North Dakota makes me sick. Seriously. Since returning I went from perfectly healthy to queen of ill. CA was fab- lots of conferencing, lots of alcohol, lots of Amber.
Last weekend rocked my feminist self. Martinis with demali ayo after hearing her killer talk about the ridiculous nature of white people's seemingly innocuous yet degrading actions and words spoken in our racist culture. Have you heard of How-to-Rent-a-Negro? She wrote it. Amazing. Two thrilling conversations with Jennifer Baumgardner over the course of a few days (and my gushing to her about how fabulous she is and how my friends and I all read Manifesta when I was at Tech). Hearing her speak twice was motivating as hell. I truly attempt to integrate my feminist values into my daily life, but damn, my wheels have been turning the past few days. All this excitement topped off with a drag show Saturday night. Yes. Drag. In Fargo. Who knew. Granted, the dyke community still has some seriously slim pickins, it was good to be out and out. And in excellent company. Sunday spent in pj's nursing the persistent nasal drama.
Today has been an ongoing dosage of cold meds and battles of the professional type. I'm purchasing stock in tissues and plotting how I plan to take over the world. Well, maybe just leave my mark in this town. And I will. I promise.
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two words if you haven't tried it already: neti pot. seriously doc. my head has exploded back here in co, and the neti love is saving me. no joke, and it's not nearly as bad as it sounds.
Just as long as leaving your mark doesn't involve Synchronized Tractor Corps or crapping your pants, I'm okay with it. Just leave your mark and get the hell out! Get well!
Ah, even across the miles we post nasally drip in unison. That's gross...sorry.
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