Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I like that wagon that you're draggin'.

Fantastic idea: making your own tarot cards. I've been breaking out my watercolours and yesterday I started painting in some ink sketches, I think this might be my next big project.

I AM GOING TO SEE FEIST IN CONCERT. It's okay. I almost wet my pants with excitement, too. Also, I am going to see Radiohead as well. I am a concert-lovin' fiend this summer.

Upcoming road trip: CATHEDRAL GROVE. This is great because it's on my list of places to revisit. I went here when I was 12, but I was so full of angst and riding up overall short combos that I couldn't truly appreciate the fact that I was surrounded by trees large enough to like, live in.

Wishlist: Canon EOS 40D.

I am on a mission to learn all I can about horticulture. The different plant names are fascinating and anything said in latin instantly becomes mysterious and magical. Even if you' Cheeseburger Phone: Fred Flare

re saying the latin equivalent to "Poop". (I don't know what that would be, but I'm sure it would sound nice enough to put on wedding invitations.) The above picture is of a flowering onion. I love these plants because they look so terribly Suessian.

Dinner: Jamaican Jerked Chicken. Add a little more jalapeno if you like it spicy, and a little bit more of everything to make a touch more marinade. Serve with Mango Salsa.

Side dish: Herbed Roasted Potatoes. Cut potatoes up into bite size pieces. Drizzle with olive oil. Cut up a ton (bunch) of Cilantro (chopped) and sprinkle on top. Add 2-3 cloves of garlic (minced). Lots of salt, lots of pepper, and some lemon juice. Mix it all together. Bake at 350 degrees for an hour - hour 1/2, or until the potatoes are soft.

Agatha Christie: Interestingly enough, she thought Hercule Poirot was "creepy". Listening to BBC radio plays of her works is what I do with my spare time. I'm damn productive.

Cheeseburger Phone: We all knew this was coming.

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posted by sarah, the pirate at 10:27 AM 3 comments

SYLVIA PLATH KNOWS ME. INSIDE.

"...I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet." - Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 7

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

I like that wagon that you're draggin'.

Monday, March 17, 2008

I need this.

SYLVIA PLATH KNOWS ME. INSIDE.