Poverty Is Not an Accident

Poverty Is Not an Accident
Nelson Mandela

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

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HONG KONG - Digging through stinking heaps of garbage in one rubbish bin after another, a small boy stops occasionally to pluck out a prize - bunches of old newspapers or cardboard.

"I'll be able to sell them for a few Hong Kong dollars (20-30 U.S. cents)," said the skinny eight-year-old, who identified himself only by his middle name, Chun.

"If I don't do this, how can we have enough money for milk powder for my brother and sister?"

Chun is not picking through garbage dumps in India, the Philippines or Bangladesh, but in Hong Kong, one of the wealthiest cities in the world.

Not far away, state-of-the art skyscrapers gleam along its scenic waterfront and a shiny parade of chauffeured Mercedes and Rolls-Royce limousines deposit captains of industry at their offices, hardly drawing a second glance from passersby.

Not long ago, many people in the financial center dreamed of becoming the city's next tycoon, wheeling-and-dealing their way from rags to riches like Asia's richest businessman Li Ka-shing.

Now, many would be happy just to get a real job or, like Chun, have a little money in their pockets to help feed their families.

Despite signs of recovery in recent months, years of economic stagnation have widened Hong Kong's rich-poor gap and unemployment levels remain among the highest in Asia. With more poor mainland Chinese settling here, poverty is potentially a growing social problem in the territory.

Social workers estimate nearly one in seven people in the city, or almost one million people, are living below the poverty line, including nearly 400,000 children.

"Poverty is seriously affecting children in Hong Kong, leading to problems such as malnutrition. Our situation is a bit like that in third-world countries or developing countries," said social worker Sze Lai-shan.

"Poverty undermines children's health and academic achievement.
Consequently, these children are likely to remain poor when they grow up. That is a vicious cycle where the poor will always stay poor and a social burden," she remarked.

CHILD LABORERS ABOUND

Sze estimates there are thousands of child laborers in Hong Kong, including hundreds picking through junk piles. Child labor is illegal in the city, but many elude the police by saying they are merely helping out their parents.

"I'm not happy when I'm picking garbage. I'm afraid people will laugh at me," admitted Chun.

Chun's father is in jail. His mother is from mainland China and is not allowed to work in Hong Kong, but manages to stay by repeatedly renewing her tourist visa.

Chun has to help take care of a three-year-old brother and a baby sister.

Crammed in a 100-square-foot flat, the family live from hand to mouth on monthly welfare payments of some HK$6,000 (US $770).

That is well below the per capita poverty line which Sze estimates at about HK$2,650 per person per month in the city, one of the world's most expensive places to live.

KIDS ARE HUNGRY

Many children from families on the dole get only half of their required daily energy intake, according to a recent survey by Sze's Society for Community Organization (SOCO).

In a recent survey, some said they picked through discarded food at markets looking for something to eat while others said only that they have obtained free food from various sources.

Wai, a 10-year-old boy who would not disclose his family name, says he regularly takes free packs of ketchup from a fast food chain.

"I mix it with rice," said the pale lad, whose family is too poor to afford dishes to accompany rice every day.

Rice is the staple food for Chinese and is usually eaten with dishes of meat, fish and vegetables. "I also put ketchup on bread," he added.

Unlike many of his peers who are better off, Wai has never eaten at McDonald's. To him, even fruit is a luxury that he seldom gets to eat.

Wai wore the same school uniform for three years before his mother bought him a new one.

"Carrying a heavy schoolbag, he walks half an hour to school and back every day to save transport expenses," said his mother Ho Siu-fong, who is chronically ill and unable to work.

The pair live on HK$4,000 of monthly welfare payments.
About 290,000 households in Hong Kong scrape by on social welfare and housing assistance. But the government, battling a ballooning deficit, has been cutting expenditure, including welfare payments to each claimant.

Social workers fear the government will announce cuts in welfare payments in its 2004/05 budget presentation on March 10.

"We're concerned about insufficient payments to families with children. We keep lobbying the government for rises. But there's some opposition from the public to such increases," said Law Chi-kwong, the lawmaker representing the social welfare sector.

Story by Carrie Lee
Story Date: 10/3/2004

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in the capitol of the richest nation on earth

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Washington DC Sued by Residents Over Lead in Water

WASHINGTON - Angry Washington residents filed suit this week against city authorities they said kept the public in the dark about excessive levels of poisonous lead in tap water in the nation's capital for more than two years.

The law firm representing the residents - two couples with infants whose tap water was found to contain as much as 30 times the acceptable level of lead in recent tests - said it also planned to file suit against the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency and other federal agencies.

Charles Patrizia, one of the lawyers at Washington law firm Paul, Hastings, Janofsky & Walker working on the case, said the suits sought more than anything else to force authorities to supply alternate clean drinking water and clean up the lead.

If ingested in critical levels, whether through water, paint dust or other means, lead can cause permanent brain damage to infants and young children. It can also be toxic to adults.

The lawsuit alleges the D.C. Water and Sewer Authority, or WASA, which buys treated water for delivery to the capital, first discovered unacceptable levels of lead in 2001 but covered up the findings and failed to alert the public after tests in subsequent years confirmed the findings.

WASA board Chairman Glenn Gerstell told a congressional hearing last week the authority alerted the city Health Department and affected customers directly in 2002 and had since made numerous public announcements.

A spokesman for Washington Mayor Anthony Williams said no residents had yet been diagnosed with any lead-related health problems.

The spokesman also highlighted efforts to distribute water filters to residents even before the EPA ordered the city last week to provide alternative drinking water to affected residents within 30 days.

The headlines over the lead levels are a blow to Washington's local leaders, who have in recent years begun to shake a reputation for chaotic management and shoddy services.

Story Date: 10/3/2004
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Green Tea

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http://www.dhn.csiro.au/radio8.html

No bs; just the facts. It does reduce cholesterol.

they're killing us for profit

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I can't prove this...yet. But I WILL!

Noticed a milk commercial today; said most Americans aren't getting enough calcium.

There will be a report, on the evening news tonight, that diet-and-exercise-related deaths in this country have risen over 30 percent.

Pharmaceutical companies are pushing: heartburn, cholesterol, blood pressure, constipation, "overactive" bladder and other digestive drugs.

I'm even convinced a lot of people who suffer from "depression" are actually malnourished!

If we eat crap, we'll buy drugs. Medicare and Medicaid pay for dietary problem drugs. But the poor can't get a prescription for FOOD!

Hell, our diets are SO bad, they're pushing Ensure, for healthy adults and children! That's a food suppliment for people who physically CAN'T EAT! When I used to be an aid to disabled people, I had to feed it to some of them!

I'll bet you damn near anything that, if you counted the vitamins and minerals in the daily intake of people who look like me: sixty pounds overweight, portruding belly, fatigue, pain.... I'll bet you ANYthing they're ALL MALNOURISHED!

It PAYS to keep us SICK!

When I was in the grocery today, I saw only 2 aisles of produce and meat. I saw SIX aisles of PROCESSED foods, mostly high carb, high fat, high sugar and high salt!

Do you know, for several years now, I've found it UNNECESSARY to walk down the middle aisles of grocery stores, for the most part? I only go to: dairy, meat, bread and produce!

I only go down the middle aisles about 1 out of 4 trips to the grocery. Usually, it's for pet food, paper products, baking and canned goods.

There's rarely anything in the freezers that I can afford or need, except occasional vegetables on sale.

Everything else on the shelves is toxic "cleaning" chemicals, processed foods and impulse items!

We need to liberate the grocery!

I'm telling you, I really think they're making us sick to sell drugs!

would a LITTLE respect KILL you?

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Went to clinic today. Took early bus, so I could shop at Stadium grocery, next door, first. Put groceries in suitcase with wheels, went to clinic.

Nurse practitioner isn't coming in 'til 1pm today; signed up for "walk in." They can't phone here, cuz my line is dedicated to internet, so they didn't bother to tell me she wasn't coming in.

Sat there an HOUR, waiting for results of blood tests which would FINALLY explain why I'm in SO MUCH PAIN!

Talked to security guard. Last time I was there, a well-groomed lady followed me over to grocery with guard. I'd lit match in stinking bathroom, so I wouldn't get sick from whatever evil, sick smell I was smelling. I had turned on vent and left door open, to air out room, when I left.

"We don't light matches in bathroom."

I explained why I'd done it. SHe didn't care, "we don't light matches in bathroom."

Security guard told me today he understood what I'd done. He also told me SHE WAS CONTEMPLATING HAVING ME ARRESTED!!

I have a warrant. A mentally ill man in the war zone was breaking into my house every day, stealing my dog and locking him in his yard.

He also stole Stumps' dog tags.

He called ANimal Control, reported stray dog, had dog picked up.

I bailed dog out, paid fines.

Then, my house was condemned, and I was homeless.

Apparantly, some sort of citation was mailed to the old address, and I didn't receive it. Dog without tags, I think, and dog running loose.

Citation went to warrant. I only found this out 2 yrs. ago; warrant's 7 yrs. old. I "failed to appear" in court.

ANY TIME I speak to a police officer, I'm in danger of going to jail!

Tried going to court. THey said I'd have to pay a $340.00 bond, just to SEE a judge! I can't come up with that kind of money. Explained that to court clerk and asked what I should do.

She said, "get the hell out of here, right this minute, before I have you booked and locked up."

So, for trying to protect my health and keep from breathing in someone else's sickly fecal matter, I could have been locked up for up to a WEEK, while my animals were here alone and my gate was unlocked!

I finally told the receptionist today I had to leave, to take bus home before transfer ran out!

Got letter from Vocational Rehab today; have appointment at end of March.

