May 2009
115 posts
April 2009
43 posts
“…my city, your mountains…give to me your leather, take from me my...”
– stevie nicks and don henley, leather and lace
“life isn’t divided into genres. it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical,...”
– alan moore (via underscoredom)
“i am a gypsy in spirit only, she confessed. i travel in gardens and bedrooms,...”
– tom robbins, another roadside attraction
ritual
those were the reasons, and that was new york...
“…and clenching your fists for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself and said, ‘well nevermind, we are ugly but we have the music’…”
-leonard cohen
earth day 2009!
unplug your electronics, recycle, ride your bike, make earth hour a daily ritual, eat local, buy less and produce less waste.
“…and you know how you find out? you look at their eyes. if their eyes are...”
lord knows i'm a voodoo child, baby
from the set new orleans, 2008 by irene2005
temptation:
figs from the garden of sophiemostly
“the jazz was the very same shape as the keyhole so that went through, the blues...”
– tom robbins, another roadside attraction
cowgirl interlude (bing)
mary asked, “pardners, do you think this is honest, goofing off like this?”
“i don’t care if it’s honest if it’s fun,” said big red.
“i don’t care if it’s fun if it’s real,” said kym.
“i don’t even care if it’s real,” said debbie. not everyone knew what she meant.
-tom robbins, even cowgirls get the...
“we sat quietly until the moon rose — a huge harvest moon that seemed to fill the...”
– almarose
good press for peanuts and innovators.
george washington carver, an agricultural scientist growing up in the reconstruction south, invented hundreds of products and processes in advocacy of sustainable agriculture…
he created or disseminated about 100 products made from peanuts that were useful for the house and farm, including cosmetics, dyes, paints, plastics, gasoline, and nitroglycerin.
plus, he mentored children,...
“the heart decides, and what it decides is all that really matters”
– paulo coelho, down by the river piedra i sat down and wept
thinking about: