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One summer day when I was a little girl, probably 5 or 6, I go into the backyard only to find my kitty Morris, my much adored orange tabby who sleeps with me every night, playing with a mouse. This mouse is not a present for me like on previous occasions but food and entertainment for Morris. "Morris, no." I say batting him away from the mouse. First Morris tries slinking off with the mouse pretending to be in trouble for something else. Then he tries hovering over it like its not there. Finally I pick Morris up and carry him away. The mouse is seriously injured by now. Who knows how long Morris'd been playing with it. I stand looking at the mouse trying to think how to help. I know injured animals who can't survive are to be "put out of their misery" and I know what that means. I also know I can't wield a shovel (short arms and whatnot.) So I use my most powerful feature, my little leg. I try stepping on the mouse in order to do the humane th...

When I first met my friend Foss, he came up with two different nicknames for me: Super K, and Shit magnet. There was a long period... like ten or twenty frickin years where I was under a constant barrage of shit: people dying, health problems, you name it. But he also called me Super K, which to this day gives me a surge of "fuck yeah I can" whenever I hear it. He'd say things like, "pf, of course you ran a marathon while having seizures, that's why you're Super K." These names were far from my mind Tuesday when I had a meltdown. I felt completely hopeless about jobs, future, you know kinda everything. I've been applying and applying and getting no where for the past 6 or 8 months. I don't have much of a chance of getting into grad school to do what I want because of my less than exciting GRE scores and my lack of experience working in a research lab of any kind. I haven't gotten calls about teaching for next year and the jobs have mos...

Woman: "Are you going to start dating men now?" Man: "No. I just like Erasure." "I wonder if Bush's ass is Kosher?" "We call it schnicks and giggles." "Fuck you George W. Bush, you fucking fucked fucktard fucker." "When god was handing out butts, I stood in line twice!"

What would happen if while I went camping there was a revolution? Would I be able to buy an electric car? Would the salesman and the mayor still be the same guy? Would there be so many beautiful empty houses, while we sat huddled in tents? Would doctors give you options and let you make your own decisions? Would we strengthen our squeeky voices to sing solutions together? What would happen, if there was a revolution?

In the hole, the sun and the moon were both hidden. The girl could hear them whisper and sing to her children in their sleep yet they remained hidden behind the clouds of her father’s self-absorption. But she knew they were there, could taste currants in her mouth as the children danced and played to dusk and dawn songs in her womb. The family’s new world was eerily like that of the village, but here when the girl rose to gather water, there was none. The rocks that had formed the slick ribbons before, now stood porous and dry. The snakes she’d been accustomed to hearing on her trips did not slither, they simply weren’t. The colors of the nearby jungle began to fade from lack of attention from the sun. They apologized to the girl, as she gave them all the attention she could, but it simply was not enough. The father meanwhile, had his way in all things. His will be done. The mother and the girl thought surely the father would be happy this way, but still he was...

I lie, hear my eyelashes blinking on the pillow case blink blink eyes widen as I listen listen hard in the thick silence. See, when I was six, a man came in my house beating silence into scary corners. In a quiet so dangerous arm hairs have a language on sheets and eyelashes scream even when you don't And its not so much that I'm angry as flipping coins in and out of slot machines pump like drugs in and out of veins; hearts; brains. Chemicals changing so quickly I'm not sure which line I'm on getting off the subway car. Staggering catching my balance, my mind you look at me in your powerful uniform I want to pull that seal up over your head like a hockey jersey and beat the quiet away with the butt of your own gun. I want power over the quiet over me and my loud eyelashes I rise & stand before the mirror smiling as I snip them off.

He wooed like a bullfrog lost in the sound of his burping song not noticing her already right next to him a frontier woman wiping chaffed red hands on skirts hands that kneaded trees and chopped bread that caste the first woman's vote all while a husband's pining words got lost in his own ears

I just realized I haven't posted an installment in a while. Granted, probably no one cares, but on the off chance, here's part three. You have to go back to March or so for Parts I, and II. She went on about her water fetching, day after day, trip after trip. But each time she went she snuck to the sun dial and whispered a truth “you are always free, you belong to the world.” Her words assured the sun he’d made the right choice in folding his golden rays into her sides. The sun dial relaxed knowing she spoke the truth, filled with heat and meaning. The father in the mean time, his usual self, had failed to notice anything of his daughter. He had a new project planned to teach the villagers civility. He would cultivate their small plot. He tried to force plants the way he had the sun, but the sun watched all around and helped the plants escape calling on the rains and birds to interfere. The birds stole the seeds and took them in their bellies far, far away. Similarly, th...

