carrot's blog

I'm now in El Paso, TX with my friend Katarra...she is one of the most inspiring people I know, mostly because she embodies all of the skills and knowledge that I want to know intimately.  Read More »

So I've been hating LA down here (I now understand fully why such a strong punk scene came from LA, it is a city that could easily inspire violent tendencies in the best of us,) but I've been loving the time Brit and I have been spending at the various beaches around here.  Read More »

So I recently hitchhiked from Portland all the way down to LA; this was part of my epic journey to chill with some future midwives, my first stop was in the city of angels to see Brit who has agreed to work as my partner someday for a while whenever we get our shit together and become midwives...  Read More »

I'm sitting right now in an trailer park in Santa Cruz, on the Santa Cruz campus (yes, some of the students who go to school at Santa Cruz live together in this communal trailer park, crazy eh?,) and I'm starving and I'm trying to remember how I got started on this epic journey which will eventually end in El Paso Texas at the Maternadad La Luz birth center. Whew!  Read More »

I will write a part two to my coast adventure (and I promise it'll be good, all emotinally charged and stuff,) but I feel too raw right now about my relationship with Doc and his addiction, etc, so I don't really wanna write more about that stuff right now. I thought I'd write a fun piece instead about bikes and why I like 'um.  Read More »

So I hitchhiked out to the coast with my good friend The Doctor this week, for a variety of reasons for both of us. He's been high on heroine and glue and drunk for about two weeks straight...that's right, he's a junkie, but he's also my good friend and part-time lover, so I agreed to try to help him stay sober.  Read More »

So our house decided collectively yesterday to begin a rent strike. Here's the deal; our landlord is a man named Howard Willett who owns ninety properties here in Portland, all of which he purcased in the early eighties, did a small amount of work on and began renting out.  Read More »

100 degree heat in sticky punk houses; friends sniff glue and use dope; mixing and matching drugs with alcohol, getting unfathomably fucked up. Lots of people leave town, heading out to exotic places like Minnesota and California to harvest pot, beets or fight fires or do jail support for locked up activist friends.  Read More »