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All night long last night, going in and out of fitful sleep, all I could dream about was getting on a plane and bailing the fuck out of here for another country.

It's been in the back of my mind to do that for a while now, to save up enough to live well somewhere else for a few months, as well as enough to get going again when I get home. But I think those dreams came to remind me to hurry the fuck up about it.

Because what am I doing with myself right now? Nothing good. I love the Bay area and all that, but I don't exactly live the healthiest lifestyle here, and I know from experience I am at my best when I'm traveling.

Yes, it's time to leave it all behind, all this bullshit and this ugly game. It's time to recognize my attachments to things I don't need for exactly what they are, remember what the fuck is really up and kiss all that goodbye. There's a whole big world out there beyond what I'm letting mine become.

So...Thailand! Everybody, please tell me everything you know about going there.

Why did I never know about Pink until now? I love her.

Back from Burning Man! It's been a few days actually, but I'm still brushing off lots of dust. Getting there and back was exhausting, towing a huge trailer with a $600 truck fresh out of the salvage yard.

Spent one night in a hotel with mirrors on the ceiling and a round bed while waiting for the tire store to open.
Hawt. It's called the Gables, and it's in Pinole, CA if you are ever looking for a romantic getaway.

But, finally, we made it!



There's a few more images in my photography album if you're interested.

A most surreal experience on the way home was running out of gas for the second time before even hitting the main highway. An officer from Pyramid Lake gave us a ride in the back of his car to fill up a gas can. We were a little worried about what being seen with him might do for our social standing, but seriously, he was the nicest cop I have ever met in my life. I wish I could remember his name because he dispelled all my preconceptions about Nevada state police by actually protecting and serving. He even gave us a t-shirt, since we had been through so many troubles that night. It says "I'm making a difference. I'm driving sober."

But overall, it was an epic time, as always. There's nothing else like Burning Man...

New hair, again.




My lovely friend Charles came over yesterday and did it up for me. I love him! He is a seriously talented guy, creative and an awesome sense of style. Being a master stylist is just one of many things he does well. But check him out, especially if you're in the Bay, he does house calls! bestofcharles.com Sandra Bernhardt is on there, he did her hair!

So the pics above are my first real attempt at using studio lights. I'm trying to be on par with the other images he has up there...I dunno, it's a start.

So next week...I'm going to Burning Man! Yay! I've got so much to do to get ready I can't even wrap my head around it....omg I've got to make lists, lots of stuff to write down on lists....wish me luck. Kisses everybody...

Involuntary manslaughter.

Starting about fifteen minutes before this verdict was announced, I could hear helicopters swarming the air above my house (I live maybe a mile from downtown Oakland), and soon sirens joined the chorus that lasted for hours until I finally left and went to San Francisco for the night. The protests were mostly peaceful though, and the rioting was minimal by Rodney King standards. Of course, Mehserle hasn't been sentenced yet.

I am so sad and angry over this mess. Watching Oscar Grant's family react to this verdict broke my heart. Their grief has now been trampled and kicked by a decree that devalues Oscar's life. Because if the violent situation that took place in that BART station had escalated from fist fight to gunfire at the hand of a dangerous thug without a badge, Mehserle would have been convicted of murder without anyone batting an eye. Nobody would care which weapon he thought he was drawing, nor how threatened he felt, they would see the simple fact that he never should have drawn any weapon on that train platform that night. Period.

Cops murder people all the time. Sometimes I'd swear they think that black folks are all wearing targets. The Oscar Grant case is astounding from many angels, not small among them the fact that this is the first time in U.S. history that a police officer has been convicted for killing someone in the "line of duty". (Ahem.) So are we supposed to celebrate this as a victory in the quest to advance civil liberties and equality? Or accept defeat because once again, even when senseless and excessive police violence is witnessed and recorded for all to see plain as day, people are still not being treated equally and justice is not served.

I'm pretty much on the side of being outraged, and yet feel like nothing I say or do could change it, and it seems clear that most of this city feels something like the same way.