Got good groceries: pintos, lentils, canned chilis, marked down cream and cream cheese, tortilla corn meal, cabbage, lemons...all on sale.

Soon's I'm done writing this, I'm starting a pot each of: lentils, rice and beans.

Bob, homeless man, dropped off unopened sacks of navy beans and pasta.

I have plenty of food.

Monday, March 08, 2004

cats r weird people

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Silly ol' Chaco! He's sitting in the windowsill. His head's outside; his back legs are inside.

His ear starts itching.

So, he's kicking the hell out of the window pane, three inches from his ear.

oh lord

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Oh, sister Maya's on the radio, reciting Phenomenal Woman. Gawd, did I need to HEAR THAT!

I'm hurting so bad. Porky and I walked to Smith's for groceries today.

The baker had just taken loaves of whole wheat French bread out of the oven. I bought one and dang, it's good.

Butcher had another 1/2 turkey. It JUST came out of the oven, and I made me a sammich: just 2 hot slices of turkey and some of the drippings on that fresh bread. Had me a glass of milk. Nothing else: just wanted to taste the fresh food, without spices or sauces.

I got my bed linens in off the line, but I'm to tired to put them on the bed today. Did manage to wash dishes and put the groceries away.

Got canned: tuna, Mexican style tomatoes, tomato juice, mushrooms.

Got me some sharp cheddar cheese, to go with the fresh wheat tortillas...gonna make me turkey burritios again.

Got me some more milk; gonna try to make yogurt.

I'm in soooo much pain. And I'm real sleepy, even though I slept 14 hrs. last night. I'm just worn out.

I tried not to do too much today, since I have so much walking this week.

It's International Women's Day. Heard a story this morning about Afghani women, so desperate they're pouring fuel on themselves and setting themselves on fire. Yeah, we really "liberated" them, huh? 13 year old girls, forced to marry old lechs who rape and beat them.

The problems we're discussing in the news are ALL CAUSED BY MEN! EVERY DAMN ONE! I'm starting to think we oughta chemically castrate every male over the age of 6, for one generation. bastards.

So, my sisters, as your work is belittled and laughed at because it's not "man's" work, as you struggle to keep the kids fed, as you dodge another blow or insult or bullet, as you self mutilate with heeled shoes and extreme makeovers, as you turn on your sisters with hateful gossip because you think we have to compete, as you hate yourself and fear the men whose approval you're desperate to gain, remember:

Women hold up more than half the sky.

Stop being victims. And stop BLAMING the victims!

Their ways not only don't work, they're KILLING ALL OF US!

PUSSY POWER!

scooter's ready

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I took the scooter out, put it up on a table, and checked out the rear wheel assembly. I took it apart to remove the old inner tube.

In order to change the inner tube, I have to disassemble the brakes, remove the drive chain, remove the axle, remove the chain gear, and unbolt the wheel. The wheel's in two pieces, and the tire won't come loose until I split the wheel!

Lots of easily-lost, tiny parts.

I took out the tube and put the entire wheel assembly back together as it had been, so I won't forget its order.

I folded up some of the laundry I'd done on Saturday. I finished the cart wheel job.

Bob, the homeless guy, came by for a hair cut and some tamales.

He'd brought me some tamales he gets at a factory. They put them out when the date is up. They throw out lots of them. So, it looks like I have free dog and cat food, as long as he brings me some.

His hair is fine and curly. He's been wearin a wool cap for four months. The hair was matted like a Brillo pad. And something nasty and crusty, which seems to be eminating from an old scar on his scalp, was crusted into it. No bugs.

I wrapped a sheet of plastic around him, like a smock. I made him rub some hand lotion into his hair, to act as conditioner and detangler.

I tried very very hard not to touch his hair or head.

I used a wide toothed comb and gently pulled the mat away from the scalp. I had to cut through the matting in five places, just to loosen it up enough. I didn't want to cut his hair too close to the scalp.

It took me about an hour to cut all the mats out. I'd managed not to hack big gaps out of his hair. It was all at least an inch long.

So, I trimmed it up and evened it out.

I told him to come by this morning, after it warms up, to take a real shower and wash his head. He couldn't yesterday, as the hair cut ran late in the day. He doesn't want to be wet when it gets cold.

He bought a box of beer, and I actually drank a few.

The cow in the basement walked by. Porkchop was in the empty lot, sleeping on leaf mulch in one of my garden beds. She startled him and he growled and barked at her. He was on his leash, behind sturdy chain link fencing.

Before she saw Bob sitting there, she said, "I'm going to kill your dog!"

Bob didn't say anything and I ignored her and kept talking about what I was saying before she'd arrived.

After she was gone, I explained how the people in my bldg. treat me, that she's a ring leader. I asked him to continue to ignore her out bursts.

I'm glad to have a witness now, though.

She's a vicious drunk.

Porkchop couldn't and didn't hurt her.

Every dog along the alley did EXACTLY the same thing: at least five dogs. They all charged their chain link fences, growled, snarled and barked at her. But MY dog, she wants to kill. uh huh.

So, I'll make sure Porky's tether is short enough he can't reach her as long as she STAYS in the alley and doesn't try to approach my back gate.

She may have done something, deliberately, to provoke him; I don't know; I can't see that corner of the yard from my gate; there's a salt cedar tree in the way. That's why she only saw me, and not Bob.

I went to bed early last night.

Today is food stamps day. Smith's has lots of canned stuff on sale today, so Pork and I are going shopping in a few minutes.

It's going to be a hard week: shopping today, clinic and radion station tomorrow, station on Thursday. Lots of walking. I may have to skip the radio station tomorrow.

And Rachel, volunteer coordinator, wants me in volunteer orientation next Sunday. After I do orientation, I'm allowed to do more at the station.

I'm in SO MUCH PAIN. I'm really dreading walking today.

Saturday, March 06, 2004

warm day

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I did too much. I washed 5 loads of laundry: mostly blankets.

I worked on my cart today: built a cover out of a flat, metal wire I'd found. It's built sort of like a basket, held together where it crosses with CDs (aol.com, etc). There's mylar garland and mardi gras beads all over it. I hung the fabric from an umbrella up inside, to shade groceries. I'll have Marcos take a digital pic of it.

I'm getting the cart ready first. Tomorrow, I'll fix the flat tire on it.

Then, I'll check the scooter to make sure it's all in good shape and take the wheels off so I can put on new tubes.

I want it all ready, so I can start driving it as soon as possible.

I"ve been crying, off and on, ever since the incident at RB Winning's the other night.

Impotent rage is the worst feeling in the world.

When that kid said, "I don't care," he disappeared me; I no longer existed; nothing about my struggles or talents or experience or pain or courage or anything about my life mattered. It was hideous.

Telling me to "f..." myself was NOTHING compared to "I don't care."

That's the MOST EVIL THING ANYONE can say about a person!

My heart hurts over it. It haunts and torments me.

I want to hurt him. I want to torch the restaurant. I want them to suffer and I want to make them disappear.

I want them to FEEL what they did to me!

It felt just like a beating. JUST like a beating!

Friday, March 05, 2004

to KUNM

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Dear Rachel, Marcos and Paul,

I want to thank you for your generosity, respect, kindness and welcome.

I'm not accustomed to such, and every smile, kind word, explanation of equipment and operations, and silly gesture is medicine to me.

Since I screwed up the courage to walk into that station, something profoundly damaged in me is beginning to heal.

I respect and appreciate the work of the station so much. To be welcomed into such useful and necessary work is a paradigm shift for me.

I get treated very badly, out on the streets of Albuquerque. Some people see me, Porkchop and my cart and prejudge me. I think many assume I'm crazy and that I'm homeless. If these things were true, they ought to be reason for compassion and patience. Instead, I'm treated with contempt, scorn, abuse.

I try to be dignified, but it's very hard.

An intelligent, articulate, creative, inquisitive person like me doesn't wind up eating out of dumpsters and pulling her own teeth unless something catastrophic has happened to her.

Slowly, I'll begin to reveal my story. I'm dancing all around it, with my sonnets, blogs, KUNM commentaries, etc.

I hope to do more. I hope to speak about some of the disadvantaged, particularly for those who've lost, or never had, a voice. My experience isn't singular; it's symptomatic.

But I'm very traumatized. I'm in a lot of pain. I'm scared and self protective. It will take time.

Please be patient with me, if I'm too needy or peculiar. My social skills are out of shape. And I'm so close to the edge of failure, I sometimes get frantic.

I have much to offer KUNM. I have much to offer, period, when someone will let me and not slam doors in my face. KUNM hasn't done so, and I'm very grateful.

I need to tell my experiences to the public: the beatings, the rapes, the death of my daughter, the homelessness, the constant rejection when I'm out in public. I need to be part of the solution, not a victim of the problems.

I will work like a dang dog for KUNM, if I can have a little space at the station in which to do my work. I'm very loyal. I have integrity. I'm a good "mother" and a supportive friend.

I'm not at the station to massage my ego, brandish my manifestos, steal the CDs, mystify the obvious or otherwise do anything that will place more of a drain on the station.

I really want to be useful. Correction: I really NEED to be useful!

Everybody at the station has been SO NICE to me! What a nurturing and productive environment you've all created together!

Even the grumpy people are funny!

Thank you for this opportunity to be part of the KUNM community.

Please thank Tristan for helping me with my last commentary sound file. He was professional, respectful and informative.

You guys have helped me more than you'll ever know and more than I could ever articulate, and I ain't a shabby writer.

