#calling fucking Oregon paradise

[yotsuba-to-fuck-this]

Watching wild wild country rn and Sheela... She’s fucking insane and everything that comes out of her mouth FLOORS ME 

#Ma Anand Sheela #wild wild country #with the crown comes the guillotine #calling fucking Oregon paradise #they should've given us the nobel prize #they tried to ruin my reputation for a little bit of attempted murder!!!!! #but also #... #that's just my mother #looks at something impossible to do and go yeah we'll do it #obsessed with work #talks about the guru like he's her son who got into medical school #this documentary is COMEDY GOLD #i am so fucking entertained

[wistfulrat]

this week’s fics! feat. bakeries, bookshops, bisexual awakenings of the angsty and fluffy sort, wolfstar goddads being tender as hell, desi harry reconnecting with his culture, domestic drarry, a lap dance set to akon’s smack that, and more!

But That’s History by @ebbet - 54k - T Harry Potter starts his first year as Muggle Studies Professor only to find that Draco Malfoy has been hired to teach History of Magic.

listen to me. this is one of the funniest drarry fics i've ever read. i was cackling in my bed at 2am because harry’s internal monologues throughout this fic are unhinged. insanely quotable. “what was he, a lothario” and “you were crushing me with your muscular thighs!” are lines that live rent free in my empty head. harry has never played anything cool a day in his life. there’s a faculty meeting where the teachers are planning the yule ball and debating the merits of a DJ when harry decides he must defend his muggle-music-loving honor by dancing seductively to akon’s smack that while a blushing draco loses his mind. i fucking screamed. and the best part is that in between the comedic scenes threading the overall story, you have extremely tender moments of like, padma patil helping harry become a more rooted desi by sharing their cultural traditions, harry proudly donning his sherwani. draco wrestling with his past, going to harry’s lgbtq+ club for students, being sheepish with ron and hermione. ugh, comedic writers with emotional depth are clever and talented as hell!!

Realities, Unfurling by @ebbet - 45k - M Draco Malfoy is released from Azkaban into a changed world.

incredible collage-fic told from multiple povs. 8yrs post-war and everything’s changed. the current state of the magical world unfolds via slice-of-life snapshots from a truly stunning cast. non-binary harry whom is running a non-prof org dedicated to building tolerance and establishing equality for marginalized identities. post-prison-release draco whose life will be changed by the internet. neville’s tender relationship with blaise. andromeda’s fiercely protective mothering. remus and sirius being alive and very hot and just, the tender goddads harry deserved. cho chang being brilliant. baker pansy’s softened edges. found families abound. harry being flustered by their crush on draco and making personalized playlists on an iPod nano.

that all might sound narratively cluttered but the author more than pulls this off. glorious, start to finish.

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor (an @hd-erised​ fic) - 83k - E This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

cinematic. a love letter to oregon’s expansive landscapes and lively cities. it’s harry finding home in unexpected places and people. in the vast silence of rolling fields, endless coasts, and starry night skies big enough to feel like you’re adrift in space. and it’s also the lingering, intimate quiet of early mornings in a bakery, sitting on a park bench overlooking the city as you eat ice cream next to your crush. it’s harry watching ginny and luna dance and work around each other like bees. it’s the slow unfolding of harry and draco’s relationship as they fill each other’s quiet. finishing this fic is like waking from a good dream. transporting, immersive, lovely. 

Harry Potter and the Bisexual Awakening by @writcraft - 20k - E Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

first of all, i feel very seen by draco being a gay-who-can’t-drive. it’s called representation. but mostly i love the ease of harry and draco’s banter, a flustered harry discovering his sexuality, and the way this fic addresses biphobia. also very emo over this exchange: “I think I might be scared of you, but probably not for the reasons you think.” “Yes.” Draco stares at Harry. “I think I might be scared of you too.”

Forged through flowing water by @tedahfromtayla (an @hd-erised​ fic) - 40k - E When Hermione sets up a diplomatic mission to begin repairing the damage British colonisation did to Indian magical communities Harry isn’t going to pass on the opportunity to visit and help his family’s home country. Maybe he should have asked a few more questions about the personnel she had recruited for it before signing on because Malfoy surely has an ulterior motive to be there.

so much to love about this fic. the beautiful settings, from kolkata to mumbai, to the holi festival and colorful lively streets, to remote cave settlements and old intricate temples. it’s harry in the homeland, reconnecting to his family’s heritage and confronting the weight of imperialism in his history. it’s nipping the white savior complex in the bud. this part: That is what England left behind. That is what it still stands for, despite whatever mask of respectability and honour it presents. . .You don't get to step aside and let someone else deal with the mess. You have to listen and learn and then act, Malfoy, you need to learn how to fix your own mess. This is why we're here. my indigenous ass cheered. HP certainly sells the british fantasy but HP fanfic?? fuck jkr, fuck the crown. i love that this fic doesn’t romanticize england’s history. i love that we get to see the vast resilience and beauty of post-colonial india.

Purity Control by yrfrndfrnkly - 28k - T In which Harry tries to ignore his trauma with fantasy Quidditch but Malfoy's Thereness™ is distracting and all his classmates want to talk about are unicorns, virginity, and Muggle music.

tender 8th year fics where they go from bristly as fuck to understanding and soft 100% guaranteed to make me emo as hell. all the teens have traumas and no one wants to talk about it but eventually Things are Talked About. it’s good of the adults to finally notice. everyone just wants someone to hold their hand. and this part: “You’re the only person around here who’s a bigger mess than I am.” “I thought maybe we could be a mess together,” pls don’t look at me as i weep over their gentle empathy.

Advent, a comic by dustmouth - WIP - T It's Harry and Draco's first Christmas together and Draco is determined to live his full yuletide fantasy, come hell or high water.

dustmouth, patron saint of whimsical drarry. whose illustrations singlehandedly reinvented wizarding fashion. whose cheeky and tender comics are like a soothing balm to the utter depravity of this carnal world. harry and draco being domestic, draco’s xmas spirit brand being “traditional unhinged”!! extremely my shit. we’ll absolutely be reading this all december.

