Sometimes I do stupid shit. You can read about my stupid shit doing and maybe skip doing it yourself. I was walking along the most beautiful river in the world, but I wasn’t paying attention. I don’t remember what I was thinking about, but it had nothing to do with what was around me. After… Continue reading How NOT to rewild
Wendy’s been keeping track of her food expenses and meals, and it’s inspired me to join in. I’m in a place with no grocery store. Just so you guys know. I went shopping before I left and I spent $15 and I’ve been eating good stuff ever since. This is what I bought: a dozen… Continue reading How to eat good food for $20/week.
(So, you’re actually seeing this a few days after it happened. I guess telling you kind of defeats the purpose of pre-posting, but I felt dishonest not saying that.) I leave the little big city at midnight because, as usual, that’s the time of day I get my shit together. I drive out of town… Continue reading The journey
The other day as I was leaning out a car window screaming, “your God is a war-mongering, son-killing sadist!” at some Godly protesters (hey, they started it), I realized: I’ve gotta write about Cunt here. But how to explain Cunt? Inga Muscio is a genius. She starts off by examining the word. Cunt. It’s meaning,… Continue reading Book Review: Cunt by Inga Muscio
Here’s the basic story: good people are celebrating their good works. Good people see cops beating a kid up. Good people watch and let their watching be known. Cops beat up good people and arrest them. Get the whole story on Ella’s blog, and call the DA and City Council people. I’m not in cell… Continue reading More cops beating people up.
“Hello,” my mother said, staring down at Missy. “You probably don’t know me, but I’m Tara’s mother. She seems to hang out here quite a bit, and I’m trying to locate her.” “Hmmm…” Missy drew it out. “What does she look like?” My mother gave a military description of me. “I dunno man, I’ve been… Continue reading Hobo's I have loved, v.2
He was a wanderer, and that only makes it harder to hold on to your self. Because the thing about wandering is you don’t put down roots, and without roots, without history, without stories of who you are and where you came from and how you fit in, you can slip out of context. -Charles… Continue reading The rootedness of wandering.
(I’m probably not around the internet… please comment anyways, and don’t be offended if I don’t approve them right away. I’ll appreciate them and approve them when I find some internet). Now that my top bookshelves are empty I know I could be making much better use of that space. But what to put there?… Continue reading I forgot to ask yesterday…
I was very inspired by those conversion pictures I found the other day. I decided to take everything apart, get new drawers and put them up even with the edge of the bed. I could put curtains in front of them all pretty and it would look very neat and organised. Also I was going… Continue reading Van re-doing
A Texan came into the club last night and told Hat-ma that this town is wierd. Really wierd. In fact, he’s staying at the nicest hotel in town and just last night a drunk eskimo came up to him in the parking lot and offered him seven pounds of weed in exchange for a ride… Continue reading Silly things