February 2009
18 posts
This was one heavy February.
Coffee over tea
Bright colors over muted ‘nes
Husker Du over Mission of Burma (only just barely)
Biking over driving
Spicy over mild
Beard over bald
Busted woofers over the dealer’s shit excuse
Dirty over clean
Carrying me around over not
Inspiration from my cat.
Pantera can be very insightful and uplifting. Like her dedication and determination. For example, this morning, how very dedicated and determined she remained to embed herself into my face.
The scent of burning flesh.
In a noble attempt to not try to find a clean bowl or create a clean bowl out of a not clean bowl and an attempt in cahoots with using as little energy as possible (both related to the JEA bill and my physical body), I gave heating up my black beans in the microwave in its tiny pot a go. Bad call, maybe. Luckily, I only zapped it for one minute. The kitchen filled with the smell of frying bacon...
Progress! →
A third cob arrived this morning.
House on the hill, peaceful and still.
I feel pretty badly right now because I told Tom and Nikki I’d share my garlic kale chips I was making afternoon. But I think the bulk of my feeling badly might be attributed to my consumption of the better part of the cookie sheet of garlic kale chips.
During my straight ten minute frenzy leaning over the range, although I failed to pause much for breath, I did consider the resemblance...
Sometimes only Boyz II Men is pertinent.
Although we�ve come to the end of the road Still I can�t let you go It’�s unnatural, you belong to me, I belong to you
