Perhaps I was ready to head to Puerto Rico, but the universe wasn't quite ready for that to happen on Wednesday January 16, on which my first of two planes to Puerto Rico would depart from San Francisco at nearly midnight. Early that afternoon I began receiving text messages saying that, due to the uncharacteristic downpour of rain and strong winds that had been plaguing the Bay all day, the flight was delayed, first from 11:59pm to 1:30am, then to 2:45am. Another flurry of text messages ensued between me, danni, and my fellow traveler Nicole who was on the same flight.

LOL, couldn't resist the throwback title.

Welp, the old version of jackalop.es got hacked a while back, as WordPress sites are wont to do in my experience... So luckily while helping out at the Intro to Backdrop training at BADCamp last week I got the opportunity to set up a new website using Backdrop, my favorite CMS. Exciting to have a Backdrop site all of my own to mess around with now! (Funny, I never really considered setting a Drupal site up for myself...)

Does the language of diversity and inclusion in tech serve us?

In her autobiography, Assata Shakur warns of the slippery nature of "liberal," both the word and the political concept:

I have never really understood exactly what a ‘liberal’ is, since I have heard ‘liberals’ express every conceivable opinion on every conceivable subject...As far as I’m concerned, ‘liberal’ is the most meaningless word in the dictionary.

This past week I saw a pair of trumpeter swans a'swimming on Swan Lake in Wyoming.

This morning I found myself sitting in my favorite neighborhood spot, Akat Cafe Kalli, where the politics are as palpable and potent as the coffee.

I need to remind myself that, in getting out of the house, I often expose myself to great beauty and blessings.

Yesterday was a day of reckoning with myself and all of my loose ends, among them an overdue shopping trip. I set some lofty intentions for today:

It happens sometimes. I do web work and other kinds of tech support for community organizations, some of whom I work with outside of paid work. Working at this intersection of technology, my activism and my communities means I get shaken up at unexpected times.

Lunch time, and nothing at all sounded appealing. It had been a rough morning, and I was looking for comfort. I headed out, bee-lining for an overpriced garlic miso fried chicken rice bowl and a bottle of Mexican Coke. In my adulthood I've realized that comfort food sometimes doesn't so much mean food that is comforting as it means food that is so delicious that even when your emotions have decimated your appetite, you can still eat it.

Originally posted on Facebook.

While lying in bed preparing to get up and face the day, I remembered a dream I had last night and felt compelled not only to write it down but to share it with my friends. (I'm sharing with my Facebook Friends but thinking of the friends in my dream, my friends and comrades in Oakland.)

Scroll down for screenshots of the full Twitter conversation.

On May 28 I started a conversation on Twitter with THEESatisfaction, musicians of whom I've been a fan for a bit, about their upcoming performance at the Allied Media Conference, which I've been deeply involved in since I first attended in 2011.