Little Spaces by @dracoladon and @lazywonderlvnd​ - WIP - E Draco's back from France and working on the spell damage ward at St Mungo's with Hermione, who invites him over for dinner. Without telling Harry. This is a roleplay, which means Harry is written by one author (lazywonderland) and Draco by another (dracoladon).

the switch in distinct character voices works so well for this fic!! tonally i feel like i'm watching an episode of the office. i personally love harry and draco being Pissed Off at how much they want to bone each other. the battle of the tapenade was the most riveting dinner scene i've read in a minute. clever, hilarious, emotionally tense. can’t wait until that inevitable moment post hate-sex when they’re gonna be like “oh noooo it’s a Heart Boner as well!! >:((” hell ya we’re subscribing for chapter updates.

Dragons Don’t Know Paradise by @teacup-tai​ - WIP - E In 2004, when Remus spends two scary weeks in the ITU due to complications of pneumonia and his HIV condition, Sirius walks around the house like a ghost and Harry finds comfort and strength in Draco through a chat in an online LGBT forum. Harry falls for him, but Draco has a lot of secrets and, before long, will need to come clean—even if he believes that no one is able to understand a dragon.

non-magical bookshop AU. remus and sirius’ relationship is a marvel. the ease of their affection with harry makes me so emo. draco’s friends being insistently present even as he tries to isolate himself. this is a story about acceptance, found families, and falling in love at a distance. the intimacy, the longing, the tenderness. what a fic!! i keep coming back to this part:...he looks at ease, inside his body, a body he needed to fight for. He’d made peace with his struggles and his scars. And Draco realises he wants that. He wants to be at ease inside his body, the body that now carries a virus. He wants to be at peace with his own existence. you hurt for draco so deeply but you get moments like these where he affords himself a kindness that feels foreign and it’s just!! the boys navigating grief and learning to be vulnerable. so good.

#drarry fic rec #drarry #we live and die for desi harry aka hari poddar bc fuq jkr #a lot of soft drarrys this week but in my defense ive been reading hella angst and my depression was not finding that cute #weekly drarrys

[callunavulgari]

I was tagged by @wellhalesbells! Kind of. I’m mostly really bored and needed to be doing something else for a bit.

Rules: answer the questions and tag blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

Name/Nickname: heather. i don’t really have a nickname, because well, my name is heather. my mom used to call me heath a lot.

Pronouns: she/her

Star sign: sagittarius

Height: five foot five

Time currently: 2:35pm

When is your birthday: december 16th.

(Current) Favorite Band/Group: this honestly changes monthly, but i’ve been stuck on honey and the sting for a while. also stuck on austin wintory’s video game scores, because fuck. they’re majestic.

Song Stuck in Your Head: i’ve woken up with melissa etheridge’s meet me in the dark stuck in my head since january started and i have absolutely no idea why. i hadn’t even listened to melissa etheridge in years, i just woke up on january first with it stuck in my head and it’s been the same every day since.

Last Movie You Watched: wolf walkers. it was just as delightful as i thought it would be and gave me the same warm happy feelings that ghibli does and i cried. i also technically watched half of age of ultron because it auto-played after wandavision stopped and i watched in disgust for a good thirty minutes before i remembered how much i hate that fucking movie.

Last Show You Binged: i technically watched the last two episodes of wandavision last night just to see if it like... gets better, but i don’t really count that as a binge. i did watch the queen’s gambit last week! and i really loved that.

When You Created Your Blog: november 23rd, 2010. which is... a long time ago. 

Last Thing You Googled: ‘mercury honey and the sting lyrics’ - because i told myself i would write something for the first thing that came up on my shuffle. 

Other Blogs: i’ve got callunawrites and callunarecs, but i don’t do much with either of them anymore.

Why I chose my url: a very long time ago on a platform far far away (cough livejournal) i had the username hiza-chan. i had made that moniker when i was fourteen, and was kind of tired of having it, so i decided that calluna vulgaris, the scientific name for heather, was a great alternative. and well, callunavulgaris was already taken, so callunavulgari was born. i am still not tired of it and it has followed me to many platforms. 

Do you get asks: usually just the occasional response to a request for prompts or old friends checking in. i used to get more when i was really active in the sterek and pjo fandoms, but i haven’t been writing as much as i used to.

How Many People Are You Following: 469. it would be less, but i’m always afraid of pruning in case i unfollow an old friend that’s changed their username.

How Many Followers Do You Have: 1,028.

Average Hours of Sleep: probably 6ish? i try for 8 and usually fail.

Lucky Numbers: multiples of four. particularly 16, 28, and 32.

Instruments: i played the flute and the piano a bit when i was younger, but didn’t stick with either. also tried learning the violin for a while, but uh, gave up. i should probably try again at some point.

What I’m Currently Wearing: a pink floyd t-shirt, baggy black pajama pants with pink hearts, and fluffy purple and green slippers with a funny argyle pattern on them.

Dream job: i wish to live on a farm, make my own jams and soaps, and write until my little heart is content. alternatively, i would legitimately like to own a bookshop that doubles as a cat cafe.

Dream trip: we’d planned on going to maine in the fall this year, but we’ll have to see how the pandemic is going by then. next year was supposed to be northern california/oregon/washington roadtrip, and the year after that we were hoping to have enough saved up to go to greece, but uh, again, we’ll see.

Favorite food: moo shu pork and crab rangoon.

Nationality: american

Favorite song: paradise valley by honey and the sting wrapped itself around my heart about four years ago and hasn’t really let up since.

Top Three Fictional Universes You’d Like To Live In: see, a lot of the fictional universes that i like are not necessarily ones that i would like to live in. i guess harry potter, because uh, magic. and any studio ghibli world, really, but kiki’s delivery service would probably be my first pick, because again, magic. and um, the hobbit, i guess. because i would like to be a hobbit, thank you very much.

tagging: whoever wants to do this!

#heather says what #about me

[makingnewenemies]

A little bit about each album incase anyone who cares stumbles upon this! 

Pink Eye- I was a freshman in college meeting new people and hiding from new people and in that exciting space where you are in a whole new context and you get to redefine your identity! Written / recorded in like fall ’09 or winter ’10. A Contender for “Cliche Definitions” but did not make the cut.

Chocolate Old Fashioned- The oldest song of this batch. It was written in ’09 about moving away from my hometown and friends and going to college. This recording was sent off to my old friends back then and was always a favorite of all of ours. It spread around and was some what of a “secret track” over the years, but now its going public. Another contender for Cliche Definitions of Success that didn’t make the cut!

