Monthly Archives: November 2012

Another prayer to dear sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus…

Another prayer to dear sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus…

Dear sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus…

Please let me make it through this one final week of fall classes and placement. I know I have not read everything I was supposed to have read. I know that I have another whole paper I haven’t even started. I know that I spend too much time on facebook when I am supposed to be writing papers. But I know I have done the best with the small amount of free, uncompartmentalized brain space that I have left. I know that I have no more math or stats required by a school ever again after today. I promise to be an existent mom over break. Please make the rest of my term and finals all go well and quickly so that I may defrag my hard drive in preparation for Winter term in 5 short weeks. And if I could do it all with only A’s that’d be great. Nothing less than a B, thanks.

Amen, hoobie joobie, hallelujah and all that fucking jazz.




Sexual abuse should always be screened for. And not just kids.

For those who can't afford free speech

By Alex Zielinski, Staff Writer

When DeWanna Harris first walked through the doors of Transition Projects five years ago, she was at the end of her rope.

“I was so, so tired of life just tearing me up,” Harris, a Portland native, says.

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30, er 33 things I am thankful for:

30, er 33 things I am thankful for:
  1. Being in the last year of my formal education.
  2. Only having 4 classes left for the rest of the year.
  3. My kids being healthy again.
  4. My romantic relationship being romanticish again.
  5. My mentor being a human.
  6. Growing up in the mountains and knowing how to drive unlike half the tools I am surrounded by here in the big city.
  7. Knowing what if feels like to experience grace.
  8. My hands.
  9. My eyes.
  10. My ears.
  11. My feet.
  12. My health.
  13. My friends.
  14. My neighbors.
  15. Heather. Lisa. Heather.
  16. My childhood, fractured and chaotic as it was.
  17. Soldiers.
  18. Being in Idaho for Thanksgiving, two fold: incase the big one hits the Cascadia Fault and also so I can see my brutha.
  19. My car being paid off and my car working well.
  20. Food.
  21. Wet dog kisses, even though I act like I hate them.
  22. My challenges.
  23. My emotions and subsequent my occasional chemical imbalances.
  24. Lichen.
  25. Global awareness.
  26. Banana Slugs.
  27. Art.
  28. Rain.
  29. Equal Rights becoming more equal.
  30. My knowledge of the real Thanksgiving and the colonialism/colonization that was that atrocity.
  31. The ability to blog and share it with you all.

Have a good holiday, however you choose to celebrate or not celebrate it. I don’t think of it in terms of the Mayflower and first nations, I think of it in terms of counting my blessings instead of lamenting my woes, with people I love.

And 32. Thanksgiving Day Football.

Update: And here is 33: Explainations for whats up this week, phew

Socialism schism

Socialism schism

I find myself feeling as though I need to defend everything I am and think, as if its all up for debate. This was something I posted on fakebook last night and one of the responses I received that was quite lovely.

And I leave you buttholes with this:

so·cial·ism noun \ˈsō-shə-ˌli-zəm\

Definition of SOCIALISM

1: any of various economic and political theories advocating collective or governmental ownership and administration of the means of production and distribution of goods
2: a : a system of society or group living in which there is no private property
b : a system or condition of society in which the means of production are owned and controlled by the state
3: a stage of society in Marxist theory transitional between capitalism and communism and distinguished by unequal distribution of goods and pay according to work done

Why yes, that’s right! It’s just another form of TAXATION! 



As soon as I have enough to share more, I will. I promise. If I didn’t want to do my part, pay my share and be “socialist,” I’d have been a f**king counselor. Get off my nuts.

Explaining Socialism to a Republican

And this I just saw!

Baby Country Merikah

Veteran’s Day

Veteran’s Day

Happy Veteran’s Day to my lovely husband, as he sits cussing at his Donkeys on the TV  I am glad he is here. Not there. For those still there, physically or otherwise, those going, those coming back, and everything after and in between, THANK YOU.

Have you thanked a veteran today? They are all around you. Young and old, broken and whole. Male and female, and every affectual orientation you can think of.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

By: Lt Col. John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)



Thoughts which are Unconducive to Meditation:

Thoughts which are Unconducive to Meditation:

Thoughts next to a river should be easy to quiet,

But the predictable trickle isn’t so tranquil.

Breathe. Exhale. Breathe.

I try to focus on a word, on a sound,

Only to be interrupted by a bird,

By a rustle, by heavy thoughts

about urban sprawl.

Is it the virus of the century or

beauty in the eye of the beholder?


Must push the thoughts from my head, refocus on my breathing.

Breathe. Exhale. Breathe.

If I can’t escape the words themselves,

A rhythm perhaps to narrow them:

Need to feed,

Need to seed,

Want to grow,

Need to know,

Fed with greed,

Drank like mead,

Breathe. Exhale. Breathe.

Happiness momentarily grasped,

Control finally released. 

Dear sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus…

Dear sweet ancient baby alien space monkey Jebus…

Thank you.


Love, Jani

Interactive Post today! Opinions wanted!

Interactive Post today! Opinions wanted!

I am trying to decide about something that is 7 months away. I know, I know. Its a little early but I am an over planner, over thinker; whatever. It could take me that long to make a decision. So here is the pressing issue:

To walk or not to walk.

See, I am graduating in June with my Master of Social Work degree. On one hand, I think it is a good visual representation and experience for my kids to see me doing, after all the sacrifices we have all made while I pursued it.

On the other hand, they have been to my previous two graduations.

Plus, I will be moving directly after it, so I could spend that time, energy and money on something else.

I don’t anticipate any family coming. If they did, I would prefer they came to help me move 🙂

So, what do you think? Walk or no? Is it that important? Is it just pomp and circumstance? Ceremony? Tradition? Useful?


Majority wins in the comments. I can’t choose. You choose.

I mean, its just a hood. That I give back.