free ketchup

i'm at this cafe place in santa fe....where i live....god i don't know if i'll get used to saying that. i feel like a visitor, and sort of like it that way.
anyway i'm in this cafe...i have in front me a plate of french fries and they came w/ some sort cilantro runny hippy sauce in a little cup. no no...i want ketchup. the condiment of my people. so i saunter up to the counter all friendly like, say " do you have any good ol' fashioned ketchup?"
he smiles says "yes we do...."
-great!-
"...it'll be 75 cents for ketchup."
in all seriousness he says this.

i stare at him.

i look over my shoulder at my fries...lonely lonely fries...
and i cough up 75 cents.
he disappears into the back for what seemed like forever and returns w/ a tiny little cup w/ about a tablespoon of ketchup.

i felt taken....i felt a little dizzy....confused...head whirling w/ countless memories of diner after diner after working class fucking diner where the GODDAMN KETCHUP BOTTLE sat on the table w/ the salt, pepper, sugar packets and napkin dispenser.

what planet am i on people?

hi

my head is brimming w/ things to write about but my neck is out...its does this....from driving and schlepping all my shit. sitting here is not in ayway shape or form a pleasant thing. pain is ruling things right now.

soon though....goddamit.

pictures worth a thousand words

comic relief

ok, i'm so so in over my head and between worlds w/ moving and beyond exhausted that i'm completely useless when it comes to any creative endeavor...including blogging. a friend shared this link through another site and its made me laugh....i was a sesame street child and i love love anything jim henson...so i'm passing it on. who doesn't need to fucking smile eh?
go on...enjoy a little silliness.

Online petition to protest Jerry Lewis Oscar humanitarian award

The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences has announced that it will
give Jerry Lewis its Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award on February 22, 2009.
Disability rights activists object to this award. During his decades of
hosting the Labor Day Telethon, Jerry Lewis has helped to perpetuate
negative, stereotypical attitudes toward people with muscular dystrophy and
other disabilities. Jerry Lewis and the Telethon actively promote pity as a
fundraising strategy. Disabled people want RESPECT and RIGHTS, not pity and
charity.


In 1990, Lewis wrote that if he had muscular dystrophy and had to use a
wheelchair, he would "just have to learn to try to be good at being a half a
person." During the 1992 Telethon, he said that people with MD, whom he
always insists on calling "my kids," "cannot go into the workplace. There's
nothing they can do." Comments like these have led disability activists and
our allies to protest against Jerry Lewis, and against the Telethon. We've
argued that the Telethon promotes pity, a counterproductive emotion which
undermines our social equality. Here's how Lewis responded to the Telethon
protesters during a 2001 television interview: "Pity? You don't want to be
pitied because you're a cripple in a wheelchair? Stay in your house!"

Disability rights activists have launched an online petition to protest the
Academy's decision and to demand the award be canceled. To sign the
petition, go HERE!


Feel free to forward.

of all the places to go

it appears i'm going to live in santa fe for a spell.

i've a long history of contempt for santa fe...well, what has become of santa fe to be specific. while there is definitly a lingering working class as well as homeless people, it is predominately a wealthy resort-esque town. real estate prices are unreal, as is rent.but at the same time i've always been around it, i know the city pretty well.
so my time in santa fe has always been a mixed experience of spending time with my friends but having my hackles up the whole time in the midst of such grotesque displays of wealth and pretense that blanket the city as a whole.

i mean, its not all bad. parts of town are really pretty to look at. and its nice to look up at the big mts that tower over the city. and theres a lot of art stuff going on.and some really good people doing really good things.

i've lived there before. for about 6 months i stayed in my friends garage because i had nowhere else to go.
and i've lived in various crappy little cabins w/ no electric or water on the outskirts of the city.

but now here i am...i'm actually gonna rent a little ....and i mean little....place right in the center of town. its come down to needing to be near my friends and nearer to health care and everything else that being in town has to offer. I think from there, once i'm rested, i'll be better able to decide where to REALLY live.

i'm selling all sorts of my stuff off and socking away the cash to pay for the ridiculous rent.I sold my truck, some weaving equipment...i'm trying to sell my solar power.anyone interested in a solar power system????

so....i'm wiped out. pretty much.i look/feel like hell. i'm just a robot packing, sorting moving like i've done a bazillion times since i was 7 years old. i try not to think about my sheep. or springtime coming when i would normally being turning over soil and having the sheep shorn. or the good good clean air of everyday in the country.

i'm trying to focus on how nice it will be not to need my car. to have friends nearby. to be a train ride away from awesome poetry in albuquerque. focus focus and esp. keep my eye on the prize which is still the hope of buying a home....somehow....somewhere.

i'll take pictures of my overpriced closet when i'm next in town. and i'll try not to bore you all with too many snarky complaints about the new-age-wholefoods-i-wish-i-was native-american-middle/upper class-grossness that will offend my senses daily in ye ol' santa fe.....but i can't make any promises.