Hand-me-downs - I remember I wrote this song in SLO driving my truck Reptar up to Morro Bay to surf. I sang it into the tape recorder that “Grunts and Groans from Reptar’s Belly” was recorded on. I don’t know if I ever had plans for this tune but I always liked singing it while I drove or belting it while floating alone in the ocean.

Funny Faces- I barely remember recording this song. It’s about being back in my hometown for Christmas break and leaving on a night drive back to SLO. It was recorded on a stand up bass that belonged to my great-grandpa. I think I must have recorded it in my parent’s garage? I don't think I ever showed this song to Kris or Milk and was never a contender for any album.

Farm Trees and Fences - Just a melancholy boy in SLO adjusting to new college life… I remember I would take detours off the 101 north of Santa Barbara where the highway goes inland and I’d explore old farm roads that’d disappear out into the green hills. I really fell in love with this landscape and it comforted me. I don't think Kris or Milk ever heard this song either?

Mellow - This is the original recording of Mellow! I have no memory of recording this at all. No idea where or when this was? I actually have two old recordings of this, and this is the first of the two. It’s a little more raw but tbh they both sounded pretty similar so I figured I should choose the first one. I wrote this song on the toilet at home at 16 but this was probably recorded in ’10 in SLO. Kris and I were always reviving this song every few years. I wonder if people are so used to the live version on youtube that it will be hard for them to get into this recording of it?

It’s Raining in My Living Room - I had all these lyrics to this guitar riff that were like a folk-rap and kinda sick but instead I just sampled the TV in our apartment in SLO and made this sound collage. Probably winter / spring ’10. I included it on this album because even though it’s different its like a WMAHMO postmodern instrumental track and the more I listen to it the more I actually love it.

Suck It Up - Ok now we are in the era between Cliche and Overwhelmed. This was our second year in SLO and I was living in our apartment called The Black Lodge with Kris, Milk, and Tommy. This song and Puddles of Alligators were kind of a duo. I wrote and recorded them back to back. I had dealt with some melancholy before but I remember this is when it kind of got to the next level. Suck It Up was a song addressed to childhood heros / elders and being like “yoooo you seem to have gone through stuff, can you teach me how to do this?” and feeling like “damn my life is so easy, why do i feel like this?” Never actually thought it was that great of a song though, and didn’t think it was good enough for an album.

Puddles of Alligators -  I'd been drawing the stupid alligator logo for a while already, but for this song I used the alligators as a metaphor for the pets of mental illness. Like they are always right there, about to wake up, and when they do all hell breaks loose. This song was addressed to a girl I liked at at time, but barely knew. Like- yo will you come hang out with me cause I feel fucking crazy when I’m alone and these gators are gunna take over. It’s a really dark song, even alongside my current songs, and I love it. This was like fall ’10 or winter / spring ’11. It was a contender for Overwhelmed. Not sure why we chose to cut it… probably cause we already had a dark tune called Steamboat Willie! Ha!

All the Pretty Fishes - My older brother had a web show in ’11 called All the Pretty Fishes. I wrote this as the theme song. The lyrics are about hanging out with a Hurley model who was like 5 years older than me on a dock. What an exciting time in a young man’s life! A pretty sick tune, but I remember at the time Milk and I hated this song / recording for some reason??? I think we thought it sounded too good lol.

Scrubbing the Mold - My re-write of an older song called The Weird Portland Blues. This is about living in Portland, Or with Milk at our house Kokomo. I love the lyrics and melody in this song- how they kinda swirl around bunch of different topics that don’t all relate but paint a cartoony picture of my domestic life at the time. I’m a little bummed the lyrics in this ended up so low in the mix! What were Kris and I thinking when we mixed this? Tried to look for the Garage Band file for a re-mix but it was unfortunately lost on Kris' crashed computer years ago (of course we never backed things up back then.) This was in the era between Overwhelmed and Well Soon but I don’t think we ever seriously considered this song for Well Soon?  Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm pretty sure it got the cut from Well Soon at the last second? Who knows...

Carry Me Back to the Purple Palace - This song was on Group Picture Vol. 2. It was written / recorded in 2012 in Kokomo’s basement. It’s about going to Taco Bell to eat alone while you are planning on breaking up with your girlfriend. It’s an homage to Louis Armstrong and The Mill’s Bros’ “Carry Me Back to Ol’ Virginny”. I feel like this song was written really effortlessly and turned out really well, and it’s always been one of my favs.

Wetter Days- When I was mining old hard rives for this album, I stumbled upon this song and was like woah! Totally forgot about this. I have no memory of recording this. I do remember that I wrote the “I sat down in the shower… one dollar mochas” part a long time ago, and then I added the beginning “I’ve seen beauty take many forms..” verse like a year or two later. So I’m guessing the song was first started in ’11 / ’12ish and recorded in ’13 / ’14? Honestly might have even been recorded in the Fishbowl in like  ’15? Ah I wish I could remember! Anyways, a chill free form a’cappella track that I’m glad will live on. Y'all know I like a good free form a'cappella track!

I’m Off the Paradise - I took a Utopia / Dystopia film class in college in Portland and our teacher was so chill that you could make a piece of art instead of writing a final paper. I wrote and recorded this in ’16 incorporating some of the themes we discussed in class, got an A (pretty sure he gave everyone A’s), and never planned on it being used for anything, but always found it a pleasant and comforting song. Feels like a utopian / dystopian lullaby. I remember Jake liked it a lot too and that made me more stoked on it. I remember recording this on a cold calm grey day in Oregon just singing so softly into the microphone home alone in Kokomo singing “I’m off to paradise” over and over and basically singing myself to sleep. Fond memories...

