not pictured: dill bovre
Farmer’s Market Sundays include – swiss chard, cucumbers, peaches, cherries, white button mushrooms, yellow squash, zucchini, tomatoes, bell peppers (that smell fresher than any pepper you’ve never smelled), sourdough bread.
And the best two dollars I’ve ever spent goes to:
Frankie Says Relax
Today’s plans include the usual. Lunch, cooking, soaking beans, watching the newest Netflix arrival, Mystic River, and playing Michael Jackson records – as yesterday was the 2nd anniversary of his death. Saw Dinosaur Jr. last night, and Henry Rollins (real last name: Garfield, and is from Glover Park – right here in DC) interview them on stage before they played BUG (download here.) Even with ear plugs my hearing is still very deaf. Accomplished weekend of writing, drinking pots of coffee and replacing my brake pads.
Found a new band WU LYF. I’d have you download it but the internets removed it due to illegality? Who knew that was a thing? Indie meets screams and shouts of rasp and moanin’. Recorded in an empty church, and used as a sound itself, this record is a new sound and actually quite refreshing. Inquire within.
Need some reading?
A due congrats to New York State for passing Gay Marriage, effective in 30 days. Between that and Obama pulling more folks out of Afghanistan, I say we’re finally getting some things right.
“…nearly 53 billion land animals are slaughtered every year for human consumption.”
This is not me trying to make anyone feel guilty for enjoying their Thanksgiving. And this is not me trying to encourage you to do something that you don’t want to do. This is me bringing up a subject that I find interesting and is becoming news more and more each day. Also, I love the op-ed page.
Sent to me by my sister- this new documentary is the same genre of all the other “one year trial” films that we know and love so well. Perhaps the most extreme version of it that our generation (or that I’ve) seen. Hopefully Ithaca will prevail and bring the picture to theaters (in this town, I can’t imagine it not being here…eventually.) Enjoy.
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I love being able to come across things in the morning. For reasons I cannot understand I am awake. Okay- I know why. There is, what I hope is, a squirrel living in between the walls in my apartment and it wakes me up at certain time every morning. The proximity of this to my head while I sleep is not only enough to wake me up, but creep me out. Something about the vibrations I feel of it’s scurrying……just talking about this worries me.
So, I’m UP! I’m up! Lord. And what is there to do but surf the sites. And when I check all my daily blogs, one of them includes my drugs & society class. (Side note: anyone who is not a senior should take this class. It is only offered in the fall and it is one of the best classes I’ve ever had: very informative, bringing up discussions and topics that have always been thrown down the wayside. There are GREAT reading assignments and class discussions that you will want to be a part of. Not to mention the teacher knows her stuff, and she’s mad cool.) Because she posts fun stuff like this. I always knew there was a subliminal reason for me to me to move to Denver—-KIDDING…….although, after all, my sister lives in Steamboat and I’d be a few days worth of car rides closer to her. Lesson here: don’t be afraid of alternative job markets.
the man with the plan
Maybe its because I see them all over campus, but the SIGG is now becoming a fashion statement. I remember when it was all about the Nalgene. Mine was bright yellow and came with me everywhere I went, spawning the dawn of mass water consumption in my life. I even went through an iced coffee phase – used to fill my Nalgene in the morning with coffee and add ice. Yes I used to be more cracked out than I am now, can you IMAGINE? —This Nalgene lasted until my dad decided to recycle all the water bottles in my house, I went to look for it and it was gone. (Defeats it’s own purpose, doesn’t it?) Then we started hearing about the “Sigg”and how its plastic doesn’t permeate toxins into your body, they act like a thermos – but are not indestructible like a Nalgene. (The boys I went to high school with invented the “Nalgene Game”- where you set up trashcans in the high school hall ways and tried to bounce the nalgene off the floor and get it through the goal. There was a lot of violence involved as well- how could there not be?) If memory serves me right I remember an interactive freshman year bulletin board illustrating these comparisons between the two water bottle choices. All I know is ever since I’ve been pronouncing it wrong. Every other person tells me that I am saying the opposite of what it is.
Now, I like my “SEEEEEEGGuHH” – it was free. My mom’s boss received one as a gift and she saved it from the garbage. Now over time the dishwasher has deluded its indecipherable orange designs and I’ve lost the plastic ring that is supposed to prevent it from leaking- so its always without its screw on cap: either full or empty, making me always aware of open beverages (I’m a master.)
We have come along way in our SIGG culture- but now you can go further than you ever expected to and design your own. With the cliche “make love not war” trippy hippie designs, and the “simply ECO logical” ones they sell in the bookstore. SIGGs are everywhere, particularly the bike shop in the commons has every different kind of reusable water bottle you little heart can dream up. But now you can be way too cool for school and make your own. But beware, you better REALLY like your tag line, because you’re stuck with it.
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