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doloresflores_d
- Location
- San Rafael, California,
- Birthday
- July 06
- Bio
- wonderer & wanderer also known as laura joakimson [jo-a'-kim-son]
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"I have to add this. You talk about the darkest, scariest, creepiest time of night. That's when I dance. Really. I dance at that time to charge up the night. The deepest, darkest time. I just get into it."
--Josephine Ortez
MY RECENT POSTS
- when the devil came to
california...
May 12, 2012 10:18PM - aung san suu kyi and the bumpy
road toward democracy
April 19, 2012 11:34PM - does it matter that mike
daisey lied?
March 16, 2012 11:28PM - on religious freedom
March 08, 2012 03:11PM - high sierra camp letters to
john muir
August 20, 2011 12:50PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “"Yes, everything speaks
of you,
but not for you
-"
the 'you' of your
poem…”
May 15, 2012 06:39AM - “after the past couple of
elections and with all of
the
polarities between the
par…”
May 15, 2012 06:31AM - “great tension between
the polarities of desire and
unfolding
of the
unconscious..…”
May 15, 2012 06:24AM - “thank-you for the poem
and also the song at the end.
the one
good I see coming
ou…”
May 15, 2012 06:21AM - “torrito, so glad to make
you smile. :)
chicago
guy, glad you're now in the
know. i…”
May 15, 2012 06:12AM
Doloresflores_d's Links
- revolution comique
- thinkprank
- spiffenspookens
- laughter against the machine
- bonne cause
- wivoices
- panzi hospital (helping congolese rape victims)
- woman-to-woman international
- free the slaves
- (archive) mostly untrue stories
- piggy
- (archive) booklove
- malalai joya
- sebastian junger
- ken saro wiwa
- (archive) on writing, art and community
- escape from panda island
- 2009 OS anthology
- (archive) on human rights
- perry v. schwarzenegger
- loudmouth of kabul
- daniel ellsberg
- on haiti
- elizabeth gurley flynn
- aung san sui kyi
- gap closing store in sf
- working on a cruise ship
- ken saro wiwa
- not 'just' rape in the Congo
- (archive) autobiographical
- from the actor's studio questions
- my journey to Lhasa
- my life as a lesbian at 13
- 100 springs
- autobiography in 100 words
- a million ways to have fun
- thanksgiving in Korea
- (archive) poems
- your friend not your follower
- war on empathy
- in praise of adverbs: stupidly
- autobiography in 100 words
- we here too (for sarah palin)
- (archive) movie reviews
- The Most Dangerous Man in America
- The Reader
- (archive) on our two wars
- reading sebastian junger's 'war'
- the loudmouth of kabul
- does your writing matter to anyone?
- (archive) on the planet
- gulf oil spill
- ken saro wiwa
- (archive) san francisco street life
- mehserle trial verdict to be announced
- prop 8 trial
- howard street fair
- litquake
- (archive) on volunteering
- I serve sushi to san francisco's literati
- notes from the juggernaut II
- notes from the juggernaut
- greengreen world
- no impact man (colin beavan)
- julia butterfly hill
- sf environment
- skin deep
- center for environmental health
- not just a pretty face
- wild equity
- novella carpenter
- one square inch of silence
- animal reviews
- "In war, there are no unwounded soldiers." José Narosky
- reporters without borders
- organization for women's freedom in Iraq
- demagogues and dictators
- witness
- wikileaks
- combatants for peace
- stopwar.ca
- artists against the war
- afghan women (RAWA)
- artists and writers and witches and bears
- the people project
- christin rice
- katy ellis, jr
- pickpocket almanack
- 13 blackbirds
- kathryn vercillo's sf
- laramie crocker
- alternative pants
- talking mongoose
- scaryfairytales
- against all odds
- aaron belz
- nevermind the beasts
- lily salter
- saren suture
- intriguing do-gooders
- saving the internet
- homeboy industries
- 88bikes
- cure blindness
- first descents
- peaceful uprising
- international league of conservation photographers
- word music
- porchlight
- radio lab
- wiretap
- this american life
- rose aguilar
- moth
- read, baby, read
- colorlines
- center for investigative journalism
- source watch
- matt taibbi
- joan walsh
- nation, deadline poet
- the sun
- jim hightower
July sixth, my birthday, I share with Tenzin Gyatso, the fourteenth Dalai Lama, and with George W. Bush.
I mention this because on April 16th of this year, I met the bodhisattva, Josie Ortez, also known as Sepha or dakinidancer. Over drinks I told her that she had been one… Read full post »

At 13 I became a lesbian. Not by experience or lifestyle, but by reputation.
To give a little background, as a child I tried nearly every kind of school that we could find. My religious parents wanted their kids to go to private, religious schools although… Read full post »

I learned from my great aunt JoAnn that despite what girls are told, being good and beautiful is not what it takes to win you a spot as the most loved.
Well into her seventies, my great aunt could become teary eyed and bitter over… Read full post »
My grandparents loved taking cruises. Ironically, my grandfather, a photographer, grew up in a working class family in San Francisco. Touring the world in the mega luxury liners were a crowning symbol of his success and achievement later in life. But when I took a job on a cruise line, in… Read full post »
There is an irony in complaining of old jobs at the exact moment in history when jobs may become a precious scarcity…yet job stories always get me. More than love stories do, whatever that says about me.
For the record, I regret no job I’ve taken because every one… Read full post »
My favorite Thanksgiving meal traveled illegally to a foreign country, packed in dry ice, to be later cooked, sliver by sliver, in a toaster oven.
To know this story, it’s necessary to meet Bridget: short, red-haired, smart, freckled, thirty year old Ivy League graduate, MA, from upst… Read full post »
This election is in many ways—I was going to say an exercise in Chinese water torture, but maybe the updated version of that is a Bush style waterboarding. Obama is ahead in the polls, but no one can get complacent because no matter what the polls say, supposedly undecided white voters… Read full post »
As a college student I was shocked when I aced my math entrance exam. I had scores high enough to attract a professor from the department to wander over to talk me into majoring in something number-related. Sadly, and being 18, I bee lined for the furthest place on campus, even… Read full post »
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