington there are protests to gay marriage. I'll have to look up what's going on with all that.
I should write you a letter soon...but first, you have to pick an animal that you feel represents you..it doesn't have to be realistic really...think of cartoon world, who are you then?
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05:33 pm
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Tom Cruise, visit the official site
Is that really an advertisement on Livejournal? Am I crazy?
Hm.
This week, I planted over a thousand cuttings in a field that hovered below the distant Mt. Baker. It was sunny and there were red-winged black birds that sang most mornings. I couldn't decide if I was really going to remember what they sound like. I don't. There was also a dog that would eat the plants I planted. I adored him so, Max. I thought of Sissy chasing around mice in the field and hassling me all day to throw a stick. I always think of Sissy in a field...just once. Like when I would take her for walks really early in the morning at Zilker. She would just run and actually fall over exhausted.
I've had a lot of nightmares lately, but none that frighten me so much. I always just go back to sleep, undisturbed, which is disturbing. I've loved sleep so much this winter. Long, deep sleeps like the old sad days. Except I don't feel escapist. I just want time to pass because of my job.
This job. Egh.
But in March, I'm starting a program where I'll take two classes a week, learning all about the ocean. Field trips, professors, 100 hours all free in exchange for volunteer work over the next two years. The ocean is so strange to me. I remember a few months in fourth grade were spent on learning about the ocean. We had a potluck and someone brought...octopus. Tasted like chicken.
I remember learning about humpbacks too and sea turtles in fifth grade, but then it ended. Never again was there room for the ocean in school.
I want to see a picture of this haircut :) My hair is very long...but not long enough.
Dan and I are having greek night tonight...I am cooking up dried garbanzo beans to make the hummus, we are making the tzazhiki sauce, falafel, and some salad. I wanted to make the pita, but maybe another time. It's food stamps day, hurray!!
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11:34 pm
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Four Years
My father died gasping, it was the first time he had moved in days.
That was four years ago though. I call tonight New Year's Eve and tomorrow the New Year truly begins. Time is what you make it.
Lately, I've just tried to be busy.
Resolutions and Regrets: Try to think of father positively, without the element of yourself drowning out everything with sorrow. Try to think of him as he was, not as he died.
I had a dream last night that I had a life that I don't have(it is so hard living alone). I had lots of friends I met with them all through out the day. I had lunch with my father, who wore a cuban white shirt with jeans, short hair with no hat. I haven't even thought of him in this way since before he died. I always think of him and dream of him with a scruffy face, his hats and lots of clothing, pink floyd shirts and such. But last night, in the dream, he was clean shaven and sparkling. Later, I was having dinner with friends and one of them accused me of being promiscuous, having seen me with so many guys during the day, including some older man. I told her it was my father and I felt angry and ashamed all at once.
This dream seems meaningless but...it feels powerful to me.
(Joda, I can't believe when I met you.)
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05:04 pm
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Yes :)
I was dumbfounded, speechless, and almost like "no, no this can't be right" because it was so amazing to me.
I loaf the journal, like super monster loaf made by an artisan wacko brilliant breadmaker. I have the birdcage in my car in front of all that important stuff I should look at like my speed. And the bark/deer scene is in my dining room by my sewing desk.
The journal. It's crazy. It seems so full to me as it is because I can see your hands there.
And the cd!!!!!!!!!!! You and I have the most similar taste in music. I love the great lake swimmers...I was surprised you had that on there. And patti. And more tracy. And people I haven't heard of but now love. I've been listening to it a lot.
Thank you thank you thank you :) I loved what you wrote about the hat too. I don't know if I could write a thank you card that good. I'll try :)
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01:41 am
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Happy New Year
I actually just wanted to show you this website: www.dorisdorisdoris.com
I'm spending New Years in Portland with my sister. She was visiting in Bellingham for Christmas and came down here to hang out with her boyfriend. I tagged along even though it meant I wouldn't spend New Year's with Dan, who's been out of town for the last two weeks and which meant it would add another week of us not seeing each other.
Hm. That's pretty lonesome. It's been a bit lonesome.
But I've been introduced to the world of zines. I bought a ton, including a few Doris zines. I think you should order her anthology. I also think you should look up Nicole Georges...she reminds me of you when you had black hair.
I'm glad you liked the granola bites. I hear I got something from you in the mail in Bellingham!!! I am so excited that you are in my house, in a way. How about a mutual new year's resolution: letters. Let's really write this year. Send me a post-it, whatever. Send me a piece of grass. Maybe a Chronicle too? I love the Chronicle :)
Did you like my hat I sent you? I hoped it fit??? I'm going to try it with a different yarn that has more elasticity. So. Sorry about that bit.
And I guess this is actually not even a journal entry.
Hm. Let me look in my journal journal and see if anything is good...I've been trying to draw comics a lot. I made a cartoon character of my sister as a platapus.
Ah, here's something dramatic about wind:
"There is no forgiveness to not knowing but there is also no explanation necessary. We all wake, the wind in our face, one more night dissolved to time's illusions."
"Sometimes I can't believe how much breathing goes on in this world."
I made a list of baking goods I want to buy in bulk...some poetry that will come to light eventually, and doodlings. One poem is about one of the girls that lives here...she is homeopathic, has tons of oils and leaves and grains, spices, bones in jars all around the house and plants hanging up to dry...but I felt like she was so full of pain that it devoured me. healing can be such a strange process when it's an intangible injury.
(rock music is pouring through the window as if someone is playing in the street???)
An hour or so to go for me. You already know 2009. Good luck :)
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03:18 pm
[Link] | Vegan Carob Cream-Filled Cupcakes!
...with some friendly gingerbread :)
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12:19 pm
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Gifts I made for family this Christmas...and a granola bite!!!
For Mem:
For Sarah:
I made the hat and the hearts <3
For Kevin, Sarah's boyfriend, who is coming for Christmas!!
I made him a hat too :)
The granola bite is so delish...I wonder if I could mail you some? If I ever get out of my house this week! My car is snowed in!!!
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