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choices, distance, stories

Sun, 10/09/2011 - 03:01 -- Bee

We were talking about how much our lives have changed in the last ten years and I asked idly "I can't remember - how long ago was my book stolen?"

Byron answered "September 14, 2001."

"Really? Why are you so sure?"

"Because everyone thought the break-ins were political."

My mind has not retained the details but Byron sketched in the scenario: a series of punk houses robbed, a warning from friends that we might be next. At the time I shrugged off the danger. I owned nothing worth stealing.

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science, commerce, cancer

Wed, 10/05/2011 - 02:38 -- Bee
The scene is always the same: brightly coloured murals, rows of plastic seats, a television blaring somewhere just out of sight, crying babies, and shattered parents.

I'm forty years old and my medical care is still coordinated under the auspices of a children's hospital.

Sitting in the corridor waiting for my appointment in the cancer genetics clinic I wondered if I could just bolt, though I limited my actions to a refrain of "I don't want to be here." Repeated every two minutes.

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memory, scars, tea

Mon, 09/12/2011 - 02:42 -- Bee

I was in a speciality clinic recently and the doctor tapped his pen on a piece of paper. My blood work showed significant problems with my liver.

He said "Either you are drinking yourself to death, or you have hepatitis."

I blinked. "Um, well, I don't drink, so I guess we can go with the other hypothesis. Or wait, maybe I had it? No. Yes. Definitely. I remember, I picked it up in the hospital in the middle of the cancer years."

The doctor started taking notes. "Which kind? A, B, or C?"

"Dunno."

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friendship, time, wandering

Sat, 09/10/2011 - 14:33 -- Bee

I don't have any brothers or sisters, but Marisa comes as close to kin as possible without sharing DNA. We've known each other so long we often forget how we met, but the answer is music, the neighbourhood, life. We've traveled, toured, performed in strange places, had huge fun. The only point we ever disagree about is the nature of time. She thinks there is plenty available and tells me not to worry. I'm convinced that there isn't enough to accomplish everything that needs doing.

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Badass Union Queen 

Mon, 09/05/2011 - 09:57 -- Bee

Happy Labor Day.

For years now it seems that all the news is about global economic turmoil, political assassinations, ruinous storms, and rioting in the streets - and the most our elected leaders have offered is the distraction of new puppies and royal weddings. The last decade has been enough to extinguish hope. It seems like everything good is being destroyed, not least the progress made by the labor movement. Before he was executed Joe Hill famously said: "don't mourn, organize." I agree.

In the face of disaster, I don't know what else to do but believe - and sing.

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videos, empathy, and opportunity

Sat, 09/03/2011 - 02:24 -- Bee

The other night we were watching videos from the 90's, and I remain amazed.

Now that my daughter is 21 I have had many opportunities to test my theories in a practical environment. Summary findings: I would never treat anyone the way I was treated in my youth. The fact that there is a filmed record of those years is fantastic because it demonstrates that I wasn't crazy. I was just in a very bad situation.

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youth, time, coffee

Wed, 08/31/2011 - 03:54 -- Bee

The other day a huge mystery package arrived in the mail, and when I opened it I found to my enormous delight coffee! But not just any coffee - excellent high quality espresso beans from all the best roasters in the NW! So much coffee from so many places I am officially spoiled!

Sharing will be difficult, but I will persevere. Mmm, coffee. . . .

The package was from Lindsey, who we met during her recent student exchange here in London, and Leslie, a friend of youth.

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sentiment, love, marriage

Tue, 08/23/2011 - 04:57 -- Bee

The weekend my daughter turned three I was at loose ends - she wanted to hang out with her grandparents, leaving me stranded in a small college town without any idea of how to entertain myself.

School was closed, there were no shows on, and I didn't want to see what was playing at the dollar theatre. I was bored, lonely, angry, and twenty-two years old. Without any discernible thought or planning I did something reckless and completely normal: I hooked up with an ex-housemate.

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