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JoeyB
@joeybarnes.bsky.social
Cat Mom to Peanut & BennyJett | I love weaving, color & texture | Perennial Student (you may also know me as MrWhitekeys) | Yellow Dog Democrat #weaving #handweavers #handweaving

Hello Eugene

See occasional updates at https://www.paprikapi.com
And I mentioned I’m a Yellow Dog Democrat. And, just in case anyone wants to know what that means, it means I would vote for a yellow dog before I would vote for a MAGA. Originally it was Republican but there are still a few good ones left. I think.
April 7, 2025 at 2:30 AM
I realized it’s been a month since I posted. We’ve been packing, unpacking, driving, blah blah blah. So I updated my profile to include Eugene and not Texas.
April 7, 2025 at 2:30 AM
Hurray for us old hippies!
April 7, 2025 at 2:17 AM
I’m following you because you marched in Eugene. I just moved here - literally drove in yesterday afternoon, the fourth day of driving to get away from Texas.
April 7, 2025 at 12:56 AM
So do you!
February 10, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Thank you!
January 26, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Welcome to happiness!
January 26, 2025 at 1:34 AM
Haha! Short!
January 23, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Joey Barnes here!
January 23, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Put a note in FB of your handle.
January 23, 2025 at 3:56 PM
Hurray! And use the #blazingshuttles hashtag. People will find you!
January 23, 2025 at 3:55 PM
I just watched a YouTube. Showing how this works. I love the knife!
January 23, 2025 at 6:28 AM
January 23, 2025 at 6:03 AM
Written in 1995, 30 years ago. And here we are in 2025.

Oh Momma. You were so right. They continue to hurt us all…
January 22, 2025 at 6:20 AM
Oh, Mama, you were so mistaken… They harmed us all. They are not gone. They harm us still.”
January 22, 2025 at 6:17 AM
“Seventy-five years have passed. Look at the headlines. Look at the charred ruins of churches. See the graffiti, letters twisted like the minds that scrawled them there upon the walls. Smell the charred wood of crosses burned in front yards.
January 22, 2025 at 6:17 AM
“They’re gone now.” We walk back to the car, my father lifts me into the front seat, and we drive home to our safe bungalow.
January 22, 2025 at 6:16 AM
It’s a one-page powerful essay. Here’s the end…

“A small child’s cry breaks the hush. “Shhhh,” my mother says, as I moan into her skirt and hide my eyes. “They’ll never harm you.”

“She takes my little hand, and Daddy smoothes my straight blond bangs from my eyes.
January 22, 2025 at 6:16 AM
At one point in my career I sold intraocular lenses!
January 22, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Love finding my tribe. And my tribe finding me.
January 22, 2025 at 2:30 AM