#Walter Mitty And His Makeshift Orchestra #Walter Etc. #slop #Folk Punk #making new enemies #puddles of alligators

[unearthlychildren]

I was tagged by @save-the-squirrels to do this, which was really cool! I’m not gonna tag anyone, but if anyone wants to do it they can feel free :)

a. AGE: 22 (jeez I’m getting old...)

b. BIGGEST FEAR: It sounds silly, but making other people unhappy. Textbook people pleaser over here...

c. CURRENT TIME:  4:00 p.m.

d. LAST DRINK YOU HAD: Apple Cider!

e. EVERY DAY STARTS WITH: Wishing I had more sleep and a frankly obscene amount of caffeine. 

f. FAVORITE SONG: This question is not fair. This question is never fair. But if you go by my iTunes, my most played song is the acoustic version of “Nine” by La Dispute. It’s something between spoken word and a song, but it’s lovely nonetheless. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPppInfmpvo

g. GHOSTS, ARE THEY REAL?: That’s a really good question. Honestly, I wouldn’t fuck with a ouija board but I don’t think I’m in direct danger of ghosts either. 

h. HOMETOWN: Split between Applegate, Oregon (rural buttass of nowhere) and Portland, Oregon (hipster paradise)

i. IN LOVE WITH: Laughs, smiles from babies, the sun shining through stained glass, a particularly good book, probably my boyfriend, my best friends, the color blue.

j. JEALOUS OF: Every person who has their shit together. 

k. KILLED SOMEONE: In Shakespearean terms, “die” was occasionally used to mean had sex with someone. So in that context...

l. LAST TIME YOU CRIED: Yesterday, because...why was I crying? I think I had poked my eye taking my contacts out. 

m. MIDDLE NAME: Aliza

n. NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 6. Two full older siblings, four younger half siblings. 

o. ONE WISH: Bring those I love content. 

p. PERSON YOU LAST CALLED OR TEXTED: My sister, I designed a logo for her. 

q. QUESTION YOU’RE ALWAYS ASKED: Are you going to go into TEACHING with your English degree???:)???

r. REASONS TO SMILE: Pretty girls, freckles, constellations, the feeling of a warm blanket, my dog’s ears, my stepmom’s bouncy red hair, my younger siblings learning how to be humans. 

s. SONG LAST SUNG: "The Story of Tonight” from Hamilton, I sang it as I was making my sign for the Women’s March yesterday. Lin-Manuel Miranda liked the post I put on Twitter about it and I’m still super excited by that!!

t. TIME YOU WOKE UP: 8,9 ish.

u. UNDERWEAR COLOR: ...a lace variety none of you on here get to learn anything more about. 

v. VACATION DESTINATION: I would literally commit a crime if it meant I could visit the Bodelian Library at the Oxford University in England. 

w. WORST HABIT: I am strange, melancholic, lazy, and insecure. and I jiggle my leg a lot lol

x. X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD: Well, I’ve had my gallbladder removed and more than one seizure. Plus broken bones and stuff. So many?

y. YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: Man...not a fair question. Cherry Garcia ice cream has to be on the list somewhere right?

z. ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini

#question thing #i actually did one! #Yay! #save-the-squirrels #thanks #your blog is also cool #:D

[366daysandnights]

i set a whole host of goals this year.

spend 30 nights outside. pay off my student loans. finish enough of our home renovation that my children can safely walk around the house on christmas day.

and climb a mountain. a literal one.

i have never, ever felt interested in or called to mountaineering. it has always sounded completely insane to me. you like to hike? let’s do something where you just stare at your feet the entire time! you like to ski? how about an activity where you slip and slide and trek through snow and ice, but don’t actually have any fun? you like to climb? go ahead and load up with ropes and packs and hardware and never really feel the satisfaction of a secure grip.

down to my bones, i am wired and bred to desire warmth. i like eating fruit and salsa at every meal, wearing running shorts and bathing suits despite my undeniable mom-bod, i like sunsets drenched in golden humid air and tunnels of saturated green trees. i don’t do cold – i don’t even like air conditioning. sleeping on a snow field was out of the question.

so beyond the physical challenge, which is formidable, just the idea of climbing mount rainier this year was ridiculous.

the full moon rising over mount baker and a pillowtop of clouds. view from camp muir.

i have written before about the experience of giving birth to both of my children. being a mother is absolutely, undeniably, the most rewarding experience of my life so far. every day i feel like i am living into a biological calling. however, i cannot glamorize pregnancy, childbirth, or the post partum period. i loathed them all. there is only one other time in my life that i have felt so out of touch and out of control of my own body – and that time was puberty.

in the days and months following my delivery of my daughter, i waded through an emotional minefield of feelings that my body had completely failed me. i sobbed in the NICU over my child attached to beeping machines and wires, apologizing to her, apologizing to my husband. i was angry at my womb because i didn’t grow a healthy child. the bones that i had trusted and called home suddenly became a really hard place for me to inhabit. things that felt strong became stretched. movement that felt natural was sometimes painful. i was (correction: AM) exhausted all the time, and the feeling of being fully rested felt like a distant fantasy. the idea of being desired by anyone ever again seemed impossible.

i am grateful for my ability to grow babies, nourish babies, comfort babies. i know this is such important work. the most important thing my body will do. but still, it was hard to take my clothes off and see a topographical map of saudi arabia.

are you exhausted by this narrative yet? it sure did wear me out. i wish i could proclaim that i was able to flip a switch and turn off this chatter, but the truth is it was slow. agonizing. sort of, as it turns out, like climbing up a mountain.

in april, i received an email that applications for REI’s climb for a cause program were open. this fundraising climb got it’s start when a 2013 climb left a group of employees stranded on mount rainier in a whiteout. appreciative of the mount rainier national park climbing rangers that rescued them, they returned with a commitment to give back to search and rescue efforts in the park. REI has partnered with the Washington National Park Fund every year since to organize a fundraising climb, and the Co-Op invites employees to apply for participation. if your application is accepted, you are responsible for your own travel expenses, gear, and commit to raising at least $2,000 towards the effort.

i had started thinking about the possibility of doing a big climb during my sabbatical in 2021. mount rainier had not crossed my mind. i was considering doing something that was categorized as non-technical hiking – mount kilimanjaro or mount whitney were strong contenders. mount rainier is arguably the most formidable peak in the lower 48 – it is not the highest, but it has 13,000 feet of vertical relief and has so much mixed terrain. i had no experience with crampons, ice axes, rope team travel, crevasses, avalanche safety or high exertion at high elevation. this seemed completely out of my wheelhouse (spoiler alert: it was completely out of my wheelhouse), but i was also so tired of telling myself that my body was not capable of doing hard things. i was ready to pack up that baggage and set it the fuck down. or, figuratively, throw it off the side of a very tall mountain.

so i applied.

and, since i don’t believe in false modesty, we’ll fast forward through this next part. i knew my application would be accepted.

