In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Thundershowers in the morning - with thunder cracks that sounded like targeted strikes around the perimeter of our neighborhood - left puddles that were already fighting to survive at 11am.
D, getting up to avoid a sprinkler that eventually aimed at the patch of grass she was laying on after leaving the bar at 1:30 a.m. (it's past 2 at this point), fell and scraped her elbow on the sidewalk.
I make a living doing web design and development with a great team
The Agaric Design Collective
I'm trying to make possible a worldwide nonviolent revolution for justice, liberty, and making more good things doable.
People Who Give a Damn
If you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time.
But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.
— Aboriginal activists group, Queensland, 1970s (via Lilla Watson)