Had forgotten the date, but I will never forget the day. This was not the first, last, nor was it the largest. Some of the databases available incorporate Retrosheet ID codes. These are of the form 'llllfnnn' where 'llll' are the first four letters of the last.
Today would have been my father. My father was already disabled when we came to America.
He had a vulnerable heart and spent most of his time being my caregiver, organizing the apartment, and hiding needful things in useful places where we never found them again. Once, in a life before I ever knew him, he had been a photographer, a .
Born in 1969 and having ridden from a young age, William started eventing at the age of 15. Encouraged by his parents, both of whom completed. COMMANDER: LTC Dreisonstok LTC Mann – 18 March to 12 August 1969 LTC Walrath – 13 August 1969 to early 1970. LOCATION: AO — Trang Bang northeast. Stats and results for players, teams, leaders and scores from the first game ever to yesterday. February 1969 From Lt. William McShane: Feb 5 Received two sets of long john's from home and slept in them along with a sleeping bag last night. Thousands of complete step-by-step printable LEGO. Here you can find step by step instructions for most LEGO. All of them are available. Huckleberry Finn and his friends, Tom Sawyer and Becky Thatcher, travel from one animated world to the next, always followed by the same villain, Injun Joe.
He spent a lot of time alone in this country and when he died, his death was just like his life here? Citizenship is dissociation, the art of forgetting: to belong in America is to forget America. What wars has this country waged for its citizens and against them? We fill our tanks, we pay our taxes.
Who walks blithely over the graves black and brown bodies make? It is a thriving not in spite of death but because of it. That, too, is a mythology our money has made real. I spend my days unraveling, following a thread of violence and suppression that only has to whisper its presence in order to expel power over me and who I believe I am meant to be in this world.
And what about you, reader? What have you agreed to so that you might feel this free?- GRP. S. You can support the writing of these astro- loveletters at my paypal site ORYou can donate to FIERCE instead, an organization I value in NYC“FIERCE is an LGBTQ youth of color- led organization.
We build the leadership, political consciousness, and organizing skills of LGBTQ youth. I needed an ideology that would define his behavior in context. The black movement had given me an ideology that helped explain his colorism (he did fall in love with my mother partly because she was so light; he never denied it).
Feminism helped explain his sexism. I was relieved to know his sexist behavior was not something uniquely his own, but rather an imitation of the behavior of the society around us. All partisan movements add to the fullness of our understanding of society as a whole. They never detract; or, in any case, one must not allow them to do so. Experience adds to experience.- Alice Walker . Our books only teach us so much.
And countries too, with their invented histories, their every- day pleasures and heaps of garbage, what can they tell you about your purpose in this world? Your reflection glimmers beautiful in shop windows and is gone. I want to believe, given all this war and death and violent denial, that this summer has been easy for no one.
Still, time presses down on us with her thumb and demands work, demands we eat, demands we smile when someone takes a picture of us standing under a waterfall. And you must go to the waterfall, Aquarius, no matter how broken the world. You must go to the waterfall and watch the cataract beat down on the rocks at its foot, watch the water shape them. In what other types of suffering is beauty born? And when is beauty a seed? And when is beauty a burden? Pisces. You run the hot water over the dishes in the sink, of which there are many.
They are evidence of a beautiful morning, a morning making food for a lover or a friend or your kid. There is soap too, in this water, breaking down grease from butter and meat and from meals before this meal. Small tasks adding up to a daily life, which is not removed, which has today to worry about and tend to. You tend to it. You pluck each dish from the hot basin and think about gloves, about needing some.
You can clean each separate thing, sometimes gently and sometimes with your elbow deep in it. This work is an offering, a gratitude, a time to think about the rest of the day and the many meals that follow this one.
Not all of them will be beautiful but each one will be a choice you have made in response to some kind of hunger. Once, life was a different room everyday. You walked in and walked out, you were always changing but nothing felt changed. These days, you walk into the same room and it is the room of yourself. In this room, you let the right ones in and you know you are strong to care and be cared for, both. In this room, you do the work, you get dirty and you come clean. Aries. In response to a question about the future of Queer art in relation to .
Aries, the visionary, the optimistic heart, the one who believes a skill they don. In order to care for those who depend on you, you split your world into two: creator and nurturer. You felt like you had to choose and in choosing lost sight of how. Aries, you maker of new possibilities, rest up and let your collective visions return to you. Imagine a life where the nurturer in you has boundaries that rise up out of love and never out of fear, where the creator in you makes art that is a reason to live in this world.
