nightingale.

Reposted from the Dicentra Collective website. It's a little wordy, but so awesome. Totally vital.

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Dicentra is a Portland, OR area collective actively engaged in creating radical communities of care, networks of support, and movements based on relationship building.

( More Info )

The issues and experiences we are currently focusing on:
· Physical & chronic illness
· Chronic pain
· Mental illness
· Sexual assault
· Domestic violence
· Radical care-giving
· Those working in the care and medical industries (including, but not limited to, sex work, health care workers, unpaid “domestic & house work”, elder care)
· Those intertwined with the prison industrial complex and systems of policing
· Those experiencing the imposition of the gender binary and heteronormativity

Website: www.dicentracollective.org
Email: info (at) dicentracollective.org

halloween themed livejournal what the fuck.

hey homies.

as most of you know, i'm planning on starting a radical distro. i'm busily and steadily working away, trying to figure out my focus, logistics, whether i want it to be solely online or not online at all, etc. i'm thinking of focusing on radical feminism & anti-racism, DIY community organizing, and youth liberation...

anyways, in an effort to raise a little extra money for the distro, i'm selling 2009 Slingshot planners!



$5 - $8 for the teeny pocket ones.
$8 - $11 for the jumbo spiral bound.
prices are sliding scale. at the minimum price i'll be making $2 from each planner. pay whatever you can -- all proceeds will go directly back to the distro.

email me at shanthi.satellite@gmail.com to order. let me know your first few color preferences, and i'll let you know if i have'em.

stay tuned for more distro updates. <3<3

it's one of those mornings. every sentence i write has a typo.
i feel good. motivated, focused. just not coordinated, if that makes sense.

the other night i was walking home and the air smelled like cotton candy bubble gum.

teenage mutant ninja turtles *doo dee dah doo dee dee doo*

i still adore Vespertine.

right now, at this very second, i'm watching three raccoons and a skunk eat cat food from the back porch at jordi's dad's house.

they're like five feet away from me. so beautiful.

i want antlers.

i took my shirt off in public today. no cat calls, but i got pretty sunburnt. it feels kinda cool.

i just accidentally spilt super glue on my hand. it feels like a scab.

yesterday two pebbles randomly fell out of my hair, hours apart.

i swear, yesterday was one long, seventeen-hour dream.

i really admire dirty ankles.

i really enjoy the sensation of tasting my sweat as it rolls down from my upper lip.

awoke at my mom's house, 6:30 am.

went to my granpa's life celebration. my family was cool. no one made any forced speeches, thankfully. stories were shared conversationally, and it was all very natural and all very nice.

it was held in willamette park. about four miles south of OHSU, right on the waterfront. very pretty.

i climbed down to the shoreline, said hi to the river, slipped on a log and fell into some thorny bushes. i enjoyed that.

lots of geese. a baby one swam up to me and we touched finger-to-beak. i found a dead baby goose, too. freshly dead, as far as i could tell: glistening eyes, blood not yet dried. i sat with it for a while, and felt it's body. it's stomache was fat, warm. it's feet softer than expected. it's wings flexed easily. a park attendant eventually approached, saying that some guy's dog had attacked it.

this experience, juxtaposed with the setting of my granpa's life celebration, led me to thoughts that felt very profound at the time, but which i no longer recall.

i found a teeny bone at the base of a cedar tree. it was light weight and seemed hollow. probably another goose.

took a nap in the sun with the bone in my pocket.

much much more: met up with delphine (hi. let's do it again soon.), played soccer for ten minutes before deciding i wanted to be alone for a little while, tried to nap at home, went to jesse's graduation (!!!) party, stayed up until five or six or maybe seven.

hmm. i'm suddenly feeling very alone, and want a someone to cuddle with.

today i saw a centipede.
tonight i saw a 'possum.
and i laid in the grass.

every so often i dream that japan lies just on the other side of the columbia river, in place of washington.

why is this not reality. c'mon.

i'm pretty sure may 1st was yesterday.