Keep the faith,

Rogi Riverstone

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Puerto Rican Obituary

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Pedro Pietri
Puerto Rican Obituary

They worked
They were always on time
They were never late
They never spoke back
when they were insulted

They worked
They never took days off
that were not on the calendar
They never went on strike
without permission

They worked
ten days a week
and were only paid for five

They worked

They worked

They worked
and they died

They died broke
They died owing
They died never knowing
what the front entrance
of the first national city bank looks like

Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
passing their bill collectors
on to the next of kin

All died
waiting for the garden of eden
to open up again
under a new management

All died
dreaming about america
waking them up in the middle of the night

screaming: Mira Mira
your name is on the winning lottery ticket
for one hundred thousand dollars

All died
hating the grocery stores
that sold them make-believe steak
and bullet-proof rice and beans

All died waiting dreaming and hating

Dead Puerto Ricans
Who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break
from the ten commandments
to KILL KILL KILL
the landlords of their cracked skulls
and communicate with their latino souls

Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
From the nervous breakdown streets
where the mice live like millionaires
and the people do not live at all
are dead and were never alive

Juan
died waiting for his number to hit

Miguel
died waiting for the welfare check
to come and go and come again

Milagros
died waiting for her ten children
to grow up and work
so she could quit working

Olga
died waiting for a five dollar raise

Manuel
died waiting for his supervisor to drop dead
so he could get a promotion

Is a long ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long island cemetery
where they were buried
First the train
and then the bus
and the cold cuts for lunch
and the flowers
that will be stolen
when visiting hours are over
Is very expensive

Is very expensive
But they understand
Their parents understood
Is a long non-profit ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long~island cemetery

Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Dreaming
Dreaming about queens
Clean-cut lily-white neighborhood
Puerto Ricanless scene
Thirty-thousand-dollar home
The first spics on the block
Proud to belong to a community
of gringos who want them lynched
Proud to be a long distance away
from the sacred phrase: Que Pasa

These dreams
These empty dreams
from the make-believe bedrooms
their parents left them
are the after-effects
of television programs
about the ideal
white american family
with black maids
and latino janitors
who are well train
to make everyone
and their bill collectors
laugh at them
and the people they represent

Juan
died dreaming about a new car

Miguel
died dreaming about new anti-poverty programs

Milagros
died dreaming about a trip to Puerto Rico

Olga
died dreaming about real jewelry

Manuel
died dreaming about the irish sweepstakes

They all died
like a hero sandwich dies
in the garment district
at twelve o'clock in the afternoon

social security number to ashes
union dues to dust

They knew
they were born to weep
and keep the morticians employed
as long as they pledge allegiance
to the flag that wants them destroyed

They saw their names listed
in the telephone directory of destruction

They were trained to turn
the other cheek by newspapers
that mispelled mispronounced
and misunderstood their names
and celebrated when death came
and stole their final laundry ticket

They were born dead
and they died dead

Is time
to visit sister lopez again
the number one healer
and fortune card dealer
in Spanish Harlem
She can communicate
with your late relatives
for a reasonable fee
Good news is guaranteed

Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
Let them know this right away

Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
Now that your problems are over
and the world is off your shoulders help those who you left behind
find financial peace of mind

Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
If the right number we hit
all our problems will split
and we will visit your grave
on every legal holiday

Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
Let them know this right away
We know your spirit is able
Death is not dumb and disable
RISE TABLE RISE TABLE

Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Hating fighting and stealing
broken windows from each other
Practicing a religion without a roof
The old testament
The new testament
according to the gospel
of the internal revenue
the judge and jury and executioner
protector and eternal bill collector
Secondhand sh)t for sale

Learn how to say Como Esta Usted
and you will make a fortune

They are dead

They are dead
and will not return from the dead
until they stop neglecting
the art of their dialogue
for broken english lessons
to impress the mister goldsteins
who keep them employed
as lavaplatos porters messenger boys
factory workers maids stock clerks
shipping clerks assistant mailroom
assistant, assisant assistant
to the assistant's assistant
assistant lavaplatos and automatic
artificial smiling doormen
for the lowest wages of the ages
and rages when you demand a raise
because is against the company policy
to promote SPICS SPICS SPICS

Juan
died hating Miguel because Miguel's used car was in better running condition
than his used car

Miguel
died hating Milagros because Milagros
had a color television set
and he could not afford one yet

Milagros
died hating Olga because Olga
made five dollars more on the same job

Olga
died hating Manuel because Manuel
had hit the numbers more times
than she had hit the numbers

Manuel
died hating all of them
Juan
Miguel
Milagros
and Olga
because they all spoke broken english
more fluently than he did

And now they are together
in the main lobby of the void
Addicted to silence
Off limits to the wind
Confine to worm supremacy
in long island cemetery

This is the groovy hereafter
the protestant collection box
was talking so loud and proud about
Here lies Juan
Here lies Miguel
Here lies Milagros
Here lies Olga
Here lies Manuel
who died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow

Always broke
Always owing
Never knowing
that they are beautiful people
Never knowing
the geography of their complexion
PUERTO RICO IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACE
PUERTORRIQUENOS ARE A BEAUTIFUL RACE

If only they
had turned off the television
and tune into their own imaginations

If only they
had used the white supremacy bibles for toilet paper purpose
and make their latino souls
the only religion of their race

If only they
had return to the definition of the sun
after the first mental snowstorm
on the summer of their senses

If only they
had kept their eyes open
at the funeral of their fellow employees
who came to this country to make a fortune
and were buried without underwears

Juan
Miguel
Milagros
Olga
Manuel
will right now be doing their own thing
where beautiful people sing
and dance and work together
where the wind is a stranger
to miserable weather conditions
where you do not need a dictionary
to communicate with your people
Aqui Se Habla Espanol all the time
Aqui you salute your flag first
Aqui there are no dial soap commericals
Aqui everybody smells good
Aqui tv dinners do not have a future
Aqui the men and women admire desire
and never get tired of each other
Aqui Que Paso Power is what's happening

Aqui to be called negrito
means to be called LOVE

Puerto Rican Obituary,
Pedro Pietri,
Monthy Review Press,
N. Y., London, 1973, pp. 1 - 11

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Flouncing around in cold rain doesn't do anything for me.

I have eye strain, from squinting to find puddles in the dark.

And everything hurts so bad! Upper back, shoulders, arms from pushing cart; legs, feet hips from walking soooo far.

My ankles and feet are swollen like sausages and it's very hard to walk.

It's a very rainy, gloomy day. I'm so glad I'm not homeless. Last night, the wind screamed past my bedroom wall, and I worried for the homeless people.

So, I suppose I'll be spending most of the day in bed.

I have my new tortillas and plan to make more burritos today.

But I'm weak as a Republican argument and twice as painful.

So, the dust bunnies and other crap will have to wait.

I suppose I should wash dishes; I haven't seen the bottom of my sink for two days. Dishes, in a tiny kitchen, must be kept cleaned and put away. There's just no room for dish sculptures while cooking on a one-foot space!

I'll post my burrito stuffing recipe later.

I just caught up yesterday's blogs and cleared out my inboxes.

And I seriously have to pee now, so the recipe will wait.

I'm almost out of asprin. I'll have to go get some when the weather clears in the next, few days.

I'm happy to announce we've had almost as much percipitation in the last week as we normally have in a monsoon month!

It's such a blessing. I'm not saying the drought is over, but if you knew how badly the earth here has been grieving for water!

As I walk across campus, I see baby daffodil and tulip sprouts coming up. I've seen some crocus bloom. Yesterday, I saw a three inch tall Dutch iris cluster in full bloom!

The ducks are totally horny and biting each others' tails.

The birds are coming back and making "come get me" noises.

Buds are swelling on every bare tree branch.

It's a glorious season to be alive!

Thursday, March 04, 2004

Jill of All Trades

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I was driving my VW through Topanga Canyon one pretty, summery day. I stopped at a record store and found "Seductive Reasoning," by Maggie and Terri Roche The Roches. Must've been '75, cuz the album was new. I knew nothing about them, but the lyrics on the jacket were fine.

I really love the Roches. They've got a new album out with a song called, "Anyway." That song gets played with noticable frequency on KUNM. It's about lost causes. I relate.

These women are good writers. They sing acoustic 3 part harmony.

Here are the lyrics to the song I was quoting in the previous post.

jill of all trades
(Words & Music by Margaret A. Roche)

Blowin' in from Boulder with braids
Jill of all trades
Jill above all

Runnin' in to luck
South of the border
Why you wanna stuck
With a needle and a kid?

You didn't guess his kind of love
Could be made on a business trip
Jill the old maid

Go on, get out of here
You and me ought to both run away
In this swelling of the moon

We know how you lay
And how he's bored with the way
He told it in the bar
Ah, and then he'll follow with the columns in the Morning Star
Tryin' to find where the jobs are

And there's chances on the edge of town
Blowin' by an east-bound car
Blowin' by an east-bound car

It was snowin' in Boulder on my way home
Jill of all trades
Jill who stayed

All of you will buy a ticket just to see my face again


Now, I am a Jill of All Trades. Never got stuck with a needle and a kid...coupla temporary PIGS, but shook them off fast enough to survive.

'course, the line to which I relate isn't about Jill; it's about the narrator: the woman who made it out, who didn't end up a powerless victim.

Anyway, I've loved that line for nearly thirty years. It has brought me much comfort, on nights like these, when all people see is human garbage.

Buy everything the Roches ever recorded and send it ALL to me! :)

RB Winning's coffee house is a fraud

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I waited 'til after the 5 o'clock news, b4 leaving the station today. I wanted to see if there was any reaction to my latest commentary KUNM. It's listed there, probably under news. You can hear it, too.

I did take Porkchop, because I was an idiot and trusted the weather forcasters when they said it was going to clear for the rest of the day. He spent a couple of hours in the radio station. Marcos likes him, even tho Porky jumped up in his office recliner chair. Marcos is the program director, and not someone you wanna piss off. Marcos took some digital photos of me and Porky; you'll see them tomorrow; I'm too tired.

