It's raining, the first rain of the season and I feel nothing but simple contentment. The rain has washed away the dust and grime of the summer. The cracked earth is soft again and the world feels clean and new.
I feel certain that we humanity's time comes we will be washed away as if by an early autumn rain. No catastrophe, just a quiet... Read More
Thoraeu says, "It matters not whether your commitment be a farm or the county jail." I've been thinking about the concept of debt, as I prepare to bury myself in student loan, and I have come to one undenyable conclusion; debt and credit is bourgouis middle class slavery.
My friend Devon is was stopped by a bum in San Francisco recently.
I was just talking with my husband about this the other day. I was thinking about whether I'd rather be back in the situation we were in when we first got together- no purchasing power whatsoever, just broke as a joke, but no real debt either.
Now we have combined about $50,000 in college loans, amond a few other debts. I came to the conclusion that I am happy where I am now. Even if I default on my loans, they can't reposess my education.
Although being broke has it's own kind of freedom. When I have some cash, I always feel obligated to be the constant consumer- birthdays, anniversaries, wedding gifts, Christmas, making the house look presentable with nice stuff or whatever. When I was broke, I knew I couldn't afford anything and it made me peaceful, unencumbered.
I'm probably romanticizing it a bit. I remember looking all over the house for change one time, so that we could afford an 89 cent bottle of white rain shampoo.
"The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
My Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where... Read More
The forest at night stirs strange feelings in me, even despite the cold I feel warm, safe, like the forest is some primeval womb. The stars are so much brighter then I'm used to. The soft sound of the harmonica, the shadow outlines of the mountains remind me that the world is still good. I'm filled with the profound sense that everything will be alright,... Read More
yeah, venting can be good...
micro honey farms? I don't mind a touch expensive if I'm only using a little at a time...but for recipes of 1/4 cup at a time I'll hold off on Guess I'll have to research that... I was just under the impression that you can be as careful as possible but still end up squashing a few bees in the process...
still worth a peek if you think they're decent.
Alright, things are returning to normal, our third cook is back from vacation, so we can finally stop busting our asses, and return to a more leasurely sort of work. So maybe I'll actually be around a bit more, because I won't be spending every spare moment you know, sleeping.
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born... Read More
Around me there is the impression of some forthcoming, unescapable metaphysical doom in the air. Or maybe I'm just afraid of change...
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I feel like a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders, the fog that has been clouding my head for the past month is gone (those of you that actually know me understand what I'm talking about). Time to get back... Read More
So apparently being poor has the unfortunate side effect of making one lactose intolerent.
It's been an interesting couple of weeks in our kitchen - we're kicking some ass, hard core style. Our food is still up to quality, we've improved the soups a lot and run some amazing specials. "Salmon 'two ways', poached and served over honey carmelized red onions with a shallot buer... Read More
We live in an age when art and the things of the spirit come last. The truth still holds, however, that through dedication and devotion one achieves another kind of victory. I mean the ability to overcome one's problems, not meet them head on.
"Serve life and you will be sustained. That is a truth which reveals itself at every turn of the road.
no doubt, sorry if i came off as rude, it was a bad time and it bugs me to see more in writing than is presented, especially when i think the writer can do more.