panoramic view of high camp with little tahoma at the forefront

in the months that followed, i spent a lot of time hiking up and down lookout mountain, and a lot of time getting up close and personal with the southwest facing stair climber at the ymca. i borrowed gear from my amazing co-workers, who offered high fives, enthusiasm, and training tips. i shared training progress through the summer and my friends, family and community helped me to reach my fundraising goal. i went to SheVentures, one of my favorite events of the summer, and shared with the women at camp my dream of climbing mount rainier as part of a journey to trust my body again. the support and energy that poured in from everyone around me was indescribable. i hiked with my dad. i hiked with my children. i felt supported by people i love, and by people that i had only just met.

when i packed my bags and arrived in seattle earlier this month, i was undeniably freaked out, but i also felt good. i felt confident in my legs and i felt bolstered by the support of my amazing tribe.

our team was composed of 8 REI employees from all over the country – washington, oregon, texas, connecticut and tennessee. we were joined by 4 guides from international mountain guides. we had varied levels of experience. none of us had ever met. i feel like this is laying some groundwork for a really good reality TV show (i’ll build that out in the next post). we enjoyed a couple of casual, introductory meals together, got our gear checked out, and started our trek.

on the first day, we ascended from the paradise visitor’s center parking lot to the shelter at camp muir. this route travels through a lush stretch of foggy evergreen and wildflowers, through a snowfield, to the base of the ingraham glacier. it gains about 4,600 ft over 4.5 miles. i threw up when we arrived at the shelter. following that glamorous introduction to mountaineering, i committed to drinking more water, abandoning performance food for burritos, and focusing on pacing my breathing.

on the second day, we did skills clinics with our guides on some basics of mountaineering – how to use crampons, how to self-arrest in the event of a fall, how to travel on a rope team. when we started this leg of our hike, i roped in behind our lead guide nickel (like the coin) and just listened. i don’t know how the universe aligned to gift us with a lead guide that was also a certified yoga instrutor, but hallelujah. this was a shorter day – i tried to mimic nickel’s very deliberate pace, the crunchy sound of his step, the audible “whoosh” of his breath. we ascended another 1,100 ft to our high camp that afternoon and talked about summit day plans over dinner. this time, i didn’t throw up. that felt like progress.

that night, we went to bed around 6pm. at 11pm, nickel came around to wake us all up. i sat up on my sleeping pad in the tent and was immediately out of breath. i was super nervous. nickel suggested that our rope team leave 15-20 minutes ahead of the other groups so that we could be intentional about pacing and not have to stress. more pacing, less stress – this all sounded good to me. we loaded up a lighter summit day pack with snacks and extra layers, clipped in, and set off to ascend the ingraham glacier and the disappointment cleaver.

hiking across the flats in the dead of the night was breathtaking. the moon was almost full and luminous in the clear, black sky. constellations twinkled, bright jeweled pinpoints reflecting against an expansive white snowfield. the dark red rock of the disappointment cleaver loomed ahead of us, but luckily i couldn’t see much other than the hypnotic black and crystal sky. it was beautiful. our pace was steady and deliberate – a raking “step, step, breathe.” as we started climbing up the cleaver, all i noticed was that one of my hip flexors was starting to feel kind of stiff and i actually felt relieved. like, thank GOD – something other than my lungs are wearing out!

crevasses leading up to our high camp. disappointment cleaver and the rainier summit in the background.

the cleaver separates two of the 25 glaciers that make up mount rainier. disappointment cleaver is exactly the right name for it. hiking up that thing is 100% disappointing. every step was cautious, made even clumsier by my inexperience wearing crampons. i was tripping over myself, and thinking (over thinking) cautiously about every spot i placed my feet. every time i teach or take a yoga class, there is a moment (or a few) that i pause and ask myself or my participants, “hey, just checking on something real quick – are you breathing?” people usually chuckle and then release a huge exhale. i kept repeating this to myself.

hey jacki, just checking in – are you breathing? 

internal monologue is so powerful. the only thing that can combat internal monologue is a) a very convincing external factor, or b) practice. memory. muscle memory, psychological memory. i have a sign by my bed that says “sometimes you wake up in the morning and you think ‘i’m not going to make it.’ but then you laugh inside, remembering all the times you felt that way.” my inexperience in this activity and landscape reared up and my internal monologue took over. by the time the other groups caught up with us, it was not super affirming. i just kept thinking, “i am slowing everyone down.” and just like that, i was pulling for air. irregular wheezing. i couldn’t catch my breath, and i knew i was done.

descending back down to paradise

before we started our final ascent, our guides made something clear: summitting was optional. returning safely to the parking lot at the end of the hike was not optional. reaching the columbia crest at the summit of mount rainier was only 50% of the distance we had to travel. when we reached the top of the disappointment cleaver at 12,300 ft, i turned to nickel and told him, “i have to be honest, i don’t have 50% left in the tank.” i was just vocalizing something he already knew.

the rest the team continued the remaining 2,000 ft to complete their summit. i turned around and made my way down the cleaver with another guide, and i can confirm that descending the cleaver in total darkness is just as disappointing as ascending. i watched the sunrise from my tent, and heard the guides check in with their main office over the radio.

“we had 7 of 8 successful summits. it’s been a great trip.”

it was at that point that i cried, packed up my stuff and got ready for the return trip down the mountain.

that beautiful monster

and here’s the funny thing. the descent was amazing. i had plenty of rest at that point, had spent all of the emotional energy i had available to mourn my failed attempt, and the sun was up. i was warm. my legs felt good. i paused to take photos as we crept down the mountain. we decided to glissade down the snow field, which is basically just a fancy word for sliding on your ass, and it was seriously one of the most fun things i have ever done. as we emerged out of the snow and back onto the dirt trail, i still had enough in the tank to look around and wonder at the delicate beauty of the subalpine meadows.

when we arrived at the parking lot, laurie – the executive director of the washington national park fund – was waiting for us with a cooler of cold drinks and a huge smile. she was filled with sincere pride and gratitude for the trek we just made and the contributions we made towards the park fund. we learned that the money we raised this year would go towards two underfunded programs in the park – the mountain rainier roadside assistance program, and the mount rainier/mountain rescue association joint patrol program. we toasted champagne, shared a closing ceremony pizza, and my new friends and teammates signed the summit board at IMG headquarters. i felt proud to watch them sign their names, proud to have shared the experience, and proud of what we were able to contribute back to the park as a team.

being on a glacier is like being on another planet. it is a powerful, living thing – moving, creaking, creating new landscapes in it’s wake. knowing that the vast appalachian range that i call home was formed by glacial movement, and that there is about 100 ft of glacial dust under the western part of tennessee, i returned home with a renewed connection to this vast thing that is both powerful and also frail. putting my boot on the ground and seeing the clear blue glacial ice below it is something i won’t ever forget.

peace signs at high camp

in the meantime, i learned a lot about my body. it didn’t do what i asked it to do, but the world didn’t end either. i still think that mountaineering is completely insane. but i also know that i will be back on mount rainier, back on that cleaver, to learn just a little bit more.

this was waiting for me in the mail when i returned home. the universe always knows.

      we started at the bottom, now we’re here. i set a whole host of goals this year. spend 30 nights outside. pay off my student loans.

