I’m so high on health food right now

Have you been to Farmer’s Market lately? It’s great anyway, but the fruit I got yesterday was unbelievable. I went there specifically to buy eggs. I keep thinking about chickens lately and have had a strong desire to support places that treat them more humanely than places that mass produce. It means enough to me that I’d rather go out of my way to get my eggs, whenever I can. They also sell coffee 🙂
My massively efficient mini food bin: walnuts, almonds, baker’s sugar, more almonds. My espresso maker is to the right, and that’s a jar of brown rice on top of the food bins, because… fuck yeah.
Anyhowww, I also got strawberries, oranges, lemons, and grapefruit. I did not know oranges could be so good.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how food-centric humans used to be, in comparison to how we are now. Yeah, I read my “Little House” books, and my “Caddie Woodlawns” and that quaint “Farmer Boy” book. I know it was out of necessity, but there’s a lot to be said for spending time with your food, planning out meals and spending parts of the day or week involved with food prep. My friend Ang is great at it. She’s always cooking or has some prep thing going on in her kitchen. And come to think of it, it was always that way when I’d visit her back when she lived with her parents. I got caught up way early on with meal convenience. I go on kicks where I get into cooking, but I still naturally fall back on convenience. I was listening to a podcast a while back with Paul Roberts, the author of “The End Of Food“, and he raised some pretty good points about how we think we don’t have time for cooking, yet we find hours to spend watching TV. He’s obviously spying on me and now I feel creepy, but he raises a good point. I think of good cooking/ healthy eating, or at least the eating of food with fresh ingredients, as something of a novelty, rather than as an important part of my every day life. And it’s hard not to. Meal planning is work. Shopping along the walls of the grocery store instead of in the aisles? That requires some planning ahead, and some note-taking while in front of our cook books. It’s a gradual transition, and one that will require a constant process of talking myself back onto the right track. Today, for example, I practiced being food-centric by passing out in front of the computer after eating celery with almond butter and raisins. Okay, during. I have almond butter in my hair. And that is a complete misinterpretation of the words ‘food-centric’. The point is, it took some effort. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some eggs to make a meal around and a bib to put on.


Summertime. Let’s keep it simple.

As Tim and I were picking out a storage shed, it started to dawn on me that this thing wasn’t going to be set up already, and that WE’D have transform it from a box of small parts into the thing we had meant to purchase. I don’t know how I managed to continue denying to myself that I was going to spend my Saturday night setting this thing up until I fell into bed, sweaty and exhausted. But I did stay in denial. Right up until about 2 hours into it, when it wasn’t even beginning to take shape and I’d already cut myself on the siding. We weren’t even done at bedtime, but we had to stop because we were making a huge racket. I just kept looking at the photo on the instructions that shows how to reinforce it for snow, which heightened my awareness that we were in a very comfortable and well-lit parking garage. Sure, we were sweaty, confused, discouraged, and tired, but it could have been SO much worse. Also, most guys I’ve known would have had a fit at least three times during that frustrating assembly. Tim freaked out zero times, and by late the next morning when we finished, I liked him even more than I had just a day earlier. We managed to get out the door in plenty of time to do what we had really wanted to do with our day, which was go to celebrate Chad Cooper’s birthday in Laguna, eat cheese and play with baby.


Spring in Laguna

My sister Lisa and I had a nice hike today in Laguna. The flowers are in full bloom, and the waves were big. That’s why the waves next to the hotel look like a giant toilet flushing.
Those bushes, in the background, the ones that rabbits couldn’t even get through? Remind me to tell you about the time I tried to hike up a hill that was covered in those bushes.







Round and round

I liked this article a lot, over on BoingBoing today. It includes WWII, art, and good old drama. I use the word “drama” here in its actual meaning: any situation or series of events having vivid, emotional, conflicting, or striking interest or results: the drama of a murder trial. Sometimes people use that word as a general reference to people getting upset at them for something that they did, and the intention is to use the word as a derogatory term. I know very few people who use the term that way, but I still hear it all the time in passing. It is usually used by the very people who create the “drama” that they are referring to.
Excuse me a moment while I put out my pretend cigarette, unfurrow my eyebrows and reheat my coffee. Anyway, There’s this artist…

I haz a problem?

One of my favorite things about living with a cat is their complete lack of shame. It makes me less embarrassed about the silly things I do around the house when I’m alone, too. Why, though, does the toilet water seem to taste so much better than the filtered water that I give him?

I love how he has little droplets of water on his chin. Truly proof that he’s addicted.

Photobooth pics

We attended a wedding last month that had a photobooth, and the pics from the booth were all posted to the Bride’s Flickr account. I did not know you could do that.
The wedding was gorgeous. You could see that the bride is very artistic, and you could also see that they are genuinely in love and serious about the commitment they are making. I wish I had videotaped the vows, because they were the most unique and sincere vows I’ve ever heard. The speeches, too, were flawlessly carried out and very entertaining.
You can see more of their pics here (hi Becky, I found your blog!) and at the photographer’s blog. She designed the most amazing felt bouquets, which you can see on the photographer’s blog.

I love photobooths, both the old kind and the new kind, that are more customized. I also like to completely fake them, taking regular pics, then using an “Old Black and White Film” action and then assembling them all onto one image file. Why? Because I can.

Out the window

I just flew up to Alamo, CA on a late afternoon flight. We’re spending Easter in the lovely plush green town of Alamo, and I’m eager to get out and explore, if I’m not too sleepy from drinking the great wine we’ll be having this evening.
I was looking out the window during most of the flight. I gotta say, it’s a great time of day to be in an airplane.