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Converting From Friends Only

Switching out of Friends Only [most of the time.] It's not needed anymore since... well, times have changed! Doesn't mean that Friends status isn't important to me, it is, it always will be :) You can talk to me by messaging me through my LJ mailbox to become a Friend, if you're not, already [it's at the top of of my Profile page]. But to get access to my J, well, almost always not necessary because you'll have it now.

I am a total LJ newbie as of August 2007 [thanks to Kiota.] It's Feb 12, 2008, this day, and I'm not quite so wet behind the ears now. Hopefully.

Be Your Own Kind of Beautiful

New home as of Monday 24 July. With a lease, yay.

Erin was the former tenant and she left this translucent poster on my front door window, with the inscription I've used to title this entry.

After ten months, a stable home in Olympia appears. No more shelters, quick rooms here and there, all that jazz...

More details at this cross referenced post, once you go there be sure to read my comment.

Blessings Be.


i'm so hungry (but it's not dark!)

From Sleater-Kinney:

"My whole life is like a picture of a sunny day.
My baby loves me:
I'm so angry
Anger makes mee a Modern Girl:
Took my money
I'm sick of this Brave New World..."

crossposting: http://kiota.livejournal.com/54223.html

flowers abound

Sunday, start of 481st week. 481 weeks is more than nine years old, old enough for Fourth Grade (maybe Fifth!)

crossposting from Kiota's memorial LJ:


Doesn't make a difference: 2008, 2016, and right now, tonight in America as you read this.


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Some mornings are like that.

Nope, so far only ONE morning is like that. This one, Thursday 18 May. Clouds predicted all day, heh. Not clouds like these, which are splintering the horizon sunshine as far as the evergreens run. Which is pretty far.

Crosspost to Ki: http://kiota.livejournal.com/52357.html

The icon is her photo, the other end of one day, across Hayden Lake, Idaho. She created it ten years ago and hands it to you right this minute as you read.

That tree lives here too. Along with all of these.

And all of us. Artists in our own rights. In our own definitions.

Time is NOT invited.


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A phrase from the sixties: "flower children" back then were hippies of all sexes who wore flowers in their hair, up and down, here and there, in public.

The two are the last survivors of a gathering of eight, given to me at the Volunteer Recognition Day for my teaching. There's plenty of rain but very little sunlight up here; and, actually, they crave replanting in a yard, which I do not have.

So, the memorial for Ki is here in photos. Which will outlast their fading away. For as long as people pass along by the journal to look at them.

Outlast the fading. As do all of her photo essays.


what am I leaving?

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here?
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest

Linkin Park, 2007 album, "Minutes to Midnight", song is "Leave Out All The Rest." YouTube has an awesome video of the song, go google them.

Is it really minutes to midnight by your clock? By mine?
You never know, do you.

In my case, my new Android-6 smartphone is screwing me, it refuses to tell me the time anyway, its camera just keeps taking pictures of my finger trying to turn the damned thing off (and failing.)

But sometimes you don't need any kind of clock to tell if it's 11:58PM.
Your body already knows.

Crossposting to Ki:

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For One Moment of Love

Honoring Kiota's music:


The post title is from Nightwish's song:

"I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone...
Deep into a dying day
I took a step outside...
I'm going down
So frail and cruel;
Your touch my bliss..."

But nope, I don't need to wish at all. It's not one moment, but all of them. Or, one moment is lasting one eternity.

And how long is one eternity? "Guess I'll find out / When I get there..."

Learning To Fly.

(Nawwww, that's Tom Petty, not Ki.)

Isn't it?

Remembering Allison

May 4, 2017. Today.

May 4, 1970. Forty-seven years ago.

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Allison Krause had been an honor student at Kent State University in Ohio, planning to finish up her freshman year and move on, she talked about opening an art gallery in Canada. With her Kent State boyfriend.

But she was shot by a sharpshooter in the Ohio National Guard, struck by a round piercing her chest and tumbling through her abdomen and causing fatal internal hemorrhages, struck as she was diving for cover behind a parked VW. DOA at the hospital, they couldn't control the bleeding.

The Guard killed three other unarmed students that day, shooting into the crowd of demonstrators protesting President Nixon's invasion of the neutral nation of Cambodia. During the Vietnam War.

Allison was a few days past her 19th birthday.

Nixon publicly was ordering an investigation at the same time he was on the phone to his AG John Mitchell, ordering him to cover up the identities of who shot those "bums". In whatever judicial investigations were organized.

So nobody was convicted for the murders. Not then, not 47 years later, right now.

Just as Kiota's life was ended so very early, so with Allison: never would we have any more healings, any more artistic creations, writings, photography, what have you -- from either one of them.

Allison had been working with mentally-impaired young people, trying to get them to communicate. With one great success.

Neil Young, a rather durable folk icon of the 60's and 70's, wrote in his song "Ohio":

"...This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?"

On the ground. In a dorm room. Yes, many years apart... Ki was born almost 20 years later than Kent State, 40 years later than Allison. But both were rebels.

On the ground, in a corner of a dorm room --- half a country apart, too.

They never met each other, did not know each other then.

But they do now.