[aramkrikorian-blog]

10-9-2018

waking up. tired. rain. rain on the boots. the boots are torn. shoes. are wet. leather shoes. uncomfortable shoes. comfortable shoes. the daily walk. walking in uncomfortable shoes. ears clogged. not sick. ears jammed up. sticking fingers into ears with toilet paper when in the bathroom. library. salvation army. need to take a piss. need to take a shit. bathrooms. looking for bathrooms. embarassed. look like shit. haven’t showered in a bit. lighters are dead. no flame for cigarettes. the rain. it ruins the cigarette shorts i collect off the ground. talking to myself. not really. lots of people doing real life following. they want me to participate in interactive games with the audience. im not a star. im not taylor swift. she shouldn’t do politics yet. she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. democrats. republicans. green party. lame . parties. people. birthdays. rain. dogs. leashes. masters. slaves. negative conditioning. positive associations. flashbacks. larissa. lory. jessica. ashkhen. hasmig. who and what happened and where am i. did the babies really get aborted. are people messing with my mind. the information. is it true. not true. ears clogged. i can barely hear sarcastic remarks. god is watching over it all. proverbs. Better to live in a desert than with a quarrelsome and nagging wife. peacock in the desert. seattle. pike street. pike market. prospect park. GAR cemetary. ducks. weird tattoo store. weird tattoo aesthetic. cornish college. security guards. smoking cigarettes. asking for cigarettes. not comfortable. SEATAC. orcas. the oceans. pier 70. pier 66. starbucks. starbucks reserve. st james church. gospel mission. millinair club. tweakers. not that many. many or not. not known. know nobody. alone. thoughts. suicide. Virginia Mason hospital. lutheran church. food. food under the bridge. housing help. library on 4th street. newspapers. news. 90 minutes of internet time. homeless resource guide. backpack stolen. all work gone. no more work to look over. wanted a house on frontenac. didn’t get it. went to ferrari dealership - you say you’re a gangsta but you never popped nothing. you’re a real wanksta. songs. curses. nirvana. cause i’ve found god - rethinking what i said about kurt cobain. he is dangerously not well in Lithium. sounds llike the psychiatrists put pills in him and he blew his brains out or heroine or the pain of his wife... she breaks mirrors. weird flashbacks. lorys brother was administerered lithium wh en i was administered seroquel. psychopharma DEATH TOLL. bodies keep stacking. kurt cobain. lithium. lake washington blvd - curt cobains house. i didn’t know. i did a free navigation of the city. i felt things, bro. now i regret what i said about kurt cobain. lady was wearing a nirvana song list tshirt. bruce lee and brandon lee’s graves. crows. bible... scarecrows. 3-6 mafia lord infamous used to call me scaRECROW what is this... where am i. same motifs. same symbols. used by different people at different times. 1 big symbolic soup. trying to make sense of it. untangle it. which came first the word crow or pigeon. beautiful pigeons. appearance of pigeons in ones timeline over time. typing in the library. ‘the kind of kind guy that won’t take no for an answer’ - wanting to buy a house on frontenanc and give it to brent and tim ... tim gave me an umbrella. brent hooked it up with cigarettes - lighter. they were good guys. lyft people circling around. feel guilt and shame resentment everywhere. saved by the dell poster. PRIVATE PROPERTY everywhere - including the seattle sports stadium ... safeco field? seahawks lose to larams - kendrick lamar. lemurians of mt shasta. greyhound... buses. the animals. a great dane takes a fat piss on 700 7th ave...  the courthouse night, doing a speech. finding weed on ground smoking it. speaking at the school ... getting more weed. fed a larabar. ara. ara gets funding again in march. rosenstein is out? cohen is out? melania is in africa - visits a former slave in ghana. beautiful work. thank you mr and mrs trump. kushner? scooby dooby doo. airbnb ... valuations. memories. pains. people. upgrades and promotions. growth. new ideas. scholarships. college. essays. schools. making sure the kids are going to be safe. at least putting a line on the older ones and going to go back and ensure the road is well paved for the younger ones. newspaper room 6th floor. bathrooms on floor 7 of library also on floor 1... and maybe on 3 and 4.. .but not sure. haven’t been higher than floor 7 as far as i recall. lady in front of library - obese with lighter and cigarette - i ask her for a light she says “why are you chasing me?” - not a question. it is a question. it is something inside of a question. an accusation. a false accusation. a controversial, extremely controversial false accusation. it implies more. profile equivalent of a stalker. im not a stalker. a chaser. but i will become one if she wants me to. if the shoe fits ill wear it. or ill just wear it once and throw it away anyway. copy and paste this text and put it into a text to speech application and just listen to it ... let me know if it sounds good. borrow phrases from it. let it brainwash you. because it’s all real. really really really really real. kim and kanye. blessings. armenians. what the heck. little children in library walking around... happy looking. global warming. will it kill all the little children that look so innocent to my eye. and to my eye the world looks ok. but to the instruments... they’re reading something else. that’s how gas kills doesn’t it... it didn’t smell. it just killed. mount olympia. sculpture garden at the pier has a lot of gardners but a lot more dog shit. its impossible to sit in the grass. there was SO MUCH dog shit there. mcdonalds sued for a million dollars. dont do it. all these ridiculous articles on Medium. i joined medium but i cant even press a button to write. ridiculous. double daniels. daniel lives here. so does erin treg. ill try to not mention too many names i guess. maybe they can comment on posts and take them out. fuck ilya golub. fuck olga. fuck all those people. nikolai and m8s and ara and etc etc. let them live their lives but these are weenie people. someone should keep a permanent weenie hat on their heads. stop stuffing dicks into everyones head aram. stop it. note to self. exercise more discipline in the language that i use. lockwood... he was an author who blew his braINS OUT. but he was typing like an animal in the family garage. he released a book. i wish one day i can get back to literature reading again. i miss pynchon. i miss delillo. did they write any new books. are they still alive? im going to check google right now and trust the answer. dellilo alive. i heard roth died. 5-22-2018. wow . the number 22. number of hebrew characters in the alphabet. the number of arab league countries. 22 is a heptagonal number. which means 7 sided polygon number. who knows what that means. its just important. who knows. philip roth died on 5 - 22 - 2018. wow. i miss his work. american paradise or something or portnoy’s complaint. who was that guy. i remember being in oregon 4 years ago and digging deep into literature. is my brother dead? did shant eat a heroine shot? people on the bus were saying weird things. is my father dead? i don’t even know. i remember jolie writing things on the wall. like prophecy that turned into reality. maybe the whole thing was a joke. the name. keith. she used names. she said things. JR JR JR> what is JR.. it’s on the inside of larissa lip . who knows. maybe real or not. nick. wtf. heroine. fresno. people talking to me. gangs this that. greatful dead family. where are we. what is this. acid. meth. heroine. crack brillo pads. what is all this. what happened. where is everyone. dope shooters. not a lot of people left around - “ Cage The Elephant - Shake Me Down - YouTube “ urban dictionary. JR> some caring guy. larissa’s boyfriend. hope they’re still together. been talking out loud to her. sometimes i feel her. saw a lookalike of Lory. or i actually saw lory. maybe when larissa and i were in santa cruz.. we were being watched and played for fools. she kept saying she saw nicole. the aramark logo. the mark from seattle. the people out there. here. chris while. erin triggie. daniel ex of jessica. who knows what people do. say. where am i. what has happened to me. how am i homeless. what is this. what happened to me. i used to be an OG. lol. what am i now. can i even handle it. unlikely candidate. why do people even half respect me. what is going on. scholarships. colleges. high school kids applying for colleges. stanford early application this year is november 1... and the regular is january 2. i remember 2004 applying for fafsa and all that. scholarships. this that. getting accepted. man. SAT scores are still going. its insane how out of touch you get despite trying hardest to stay in touch. eventually the kids evict you themselves. couple library rats tried to trade me bluetooth headset for some molly in front of library and for some crystal. i said no to both. i saw mad guy tweaking dancing fuckin hard at millionair club today - i looked at him and said “brother i love you so i dont want to see you here, like this, ok?” - where is HOMIE RESCUE TEAM - what are we going to do? should we just laugh at this guy. should we just let him die off. should we kill him? what do you think? i have to read news... china and america. usa. and china. and korea. and russia. and some games and calm down and 110 billion dollar pump into USA. turkey and saudi arabia ... and pushing and shoving and ghana and america visits and angola 500 million president running to london who knows... where are we.. like flies buzzing around on The Blue Marble. what happened to sitting at home and enjoying one another in peace. where is my wife. why do i call her my wife. im forgiving people. im rescuing people. im saying im going to quit cigarettes. people look so shady. they look so protective over their assets. ive lost more than i think or know or can count or i dont know whats going on. 