I got me some fresh made tortillas at Frontier and headed over to Winnings.

I tried putting Porky out back, near the parking lot. BUt there was no protection from the rain. I tried to get him to sleep in the cart, covered with my umbrella and my shower curtain, but the curtain, blowing in the wind, scared him.

So, I brought Porky and the cart around front. THere's an awning and some lawn furniture on the side walk there.

I made him a "tent" out of the shower curtain and laid his blanket down for him to sleep.

A girl who worked there told me they don't allow dogs on their "patio."

It's pitch black out and raining like hell. Nobody's sitting out there. I could understand if it were a sunny, busy day, but come on!

So, I explained I just wanted to read, that I'd signed up to be 3rd and I could leave soon.

She said something with her back turned to me so I couldn't hear.

I had to disturb someone reading to chase her across the restarurant and ask what she'd said. She was being snotty.

SHe said the owner wouldn't like it. I explained I'd take responsibility, if he came in, so she wouldn't have any trouble. I also made it clear that these were exceptional circumstances which probably would never be repeated.

I also explained I'd walked very far in the rain to be there and that this was the first time in 20 years I'd read publicly.

I sat and listened to some other poets. Then, during a break, I went out to check on Porky, who was fine.

THat girl followed me out and said, "you're done reading now. Leave."

I said, "you don't have to act like a snotty cow about this. You're poisoning a very important night for me."

I started packing up.

A male employee, disguised as a hippy, came out and started on me. "I don't appreciate the way you spoke to her.

I said, I didn't appreciate the way she spoke to me, and what the heck did he think I said to her?

"You called her a snotty cow."

"No, I did not. I said she didn't have to ACT LIKE a snotty cow. I walked miles to get here. I don't have a car. I just needed some shelter for my dog for awhile...."

"I don't care."

So, I told him they were posers, hippy wannabees, fakes, superficial, all about the money with no substance.

He told me to go have intercourse with myself and got RIGHT in my face, like he was going to hit me.

"That's how you talk to customers?"

"That's how I talk to YOU!"

I told him the place is filthy; you can smell rotten food smells for a block away and the stench inside is repulsive.

Some health food restaurant, huh?

Some venue for poetry, huh?

And, about dogs on their so-called "patio" aka public sidewalk: I've walked past that place off and on for the past ten years. There are ALWAYS dogs out there! Occasionally a cat!

See, lots of homeless guys hang out there. So, they're playing bouncer with the freeloaders.

Y'know why I didn't buy a soda...although I really wanted one...while I was there? The stench. It's not a garbage in the alley stench; it comes from INSIDE the restaurant.

So, I'm never going back there again.

What a friggin FRAUD!

Just WAIT 'til people in this town start respecting my writing!

The BEST people in this town already dig me: people at the radio station!

Just WAIT 'til Vocational Rehab. gets done putting me through school and I start bringing in some serious money!

Maybe, in the mean time, I'll call the health department.

So, if you're coming through Albuquerque and want a nice place to eat, stay away from Winning's on the 100 block of Harvard, South East of Central Ave, across from University of New Mexico.

Who NEEDS it?

Actually, go to the Swiss bakery, next door. They're charming people, the food's fresh and professionally made. They've always been pleasant and respectful and don't mind I'm low income. And I leave Porky out front, under their tree, every time I shop there; they've never said a word.

This wasn't about Porkchop, at all. This was a way to slap a bag lady back in her place. HAH! NOT!

Meanwhile, some VERY good poets complimented me, which means the world...and the people listening laughed in all the right places.

To quote the Roche sisters, "All of you will buy a ticket, just to see my face again."

ps: the cats really missed me; they're all over me.

And Porkchop was SO good at the radio station today, I actually let go of his leash! He stayed right by my side.

not much from me today

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I have a hideous amount of walking in cold rain to do today. I'm leaving for the radio station in about an hour.

Then, I'll have the long walk back to the poetry reading, in the dark.

I'm stopping by Frontier Restaurant for some fresh baked tortillas, cuz I'm making turkey burritos, and boy, are they GOOD!

I'm dreading this. There's snow on the east side of the mountains.

The rain has stopped for now, and there's no snow advisory for my area, but it's going to be miserable out there.

They're saying it's drying up now.

I'm not complaining; we sure as hell needed the moisture.

But, have you ever stepped in a slushy puddle, and had to walk in a wet shoe?

sigh.


But I have to go to the station. I need to print out my poems, buy a postage stamp, record my commentary...

and I'm going to use their microwave to warm two burritos for my supper.

I'm leaving Porkchop at home. He'll be so disappointed.

by the way: I ordered 2 inner tubes today. it's $25, incl. postage. It'll take about 4 days for the eCheck to clear PayPal, and another week for shipping.

It was the cheapest way I could buy tubes without dealing with that idiot over on eBay. He worries me.

FitDay.com

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I heard about FitDay.com on the local news last night. So, I looked them up.

Before you sign up, read this: FitDay.com Privacy Statement

Information Collected
FitDay collects personal information about you when you sign up for a FitDay account. This information includes your age, weight, sex, and level of activity.
Once you sign up for an account and sign into FitDay.com, you are not anonymous to us.

FitDay also stores the information you enter about foods, activities, goals, and all other information collected in the online forms.

FitDay logs information such as the IP address that you access the server with, and what pages you requested.

FitDay may use this information to target specific advertisements or to suggest items to you.


If you don't want to be "cookied," and followed around the internet, go to: http://www.doubleclick.com/us/about_doubleclick/privacy/ and click on their "ad opt-out function. They SAY it prevents advertisers with Double Click from giving you cookies.

Now, for the good news: this is a very good online resource.

You can carefully track ALL your physical activity, including such things as writing, washing dishes, grocery shopping, etc.

You can input every bite you eat.

It will tell you if you've burned the calories you've eaten.

It will tell you if your diet is balanced, and by what percentages.

It will tell you if you've received the recommended daily allowances of ALL nutrients.

I am malnourished; for several critical vitamins and minerals, I'm below fifty percent! This includes calcium.

By entering every bite, every activity I can see where my nutrition is lacking and what I need to change to improve it.

Now, this system isn't perfect. For instance, "seafood cocktail" isn't listed as a food, and it would take me forever to add less-than-one-ounce each of: squid, cuttlefish, clams, octopus, mussels, shrimp, white fish, cocktail sauce. However, I CAN add a "customized food," so I'll see if I can create "seafood cocktail" as a regular food in my diet.

It even calculates for herbs, spices, sweeteners, fats...everything. They don't list all herbs, etc, but enought to give you an idea of their nutritional benefits.

I am malnourished. And my diet has been very bad: depending mostly on cheap sugars, fats and carbohydrates to stave off hunger.

My calorie intake averages in the range of 1,500 to 2,000 per day; it should be about 2,200.

And this is my calorie intake, even after trying to modify my nutrition to make it healthier.

I don't know if this thing accomodates for "weird" foods, such as soy flour, for instance. But, again, I can customize.

THere's a CDrom you can buy, for your computer or palm pilot or whatever, if you're rich and lazy.

But this online verison is easy to read and use, free, fast loading (even on an MSNTV) and VERY informative, if you take the time to really use it.

Just remember to guard your privacy, as much as possible.

I don't want the Office of Homeland Security arresting me for eating Palestinian goat cheese!

Wednesday, March 03, 2004

free breakfast

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Homeless guy was out there this morning.

I warmed up the last 2 pork burritos. We ate them while everything else cooked.

He has brought me so much free food, I made a great breakfast for us with the following:

New potato strips, fried in free butter, seasoned with free seasoning, covered in "nacho" style cheese. I made a 6 egg omlette, fried in free butter, topped with free parmesan cheese. All served with free pickled jalepenos!~

It was a big breakfast.

We sat outside and talked, drinking up a whole pot of coffee. I gave him a couple of cigarettes, too.

We worked out our deal: he'll bring me stuff and can use my washer and my bathroom and phone, as long as it's local. I'll cook for him.

I also suggested he store stuff here until we can have a yard sale.

Sure wish we could get to the flea market.

I sliced the snot out of my thumb, cutting up potatoes. ouchies!

I went to the Pueblo Cultural Center for cheap cigarettes and stopped at WalGreens for cheap toilet paper.

I am going to have to continue stealing toilet paper from the university this month, though.

I checked out prices for inner tubes on the 'net today; the cheapest is eleven dollars, including postage. Gotta wait three days for the $ I just transferred to PayPal to clear, so I can order one on eBay.

HOPEFULLY, I'll have my dang SCOOTER up and running again by the end of next dang WEEK! GRRRRRR...

I feel so TRAPPED without my scooter! Can't go anywhere, and am wearing myself OUT walking so far!

Tomorrow night, there's an open mic poetry reading at Winning's coffee joint on Harvard St. That's about 1/2 way between my house and the radio station.

So, I'll be going to the station later, so Porky and I can go to the poetry reading. I'm going to print out some of my stuff to read. They almost published one of my sonnets in "Central Ave," their journal, but pulled it at the last minute. Seems another poet died last month, and they wanted to publish one of his. But they like my stuff, anyway... So, I'm going to get brave and read to hip hoppity college kids tomorrow night, with my fat gut, rotten teeth and grey hair! LOL

Now, if I had that scooter, I coulda zipped over to the radio station, zipped back here for supper and zipped back and forth to the poetry reading, all without getting tired. I may be walking back, late at night, in cold rain or snow...sigh. And it's SCARY to walk alone at night!

I really can't afford an inner tube this month, but the heck with it.

IF the homeless guy keeps me in pet food, and the university keeps me in toilet paper, that covers my biggest nonfood expenses for the month.

