Pooping During Intermission
This essay was started back in 2022, right at the end of quarantine. I haven’t seen a sustained call to remove intermission, with conscientious/scientific masking the break is actually welcome, most people across America can find their way to an unoccupied corner of the giant parking lot surrounding their mass assembly event and take a break. “I’m mask-acclimated,” a talented, intelligent person…
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Replace the plastic hose
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Air Filter Change
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Garden is shifting into fall. The blooms off the delphiniums. Amanita sprouting up. Rain showers. I moved some soil, leveling out the rear turf area. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch0NHeGPyNg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Good solstice energy https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce--ZqOOCFE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Recent garden flowers https://www.instagram.com/p/Cec8i-_OVvM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Lots of beautiful motion occurring, the Siberian choke cherries are in full bloom. Rest In Peace Peggy Ferguson, still filling the Alaskaland theater even in memoriam. I’m going to try to make it out to the Malemute Saloon more often this summer, lots of fun collabs planned with contra dance and live music community. Summer’s here! https://www.instagram.com/p/CeNy0VLL0Ex/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Every time I feel close
to understanding the world
the white kettle on my stove sounds
and I rise, attending to it
with annoyance and the pleasure
of the unmade cup of tea.
This is what it’s like to live in March
or perhaps always, an unconvincing word
in any context. Blue-gold on night’s branches
what part do we take in the play?
Whose turn is it to perform competence
and knowledge in the absence of both?
Unable to feel anything against the wind
I know it is spring. Time tells me so.
Never (equally as unconvincing)
have I been someone with faith in order
and human law. Love is unpredictable.
Spring arrives regardless.
— Alex Dimitrov, “March,” in Love and Other Poems
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The days fall out of your pockets one after the other.
Soon you’ll need a new jacket with tougher leather
and seams no one has felt. Soon you’ll bring
the old books into your bed and sleep easy
and alone. It must be December again.
This must be the part of the story where you
refuse to say how the bodies you’ve walked toward
continue walking in you. With heavy black boots
in a calm procession of darling and honey—
they walk up and down the narrow streets of your heart.
— Alex Dimitrov, “Darling”
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#gardenupdate the raised beds are settling in. Love the color resonance btw tomato and flower in amber #goldenhour sun https://www.instagram.com/p/CRnmhG-DJ_M/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Quyana to the Earth for its gifts! Tw: fish eggs. Krasnaya Ikra. We need to ban trawler fleets, they are killing salmon. Also don’t eat fish sticks or any industrial whitefish (fast food). The bycatch and bottom disturbing is causing population crashes. We need to reform ocean fishing before oil patches, plastic pollution, and overfishing sterilize the seas. My rinsing and brining are still novice, the eggs turn solid in hot water and float off their membrane, then return to jewel-clear red when brined. https://www.instagram.com/p/CRhatzID-FP/?utm_medium=tumblr
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The lovely solstice whirl #selfieculture thx to everyone who tipped generously it was a great crowd https://www.instagram.com/p/CQu-oisDWxD/?utm_medium=tumblr
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