I have a tendency to rush, sometimes not taking enough time to read a label and coming home with a diet or gluten-free version of something. It was that way with the corn I bought at the farmers market, bought without inspection and tossed carelessly into a sinkful of water, fully dressed, to soak. A …
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What is white privilege?
White woman Dirty blonde -Literally- Enormous glasses Reads Kindle in juror box Bailiff Five foot nothing Chest reads “Saenz” Approaches “Put that away” She is not smiling Big Glasses mumbles But with a tone unmissable “It’s just a book” Is that white privilege Or Just Being An asshole?
O San Gabriels
Turning north, you come into view, O San Gabriels, and I am strengthened.
craigslist
Craigslist is so awesome. You can put anything up there, literally anything, in the free stuff category, and it will be gone within 2 hours. You could post “Single sock, small hole in the toe. First come, first served” and you would be fielding at least 3 emails. “Hi. Is the sock still available? Thanks! …
What’s working, what’s not
What’s working: Caffeine What’s not working: Caffeine
Trailer learnings
Steam is a very efficient cooking method. If your garden hose springs a leak, it can be repaired with a $5 coupler. Trader Joes sells precooked meats that are actually very tasty. Gray water smells bad. Plants don’t love it, but it won’t kill them. If your propane tank is the old kind, it can’t …
Good morning, new America, old California
I went to sleep drunk at 11pm last night. What warring emotions: elation at Obama’s landslide, despair at the lead for bigotry in my home state. Stephanie stayed up, TV on and laptop by her side, anxious look on her face. I hoped that the morning would bring good news, but I was pessimistic. The …
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Earthquake in the workplace
We had risen to break for lunch when the temblor hit. A loud boom! Then strong jolts. I knew what was happening as others said in business tones, “What was that?” And looked to each other for answers. Again in business tones, “That’s an earthquake.”Survival instinctI eyed the table nearest me and went for it. …
Dominique Dibbell 