Dirty Hippy Remedies

January 30, 2009 at 2:36 pm | In Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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0130091355aKava (or Kava Kava) root is one of my favorite herbs.  It’s really good for relieving anxiety and menstrual cramps, and it’s a natural tranquilizer.  I used to take it in pill form years ago, until I heard that it can cause liver damage (like whiskey doesn’t?  WTF Krissy?).  But upon further research (I mean, perusing a Wiki page) I read that manufacturers tend to include the leaves of the plant in the pills, which is not used by villagers in the south Pacific who traditionally, have been using the root in tea for 3,000 years without any problems.
I just bought an ounce of Kava root for $2.80 at Present Moment Herbs and Books.  I steeped 1 TB of the roots in 16 oz. of boiling water for 15 minutes, then strained it through a cheese cloth.  The taste is bitter, like Astragalus, so I added a tiny bit of sugar.  The effects are calming and it numbs the mouth a little.  I think next time I’m going to grind the roots up to a powder.
So, I’m back on the herbs, because I don’t have health insurance and I don’t trust Merck.  Plus, drinking beer to alleviate anxiety in social situations doesn’t seem to be the healthiest route I’ve ever taken.  So, I’m going to prioritize, clean out my system, and start doing something with my life…until I hit a bump, and in that case, it’s back to smoking, drinking and fornicating.
Ain’t adult life beautiful?

UPDATE:  You don’t have to use boiling water, in fact one TB of powdered kava root to one cup of cold water is a good dose.  Steep and mix for several minutes and then strain the tea through cheese cloth, squeezing the left over mush to get all of the medicinal qualities out.  Then you are supposed to drink it fast.

Sweater Party 2007

January 29, 2009 at 11:17 am | In Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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I think I had taken this one down too, but I like it again, so here we are:

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Eating Alone #2 2008

January 29, 2009 at 11:12 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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I’m not sure if I posted this before and then took it down.  But I want it up again.

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Cemetery Photos

January 19, 2009 at 11:44 am | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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I was a pretty creepy girl ten years ago and I was facinated with how cemeteries looked in the winter. So, armed with my Polaroid camera and disposable camera, I ventured off into God’s acre. These are from the historic Otsego Cemetery, not far from where I grew up:

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I also took solitary ventures into the woods by the Mississippi.  I thought these ice formations were particularly interesting:

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Ah, the cycles of life.

Another Kline Sanatorium/Sanitarium Photo

January 19, 2009 at 11:07 am | In Uncategorized | 3 Comments
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I’ve found it spelled both ways in my research.  Here’ another picture:

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After Hospitalization

January 19, 2009 at 11:03 am | In Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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I moved out of Kline Sanatorium because the landlady found out I had two cats which I failed to mention. The lease specified no animals, but my neighbors had cats and let them roam the hallways. The landlady was pissed and scolded me like a child. So I decided to move out because I felt like she was age discriminatin’ me.

I quit my job at the group home and moved back to Otsego with my parents for a few months. But I spent most of my time drunk at Florence Court, which I eventually moved into that summer. Florence Court’s claim to fame is that the apartment scenes in Untamed Heart were filmed there.  The place was a tinder box.  I feared for my life.

I lived with two other gals and my room overlooked the 35W bridge.  We had an attic, which I did my best to clean out (and probably got asbestos poisoning in the process).  The building was right next to an Amoco (now BP) station which was super convenient for cigarettes and snacks.  There was an old drug dealer named Cowboy who worked the counter (now dead) who flirted with the girls and told patrons outlandish stories.

There’s plenty more stories to tell, but I don’t want to make a novel out of this post.

Snake Oil

January 18, 2009 at 10:25 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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Postcard From Dr. Kline’s Sanatorium/My Old Apartment Building

January 18, 2009 at 8:02 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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Here’s a postcard for sale of Doctor Kline’s Sanatorium. What a creepy building! Once again, you can see my old windows.

Kline Sanatorium

January 16, 2009 at 3:09 pm | In Uncategorized | 3 Comments
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In the year 2000, I was living in Anoka at the old Kline Sanatorium. It had been converted into apartments and I lived in a studio on the third floor between the two turrets. The three windows on the top floor in the front of the building is where my flat was situated. My neighbor across the hall was taking Polaroids in her apartment and a man’s face kept appearing on a wall in the pictures. He looked very sad. This building originally housed TB sufferers, and people with other ailments.  They performed surgeries there and carried out electro-shock therapy.  I was always freaked out at night there.

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But it was an interesting place to live. It was right on the Mississippi and next to a shitty motel, which the landlord’s owned as well. I’d go next door and drink crap beer and smoke cigarette’s with Tom, the Vietnam Vet, who lived there and managed the property. My neighbor Julie had a funny relationship with him where they’d spend their time screaming insults at each other. I remember watching wresting with the handy man who lived below me. He had a handle bar mustache and got into domestics with his Old Lady. There was another man there named Turtle Cage or something like that. I danced with Julie on her coffee table to “Chain of Fools” on a regular basis. Everyone who lived there drank heavily, among other things.

Living there really left an impression on me.

Roc

January 14, 2009 at 12:00 pm | In Uncategorized | Leave a Comment
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I knew an older man named Roc. I met him at Gringo’s a long time ago. He gave me his business card that said “Health Consultant” and “Cab Driver.”

One day I walked to the Spyhouse on Nicollet and he was drinking coffee. We had a sober conversation and he rubbed my back and asked me to be his slave girl. That made me laugh.  I took notes:

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