Cover illustration for the OC Weekly by Tim Lane.
Gretchen passed the Christmas issue of O Magazine to me. Great article here about the nutritional value of scraps. Especially in these times: what nephew Derek calls the “Greater Depression.”
Looks like Armadillos have better reproductive sense than humans do
National Park Service
(Source: nps.gov)
Pre-existing condition insurance plan run by the government.
Top of the French Quarter in 35mm
For two weeks we are staying in a Penthouse Apartment in the Quarter above the gallery of a friend of ours. At night we sit inside of this walled-in patio and look up at the moon and the top of the Monteleone Hotel and talk about how strange this life has become.
Technically, we are homeless. This means, we do not have a home of our own. We live in other people’s houses, in empty Penthouse apartments, in cars on road trips and abroad in dungeons and farm houses and communes.
I say “technically” because I don’t want to confuse our lifestyle choice with those folks who are homeless and don’t want to be. Patrick says “we float,” but that makes me think of poo, so I don’t use that term. I like to say that we live in the empty space that “normal” life creates.
This lifestyle started as a necessity. We lost everything in the banking crisis of 2008. I mean live-on-your-sister’s-living-room-floor everything. I found myself in the worst financial situation of my adult life. But, that ended up being a blessing. We learned to live off of a miniscule amount of money. We learned to be thankful for the l little bitty things and for the way the universe has unfolded a full and abundant life for us.
I am getting a lot of noise from my conspiracy theory friends about this. They are all up in arms because they believe that the Gov. is getting ready to intern Ron Paul supporters, NPR listeners and politically mouthy people like myself. They still think they live in a free society. Bless. There is no free society but the one you make in your head.
No six pack for me!
From Yoga Journal
THIS:
When you try to justify where you are by pointing out how bad things are, you are headed in the wrong direction. Reach for the thought that feels better, And allow the natural Well-Being that is yours.
came into my inbox via Abraham.
My father-in-law, Joe, gave me a flashlight for my birthday a few years ago. It seemed a strange gift, and my husband and I even joked about it. Sorry, Joe. This was one of the best presents I’ve ever received. Useful always!
Now there are human power generators, where you can get your fat ass on a bike or hand crank your blender or microwave. I’m loving this for when the apocalypse comes.
Something useful for filmmakers: we used the hand cranked flash light to light this first scene of a little portrait we did for LA Green Corps. Yes, you can see the flicker, but I think it looks amazing on Charlie’s skin.
We love the messiness of available light.
Sent by email to me by my Senior mate Dick.
One in ten (10%) of all pets have their own Facebook page (Even Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg’s dog Beast has a page!)
From Free Kibble, a website that challenges with daily trivia about dogs and cats. Whether you get it wrong or right, they give free food to shelters for every question you answer.
Fabulous to get you going in the morning.
I have been working my way through the Discovery Channel’s “Survival Zone.” I joke with my nephews that the apocalypse is coming soon and that they should prepare themselves. My godson watches Man v. Wild and has studied food rationing…in school! My little nephew tells me that it’s not the apocalypse but another Great Depression. He’s learning to sew. So much scary knowledge at so young. But, I’m glad they are preparing. I’m glad they are in my tribe.
Mrs. Carmella says: “we didn’t have all that government assistance during the Depression.” We won’t have it either. I’m just being practical. We won’t be able to rely upon our government, so we will rely on each other. Find your tribe.