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Breathing: Act Now for Nine Mile Canyon

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Act Now for Nine Mile Canyon. Though out of character for this blog, I'm posting the following on the chance even one person will see this in time to take action. Today is the deadline for submitting public comments to the BLM on proposed drilling of over 800 natural gas wells in ways that threaten Nine Mile Canyon. This canyon, home to over 10,000 individual petroglyphs and pictographs, would become an essential highway for hundreds of trucks traveling to and from the gas wells. I love options. Havi...

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Breathing: Fundamental

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Besides the fact that it is 85 degrees and sunny in Portland today, news out of California. Has me all aflutter. Despite all my conflicted feelings about having gone to law school, those three years getting my JD provided me a new lens. Through which to interpret news. Links to the decision abound, but here it is again (172 page PDF). Marriage is a fundamental right. Felons [edit: Prisoners] get it, and (gasp) gay people should get it too. The Recovering Straight Girl. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Breathing: Unusual Reference

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This is a once-in-a-blog's-lifetime-experience. In case you aren't already sitting down, you might want to do so now. I'm going to mention The Bible. Shocking, I realize. Not along my general lines of gleeful low-brow humor. But see, I read this post by Derick. About the number of times that homosexuality is mentioned in various versions of the Christian Bible, compared to how many times the concept of peace is mentioned, and of course I had to link it up here. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Some po...

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Breathing: Perspective

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Perspective shifted when my life flashed before my eyes last Friday. After parallel parking on Hawthorne Boulevard, I checked over my left shoulder, saw no car in the lane closest to me, and started to open my door about six inches. My car door was ripped from my hand. Two seconds later it would have been my body in addition to the car door that was smashed. I am full of gratitude. This puts a lot of things in perspective. Sorry to hear that! I'm so glad that you're ok! How was the other car? I am who I ...

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Breathing: Bags of Urine

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The Bags of Urine story. He gave me permission to recount that story here and prove how much my sense of humor revolves around the toilet. You know, in case that wasn't already self-evident. Where I grew up, people were crazy about soccer. Loco. Totally nuts. You think I get passionate during my soccer games when I tell the goalie he's a worthless piece of shit? That's nothing. Nothing. He didn't tell me where to move, just that I should move. He said again, but I was mesmerized. And then I found out why...

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Breathing: Sex Reading

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A few articles I've recently enjoyed and favorite quotes:. This is where many folks out there in TV land might have trouble believing asexuality is not cover for something else. So you can masturbate and still call yourself asexual? A few doctors have argued this spot lacks any of the special mythological powers attributed to it - it's like the Bermuda Triangle of female anatomy.". A woman [was] upset about a Buddhist god with a very large penis.". Seahorses are bona fide genderfuckers.". Gets its own tag.

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Breathing: Dirty Eggs

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Me: Do the chickens push the egg out their vagina or their ass? Sometimes it seems like there is shit on the eggs when I gather them. N: Chickens don't have vaginas or assholes. They have cloacae. It's an all-purpose hole. So yeah, there probably is some shit on the eggs, coming out of the all-purpose hole. Me: No chicken vaginas? N: No chicken vaginas. Me: Hmm. . . How do the roosters fertilize the eggs? A rooster has an all-purpose hole too? So a cock doesn't have a cock? My mind has been blown. I neve...

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Breathing: Now I Know His Name

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Now I Know His Name. For a long time, I didn't know his name. Although I saw him almost every day. And then I fretted about not knowing. But now I know his name. It's Jesse. He smiles and waves, "Hi, Mossie! As I drive by, whether or not I have a dollar or a banana to give him. The last few times I've had the first-in-line position, where I can roll down my window and talk with him until the traffic light changes, I've been especially sad. Today I was fighting back tears. But I still smiled at him. Taken...

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Breathing: Blessed Intention

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Upon reviewing yesterday's post. I feel that much of it sounded like "wow, I'm so great," and that's not what I meant. Or at least not what I wanted to convey. I really wanted to express that seeing this guy, connecting with him the various ways I've connected, that's. A blessing. Especially. Predominantly. Blessings can and are found in all sorts of circumstances. He is my blessing on the way to work everyday. Ah, the process. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Follow me on Twitter. Tell me, wiki, do!

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Breathing: He Said . . .

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He Said . . . To K on the phone. What the . . . ? And he says in utter seriousness:. I can't find my phone anywhere! K laughed until urine threatened to soak her jeans. And when K recounted the story, telling us of "B's blond moment," T looked at me, raised her eyebrows and wondered aloud if he should have taken that last hit. Maybe he shouldn't have taken those last twenty years' worth. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I've had some plans up my sleeve for a few months. Follow me on Twitter.