i wanted a ferrari 812 a portofino i saw was pretty i like the color rosso and i wanted a 488 spider and a home on frontenac and i wanted a powerboat like 70 footer or 77′ and i wanted to go to bahamas or caribbean and have sex with my wife and procreate and have children and relax and sleep and rest and have a home on 18 acres in snoquamish and all that stuff and have a Dodge ram 2500 

just read about Satyrs for the first time. rams and satyrs and greece and dionysus and debauchery and Pan and apollo and challenging gods and losing and winning and secretive & lustful and wanting to fuck and permanent erection (piss boner) - very interesting. 

also very interesting is the PT Barnum effect ... basically .. .have you ever had a boner? have you ever wanted to have sex with many women? have you ever flirted with a woman? h ave you ever challenged someone bigger than your own size (like David?) - who knows. Ram. Aram. Random Access Memory. bighorn ram. it was in a shooting game i played on hunting game on computer a long time ago. 

gods .. shoot downs. being destroyed. FLAYED Alive. the Flaying of Tarsus. hubris. arrogance. humility. cold. hot. 

there is this fucking idiot laughing in the library. this fucking tool idiot. he is in the library and he laughs like a clown. i wish joe pesci were here so he can jam and smash on the guy. but he’s not so if i do it. in front of the cameras. it will pr;obably get me into some sort of toruble. who knows. anyway. 

iris murdoch. philip roth. thomas pynchon. all these people. time passes. pynchon delillo still alive still kicking. 

birth days were the worst days. slowly getting over the doldrums. what is it called. weighing yourself down . idioms. expressions. the power of idioms. lists of idioms. lists of ethnic slurs. lists of sociological terms. lists of profiling terms. lists of lists. endless lists of words and referrents and objects and feelings. 

Jimmy hendrix park seattle. the numbered avenues. Ballard. the draw bridges. the seaplanes. the boeing. the SAM . art museum. the fountains. the trees and parks. the lake washington. the lake union. the puget sound. the alaskan viaduct project. 4 months. all the little pieces of seattle. the 4 seasons. the goldfinch bar. the bars. the loyal inn. mark matthews park. he was a presbyterian minister. here we are. some guy still laughing so i told him to shut up bro that hes fucking annoying. then another guy joins in... he does a little goat laugh. so i fucken do a sheep laugh too. fuck these guys. play whack a mole all day. 

seattle is amazing. minus these idiots in it. can someone genocide them. or get rid of their bodies tonight and feed them to the orcas k25 and k13 ? .. k13 is dead. k25 is getting skinny. 

The latest official count is 77 orcas among the three pods. That reflects the death of K-13, a 45-year old female named Skagit.

the count of orcas is 77 orcas. i wanted a 77 or 70 foot yacht. i wanted to call it Septuagint. there are al ot of 7s in the bible. 

oh Gosh. oh man. david reigned for 7 years 6 months. 76. 67.  6s and 7s. 42s. wow. and 7 male descendants of Saul hung before the lord. 7s. the 7 times 77 forgiveness.. yesterday the sevenfold punishments in leviticus. i like stuff like this alot. 

