Things I probably should not say loudly in public in my new old town or wear as a T-shirt.

Iran contra or Weinergate?
I'd rather see Weiner's weiner than Reagan's colon.
Weiners or weapons of mass destruction?
Santorum is running from orafice in 2012.
I hear Santorum is entering, I thought it was more about exiting.
Over 100 species of mammals are capable of selective growth of a fetus and rabbits can re-absorb a fetus into their bodies if conditions aren't good so God invented family planning and abortion.


I mean it is a free country but I choose not to wear these T-shirts as I also choose not to get my arse whupped. 


Self preservation requires thought especially without dental insurance. Or any insurance. I am one of the 38 million working tax paying uninsured in this country. Standing proud. But avoiding chipped teeth.




I see this blog as a way of filtering my thoughts, finding clarity, observing the world around me as I shift north.


Anyone who knows me, knows I tend to speak my mind and would probably support my exploration of speaking in a blog or IRL, a whisper. 


Shhhhhhhhhhhhh hippy.

Thanks for the Thunderegg

Does it sound just too damn L.A. of me to say that I don't know if I could have even considered making this work if I hadn't found out that my home town of Nyssa with it's one adorable lighted traffic intersection has a cyber cafe? Okay I own it. I love my internet. I need it for work I enjoy it for play and I also like fruit smoothies and chai and it also didn't hurt to find out that in the 26 years I've been gone that Boise has grown into a pretty interesting city and there is INDIAN FOOD! Thanks to the internet, I also have reconnected with some old friends and some of them sound like left friendly folks. Will I really be able to get a women's writing group together? A lot of cool folks have returned home to do just what I am doing, being near their aging family members. Time transcends cities and good Indian food. I need to spend time with my dad and my uncle while they are still here. For the first time in my life I feel like I actually have the ability to help them for a change, they have been there for me for so long. Two tiny titans of indie farming, internment camp survivors living in a tiny rural pocket of other internment camp survivors who relocated to the same tiny town on the Oregon Idaho border, one of the very very few who welcomed the Japanese Americans after their release. 60+ years later, there are generations of Japanese American offspring, driving  4x4 trucks into mud bogs, shooting guns and chewing tobacco like every other  kid in the valley. My older cousin once had a souped up Chevy Nova rigged to carry a pony keg in the trunk but have the tap in the cab and instead of a confederate flag in the back it was a rising sun.
Total Samurai Dukes of Hazard.

I voted for Ralph Nadar twice.

I like making my own grey line out of scavenged swimming pool cleaning tubes found on Craigslist.

The thing I have always loved about Big Sky Country, the Treasure Valley is that the pioneer spirit has a great love of the freedom of the individual.

I am really counting on it.

I would also like to think I have not turned into a citified sissy snob.

Time will tell.

The Journey Begins

In 1985 I left the Treasure Valley (That little blip you see of the mountain time zone in the pacific time zone where idaho takes a tiny bite out of oregon) like a rocket, vowing to only return for the occasional holiday because I was an artist out to explore the world and the big cities. In 2011 while still in the midst of an artistic career as an artist, designer, performer and workshop artist I am facing the reality of Nyssa, family, aging and love. My dad is 82 and my uncle is 86 and despite years of being feisty independent scrappy nisei farmers, they now need some help. I freelance and it seems the universe has allowed me to be able to keep my artist life and still be able to care for my family. The only catch is I base myself out of my home town, a border farm town on the Oregon Idaho border, let's call it Ore-Ida and Back to Los Angeles when I happen to have a performance or a workshop. I am left of most lefties and after 26 years I find myself smack dab in the middle of a political Red Zone. These are old friends and family, familiar folks with backgrounds I well understand--why are we on such polarized "sides" in this country? I want to find out while I am back home. I also want to find out if one person can make change if they speak respectfully and honestly with people. Will a human approach build a bridge? A social experiment begins.