Data Bear 🏳️‍🌈

Three years after my husband died, I’m still trying to prove our life together was worth losing his family. What I live with isn’t forgetting — it’s the blurring of memory. On the third anniversary, I wrote about grief, memory, and continuing without answers. www.dataandpolitics.net/the-blurring/

Happy Giant Phallus Shaped Iceberg Floating In Conception Bay of Dildo, Canada Day to all who celebrate.

I think Taylor Lorenz is a bad person.

A slave’s life expectancy on a Louisiana sugar plantation was 7 years.

This is my third wedding anniversary since my husband passed away. It's a bittersweet day. If you know me IRL, I'd be grateful for a hello. If you don't know me in person, I'd be grateful for a cute animal or nature photo. Thanks for the support over these years.

OH : « mutual aide slut party »

I found one of San Francisco’s undeclared streets. The City doesn’t recognize it as an official street but the postal service does.

We give up so much land to freeways.

¡Viva Dolores Huerta!

Gosh, jusy realizing it’s my wedding anniversary soon and I have no idea what to do.

I have been so annoyed by this block on my walking project. It’s kinda sorta marked on maps as a street, but it’s gated by fences on both sides. A construction crew was working on the fence just now on the Harrison side and I made it past. Success!

I find the way British people pronounce San Francisco as “San FRANcisco” oddly vexing.

It’s really hard to imagine a lovelier day.