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100 things about me #39-50:

39. I think it is unconscionable that we have allowed George W. Bush to act as president for so ridiculously goddamn long, given how much bloody evidence there is about how he stole the election of 2000.

40. I broke my two front teeth in a rollerblading accident two years ago. It was a situation of woman versus pavement.

41. Some of my heroes: June Jordan, Helen Caldecott, Ani Difranco, The Green Party, Jeanette Winterson, The Nation (progressive news journal), Michael Moore, KPFA Radio, Amy Goodman, Arundhati Roy, Katharine Hepburn, Cherrie Moraga, Sandra Cisneros, the Buddha, Thich Nhat Hanh . . . I’m sure there are more than those.

42. I wish that my cousins kept on-line diaries. I love them so much. And I keep in touch so terribly. It would be nice . . . to read of their lives.

43. I used to juggle clubs on a float (which advertised for the casino that payed me), that ran up and down the Atlantic City Boardwalk.

44. I love apple pie and cheeseburgers and baseball. Isn’t it crazy? Isn’t it sick?

45. I do not, however, have blonde hair, blue eyes, nor do I vote Republican.

46. I was a Democrat up until about two years ago, when I realized that I was continuing to move farther and farther to the left and the Democrats were continuing to move farther and farther to the right. This shift was made horrifyingly clear when they yes-sirred a war resolution that gave a president neither they nor the majority of the American people elected ridiculously gross powers to dismantle human and civil rights on a wide scale and for justification all he has to do is mutter the word “terrorism.”

47. I voted for Nader in a state that voted for Gore in a country that also voted for Gore but got Bush, anyway, and is too altogether complacent or scared to do anything about it. But I do still like apple pie. And cheeseburgers. And baseball.

48. In junior high school, I became aware of the fact—I mean, really aware, like super hyper conscious (it wasn’t that I didn’t know it before)—that men had penises. Like, all men. All the time. Even my teachers. And they were right there, those penises, on the other side of not enough cotton or polyester or what have you to provide sufficient barrier, as for as I was concerned. Look at these men just waving their penises around like it was nothing at all!

49. I had a dream once that I was a naked white boy with a naked white penis. I do not think that this means that I have any desire to be a boy, naked, white, or otherwise, nor to have a penis (although I do have a dildo or two).

50. Occasionally I have dreams which come true. This is a truly true thing. At the same time, I’m not putting it out there to prove anything. I mean, it’s not something that comes on call; and when I have such a dream, I never know that it’s going to come true until it does; and I never predict things that are like earth-changing or anything, but still it’s creepy: Like one time I had this dream that I was taking all of this pottery—all of these dishes off of a shelf and putting them into my laundry hamper--with the dirty laundry in it. And I woke up and it was like ‘That was weird—what was I putting dishes in my hamper for?’ And then I forgot about it. Some days later, we had an earthquake in the middle of the night. I had recently purchased a whole mess of would-be Christmas presents from the U.C. Berkeley annual Wintertime Pottery Sale and I had stacked it on a high shelf on top of my wardrobe-like closet in my bedroom. When the building stopped shaking, I immediately started taking the pottery down from the shelf, and I cast about for someplace safe where I could put the dishes where they might not get damaged in case there were aftershocks. I pulled out my laundry hamper and began stacking the dishes in them. Looking down at my hands stacking the dishes in the laundry hamper, I had a flash of memory. Where had I seen that same sight before? Oh, yes! I remembered. It was exactly as it had been in the dream. Exactly. Trippy. It’s always like that. It’s happened at least a dozen times in my life. Possibly more.