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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! For now, I’ve returned from my Joiyssey to participate in the "revolution":I’ve been at many Occupy sites across the country:1st in D.C. Freedom Plaza I faced & challenged racism/white supremacy, sexism/patriarchy, classism, heterosexism & eventually was kicked off the island; then I offered workshops as I drove to CA:“Anti-Racism Geared for White Occupiers”; “NO DRONES” "Successes and Pitfalls of OWS"

Sunday, May 25, 2014

County Park, Riverside CA



I spent a good part of my day today hiking on trails, startling lizards, bemoaning the trash scaring the beautiful forest, picking up plastic, remembering, remembering, remembering.



Can you find the camouflaged critter in this picture below?


Here's a close-up:


Fuckin marine billboard in PALM SPRINGS!!!



Billboard outside of palm springs: 

Celebrating Hispanic values& those who act upon them….

WTF??? Trying to attract all those Hispanic workers slaving for rich white palm springers....

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Tucson and Anti-monsanto March! to be continued

Yeah! I've hooked up with the Anti-monsanto activists in Tucson!!!

Friday, May 23, 2014

Organic stocking up in Las Cruces - to be continued

On the road again! to be continued



Sooooooo happy to be on the road again: $245 for parts only, $345; no it's really $370 total because I went to this guy who was great – dealer quoted me $500 just for labor – this guy charged me $100 for labor – I gave him another $25, not because I have it to spare, but because I sooooo appreciated his labor, honesty, expertise.

Bad timing....

My Tucson load-sharer informed me she can't make it to Tucson, therefore she's canceling her spot on the truck.... grrrrrrrrrr - no panicking. I'll figure it out...

Lucking out in El Paso! to be continued

What a way to start the day! to be continued

I call Derrick first thing this morning - he is so supportive and helpful, telling me to look at the rear wheels for brake fluid and to check my brake fluid level - all looks normal.

I decide to drive to the diesel truck place, which I'm so grateful is just a block off the freeway. No one is out and about, on the highway nor at the repair place but it looks like there are several on this little back-alley street.

I inspect the truck again, this time feeling the heat coming of the driver's side tire, I examine the wheel - it is not centered!






I panic and call Mr. Derrick! He tells me I just can't get a break/brake.... ha ha ah - wheel bearings! He tells me not to drive anywhere - thankfully, I'm already at the repair shop.



 I feel suddenly so thankful - I could have had a terrible accident. Now I have to wait for the mechanic to arrive. I'm HOPING they are working today, this Friday before a holiday!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Oh no, no brakes!!!!!

I'm in trouble~!!! Over the sound of my book on tape recording, I heard a sharp whine, like a fan belt squealing, smelled some kind of hot machine oil smell, and suddenly realized I didn't have brakes!!!

It is dark, dry now but lightening in the near distance, hot still. I pull over on the shoulder, pumping my brakes to stop, pulling up the emergency brake at the very end, and try to find out what happened. I see no leaks, no cables dragging underneath the truck.

I decide to go forward, still smelling something but hearing only the engine - which thank the goddesses sounds strong and normal.

I pull off at the next exit, see all the lights off at the roadside businesses and gas stations, only the motel lit up, and decide to try to make it to the rest stop just before El Paso.

I get to the rest stop without hitting anyone or running over the curb and smashing into the bathroom buildings!

I lift my cab by myself - Derrick has passed on the trick of opening the doors and then lifting the cab - 15 years I've had my truck and not one guy has shared this trick with me until Derrick, my fabulous and incredibly competent Atlanta mechanic!

I shine my flashlight over and under the engine but cannot see anything wrong. I decide to wait til morning. As I climb into the camper, the heavens open with big plodding drops of rain, then brilliant lightening and raucous thunder!

The lights go out at the rest stop, which I'm grateful for as the truck stopped right under a way too bright lite.

I go on-line and find a diesel truck repair shop 5 miles away, at the outskirts of El Paso. I'll try to make it there early in the a.m., before any rush hour, so I have less vehicles to wipe out if my brakes fail totally.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Ways in which women are becoming just like men:



There used to be a time - in the olden daze as my goddess daughter would say -  when a womon walked into a women’s bathroom, a public bathroom, it was pristine: there was nothing on the floor, no pee on the toilet seat, it was clean.

In fact, you always knew instantly if you stumbled inadvertently into the men’s bathroom cause it was a dirty mess.

Now as womyn strive to be more and more like men, there goes our bathrooms - garbage strewn around, toilet paper unraveled, and pee on the seat as if a man had been there.

To think way back in 1978, my Iowa uncle was soooo worried that women, if liberated, would want to use men's bathrooms. Little did I know I'd have to worry that women wanted to emulate men in our bathrooms.

I HATE peeing after men - and women who wanna be men-like...

Leaving Louisiana and entering Texas



Southern Sunset

Spent a couple of wee morning hours resting at the Texas Welcome Center after fleeing the Shreveport rest stop overlooking the Mississippi River - a rest stop I like to stay at - but an 18 wheeler was idling in the small parking lot, annoying at least but mostly so very bad for our environment.

A young womon from Nevada traveling cross-country hooked up with us, loving the truck and taking lots of pictures, and then caravanned with us to the Welcome Center across state lines. She was an amazon herself, having rode her bike from Texas to San Diego last year!!! She told us about the bicycler sofa-surfing list, where fella bikers open their homes from traveling bicyclists!

Wide open southwest – just sooooo gorgeous, so much brilliant blue sky, individual white fluffy clouds – although it stinks of mega-farmed cow shit and petroleum processing off-gases. Refineries. But other than that, gorgeous.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Stealing - to be continued



In wrinkle-free pants, a flowing top, and several rings flashing as she waves at my truck, a tall white woman with blond hair cupping her ears approaches me to question me about monsanto and the meaning of my mural.

She wants to "go organic" but she's not convinced it is worth it. I talk with her about the cost to the farm worker and the mother earth, if she doesn't value the cost to herself and whomever else she's responsible for feeding.

A man is approaching the recycle bin, which stands overflowing about 10 feet from the truck. My newly informed companion starts loudly, over the sound of glass and plastic bottles and tin cans dropping into his plastic bag, spouting off about stealing from recycling bins.

I have to equally loudly challenge her concept of "stealing". Really, a homeless fellow working harder than you've ever worked in your life to make money for a meal and you consider that "stealing"?

She is startled by my loud, fierce response but my first concern is not her, but the man who is forced to dig thru blue bins before he can eat.

Where did we ever get the concept of what is stealing: the concept that taking glass bottles and plastic bottles from recycling bins as “stealing” and not as poor & homeless people trying to support themselves.

Yet a CEO getting paid $53,000 an hour is not stealing???

Can't wait to get on the road....