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Archive for May, 2009

Screw you, Prop 8!

I usually don’t do political posts. Politics make me grumpy, and there are lots of good political blogs out there that say what needs to be said better than I can. But here is my answer to California’s infamous, anti-civil-rights Prop 8 and the stupid decision by the state Supreme Court to uphold it.

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Smart dog

I have nothing to say tonight. Going to bed early because I’m beat. But I have THE BEST picture of Tripod ever. I’ve been meaning to write some story around it, but life got in the way. So I’ll just post the picture and give you a good laugh.

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More fun with my Palin head

My mannequin head used to be a charming lady, albeit minus a body, but when I decided to morph her into Sarah Palin as an outlet for my disgust at the worthless fake governor, it opened up many fun possibilities with my camera. I’m sure my original lady forgives me and laughs with me as I torture the head of Sarah. These latest pictures are the result of my frustration at being too slow with my entry over at the Mudflats cereal contest.

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Seeking sanity in nature

My world is so bleak right now, but I seek solace in my picture-taking, my gardening, and walking in beautiful places. This morning I took a walk at the marsh.

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It has been a rough couple of weeks. Life is just too real sometimes. So I thought I would dig back in my archives for my moment of magic. Perhaps as I relive the ride, I will see Nehemiah standing in the moonlight, waving at me.

Sometimes dreams don’t seem like dreams. They feel real, as in, “this is actually happening to me, right now.” I once had a dream like that. I don’t think it was a dream. Recently I spoke to a man whose calling is to help people find their spirit guides. I told him about my dream, and he also felt that it was not a dream. You may or may not believe in that kind of thing. I often feel like two different people. On the one hand, I am a pragmatic, logical, physically grounded scientist. On the other hand, I have always felt a deep yearning for magic.

One night, many years ago, during a geology field trip in the Hualapai Mountains of northwest Arizona, I “awoke” in my tent to find myself sitting on a “magic carpet” hovering above my sleeping boyfriend (now husband). Suddenly the carpet zoomed right through the side of the tent as though it wasn’t there, and I sped across the desert at a dizzying speed that took me far away from camp in just a few seconds. The carpet then came to a stop, hovering just a few feet off the desert floor. It spun lazily around a few times as I marveled at the desert landscape by the light of the moon. It then reversed and sped rapidly back to my tent. I found myself lying in my sleeping bag again, eyes wide open, saying to myself, “What the hell just happened?”

I have never forgotten that magical experience. In moments when the world seems too bleak, too lacking in magic, that night comes back to me and I experience the magic once again. The spirit-guide-finding man I spoke to said he believed that I was visited by a friendly spirit that night and taken out to a sacred place in the desert. I choose to believe that interpretation. As I throw off the trappings of my no-magic side and walk away from my geology vocation, I choose to believe in magic, and crazy moonlit rides in the desert, and all the possibilities of other dimensions. I feel like running into the desert and yelling, “TAXI!!”

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A wake for my Nehemiah

On May 30 we will hold a wake for Nehemiah. For those who can come, you are welcome. For those far flung friends I have “met”, both old and new, you are welcome in spirit. Send your virtual vibes and celebratory thoughts to the wonderful young man you never got to meet. He would have said something sassy to you, or showed you pictures of his car or kittens on his fancy cell phone, or tried to convince you that global warming doesn’t exist, or tried to sell you a car you didn’t want, or asked if you play pool, with hopes of separating you from your quarters. He would have offered to fix something if you happened to mention it was broken. He would have told you your computer was set up incorrectly. He would have offered to go to the store for you. Then he would have showed you more pictures of his kittens and car.

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I’m tired of evil

Not in a good mood today. The tranquilizers aren’t helping. In addition to wanting the murderers of my son to die painful deaths, I want Dick Cheney to drop dead from simultaneous heart attack, aneurysm, and a million rattlesnake bites, while people throw dog shit in his face. And Rush, Beck, and a few others can just join the deathfest. I hate them all . Die you fucking evil people. You make terrorists look like boy scouts.

I will go back to being Buddhist tomorrow, but today I am the Goddess of Vengeance.  Good people die. Bad people live. WRONG!!! Don’t talk to me about God’s will and don’t fucking blame it on your strawman Satan.

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