I was hoping to pay six dollars for six months' membership at the co-op this month, but looks like I can't afford that. Means I'll have to pay more for soy flour, but what the hell? I just won't buy much there this month. They ought to give people on food stamps the reduced members' price, anyway, since, obviously, we ain't got money to piss away. shoot.

But the co-op will wait 'til I have an inner tube. It's a long way. Besides, I want to look in their dumpster.

The cats, as usual, missed me today. It's so nice, in bad weather, when I come home tired and in pain. They all pile up on the bed with me, barely touching me. Even enemies sleep near each other peacefully, just to be near me.

It's a nice thing to come home to...

Well, five days 'til food stamps. I'm going to take that last 1/2 turkey out of the freezer, right now, to cook on Friday.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I was getting worried about Porkchop today. He hates that bag of cheap dog food I bought, and it's running out, anyway.

My money doesn't come until tomorrow, so what to do?

Went dumpster diving for him. FOund a little, but not much.

I found me half a gallon of UNOPENED MILK! Date went up yesterday! oh, please! It's good for about a week after the "sell by" date. Opened the seal and sniffed: it's perfect.

Then, at the alley leading away from Wendy's, I found a brand new Dr. Pepper, large size, just left there! Still full, not even a straw in it, ice unmelted. Now, I'm not crazy about Dr. Pepper; tastes like carbonated prune juice, to me. but hell!

I came back half frozen. Found I missed the homeless guy again, dang it! He left a HUGE sack of food.

Unopened packages of cookies, pudding cups, freeze dried shrimp (which will be tasty in the Japanese soup mix, with some tofu and rice noodles), pickled jalepenos, picante sauce.

And he brought over two dozen eggs: LARGE! it was 2 18 packs: one full, one with 3 eggs missing. I made me a 3 egg omlette, with milk, picante and parmesan cheese. Couldn't finish it; fed the rest to Osa.

I'm baking a pet casserole right now: corn meal, chicken broth (that homeless brought today), six eggs and some of the milk.

So, Porkchop's MORE than covered! He's also got 3 hot dogs left that the guy brought me yesterday.

I'm going to make some flan with the eggs and milk later, with caramel sauce and everything.

GERMAN PANCAKES!! WHOO HOOO!!!! I LOVE german pancakes! And I made lime curd to put on them...and still have a few oranges left.

The homeless guy is finding lots of packages of baby carrots, for some reason. I rinse them off and eat them like candy.

I STILL haven't thawed out my last half turkey yet!

I'm HOPING I can warm some of those pork burritos for the homeless guy, if I can stop MISSING him! LOL They're REALLY good.

I didn't go to the radio station today. I emailed and said I'd be in on Thursday. I've got lots of errands to run tomorrow, adn I need to save my strenght.

The rain's turning to snow, anyway.

Thank you, albuquerque, for throwing out such WONDERFUL food!

I'm going to tell the homeless guy he can shower and do his laundry here. I'll pay him five dollars a month for food, too. ANd I'll cook for him.

Right now, smells like the pet food casserole is done, so I need to take care of that.

And I think I'll have me some Dr. Pepper and some chocolate chip COOKIES!

Diet? what diet?

Monday, March 01, 2004

Asthma Rampant Among Homeless NY Children

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Study: Asthma Rampant Among Homeless NY Children

CHICAGO - Roughly two out of five homeless children in New York City have asthma and some go undiagnosed and untreated, researchers said yesterday.

The 40 percent rate of asthma among the estimated 9,400 children who are homeless at any one time in the nation's largest city is six times the U.S. rate, which has been escalating in recent decades for reasons that are unclear, the researchers said.

Some say asthma rates are climbing because the respiratory illness is diagnosed more often; others blame exposure to pollutants, worsening allergies, and overuse of antibiotics.

The U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention said 16 million or about 7.5 percent of Americans reported having asthma in 2002, up 4 percent from the year before. In 1980, using different criteria, the health agency said the incidence was 3 percent.

Black and Latino children have much higher rates of asthma than whites, and children from poorer backgrounds are also more susceptible to the lung ailment.

A random sample of 740 homeless children whose families entered three New York shelters from June 1998 to September 1999 found 40 percent of the children had asthma and roughly one-third of the cases had not been previously diagnosed.

"Asthma in homeless children is also likely to be severe and substantially under-treated," wrote Dr. Diane McLean of Columbia University and the New York State Psychiatric Institute.

If asthma goes untreated with anti-inflammatory drugs it can irreversibly damage the lungs, and often leads to frequent trips to hospital emergency rooms, she wrote in the journal, The Archives of Pediatrics & Adolescent Medicine.

Story Date: 2/3/2004
� Reuters News Service 2003

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7 forbidden foods that r good 4 u

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Y'know, I have a lot of common sense. I'm not bragging, I'm just saying...

I gave up margerine over a year ago. I started eating butter, instead.

Butter costs about four times as much! It's full of fat! What's WRONG with me?!?

I ate a LOT of margerine. I smeared it heavily on breads; I pan fried with it; I heaped it into hot cereals, vegetables, pastas....

Suddenly, it occurred to me: margerine is CRAP! It's synthetic in color, flavor and texture. It's plastic food, and it's got to be nasty!

It also occurred to me: I grew up on real butter. I was missing it, and was reminded of that, every time I reached for the slop tub. And the only margerines I could afford were made with saturated fats, so it wasn't like it was healthier or anything.

The reason I was using so MUCH margerine was that I was craving the sensation of butter!

So, a year ago Thanksgiving, I quit buying margerine. I made a vow to myself: butter or nothing.

I fry with nonstick spray or corn oil, or nothing at all. That has eliminated most of my consumption.

On breads, I LIGHTLY smear room-temperature butter, so it just glistens a tad. I literally shave a bit of butter into mashed taters, grits, hot cereals, etc. I don't eat it on pastas any more; if I can ever afford it, I'll use olive oil for that.

In other words, I've satisfied my life-long cravings for butter, and have greatly reduced my fat consumption, as a result!

It takes me at least 2 months to eat four sticks of butter. I used to buy margerine twice a month!

Margerine on sale was about thirty cents a pound.

Butter on sale is about two dollars a pound.

So, I'm paying sixty cents more per two months, and I'm using less cooking fat. HAH!

Well, lately, I've been thinking about cow's milk. Mad Cow got me started, but I've been wondering about stuff like lactose intolerance in humans.

Such a pervasive allergy to a food indicates we're not, as humans, designed to suck cow teats all day. And, being part Cherokee, and knowing Native Americans are harder hit both by lactose intolerance and by diabetes (and that these seem to be scientifically connected), I was interested.

Then, I discovered the goat cheese at the Palestinian grocery. It's as cheap as cow cheese. The flavor and texture are much more strong. I use less and enjoy it a helluva lot more.

Today, for example, I made burritos from 2 pork tenderloin chops and some tortillas the homeless guy brought me from the garbage. I smeared them with pilaf, my refries and a whisper of that jalepeno sour cream I got on sale. I cut thin, thin slices of crumbly goat cheese: probably only about 3 or 4 tablespoons.

That was MORE than enough cheese for eight burritos! Seriously!

Now, with commercial, block cheese...even sharp cheddar...I could easily have put four tablespoons on EACH BURRITO! No kidding! LOL.

So, I looked up goat cheese. I'll try to find the URL...

here it is: http://www.wholehealthmd.com/refshelf/foods_view/1,1523,278,00.html It compares goat, cow and human milk nutrition...if I found the right link.

I didn't here's the one with comparisons: http://www.northernprairiechevre.com/nutrition.html

That URL sent me to a Redbook article on "forbidden" foods.

http://magazines.ivillage.com/redbook/print/0,,405329,00.html

Another thing I've been wondering: if eggs are so bad for you, how come European peasants don't get heart disease? Guess what? eggs are one of the "forbidden" foods.

It's kind of like wine: how come European peasants aren't alcoholics? same principles.

Which reminds me: I meant to get me some wine this month. A glass a day or so is good for reducing cholesterol...and forgetting your feet hurt! LOL

SO, all the friggin propoganda is just that: PR.

COMMON SENSE is the best nutrition!

see, we eat vast quantities of easily accessible, processed crap, full of empty calories. We don't eat like our ancestors anymore.

Foraging and gathering are our heritage and legacy. Fast food joints, tubs of flavored fats, cellophane bags of styrofoam snacks, cakes that don't spoil, meat that bounces...these aren't foods!

A bunch of that crap the homeless guy, and some cheese puffs, I dumped out in the flower beds for the birds.

The birds won't eat them. Neither would the dog, who eats cat poop.

Neither will Osa, my carbohydrate cat. She'll eat my home made: pasta, potato chips, french fries, tortillas, bread, crackers, cookies, pie crusts....but she won't eat that artificial crap I put out for the birds!

We're being poisoned, and paying for it.

REAL nutritional info!

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finally, some decent dietary info!

I don't have digestive problems, that I know of, but my cholesterol's high. So, I googled "high fiber," and this was the very first site, WITH sample diets:

http://www.gicare.com/pated/edtgs01.htm

Seems I was right about carrots.

Pintos are pretty low on the list, for some reason. But lentils are high in fiber, and I can cook them with almost anything.

Fruit fiber, I've been hearing, is better for cholesterol reduction than vegetable.

And when they say brown rice is more beneficial than white, they MEAN it! It's about 4 times higher in fiber, and heavens only knows how many more vitamins and minerals it has!

I have a theory. Y'know how the atkins diet says carbs make you hungry?

I'm thinking we're not supposed to eat 3 meals a day. I think we were designed to eat all day, every day, whenever we could snag something edible, most of which would be leaves, seeds, grains, roots, etc, with a smattering of protein (which is harder to CATCH!).

