inglorious wanderer

Since plucking myself into America, I learned that motel is short for mobile hotel. Back in my country of origin which a lot of fucked up flips who have also plucked themselves out of the country have so been fondly calling P.I., motels are for one-night stand quickies.  I am using the free-wifi in this cheap hotel California, seven miles away from my home address, and pretend that my home is in  Battleground, WA and RN and I are just visiting to be present at a significant milestone for the older daughter. The Godzilla room which is actually a hoarder's room has become part of my long-term memory and it no longer annoys me to think about it. And so is Ayeddis Vahkkendjaab!  I pretend I am here to revisit El Cajon Peak and ride the trolley into San Ysidro and crossover the border to look for Tijuana Zonkeys. I am also going to return to Tecate Peak and take pictures of the whole of Tecate, a city of Baja California where real Mexican food is served. Yep, I would also visi...

It's another yellow flower. More than four years ago, a yellow hibiscus marked my first post to this blog :  Go Pluck Yourself! Back then, I was still so much into gardening. I was also so engrossed with Facebook. Suddenly, I learned from my brother  that my sister Lourdes,  living in Turin, died. My youngest sister Fe had a public outcry  and repreresented the family mourning at Facebook and that was the time I vowed to myself that I had to pluck myself out of Facebook, temporarily, that is!  And from time to time when I couldn't help but flinch at mundane personal postings of acquaintances who'd want to let the world know how regular their fecal movements are coming.  Go pluck yourself became a journal of plucking myself out of my gardening and out of Facebook. I have also gotten tired of posting blooms which I planted on my garden. I joined Meetup.com to hike but keep going back to Facebook to post pictures of me on the trails. The pictures on Facebook o...