Monthly Archives: September 2016

Bark Beetle: The Transformation Begins

Life has felt like a bit of a downer lately. Have you noticed?

Old white people protesting on the corner in my neighborhood because even they're like, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

Old white people protesting on the corner in my neighborhood because even they’re like, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”

Come on! The airwaves are filled with racism, sexism, homophobia… Everyday there’s this wanna-be demagogue hollering poorly-articulated calls to march into the past – so we can just get more of the racism and the sexism and the homophobia, I guess.

We’ve got innocent people being murdered daily by the authorities supposedly empowered to protect us – right here in America. Global war, terror, death, children who look like this, a complete and total lack of human compassion about it all and, my favorite…

A stunningly ignorant regression in our understanding of science?

Really? Continue reading

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I'm a racist.

Look at me.

America is so disappointing to me.

Something is wrong with me right now because of it; I feel broken. I hope, though, at some point I’ll maybe come to see this as the moment things started to get right.

Yes, I’m tired and overworked and I can barely string two coherent sentences together when I get home at night, but more than anything I’m depressed. 

I’m depressed because, quite frankly, America sucks. We, the people, SUCK.

Actually, let me amend that – we, the white people, SUCK. We are broken as a nation and, what’s worse – we’ve always existed this way.  Continue reading

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All week I’ve wanted to write a post here. I wanted to have my nice quiet few hours where I sit and reflect on my life and capture something of worth here for my family, and for my future self.

But I didn’t get it. I didn’t get it because 60-hour work weeks are my norm now. And I live in a city so packed with people and problems that it takes me two hours – yes, two HOURS – to commute 14 miles HOME from my job when I’m finally able to leave it.  Continue reading

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The Wall

I don’t know what it is with me, but I’m OBSESSED with family photos, and finding myriad new ways to display them around both my houses.

(and also archive tens of thousands of them online, of course)

Maybe it’s because we always had a RAD family photo wall in my house growing up as a kid… I mean, RAAADDD. My mom knew no bounds with her collaging and hanging, people. “Gallery wall” my ass – Munga mastered that shit in the 70s.

I feel like the most important thing I can do to carry on her legacy is to not only wallpaper my own house in family photos, but to also simultaneously up the ante a little (yes, I think about this a lot!). You know; come up with new “themes”, “arrangements”, etc. Really make her proud.

I made a gallery wall above my (steep, old) stairs from the photos displayed at my wedding, as an homage to Team Temple's beginnings.

The gallery wall above my (steep, old) stairs is made up of old photos I collected and displayed at my wedding, as an homage to Team Temple’s beginnings.

Are you laughing? Probably. But this is seriously my passion.

I’ve done pretty well in our Oakland house thus far; however, now that we’re one year deep in at the cabin I have a new idea… and I’m geeking out about it (to quote Munga).

In our little square mudroom, after our Labor Day housewarming last year, I hung this large canvas print of the excellent friends who helped us christen our new home:

Can't believe this was a year ago already!

Everyone stops to admire it on their way into our house. 🙂 

And now that we’ve had ANOTHER amazing Labor Day at Mustang Ranch, I’ve decided that every year, when we repeat this tradition, we’ll get a group photo of the friends we share it with – our family – and add it to the walls of the mud room, until the room is PACKED.

So, here we go:

Year 2 Crew!

Year 2 Crew: Marlene, Zoe (+unborn), Micah, Kristyn, Mike (minus Ed, who had already crossed the river, dammit)!

You’ll have to come to the cabin to see how it all fits together (but make no doubt, I’ll make it look gooooood). 

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