I'm thinking that, if I keep a good supply of fruit, vegetables, whole grain foods and other COMPLEX carbohydrates around and nibble all day, I'll be happier.

It's sort of what I've been doing, all along, anyway. But I wasn't focusing on complex carbs, esp. fresh produce.

Can you tell I'm getting ready for my foodstamps to come in a week?

I'm going to experiment this month.

I'm going to try to eat at least one small bowl of lentils or beans, every day.

My every day diet will also contain one of each of the following:

fish

fiber cereal

fruit

whole grains

soy

Now, I don't have to eat a lot of any of it, just so I get a little every day.

I'm going to stop buying marked-down bread at Smiths; it's made with white flour. I'm going to buy some other flours and experiment with making my own breads, crackers and pastas. Homemade is much cheaper than store bought. I see rye crackers there; they're perfect with fish, and I really like them.

I'm interested in soy flour, if there is such a thing, mixed with white flour, to make pastas, dumplings, etc.

Sure wish I could shop online for food, but I have stamps. Getting to Wild Oats market and the Evil Food Co-op is HARD! They're pretty far away. The coop is expensive. WO would be cheaper, but would take half a day, waiting for busses.

http://www.soyfoods.com/soyfoodsdescriptions/soyflour.html

http://www.soyfoods.com/

WARNING: I WOULD NEVER BUY ANYTHING FROM "REVIVIAL FOODS!" THEY ARE A FUNDAMENTALIST "CHRISTIAN" OUTFIT!

Poor People's March

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In a national press conference held at the Center for Constitutional=20 Rights (CCR) in New York City on Thursday, February 19, leaders of the=20 Poor People's Economic Human Rights Campaign from New York City and=20 across the country announced plans to protest at the Republican National= =20 Convention.

During the week preceeding the Republican National Convention, which=20 starts on August 30th of this year, the Poor People's Economic Human=20 Rights Campaign (PPEHRC) will erect a Bushville Tent City at an=20 undisclosed location near the site of the convention. Throughout the=20 week, PPEHRC organizers will be taking members of the national and=20 international media, the human rights community, religious people and=20 others on Reality Tours of New York, New Jersey and Philadelphia,=20 showing the true face of economic human rights violations occurring=20 across this country.

On opening day of the Republican National Convention, August 30th, at 4=20 PM, the PPEHRC will lead a massive non-violent "March for Our Lives:=20 Stop the War at Home" from the United Nations at 45th and 1st Avenue=20 through downtown Manhattan toward the site of the RNC at Madison Square=20 Garden. In the words of KWRU founder and PPEHRC national organizer Cheri= =20 Honkala:

" We will march because both the Republicans and Democrats have ignored=20 the plight of poor and we will march to highlight the war at here at=20 home. A war caused by the massive job losses and people without housing=20 and healthcare and the other basic necessities of life."

Speakers at the press conference included Cheri Honkala, KWRU founder=20 and National Organizer of the Poor People's Economic Human Rights=20 Campaign (PPEHRC), New York resident and actor Mark Webber of the=20 Kensington Welfare Rights Union (KWRU), and leaders of PPEHRC=20 organizations: Roland Emerson of the Deaf & Deaf-Blind Committee on=20 Human Rights in Ohio (DDBCHR), Ethel Long-Scott of Women's Economic=20 Agenda Project (WEAP) in California, Galen Tyler and Carolyn Caesar of=20 the KWRU in Pennsylvania, Rachle Hamilton and Kieran Holcombe of the=20 Loring Nicolett Alternative High School in Minneapolis, and Jennifer=20 Jewell and Kyauna Black of Women in Transition in Louisville Kentucky.=20 Also speaking at the press conference were Peter Weiss, of the Center=20 for Constitutional Rights, Reverend Dr. Paul Chapman of The Employment=20 Project in New York City, Bill Kane of the New Jersey State Industrial=20 Union Council, and Bob Brown of the newly founded Health Care Human=20 Rights Network.

"We are no longer going to sit back and take this abuse. It's time for=20 us to stand up and fight for our rights!"

- Roland Emerson, Deaf & Deaf-Blind Committee on Human Rights, Ohio

"Just as Dr. King warned in his final days, the soul of America is=20 tortured because we are being forced to live in a society that denies=20 compassion, dehumanizes our neighbors and puts all of us in jeopardy. IN= =20

THE FACE OF ESCALATING WAR AT HOME WE ARE MARCHING FOR OUR ECONOMIC=20 HUMAN RIGHTS!"

- Ethel Long-Scott, Women's Economic Agenda Project (WEAP), California

The events in August will be organized by and joined by the wide range=20 of more than 100 organizations belonging to the PPEHRC, including, in=20 addition to the ones listed above, the Coalition of Immokalee Workers,=20 the Chicago Coalition to Protect Public Housing and dozens of other=20 member organizations, unions and others. In addition, the PPEHRC events=20 have already gained the widespread support of organizations and=20 movements around the world, including many who attended the recent World= =20
Social Forum and International Forum for the Defense of People's Health,= =20
both held in Mumbai, India this past January.

Later that evening, the PPEHRC organizations, local PPEHRC organizers=20 and artists and other friends of the PPEHRC gathered in Brooklyn for a=20 cultural event.

Award-winning NYC playwright and actor, and KWRU member,= =20 Tim Dowlin ran the event, which featured poetry, songs, rap and other=20 art by leaders in the movement for economic human rights from across the= =20 country.

CONTACT INFO:

Kensington Welfare Rights Union
NUHHCE, ASFCME, AFL-CIO
PO Box 50678
Philadelphia, PA 19132-9720
Phone: 215/203-1945
Fax: 215/203-1950
email: kwru@kwru.org
web: http://www.kwru.org


Sorry about all the text garbage in this post; it's how their email attachments read. I'm not going to spend the time, editing them all out.

Sunday, February 29, 2004

Garbage pilaf & pancakes

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Well, the garbage food the homeless guy brought me is either cooked, cooking or eaten.

I made pancakes today from the 3 eggs he brought me. I sauteed the apple and some of the banana chips he brought me in cinnamon, sugar, scant butter and filtered water. Even the pancake syrup I used came from the garbage: Mrs. Butterworth's, a brand I like but can't afford. All I paid for was the flour, baking soda and sugar.

Now, I'm making a pot of pilaf from some of the brown rice he gave me.

Here's a Real, traditional Pilaf recipe.

I'm cooking something similar. I don't have pasta, so I'm using sesame seeds, poppy seeds, rice and peanuts.

In a large frying pan, I toasted:

2 c rice
1/4 c sesame seeds
1/4 c unsalted peanuts
3 tbsp poppy seeds
1 pat butter

Stir the rice mix frequently, so it won't scorch. When it starts smelling nutty, it's close to done. If you're feeling brave, toast until some of the rice kernels pop, like pop corn.

Stir in
1 can chicken broth and
2 cans water
salt or seasoning salt to taste
2 tsp. cayenne pepper flakes

Bring to boil, reduce heat and simmer on low

Finely chop and add to pot:

1 medium onion
2 large cloves fresh garlic

Simmer, covered, for nearly an hour. I do check it and stir it, to make sure there's enough liquid, and add water, if necessary.

When the rice is done, I'll add:

1 c carrots, grated
1 small can mushroom slices
parsley flakes

I like eating pilaf all by itself, but it'll be great with the turkey, good in tacos, etc. It's good in soups, too. I still have a bit of goat cheese left I could crumble on it. Pilaf is good served cold, with vegetables and hard boiled egg, as a salad, with a bit of dressing.

couldn't get out my gate last nite

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It was blocked by a big kitchen garbage bag, full of half eaten food, covered with my folding, wooden chair.

The contents were primarily Mexican style foods, such as Tabasco sauce, spices and half a package of taco shells. But it was also Asian foods, such as rice crackers, packets of broth, rice sugar candy, etc.

I fed the rice crackers, taco shells and some evil-smelling-spiced snack food to the pets.

I wondered if some local person, who reads my blogs, had left it. But the most likely candidate was the homeless man.

The best thing in the haul was two plastic bags, full of long grained brown rice: nearly five pounds.

This morning, Porkchop was barking, so I went out in the alley to look.

There was the homeless man. He handed me three eggs, an apple, 3 Little Debbie donuts and a perfectly-good nonstick pancake griddle.

I thanked him. He had, indeed, brought the food.

I thanked him and brought the food in. I put on some sweat pants and went back outside, but he was already gone.

I'm going to make apple pancakes, and was going to ask him if he wanted some. I'll wait, and see if he comes back, but I doubt it.

He pointed out that tomorrow is the 1st of the month, which is when many people move into new digs. So the trash this week will be full of move-out stuff. I'll be more thorough, as I pass through the alleys on my way to the radio station.

I'm going to ask him if he wants to collect stuff and store it here, so we can have a yard sale in April, when the weather gets warmer.

He has very interesting stories. I'll tell you some of them later. He is an alcoholic. He's disabled. He's a veteran. He was employed full time in air conditioning repair. He had a nice home and he had a vehicle.

Now, he's a wanted man, with multiple warrants. He's very sick and has no income. He sleeps, most nights, in a cemetary.

He's a good man in bad circumstances. He's so far off the grid, he doesn't see any way to get benefits, health care, subsidized housing, etc.

He doesn't complain about his circumstances, except when he's cold and wet. The other night, we had a serious rain storm, which turned to snow. He got soaked through. His pants were frozen to him, and he had to have help, from a lady at the laundromat, to get his pants off to put them in a drier. And the owner of the laundromat had reset the drier timers to less than ten minutes, so it cost him a lot of money to get his clothes dry.

I'm hoping to interview him for the radio, but that's not my primary motive for talking with him. We've been talking for about a year. He comes by, hunting aluminum cans to sell, while I'm in the empty lot, gardening. We just started chatting.

