the new triggXR

2020-11-15T09:28:00.001-08:00

Ok, I will henceforth send blessings instead of poxes.

When you need some shattered blue glass for something you are working on:

2020-10-13T21:37:00.010-07:00

Real hammer. The nut hammer will not work.
Wear safety glasses, gloves.
Try to remember to do it outside in a rusty old bucket with leftover dried sunflower dream petals in the bottom.

This is where this creation is so far. I need some glue. Gorilla glue will do, I think.

Yup, gorilla glue is what I need now.

At work in the chart room. Can you tell that I’m smiling?

2020-10-11T22:22:00.001-07:00

Goatherd clearing brush in Fremont-Udistrict borderlands. Yesterday.

2020-10-11T22:19:00.001-07:00

For those who remember and those who do not

2020-10-11T05:00:00.013-07:00

One of the fiddle players in this vid is Bobby Boatright. The baby faced guy with chubby cheeks. Mr Boatright was my algebra teacher for three years at CHHS, however he was known for sneaking in some trig, calculus and some weird hoodoo math that I never knew the name of. I think he made it up. I somehow got bumped to his group.

He colonized my mind with the graphed equations that still plague me when I get interested in a beautiful woman. I can still hear him in my head saying “Trigg, if you’d do your homework you’d ace this class.”

For three solid years I went to class every day, mostly daydreamed, did no homework and got good solid Cs because I always passed the quizzes and he did not grade homework. I saw no reason to do the homework if it did not count in my grade. I had already started dickering with the Time Bank. I’m not a bit sorry. I love those Cs. I am still proud of them.

It's 0333

2020-10-11T03:40:00.014-07:00

My alarm has rotating music. This just woke me up! I’m getting up early today because I have a Latin footwork fundamentals class at 1100 which means early early to the hospital for rocket rounds! That Thing floating above the one person's body, in the other person's face is an Icosahedron.

The Icosahedron is one of the five Platonic solids Platonic Shape. Sacred Geometry. Remember that.

Highly variable box turtles. Save them.

2020-10-10T09:22:00.001-07:00

Hey Richardsons, remember all those turtles crossing the roads? Found on fence posts? I think they might have feelings!

Purchase the poster here: https://www.etsy.com/.../804712560/eastern-box-turtle-print

No walk, no water. Wind, rose today. Now work.

2020-10-10T07:19:00.001-07:00

Portrait of madrone with stop sign, Magnolia Bluff.

2020-10-09T07:14:00.002-07:00

Fuzzy harvest moon, Lake Washington, red muscle car

2020-10-08T22:00:00.019-07:00

They say some of the smoke, haze has returned. I guess someone had some squirreled away.

Google says that this is called “harvest moon” because farming folks often depended on the moonlight to get in the final harvest. My peoples were farm folks. This might explain all those long hours worked even after they left the farm. I’ve worked them too. Maybe moon energy gets stuck in the DNA or something. I’m listening to 528hz as I sleep to fix, repair my DNA. I figure it can't hurt. Can it? Geneticists are said to do this in labs for broken DNA. Idk. Sometimes I think they make this stuff up. Google or someone makes this shit up.

I was out this night on October 1, because I went to buy some Zara jeans a few blocks from my house from some young people. This brand fits my incredible shrinking ass perfectly. These kids let me wait outside their apartment building for 17 minutes. I was walking away when the door opened behind me. A shiny young man named Richard apologized for the delay. I took the jeans, handed him the cash and said “Full professors only get 15 minutes...but you’ve got 5 dollar Zaras.” We laughed and I drove to the water.

Lonnie something, circa early 1990s

2020-10-08T10:58:00.008-07:00

This is Lonnie, a ballroom dance teacher who used to come to the Timberline to dance, not teach. He was such a beautiful dancer and I wanted to learn every West Coast Swing move that he had, lead and follow both. But he taught in a venue that was not friendly to homosexuals who weren't instructors, so I did not. In those years, I avoided going places where I am not welcome as my whole large self when I was not on the clock. At least for dance. I've had to obscure his beautiful face because he might still be alive, passing somewhere but I remember it as clear as day.

A Dog & Her Mirror Image. Her Twin Perhaps.