You know that annoying Rhiannon song "Umbrella"... you know the one so irritating and painful that it nearly makes your ears bleed? Rob and I came up with a fun car game of coming up with new rhymes for her stupid song. Some examples: "In Europe they eat Nutella.... ella, ella, ella" "My cousin Kristina plays the cella... ella, ella, ella" "I so can't sing acapella... ella, ella, ella" "Ina streetcar named desire he screamed Stella... ella, ella, ella" Feel free to play this game on your boring car trips as well, however, you MUST belt it out!

This is a video of my cousin's son, determined to have that tomato.

"Breaking News: CNN advises that all gas stations will start playing porn at the pumps so you can see someone else getting Fucked at the same time you are" "Guy : So I tried to set my password to "Penis". Girl : [...] Guy : It said my password wasn't long enough." "You know Superman? Are you aware of Garfield?" "I'm gonna fillibust yo' ass!" "Your boobs are awesome. But -I'm just gonna have to do this. [Pulls up employee's neckline.] Because...I just wanna dive in there. Head-first."

My niece singing to her doll.

I took the best picture of Rob in the bath tub reading a community organizing textbook and he won't let me keep it. He says I have to delete it even though you can even see any junk or anything. Its from the book up if you know what I mean... Not only that, but he's actually smiling in the picture. A real Rob smile, not that weird face he normally makes when he sees a camera that's somewhere between scared and needing to poop while fake smiling at the god awful dickie your grandmother just gave you for your Birthday. No this picture has a genuine smile in it. Its absolutely the most excellent picture. "But, but... pleeeeaaseee, that's why I love you." "No delete it. Right now." "But (whining now) please." "No" "But, Why?" "No" "But" "No." Booooo. I told him if he asked me again in an hour, I'd delete it. I might cry.

This past Saturday I attended Colorado's 2 nd District's Assembly and Convention. There are two state conventions: Congressional District, and State Convention. They take place over back to back weekends. Delegates and alternates attend both. Also, elections for national delegate as well as elections to the Electoral College take place at these events. More importantly, elections for the democratic candidates for State Congress, Regent, and Democratic Presidential Candidates are held. As we all know, this is an energetic time in politics and people are turning out in droves, tripling expected turnouts. These people want to be involved, desperately. Many of them want to be involved by going to the National Convention for their candidate and that's great. Our district is comprised of mostly mountain areas but also includes parts of Boulder County, and Jefferson County (both in the Front Range metropolitan area.) Boulder county of course is where CU's main campus...

I HAVE INTERNET!!!! YIPEEEE!!! "Don't pee on Escalante" "How much do clothes cost in the matrix?" " Hey, what do you think about interracial marriage? What, you mean like gay people?" "Q. What experience do you have in this field? A. I once read a book. I forget what it was called, but I figured this gave me the go-ahead to call myself an expert in the field of literature." "Now maybe I am the favorite child for a bit. My sister thinks she is so cool ever since she pushed out a 10 pound grandson for her. Like that was harder than making a whole scrapbook!!"

Looking off in the distance Off away from the firepit And the future Off in another world Fireflies flick through earthen scented blackness Cicadas buzz Crescendo Raise me up out of myself, my house, my chaos Toward a now I haven’t felt A now that fills all the velvet places With white enamel liberty Ability to chase dark places Play flashlight tag chase each other through the night Laughing and panting with the grasses in the fields and the stars in the sky Lightning bug go-betweens wearing dark purple ties The memory floods my mind with twinkling first stars Liberates my orgasm from snares Splashes of an entire paint can poured smooth With deliberate action against the sky Poured pain like silhouette Off cliffs against darkening skies Hair flowing freely underwater Neck relaxed, head back Smooth splashing melodies in the Straits of Anian Poured set free like orgasms’ song released to the sky A fabled sexual encounter Liberated into...

Escalante still hasn't gotten to go skiing yet, but let go control of my blog when we agreed to take him to Moab with us. Turns out he had his own agenda. Escalante can smuggle ungodly sized objects in his mouth. His plan had to do with a group of lizzards and skinks in Upheaval Dome who he's convinced are part of "la resistencia". I think there may be some confusion over the word "upheaval" He told us that the lizzards long ago rose up against the railroad blasting and the crows and created upheaval dome in a feat of reptilian cooperation! He brought them tools to help continue the fight. He promised to bring something mightier than a plastic knife next time. I think he just scared the tiny little lizzard on the rock in the upper right hand side. Poor guy.

Tempest, our friends' little girl, thought the piles of rocks marking the trails were Karins Eh, same difference. Karins, Cairns

Last night my brother unexpectedly had surgery. He'd had surgery a couple of weeks ago and thought all was well. However, his incision became extremely infected and he was taken in for surgery last night. During the surgery I was a little anxious so I called my friend Meghann to get my mind off it. She did the crossword puzzle over the phone with me. Then I hung up and called the hospital to find that he was out and recovering fine.