I think he's surprised I talk to him. He actually thanks me for my time, after I've dragged 2 lawn chairs out into the empty lot, given him a cup of coffee with artificial sweetner and a cigarette, and sat with him in the sun, listening to his stories.

We don't listen. And that's all most people really need or want: just hear me.

I hope he comes back today.

Saturday, February 28, 2004

I pulled out that damned tooth!

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I could hear it clicking, through the headphones, at the radio station. My tongue would "trip" over it and I could hear it when I recorded.

I swore, when I left Thursday, that I was going to get it out over the weekend.

I could already feel 3 out of 4 root ends with my tongue, and it could tip up and out at several angles.

The fact it was so loose was a good thing: gave the socket a chance to start healing. But pushing it back down into the socket kept the socket open. It HAD to go!

I just wiggled and twisted and pushed and pulled, a little at a time.

It was only hanging on by a bit of gum, anyway.

It was irritating, the way an underwire bra or a sticker in your sock is irritating.

It wasn't painful; felt like scratching an itch.

The jaw's a bit swollen from fiddling with it. But my mouth feels SOOO much better now.

I'll have to be careful about food for a few days. Can't eat anything crumbly or sticky; don't want anything in that socket, 'til it heals over.

I'm keeping the tooth. I'm going to dry it and bleach it real good, like you do with sea shells, so they won't stink. And I'm going to wear it around my neck on my necklaces of charms. I paid nearly three hundred dollars for the crown on that bastard, and I'm going to wear it! So there!

good tortillas

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The homemade tortillas came out quite tasty. The only problem is that they're a bit too dry.

The recipe calls for 2 c flour. I substituted 1 c self-rising cornmeal. I don't have masa harina.

Next time, I'll use real shortening, instead of butter, so I can be a bit more generous with it. I guess I could have added a tad of vegetable oil. I might try soaking the cornmeal, too.

But the flavor is wonderful. And they are a bit more sturdy than corn tortillas, because of the flour.

Osa, my carbohydrate cat, loves them.

The homeless guy came by this morning, looking for cans. I made him breakfast.

I had fried 2 cans of Ranch Style pintos, with some of my home made salsa, and squished them into refries. I chopped up two soft boiled eggs in it. I fried a potato into strings, pourd the beans on top, and served with picante. I made him a cup of coffee, too.

He tells me his stories. I'll tell you about him someday, but right now, Oliver Twist is on, and Richard Dryfus is playing Fagan. I'm surprised he aggreed to the fake nose: very hooked. You'd think a Jew wouldn't agree to be stereotyped, but what the hell? I'm sure lots of Jews, as well as lots of all kinds of people, were active in the criminal underground in London....and still are.

I LOVE Oliver Twist, cuz it reminds me of the kids in the War Zone. It's so clear: honesty is a luxury of the middle class. Stealing is necessary for survival, when you're REALLY poor!

It gave me an idea for a story about the 'hood rats....I'll start wiritng it soon enough.

I REALLY like Oliver Twist. The book, anyway. Most of the movies of Dickens really suck, cuz they're so sugary and cutesy. But this one seems pretty honest. And nobody's singin and dancin...jees... but the sound track IS distracting: trying too hard to be funny.

I don't think Oliver Twist is funny. I think it's friggin tragic.

Here's a very good review of the movie....dang, one of thse days, someone will let the literature speak for itself....guess thre's a reason Disney doesn't do Shakespeare, huh? I didn't realize it was a Disney movie....sure explains the invasive sound track!

http://elijahhobbit2002.sohounion.com/oliver/2003oliver1.html

Has Richard Dreyfus lost his MIND? probably just hungry....

Friday, February 27, 2004

trash grill

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I found a curious looking object in the trash last Tues. At first, I walked on by, thinking it was a CD player or something. But I went back to look, after I realized it was too big for cds.

It was a George Foreman grill. It had been used once; it still had beef grease in it. But the cord was still folded up in a twist tie.

All I can figure is that whoever had it was too stupid to put a cookie sheet under it, to catch dripping grease. They must have gotten grease all over the kitchen!

I looked them up on the 'net just now. The cheapest sells for fifteen dollars.

I rarely have enough meat to grill.

But it would make good grilled sandwiches. It would work for grilling vegetables, too...esp. asperagus, I'd bet.

And quesadillas. and calzones and "hot pockets (I make my own."

I bet it burns a lot less energy than the frying pan, electric grill, etc. And I'll bet it's cooler, too; I couldn't feel any heat when I plugged it in, until I opened it and touched the cooking surfaces.

I bet it'd make s'mores, too.

wonder if I could use it for cookies...hmmm...like granola bar type cookies, not drop cookies like chocolate chip.

looks like it'd make really flat bacon...as if I ever eat that.

HEY! I could make square tortillas in it! cook both sides at once!

They'd be "wiggly," as it has bars to make grill marks, but who cares?

I forgot I'd found the silly thing, until I was cleaning out my cart last night....

Flour tortillas

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Since I'm out of bread, and out of corn tortillas (I have 3 left), I'll make some flour tortillas, so I can make "wraps."

Here's a recipe:

2 cups flour, white
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup shortning
3/4 cup water, hot

Mix flour and salt together. Cut in shortening until crumbly and then mix in the water. Roll out ping pong sixe balls on a well floured surface and cook in a nonstick pan on medium heat. When tortilla starts to bubble up turn over immediatly and be ready to take it out as it only needs 20 seconds on the other side.

Since I don't have any shortening right now, I'll have to use SCANT butter, frozen.

Here's a corn tortilla recipe.

I have a tortilla press. It's also useful for small pie crusts, for making my own "hot pockets."

I prefer a press to rolling, as my shoulders don't hurt so badly.

Presses are also extremely useful for smashing garlic, to take the skins off.

If I feel better in a few hours, I might make an hybrid corn/flour tortilla. I prefer the flavor of corn, but flour holds together better.

I can't walk

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20 minutes ago, I walked about 20 feet, to warm some coffee in my microwave.

I sat to drink it, but found I was concentrating most on the pain and weakeness of having walked.

I've been in bed since, and still haven't recovered. My legs feel two feet thick. They're hot and feel very heavy.

I'm having trouble holding my head up. My neck muscles are very weak, and the pain between my shoulders is hideous.

My balance is poor. I had to hug the wall to make it back in here.

My arms, fingers and wrists are so weak and tender, I'm having trouble typing.

Thursday, February 26, 2004

I'm running out of food

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The only animal protein I've had this month has been marked-down turkey. I have only 1/2 turkey left in the freezer.

There's some turkey soup in the fridge. I'm running out of cheese. I have about 1 1/2 dozen eggs, but that's pure cholesterol. I have maybe 3 more cans of tuna.

Food stamps don't come until the 8th. That's almost 2 weeks.

I spent my last three dollars today on a sack of food for Porkchop.

I dumpster dove several restaurants today and found some falaffel for him and half a burrito. There was nothing I could eat; it was all too dirty.

I see piles and piles of cheese, beans, fruit, vegetables: hundreds of pounds, all the time, thrown away. But unsafe.

I'm just about to the point of stopping at each restaurant and asking them to set some aside for me, so I can make it.

I have enough oranges for one a day.

I have beans and rice.

I have the cheese cake I made and froze.

I can make it, but it's going to be really tight.

I always panic, when the money and stamps run out. And the lack of variety in my diet is depressing.

I'm trying not to freak out.

I'd kill for a grilled cheese sandwich...no cheese; no bread.

Well, there's a LITTLE cheese, but I'm saving it for turkey tacos with beans. I may have enough for four or six tacos.

I'd kill for a salad, too.

I'm SO careful with my money, but there's just not enough!

And I'm determined not to electronically advance myself any money. I've GOT to pay that DOWN!

Thirty seven dollars a month for borrowing money on my own disability check is just friggin' criminal.

I paid a seventy five dollar phone bill this month: three months' worth of bills.

SO, after the rent and msntv bill, and the phone bill, I only had seventy dollars for the whole month, plus sixty in food stamps.

I've been stealing toilet paper at the university. I'm not proud of that.

Next month, I'll have to buy Porky a real bag of food; this one's only four pounds. I'll have to trash pick him food every day, to suppliment. He could go through four pounds in two days.

My disability check doesn't come for six more days yet.

Thank heavens for that new Middle Eastern restaurant! Porky likes falaffel.

Snuffy's gone. He got trapped, two nights ago, in the rain and snow storm. Normally, if he gets caught in a storm, he ends up in one of the cat beds I made in my yard, and I just go out and drag him in.

But he's really gone. And I see deep dog tracks, like a dog was running, going around the corner of the building. If I find out it was Rowen's dogs who killed him, I'll mess her up. Selfish cow.

Tonight, when I came home from the radio station, I saw SOMEONE has stollen one of my big, heavy, wooden flower planters! Had to tear it out of the board it was nailed to! Weighed nearly a hundred pounds! gawd.

SO, I'm sad and scared.

KWRU

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Come support KWRU as we stand trial for demonstrating in defense of victims of domestic violence!

Monday, March 1st @ 8 AM
Criminal Justice Center
1301 Filbert St., Center City - Philadelphia
***********************************************
Dear �Friends,

I have been active in the fight for low-income women for years now.

KWRU and I personally were the first in the nation to testify before congress on the impact of welfare reform to poor women. �We have been instrumental in working with shelter providers around the country in addressing the economics of violence and the need for domestic violence work to include affordable housing as a priority on everyone's agendas.