Taurus. In another world we are walking shoulder to shoulder through an exhibit called Twice Militant. We want to honor her brilliance of course, to scan her ingenious arguments for the liberation of women, black and gay in particular, her commitment to being exceptional and her suffering from it. Her suffering feels very present in the room the way genius can change the air when it is made visible. What holds onto us, what always holds, are the secret things. The lists she wrote privately, her likes and dislikes, her contradictions and her clear river of want: Lorraine Hansberry, age 3.
I regret. That love is really as elusive as everybody over 3. Praise fate! The inside of a lovely woman. You can start with the easy things.
These things are easy because you know the limits of the material world. To work and finish something. Now go deeper. Gemini.
You. Here to there, this way then that? She says soft serve AND hot dogs, house margaritas and a whole pizza pie. We might have our own concerns but none of them apply. Yes bring it all over. A kind of being there for each other.
To offer up the physical thing: small offerings, gentle tidings, something material you. This is about ritual and intention. About having a clean heart. But, keep in mind that an offering won.
An offering is made for the pleasure of giving, the lightness of it. I see you, your Gemini gift might say, you are so important to me?
Who knew Bon Jovi could conjure up such feminisms? Last week, I found you in the East Village and we took turns people watching. At our final destination, Tompkins Square Park, we watched a six- person cover band sing American hits. Everyone danced in their own way: one women swayed her arms up from her fold- out chair while her husband thrashed around a few feet away, a young man walked the periphery pumping his limbs in rhythm to the beat.
We were talking about loss and heartache, about when what we love holds us back and when it helps us grow. We were also talking about people, the people dancing, the people we love, the people walking by with dogs that looked exactly like them. Even though it looks entirely different than how it once did, I know I grew up in that park. I fell in love with lost girls, I thrashed around in misogynist mosh pits and I want to tell you that it. When we were young, we felt large in the world and everything was ours.
Now we are smaller and so we lose things: our old self- beliefs, the futures we thought we wanted, the parents we imagined we could have. But we can have a bench to sit on, a bad song to sing along to, a good friend who rubs our hand gently and says Even if it feels impossible, one day you. I went every week on a Thursday evening for a month until, faithfully, I was bestowed a 3. One Day At A Time on the other. And yes, there was alcoholism in my family, plenty stories of the man my father had been and who my brother was becoming. I was just chasing a dead relationship in a foreign city and I needed ways to nurse my sense of self- worth. What I understood: Sobriety isn.
Even if you are wandering home drunk, even if the soft rattle of Klonopin in your tote bag brings you a sense of safety. I know you might be out there doing the hard work of fighting for your life. I understand that you might be nursing a soda at the bar, leaving parties early because the smell of pot is bringing up waves of nausea. But, Leo, your commitment to yourself.
It permeates our being, this suffering racist world, whether or not we know it. I think feeling out of place can make you feel crazy. I think buying dozens of self- help books you never finish can make you feel crazy, especially if your idea of self- help is unraveling the minds of great philosophers. I think that folding your whole self into the life of someone else, whether it is because you are afraid to lose them or afraid to find yourself, can make you crazy. If this month of late night bacchanals and badly timed commitments has left you feeling alienated, outside of some greater picture, outside of yourself and what means most to you.
Virgo, returning to yourself is a work that is never over. We fuck up, we start again, we find reasons to be better versions of ourselves that are beyond us? For a long time, it all seemed sort of cut and dry: some people are passionate people and some are not; passion exists in some nebulous part of our psyches, evoked from us if the flute plays just the right song. O if it were so then make it so, sister. Libra- extraordinaire, Serena is asked to prove to the world over and over that she is worth adoration. It must be daunting to work so hard, to give up your life, to know that your own country will cheer for a stranger before it cheers for you.
Watch this woman, only in her thirties, this world a trembling passionate muscle in her arms. Obviously had some tough losses.
Make something everyday even if you. Focus on the way small wins lead to the big ones. Focus on Serena, or any Amazon who raises her racket and never backs down. Scorpio. Once, in rags and mesh, you were two girls belonging to no one.
The East Village community gardens were just as much yours as the open sky raining. Each night, when you ran away from your family, you ran to her little storefront teeming with roaches and radical road shows. You were seventeen, queer, and unafraid to die.
She read your tarot card under a tin tile ceiling painting dry- blood- red. Now, over a decade later, you. Whatever you believe in.