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rain trance

it's raining today

Colony of One

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Taken By Surprise, Again

I've again bumped into this movie, Hotel Rawanda, and I recommend it to all, even to be seen by your older kids (high school age). It is an intense, disturbing, and somewhat awful movie about exactly such intense awfulness that occurs in our world...such stuff that our government (and media) hides from us in an effort to sanitize their own actions taking place in our name in places like Iraq, Aftganistan, Central America (and the list goes on). What can I do? That is the question that is heard as arms fly up and we just go about our business (daily lives that are real and sometimes difficult). What can I do? Simple. Scatch a bit below the surface. Turn off the big networks. Question the daily rabble of advertisement masking as news and information. Talk to your family and friends, have conversations, get to know the wide range of opinions that they have. And, among many more things, ask why.

OPTIONS NARROWED

Okay. It's Saturday and we haven't rented a place yet. Funny though, the options are narrowed down to three places: one gem, two minerals. The gem is a whole house for cheap 'cuz the owner wants decent folks who don't have a million needy requests...and I don't think we do. This place is nice. A so-called "craftsman" home in Emeryville. Quaint, varnished woodwork, backyard, hot tub (yup). The other two are quite nice as well: one in the hills with trees, flowers, and yard; the other in Berkeley, close to much fun and activity. We will have a choice made by tomorrow. Oh, by the way, what the hell am I doing here any way?

this is not me in the bay area

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"Alamo"

HOUSE HUNTING

I know, it's hard to hunt a house. It is most difficult. Large target? Well, larger than most. I wonder if Dead Eye Dick Cheney ever house hunted? Ummm? Well, not likely. Maybe he hunted his five deferments. Oh, yeah, and his "aquaintances". But he only peppers them.

Back to focus. It's the end of our first day looking for living digs in the Bay. It's been non-stop driving since around noon. We checked out two places via real appointments and did drive bys on the rest. Most interesting was a spacious upstairs spot in West Oakland. Bigger than our present place. Sketchier too. Supposedly an on-the-edge of gentrification area. But mainly just lots of space for Anne, Blue, Iago, and me. Can anyone tell me what the hell I'm doing here?

YARD SALE SATURDAY MARCH 4TH

A reminder for anyone in the Albuquerque metro area: we are having a yard sale saturday march 4th from 8a.m. until ? Available will be all manner of items: jewelry, unique furniture, musical instruments, kitchen ware, camping gear, smoked pork, green chile stew, and lots more stuff. Get here like this from I-25: Alameda west to Guadalupe Tr; north on Guadalupe Tr; take a right onto dirt road at Artie St ('bout a 1/4 mile down Guadalupe); follow dirt road past farmyard and yucky mansion to our small adobe with a yard sale going on; purchase stuff and we'll take yer cash. See ya there!

SUNSHINE STUPIDLY

More things I'll miss. The bedroom window here faces east, towards the Sandias. Morning makes no bones about arriving, even prior, the Morning Star glitters through the curtain. Then it slowly lights the sky, first from behind the mountains, creating a glow, and if there are clouds, a light show of blue, pink, and orange. Once it breaks the top, it illuminates the curtain and the room. It is the perfect wake up (except if want to sleep in, which I haven't ever been able to do here). It is slow....Then it's to the chickens. I am going to miss Pancake(pronounce his name as if it is a Spanish pronunciation) and the Hens (Goldie, Greybeard, Pecker, and the nameless three).

Endings....

Here we go. It's the end. After seven years in New Mexico, I'm leaving. For now. I'm moving to San Francisco with Anne. I will be posting regular updates about the pleasure of moving, of being part of the grand history of human flux, and remaking my life in a new city. It is bittersweet (New Mexico, not specifically Albuquerque- I could go on about the appalling, money driven, unsustainable growth of this city, but I'll let you fill in the blanks beyond here) the taste of leaving a place that has been very generous. But I can't help but think that there is something more out there. And I can't help but shake up things on a cyclic basis. Shake, shake.

I'm purging a lot of stuff. Stuff I haven't seen since around summer 2001. I have a nice collection of rubbermaid bins (ah, paradise) filled with mainly worthless domestic junk; all of which will be on sale March 4th in a grand yard sale; or tossed. I have a strong urge to purge, y'know? Y'identify? Never a huge consumer, more a parasite of sorts, I've still managed to accumulate a modest amount of real consumer crap not to mention a lot of scrap wood (like the bins, ahhh). So, I've been hangin' at the storage unit just emptying bins into the garbage. I want to be weightless, or almost...

We leave Wednesday for the Bay area looking for a place. I feel less anxious than ever about this move. Satisfied and at ease. In the meantime, must make up for the future lack of NM food, so chile, adovada, sopapillas are being consumed each hour on the hour.

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