We were the first to hold demonstrations in Philadelphia on the impact of welfare reform to victims of domestic violence at the center district welfare office. Our work helped to pave the way for a statewide body to monitor these issues. �Everyday for years now we have kept women alive when Women Against Abuse had reached capacity.
We are on a first name basis with Judges and police because we have secured so many protection orders and literally helped hundreds of women pack up and leave.

So today, I call upon you for your help. Once again, I face criminal charges for demonstrating without a permit at City Hall before the holidays for seven victims of domestic violence. The city offered no safety for these women so six of us were arrested and went to jail.

I now face a misdemeanor in the third degree, a point away from a felony and was issued a STAY AWAY ORDER FROM CITY HALL!

I have missed many important meetings with city council members as a result. �What is so terrible about all of this is that I just won a settlement against the Philadelphia Police Department after their last unlawful arrest.

Please join myself and KWRU at 8 am on March 1st at the Criminal Justice Center, the day we are expected to stand trial for demonstrating.

Signed,
Cheri Honkala
Founder, KWRU
National Organizer, Poor People's Economic Human Rights Campaign


http://www.kwru.org/

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

I know why I can't write

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I just watched the American Masterpiece episode on Judy Garland.

With a great deal of ambivilance, she was one of my life time heros.

Like a fool, when I reached young adulthood, I turned against her. I thought her weak. I thought her a coward. I thought her a victim. I thought her a bad example.

Well, I didn't know her biography then. I only knew press rumors and folk myths.

Every time I see a documentary about her, I realize how wrong I was about her.

She is one of the fiercest women ever. She kept her family together, no matter what.

I still have the "Judy at Carnegie Hall" album. It's one of my favorite recordings.

I haven't listened to any of my music in a very, very long time. I have all the vinyl records. I have most of my dad's 78 rpm recordings.

My last turn table broke about five years ago: shortly after losing my daughter and, more recently, my home. I never replaced it.

I was so distracted by survival, I couldn't make it a priority.

Add to that the need to repress, suppress, the traumas I'd experienced, in order to survive.

I couldn't listen to Judy Garland, Gershwin, Beethoven, Joni Mitchell, Billie Holiday, Stevie Wonder or any of the others and keep the lid on.

I couldn't afford to feel. I would have lost my mind. I had nobody to take care of me but me. The best I could do was mark my days as an emotional cripple, keeping a roof over my head.

Well, I've done some very brave things recently.

I started these blogs, for one thing. I see the counter; I know I've got regular readers, who've been watching me go through daily life. I don't know who most of them even are. There aren't many, but they keep coming back. I know I'm being watched.

But I try to be honest. I do try. I leave some things out, yes. There are people I feel I need to protect. And I need to protect myself. But I'm a hell of a lot more honest than most bloggers I see.

But I started these blogs in my vulnerability. I felt inadequate, deranged, confused, useless, ashamed of my failure...blah, blah.

But I started feeling stronger, as I began writing every day.

I even, about a month ago, stopped by a thrift store, looking for a turn table. The clerk followed me around the store to see if I were going to shop lift. She said, "ma'am, ma'am," but I pretended I didn't know she was talking to me.

I was pushing my collapsable stroller, the one I use on the bus, full of heavy groceries.

I heard her tell two guys, "she doesn't have a baby in that stroller." I must be crazy, right? Trying to get my groceries home without hurting my arms and back.

So, I ignored her.

I asked one of the guys when they might get in more electronics equipment, as I headed for the door. He answered, but with such contempt on his face.

As I opened the door and pushed my stroller out ahead of me, I said, "I'm disabled, and I'm on foot. That's why I have the stroller for my groceries. You can stop staring at me now."

I heard the woman start to protest, or defend herself, or tell me where to go. I don't know; I turned my back, walked away, and let the closing door silence her.

Ironically, she was a Black woman, and ought to know better.

The second truly brave thing I've done is to walk into that radio station, to volunteer. I have no idea what will happen.

But I learned how to edit .wav sound files yesterday. It's so much easier to edit sound on a computer than with raw tape! But I want you to know, I was SO GOOD at editing on tape, I could get the most minute flaws out of a recording! And splice the tape perfectly, using a razor blade and adhesive tape! The tiniest sound, I could find it.

My dad was a sound engineer.

I grew up around fabulous music. Both my parents loved it.

I started playing classical flute at the age of six.

I can barely play my flute now, it's in such bad shape. But I can't afford to get it repaired. I still struggle with it, on special occasions, like the concerts on tv after 9/11, holiday performances, and, occasionally, the radio.

I miss music. It's part of who I am.

And, until I get the money for a stereo, I'm stranded.

Until I can dig deep and get back to who I really am, my writing will be adequate, but not real.

I'll find a way. I don't know how.

But I have to do this. There's no way to get around it. Anything else is coasting.

My writing now is like a clever child or a trained chimp.

But I have something profound in me.

To let it die with me would be cheating.

I'm still not safe. I'm broke as hell. I'm sick. I'm still all alone. I'm very vulnerable.

But I watched that abused, tortured, addicted, terrified, powerful, poignant, wicked, snarling beauty on my tv tonight.

And I recognized myself.

"I'll be by your side...smiling...through the years...smiling...through your tears...I'll always be by your side," sung with a look of grieving determination.

Judy died a year younger than I am now. Suicide or over dose doesn't matter.

They murdered her.

I know what it's like when they silence you; it's what they do to powerful women. We're inconvenient. We're frightening, because we're honest. We're a threat, because we know the truth.

I can't speak for Judy; I can only speak for myself.

But I know she'd understand and egg me on, one hero to another.

am I malnourished?

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Walked to the radio station and back yesterday. I can't describe the pain I'm in. And it's not just the usual joint pain, either; my muscles are cramping. And the stabbing pain between my shoulders doesn't make any sense.

Here's what I ate yesterday:
2 c coffee
1 orange
1/2 c oat cereal
1/4 c milk
6 oz turkey
12 oz cola
about 6 cookies.
2 c tea
16 oz water
That's all.

I had no appetite for anything more. And, as the food stamps don't come in for 2 more weeks, I'm very conscious of conserving whatever food is left here.

On the way back, I was going through the alleys, looking for stuff in dumpsters. A young woman gave me two sacks of raisin cookies. I guess she thought I was homeless? They were unopened, so I accepted them. I ate so many because the raisins tasted so good.

The meal I describe above isn't unusual for me. I eat very little.

I'm getting pretty tired of eating turkey. But it's the only animal protein in the house. So, I'm being as creative as I can with recipes.

I'd seen a tv commercial for "chicken strips." It sounded tasty.

So, when I thawed out a turkey half this time, I made soup of the wing, drumstick, back and rib bones. I deboned the thigh and breast, and cut them into thin strips.

I made a tempura batter, dipped some strips into it, and fried them in my Fry Daddy.

I made honey mustard dip for them. That was lunch yesterday.

Tempura style batter:

1 egg
1/4 c flour
1/4 c corn meal
water

Beat egg thoroughly with about 1/4 c water. Add corn meal and flour, beat, adding water, until you have a reasonably-runny batter.

You can add seasonings, cracker crumbs, corn flakes, sugar, etc. for taste and texture, but I made this batter plain.

Dip strips of meat, vegetables, noodles, potatoes, cheese, whatever in batter. Gently shake excess.

Vegetable oil should be heated below smoking point.

Dip battered foods into oil. Do not crowd. They'll sink, at first, but will float to top when water begins evaporating from batter.

Remove with chop sticks, into wire strainer, to remove excess oil.

Honey Mustard Sauce

thoroughly blend 4 tbsp. each of:

Mayonaise
Mustard
Honey

Again, seasonings may be added, such as onion powder, parsley, black pepper, etc. A dash of wasabi horseradish tastes good, too. So does the juice from candied ginger.

Monday, February 23, 2004

Cheese Cake

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Two springs ago, a local church drove a large truck through the War Zone. They had dozens of cases of fresh strawberries in the bed.

I ran out just in time to collect 2 cases.

I stemmed each berry, rinsed them and let them dry thoroughly on towels. I placed berries on cookie sheets, not touching, and froze solid. I filled zippered plastic bags with berries and stored in the freezer.

I was cleaning out my refrigerator today and found a pint of cottage cheese that was getting old. I also found half a pint of sour cream.

I decided to make cheese cake.

In a large bowl, blend the following with an egg beater.

1 pint cottage cheese
1/2 pint sour cream
3 eggs
1 c flour
1/4 c sugar
pinch salt
3 tbsp. vanilla extract
scant milk

Only use enough milk to thin the batter to pancake or cake batter consistancy. Keep it a bit thick.

I sprayed my cake pans with nons-stick spray which happened to be lemon flavored. I don't flour my pans for cheese cake.

In a food processor, I finely crumbed one 6 oz. package of La Moderna Marias cookies. This is a very inexpensive Mexican brand. They're made with vegetable shortenings and oils and have a hint of artificial lemon flavor. They're very crisp.

Graham crackers are more traditional, but I like the price, lemony flavor, and crispiness.

I poured the crumbs on the bottom of the pan. Many people make crumb crusts with butter, but I find the cheese cake filling binds the crust well enough.

I set thawed, raw strawberries around the pan, evenly spaced, apx. 1" apart.

I baked in a 350 degree Farenheit oven for almost an hour.

In the mean time, I'm sauteeing thawed, raw strawberries on the stove an very low heat.

I have drained the juice from a can of pineapple chunks, and whipped 2 tbsps. cornstarch into the juice.

When the strawberries are cooked, I will slowly stir in the corn starch mixture, sugar to taste and the pineapple chunks. This makes a thick, fruity glaze for the cake.

The cake is removed from the oven, cooling thoroughly on a rack.

Then, I'll apply my glaze and let it cool.

NOTE: cheese cake can be made entirely sugarless. Just substitute very ripe bananas for sour cream and sugar.