How many animals have I killed today?

I ate reindeer sausage, bought a fox tail, wore leather shoes, tried on a T-shirt dyed with octopus ink, and walked through a city paved with fossil fuel.

I also bought organic tea and handmixed honey.

On the 12th floor of a highrise hotel, I try to feel the dampened vibrations of the planet through my feet, relying on the repercussions and reverberations in the air to tell me what I sense signals future events. Nothing indicates to me a pending disastrous earthquake here on the Pacific Rim.

No matter where I am — standing in the shade of a storefront while eating a popcicle made with locally-grown rhubarb, sitting in a trendy cafe, walking down a street crowded with tourists, or zoned out in Zone 1 — I who does not exist am part of this planet’s ecosystem, joyously participating in the pain and happiness that I call yours/mine/ours.

The universe is here amusing me nonstop.

Not far from the view of Russia in Sarah Palin’s backyard is a microcosm, an irregular United Nations, of people from around the world giving capitalism its due. Anchorage, AK, is OK with me, O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A.

One World Order? Already done.

Global economy? In full cyclical swing.

One summer we’re making fun of global warming while the air temp is 115 deg F and the next summer we’re wishing for hot weather — same summer, different parts of the Northern Hemisphere.

A few websites for the day: www.katiesevignystudio.com, www.facebook.com/soapdishdiva, www.onceinabluemoose.com, alaskanutandhoney.com, www.tundracomics.com

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Thanks to many, including: Julia at cAKe bakery; Madison, Monique and others at Once In A Blue Moose, organisers of Anchorage Market & Festival; Masha; Katie at Sevigney Studio Art; Zach Tundra Comics; James at Soap Dish Diva; Gail Jones at Alaskan Valley Nectar; Polar Bear Gifts Outlet Store; David Green Furs; Melissa at Snow City Cafe; Gina and her handcarved art; belly dancers; paperazzi; Evon Zerbetz; Ashley Schweizer of HollandAmerica; Westmark; and more!