2020-10-07T21:39:00.004-07:00

Phoebe Snow has recently started sitting in front of the dance mirror in my studio, staring at herself. We don't know what this means. It is a new development that we have duly noted. I think she is asking for a haircut. That is what I would be thinking were I doing this.

lost, forgotten blog

2020-10-07T18:45:00.011-07:00

I had forgotten all about this blog until a friend asked me recently why I stopped writing in my blog. What blog? I asked her. I'm in witness protection. You know, your blog, she said. I remembered that while in graduate school, I messed around with a lot of web technology in order to "rest" my mind from stuff like Foucault, advanced biostatistics, riding the bus twice daily. I was testing things for what they might be able to do for my purposes which at the time were vague even to me. After my friend's comment, I started looking around and found several blogs, including one called "madcowstupid," which doesn't look as though I ever pushed the publish button. Since I still have a bit of time left from the surplus I got back from the Time Bank when the stay home started, I've decided to start messing around with some web technology again. Of course, now I have to remember how to use this app which is somewhat out of date to some so I started looking at other blogging platforms. I might have a technology fetish, maybe. Here's something that inspired me so much that I spent this month's book budget on her thoughts yesterday:

I remember Matthew Shepard. My heart is still broken over this.

2020-10-06T22:16:00.002-07:00

Crystal Valentine - "Black Privilege" (CUPSI 2015 Finals)

2015-07-15T15:26:00.001-07:00

Who Were You In Your Past Life According To Your Memories?

2015-07-07T20:09:00.003-07:00

Update 10/7/2020: this explains a lot.

Pirate

You were a pirate in your past life! Your memories reveal that your life was spent on the open sea, seeking adventure and treasure! You're a survivor with a strong sense of self and an indomitable wanderlust. Your love of the sea, new experiences, travel and a couple of rough and tumble life experiences this time around all point to your pirate past. You are an explorer at heart and the world is calling your name. You're truly a force to be reckoned with and the open seas await! What do you think about being a pirate? Let us know!

Jorie Graham: Selected Poems | 92Y Readings

2015-07-06T20:21:00.001-07:00

2015-07-06T19:39:00.000-07:00

Your rainbow is intensely shaded indigo, blue, and violet.

What is says about you: You are a creative person. You appreciate cities, technology, and other great things people have created. Friends count on you for being honest and insightful. You share hobbies with friends and like trying to fit into their routines.

Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com.

I have a rainbow!

Singing Nurses of Harborview

2015-07-06T19:11:00.000-07:00

This is a post from 2008 upon which I apparently never pushed the "publish" button! Who are these women? Nurses!!! Nurses rock. They do what needs to be done!

Low News Day

2015-07-06T19:06:00.002-07:00

I swear I wrote a post yesterday on the Blogger app on my iPhone but it did not show up here. I guess not everything works. I'm having a great time here in Texas. I visited with my cousins, aunts, uncles, and others at the family July 4th gathering. It was fun, and quite amazing to be with people who have known me for 57 years, through all my phases, changes, trials, tribulations, successes. It's mind boggling to think about.

Interesting thing today is Nona Faustine. Check it out.

How Writers Write Fiction 2014

2015-07-04T08:32:00.000-07:00

I was working too much to do this program, but plan to go through it once the course is archived.

Modern Poetry (ENGL 310) with Langdon Hammer

2015-07-04T08:22:00.003-07:00

What have I been up to? I've been watching these poetry classes from Yale Open Course. They are so meaty that I can watch them over and over and pick up something new every time. I've never actually studied poetry, so it has been a real treat. I stream these videos on my laptop (macbook pro) and use Google Chrome to get them up on the the TV. I bought myself a SmartTV for an early birthday present and should check and see if I can get right to YouTube from there. I love this guy Hammer! There are lots of videos in this class. The handouts and whatever the class is seeing on the overhead is not available which is annoying but probably has to do with copyright.

Juan Felipe Herrera’s winding path to poetry

2015-07-04T08:11:00.001-07:00

Back Again

2015-07-03T18:10:00.001-07:00

I needed a place to post a page outlining the animal care at my house so I decided to resurrect my blog! I've been out of graduate school for almost as long as I was in it now and times have changed. I work full time as a psychiatric nurse practitioner in an inpatient setting and really love my work. I'm figuring out how to age gracefully. I work a lot, like A LOT, and have engaged a house manager to help me care for the animals and run the house.

I'll try to keep up better with my blog!

Wow, time passes!

2015-07-03T18:10:00.000-07:00

I've been gone a long time. I have looked up my blog because I'm trying to join a writing group that requires we have a blog. Much has changed. I've changed jobs several times. I love my current job. One of my dogs died, and I have a new dog. It's been really hot here. I'll be back.