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Someone whispered
I fell in love with you
But i can't right now
Maybe
.. in the future
I said...
Nothing
I cried
A lot
I moved
On
Out
Away
Then i met them
Fun bunch
Then i met her
Delicious
Life
Again.
Somewhere in the middle, the ignominy, destroying continuously, and the rage, oh the rage, indomitable, lurking.
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Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?
The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.
Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.
Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.
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"Embarrassing that Germany is now better at defeating Nazis than America is. We used to own them on that."
https://mastodon.social/@MissingThePt/114055052727981933
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Babies grow so fast! One week after sowing, weeee!


First indoor sowing day!

Clarkia, cosmos, zinnia, lupine, delphinium, milkweed, sweet pea, echinacea, parsley.
Only planted half for now.
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There is a bus line in Paris that crosses half the city, that goes through a lot of my ghosts.
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
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Since 1939.

2025-2029 and beyond.
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If you erase Marsha, i will throw a brick in your facehole. ✊👊

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Gloomy outside, thriving inside






Plus a visit from my sky puppies (i've been feeding them for about 2 years)
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Gloomy outside, thriving inside






Plus a visit from my sky puppies (i've been feeding them for about 2 years)
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First indoor sowing day!

Clarkia, cosmos, zinnia, lupine, delphinium, milkweed, sweet pea, echinacea, parsley.
Only planted half for now.
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I wonder if I’ll still want cinnamon toast and chamomile tea in my little peter rabbit tea set when I’m sick five years from now. Sometimes I think about the small habits I have, if there will ever be anyone else who notices them too.
Like, I started noticing that I’m always singing everywhere I go, I sing while I work, I sing while I walk, I sing while I load the dishwasher, I’m drawn to pick up my instrument and play and sing for hours, it’s second nature, I don’t even realize I’m doing it most of the time. Only whenever something’s wrong the first thing to go is the music. I don’t touch my uke for days, and I’m quiet, I stop singing. And I wonder if there’s going to be someone else one day who will come home and wrap their arms around me and say, “I haven’t heard you sing lately. Something’s wrong, what’s on your mind?” And I wonder if they’d know to make cinnamon toast and chamomile tea and serve it in the little peter rabbit set I keep in the back of the cupboard for such occasions. Sometimes I daydream about having someone know me that well again, and knowing someone else so well I’ve picked up on all their little habits too. Sometimes the thought of someone knowing me that well again makes me clutch my heart and break into a sweat.
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(just a dream)
De retour, enfin. Paris, Placebo, le fleuve au bord des gens, les pavés, un carnet, crayon; la pluie aussi.
Comme si les 15 dernières années, faux départ, n'avait jamais existé.
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So. Storytime for guerilla gardeners and solarpunk enthusiasts. This story comes to me 3rd hand but I believe the basic shape of it is true, even if details may be off.
So there’s this guy who lives in my parents’ town. Wanted to have a pocket farm but lives on an urban lot in a small city instead because y’know jobs and stuff. He could definitely get a few raised beds in the backyard but nothing all that impressive and the front yard is on a very busy road with the expectation that it’ll look reasonably traditional (plus planting food by busy roads isn’t always a good idea).
However
After he’s lived there for a while, he realizes his neighbors are all older people who maybe have more challenges taking care of their yards than they used to. So he goes to his next door neighbor and offers a deal: I’ll mow and maintain your front yard for free if you let me knock down the fences between our backyards and plant them both with food. And you’ll get a cut of the produce.
Presumably the neighbor already knew and trusted this guy because he said yes. So he starts mowing and maintaining his and his neighbor’s front yards and planting food in their now-shared backyards. After a season or two this goes well enough that the next neighbor down the street asks if he can be in on this too.
So now there’s 3 front yards to mow and three backyards full of produce. And it keeps going from there. Dude gets a rider lawnmower and does everyone’s front yards, and meanwhile he’s maintaining an entire block’s worth of produce in the back. His yields got so high that he was able to start offering boxes of produce outside of the block’s residents too. This is how I heard of him: my parents’ next door neighbors were picking up a regular box of produce from him.
I love a couple of things about this story:
Offering to maintain people’s front yards for them allows baby boomers to feed their thirst for keeping up appearances while still getting food production into the neighborhood
As homeowners age offering services like this is legitimately good community building
BLOCK-LONG POCKET FARM
These exact circumstances might not be replicable everywhere, but I love thinking about how these principles could be applied.
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A storm is coming.


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