7 for all mankind - i remember such days. the time is 12:12 Pm on 10/9/2018. 

who knows these things ... the Lord is playing on all tracks concurrently. im less annoyed. i see all these defective personas in one day. i dont know why. but its getting better. people getting chin checked. a lot of people getting tagged. 

the rats are getting smashed on worldwide. Meng. etc etc. interpol. this that. internationally. locally, domestically. the Great Awakenings. when we enter into slumbers and turn into zombies turn into psychic vampires. we need to clean the algae every once in a while or else there’s just bodies and piles of bodies of humans. we dont really care about the dead of the past. we really dont’ give a shit or dedicate any time to remembering or researching the dead of the past. a list of wars by death toll. largest natural disasters by death toll. 

to have faith. to try to pray to God. to say im not here to destroy the catholic church. people say and come up with the worst and weirdest things. if you can only see this writing post you will see i hop around so many places. 

a poison dart frog, a dog, a porcupine, a snake, a cow - i’ve been compared to such animals. after a while all the terms of endearment eventually get to me.. its annoying its not cute. people speak they did the worst things to me and im pretty done for trying to recover. maybe i will maybe i wont maybe someone will kill me or ill magically die.. it wont matter - i see that kurt cobain and bruce and brandon and jimmi hendrix theryre all dead and the stars are all dead the “stars” ... revelation says 

Revelation 6:13 and the stars of the sky fell to the earth, like unripe figs

and the woman and the dragon and the red dragon ... and ir ead revelation and imagined myself as satan last year but i dont think so. i think the others are satan becasue they twisted my brains in and out.. and i cant wait for the rest of revelation to be carried out so that i can witness the end of the world. im very tired of how twisted and disgusting things have become.. im not just angry or wrathful.. i would like to actually see the end of the world... i would like to see Jesus im going to try and be ok until that happens. .. and its so sad that people are just.. .its so sad. 

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation+12&version=NKJV

love, 

aram krikorian

[angelicyourd]

Some words about CalExit

tldr I don’t agree with it. (this piece of writing is highly personal, mostly unedited, and informed by emotions, not facts. That’s where I’m at in case of CalExit.)

I am a native Californian. I was born in Sacramento on opening night of the 1991 California State Fair; there were fireworks outside the hospital window. My parents love this state. My mom moved here after growing up in the Great Smokey Mountains and thought THE SACRAMENTO VALLEY was paradise. My Dad has driven us hours out of our way just to see places that inspired Hitchcock films. I take after them. I think this state is a special place. I’ve seen waves crash up over the beach and onto the road, I’ve seen the beauty of Yosemite through the haze of massive wildfires, I’ve been stuck in traffic on the Grapevine for hours in the dead of night. I watched the Bay Area replace five miles of the Oakland Bay Bridge to better defend our infrastructure against earthquakes. I’ve heard musicians play at elevations of 8,200 feet in the middle of July against a backdrop of snow on the nearby mountaintops. I’ve slept on the pier in San Diego and remembered then that even in the heat of summer, miles from the Mexican border, it still gets fucking cold by the Pacific. I have crawled inside burned out redwoods and explored California Conservation Corps railway tunnels. A massive chunk is missing from the mountain across the American River from my hometown, due to a dam that never got built there. People run a hundred miles here for fun. Thanks to growing up in such an agriculturally rich area, Placer County is is the only place where the farmer’s market has met my ridiculous standards. My hometown was settled by French gold miners, my railroad was built by Chinese immigrants, and the Nisenan lived here long before anyone from Europe cared about California gold. I had to use Wikipedia to look up those facts because even though I attended k-12 school in this town, I don’t know enough about its history.

Are we an incredible state? Yes. I missed this state terribly for each day that I didn’t live here. Could we probably kick some weird ass if we split off from the rest of the US? Fuck yes. We’d still have Tahoe and Disneyland and Yosemite and agriculture and Berkeley and happy cows and Comic Con. But should we CalExit? FUCK no.

I’ve been privileged to travel around a lot of this country. I have lived in New York City and on Florida’s Gulf Coast. I once visited San Diego, Seattle, Portland Maine, and Orlando all in one year (Denver, too). On my mostly solo trip across the country in my station wagon, I passed up seeing Yellowstone and wound up taking a pit stop in Laramie, Wyoming, a town I only knew existed because of a hate crime that occurred there. I have chased thunderstorms in Sedona, Arizona. I have seen dolphins, manatees, stingrays, wild boars, and alligators in Central Florida (I also saw birds of prey carrying snakes there). I have seen raccoons in Bushwick and deer in Fort Tryon Park. In Oregon, I have seen herds of wild elk so beautiful that traffic stopped to quietly observe them. I have seen one bald eagle in my life (in Maine) and I kayaked right up to its tree.

I could go on, but fuck purple mountain majesty, let’s talk about the people. I attended college in New York, making friends from many states. I completed an internship in Florida, making friends from many more states. I love those people. I can’t think of anything poetic to say about them except that I love them a whole lot more than I love seeing wild boars or manatees. While it might be tempting to pack up our Golden State, design ourselves a new government, and sail into the west to go hang with Hawaii (Alaska can come too), it would mean leaving behind every other person who lives in every other incredible state. It would mean leaving them to this garbage fire of an administration. It would mean leaving our friends and neighbors to suffer and die under cruel and careless government. It would mean trying to make something good, but keeping it only for ourselves. THE WHOLE IDEA IS SELFISH, SHORT-SIGHTED, AND RIDICULOUS.

California is fucked up, too. My neighbor has a Trump sign and my representative is a Republican. My representative before him was also a Republican, and he was so shitty that he was featured in a Michael Moore film specifically for being shitty. California has 53 representatives and the nation has 435, so he was really, really shitty. We’ve got hate crimes and homelessness and EARTHQUAKES and FIRE and LOS ANGELES.

The idea of breaking our beautiful, fucked up state away from the rest of our beautiful, fucked up country makes me sick. We can’t leave our friends and neighbors to this mess. We can’t build a lifeboat with room for only us. Anyone seen Hitchcock’s Lifeboat? There isn’t enough water, people die, and there are Nazis. That’s exactly what will happen if we CalExit. May as well call it CaLifeboat. There’s no one out in the Pacific who’s going to rescue us. And Hitchcock was a disgusting letch, though a brilliant filmmaker. Thanks Dad. Brought that full circle, didn’t I?

#no calexit #calexit #references to Hitchcock #Alfred Hitchcock