• which book are you?

    June 23, 2005
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    o my goodness!



    You’re Lolita!
    by Vladimir Nabokov
    Considered by most to be depraved and immoral, you are obsessed with
    sex. What really tantalizes you is that which deviates from societal standards in every
    way, though you admit that this probably isn’t the best and you’re not sure what causes
    this desire. Nonetheless, you’ve done some pretty nefarious things in your life, and
    probably gotten caught for them. The names have been changed, but the problems are real.
    Please stay away from children.


    Take the Book Quiz
    at the Blue Pyramid.

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  • of newsily interest

    June 22, 2005
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    a sudden urge to find out what’s happening in the world …

    happy birthday, baby…
    the oldest man on earth lives in cuba. he lives alone, dances, tends his garden and eats black beans.
    http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4118486.stm

    i heard on the tv “news” (cough) that saddam hussein loves doritos and hates fruit loops. is this supposed to mean something to me? make me feel…what? with this information, i can … maybe form an … opinion? about fruit loops?

    hmmm…cocaleros protest restrictions on their crop could mean a bid for regional autonomy from peru? maybe medical marijuana protesters could do the same for california?
    http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4118734.stm

    elders of value…
    treating people like people…even if they are old people.
    http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4713566

    a tearful apology? “i’ve come to understand…” does this sound as though a threat was issued? why else should durbin apologize for pointing out that we torture people? is there no one left with spine enough to state the obvious and then stand by the statement? no wonder we’re in such deep shit.
    http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4713699

    that last one did it for me…i hope i don’t get this urge to find out what’s going on for a long time.

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  • my first salve

    June 20, 2005
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    as soon as the dandelions burst into golden blooms, i scooped them up, drowned them in olive oil and made a dreamy-scented infusion for a breast and massage oil. Six weeks ago, i picked all the new, vibrant spring growth of lemon balm, packed it in a jar and poured 100 proof vodka over it. a couple weeks later, i went out in the yard and picked a bunch of plantain. i picked only the greenest, healthiest leaves that had not yet made it to an animal or insect’s dinner plate. i chopped them up, put them to simmer in olive oil for 3 hours, and from this lovely, deep green infusion i made a salve using beeswax and a touch of vitamin E.

    brni and jesse are getting used to seeing towels with leaves and flowers of weeds wilting on the dinning room table, but they still roll their eyes as comment on the nasty things i’m brewing and turning into stuff that they will later be pressed to try out. these are the same weeds our neighbors struggle to rid their lawns of — pulling and poisoning without a thought to the great (and free!) food and medicine they could be making from them.

    last week i gave my plantain salve to my sister. she’s been having a difficult time treating a skin condition on her hands. the steroid creams and antibiotics have been minimally helpful and her healing has been slow. today she told me that this salve made from my lowly lawn weed has helped soothe and heal better than any of the medications she’s tried to date.

    so, ha! it works! maybe this herbal path i’ve chosen is truly pointing me in the right direction? maybe it isn’t so far-fetched to use local, common plants to heal? this ain’t just wavy gravy alternative hoo-ha. it is down-to-earth, *from* the earth, and sensible.

    my lemon balm tincture will be decanted and bottled tonight. it will be stored in the cupboard, ready for the next bout of family congestion or nervous tension. but i have no illusions…brni and jesse will still roll their eyes when i press a plant remedy on them and grumble about smelly, witchy brews and how they’d rather have real drugs.

    here’s the plain old plantain, otherwise known as Plantago major L. or “the bandaid plant.”

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  • horizon moon

    June 20, 2005
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    for those of us who moon-gaze…
    http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2005/20jun_moonillusion.htm?list717103

    and those lucky folks who are living in albuquerque are going to have a sky-full!
    missing home…

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  • woody woodpecker lives

    June 18, 2005
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    amazing news…there have been multiple sightings of the ivory-billed woodpecker in arkansas. the ivory-billed woodpecker, largest of it’s species, has been thought to be extinct for
    decades.
    dunno about the rest of the world, but i’m excited! here’s a good link: http://www.worldwildlife.org/news/woodpecker.cfm
    another good link is http://www.nature.org/ivorybill/

    one for nature!

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  • last night’s dream

    June 16, 2005
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    His voice came over the line between the rings. “Listen carefully and don’t speak. They took them away. They are not longer here. They are at 11 Decency Gate.” He was breaking up. I yelled, “Who took them? What is the number where I can reach them?” But he was gone amidst the crackle between the rings. The man on the phone sounded just like Gordon, but how could that be? Who was he?

    Somehow, I knew that 11 Decency Gate was in Amsterdam. The thought that people had taken my sister and Gordon against their will twisted in my gut. In a panic, I dialed 0-1-1 for the international operator but when I heard the operator’s accented voice, the line went dead.

    I woke up.

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