My Choice Living on "Private/Public" Land.

Living on "Public" land.

When one owns not a structure, but calls their natural world their home, are they homeless?

There are a few individuals granted a privilege to set and enforce laws. They were elected by those who participate in their game. However, this game isn't played by all. A good many individuals choose not to roll the dice and to sit at the same table playing their game. These certain individuals choose not to participate. However, by this choice, they are perceived as criminal, ticketing or jailing these certain individuals because of nonparticipation.

As much as one side justifies a good for all, it doesn't necessary have to be enforced or interrupted as a good thing. If it is good, it will be good.

Corvallis Municipal Court Judge Mark Donahue upheld the constitutionality of Corvallis’ “illegal camping” ordinance, which was challenged by a local man found sleeping in a van. The man, Jeffrey Sexson, received 11 citations for illegally camping in his van on city streets. Sexson’s lawyer, John Rich, cited State v. Wicks, in which the Portland Municipal Court ruled that enforcement of Portland’s camping ordinance violated basic constitutional rights and unfairly punished a person for fulfilling basic activities, such as sleeping. However, while Judge Donahue did not disagree with Rich’s legal argument, he did not believe the defense proved that Sexson was indeed a homeless person. In State v. Wicks, evidence and testimony, including bed shortages among shelters in the Portland area and personal history that made it difficult for the defendants to obtain housing, were provided to prove the defendants were unable to obtain housing, subsequently forcing them into homelessness. Thus, Sexson was found guilty on one count of illegal camping under Corvallis’s ordinance, which states, “no person shall sleep or lodge in or upon any sidewalk, street, alley, public right-of-way, park, or any property owned by the City of Corvallis.” Until Sexson’s case is appealed, Corvallis police will not issue any more anti-camping citations. However, both the police department and city attorney are planning to modify the ordinance until it can be an enforceable law if necessary.

Obsessionist Scheme Motivating Carnage

It all started on beautiful Santa Fe morning. A cool sixty degrees and few semi-transparent clouds float high above.

We started our ascent at the Santa Fe Ski basin. Hiking Lift #1 ski face a 1,000 foot steep climb. Chipmunk chatter keeps Mo and Woodyman busy out-of-sight in the surrounding woods. It seemed they took turns checking. Noticing it was either Mo or Woody bouncing playfully from the woods checking on my slow climbing status while the other dog remained hidden among the thick Aspens.

It was always one dog checking on my status? They had treed a chipmunk, and one dog guarded the tree against the chipmunk from escaping, while the other dog checked on my progress. Occasionally on walks, the dogs would bring a small chipmunk from the woods and lye it at my feet and their eyes gleaming with delight. “Well, thank you, I would say.

Mo (female Sheppard/Husky mix) was born in Corvallis, Oregon in the back of a school bus. Her blackness and deep darken black face resembles her father’s appearance. Mo (9/1995 – 9/2009) and I had been through much and traveled much distances together.
Mo wasn’t my first dog. Beta (9/1995 - 7/1996) was born in Corvallis, Oregon and I had the privilege of being with her firstly and then Mo joined us. Beta, Mo’s sister, flashed her four pure white paws while she energetically played with Mo, they were a pair. Woodyman (3/1997 – 5/2010) was Beta’s daughter born six weeks before Beta’s death in Santa Fe, New Mexico.


After I had moved from Corvallis, Oregon to Santa Fe, New Mexico, I hit the lowest point in my life. What bought me to this point were the ideologies of persons determined keeping to an obsessionist scheme. Those who hold to a narrowly focused obsessionist scheme motivates carnage and demoralizes genuine surroundings. Beliefs in that people are deserving or are entitled of something. This entitled belief extends material admiration and instantiates assassinations on the spontaneous.

On a particular Sunday morning day, a particular person held tightly this obsessionist view, which resulted in the murder of Beta, leaving her motionless; this person’s fixation deadened any opposition, deadened anything acting genuine.

Personally, I am saddened by loosing Beta to such a defining stronghold in people’s beliefs. Six weeks prior to Beta’s slaying, she had delivered a liter of ten, and Woodyman was one-tenth of the whole.

Defining: any opponent causing a material shortfall or demise, grants the material allies a material right to butcher such an opposing entity.

Newspaper Man’s Poem

Currently living within the city borders of Corvallis, Oregon, every morning at 3:30 a.m., I roll from my sleeping bag, unzip my tent, and bike ride my way to pick up my newspapers. On December 19, 2011, I had just been hired to deliver newspapers.

One particular morning while delivering to a home, I noticed, where I usually set their paper, an envelope. Outside the envelope read "Newspaper Man, Thank You." Picking up the envelope, I waited till I completed the route to look at its contents.

Inside the envelope were ten dollars and a letter. Since I liked seeing the money, I very much enjoyed the included letter, so much, I thought to write this blog. I thought the letter was a nice poem.

Below is the letter:

To the one who serves us
Every day and yet we never see him
To the one who rises while we are still sleeping
To the one who braves nasty weather to visit our home
To the one who experiences rain and yet keep our paper dry
To the one who remains the faithful servant we never met
To this one we say Thank You and wish you a wonderful New Year.

They signed the poem at the bottom.

I very much enjoyed the poem; making the morning's early risings worth more than just being a servant and throwing papers. It enticed delightful thought toward what could be thought of as daily drudgery.

Flight of Confidence

Young fledgling looking past
Through eyes of marvel, stillness of
Mind growing blue sky, construing
Confidence wobbles, delicately bracing
Expansion pending, spreading out
Fluttering with confidence, taken to
Flight, a flight of confidence

Educating the Wildness out of the Wild

Wolves Killing Livestock - Wolf Predation

Ranchers flaunt, fatten, and harvest, livestock on vast grazing lands. And these other creatures - wolves, these wild meat eating creatures - wolves, should know that this isn’t for them to eat. Livestock is off limits to them! Dangerous wild creatures should know that eating livestock and killing is off limits.

However, the wild creatures were never properly educated. We humans have only killed, but have we really tried to reach out and educate that rodents and some deer are only what wolves are allowed to eat, and livestock is off limits? Institutionalized education has helped many others learn about what their purpose is, and maybe with a proper education, wild creatures will learn what they can and can’t eat.

Educating these dangerous creatures would be a great start toward stopping all  killing.

Educating the wild out of the wilderness

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Galactic Spiraling Winds

Me 1980

Universal elements, fabricate our existence, while galactic bursts of winds strip off this vast fabric we had clung to. Gigantic confluent rivers spin our universe a spinning eddy. We come to rest on its passing debris.

Resting only to become dizzy, soon we tumble off our floating planet rejoining the massive flowing body surging beyond our spinning borders.

Celestial spinning gives temporary present day existence.