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I have a big secret.  My name is Ray, and I will stop and take something out of someone’s trash if I think it is cool.   279 more words


Anarchism in Salt Lake City

“I don’t know how we do it,” I said to Kevin. “But we always seem to find the anarchists.”

It had been only four hours since we’d been dumped outside Salt Lake City’s courthouse by Tim the Weed Farmer, and we were already at Boing House, Salt Lake City’s anarchist commune. 1,381 more words


When in Doubt, Paint it! A Quickie Paint Pick-Me-Up and Rearrange for the Front Porch.

The front porch has been bugging me for awhile now, so I got off my lazy duff and did something about it this weekend. I’d been meaning to paint the tables on the porch white since finding them (yes, they are both Freebee Alley Finds!) to blend them in with the other porch furniture and trim. 215 more words


Over Land and Sea

At midnight, we set up camp by a farm, halfway between Bergen and Osøyro. After a very buggy night, we headed south for Osøyro.

Our first, and hopefully last, head over handlebars fall occurred. 438 more words


Recent sales (June 8 – 21)

1. Myott china set: To a reader for 80$. This is one of things I really didn’t want to move. I’m glad to see them go to a good home! 491 more words

Mortification then, overwhelming joy now

“Omigod, Mom, please, please, please do not get in that Dumpster! Not with me in the car!”

I’d wager I said these words to my mom at least dozens of times, if not hundreds. 727 more words


Let's Be Poor - Part I

I know from poor. Not poverty–I’ve never known poverty–but I know what it is to be poor.

As a music major at SF State, I earned money playing orchestra and quartet gigs, worked minimum wage jobs, but still didn’t have much by way of money. 676 more words