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(( be careful ))


this might just be one of the best
chocolate cakes i've ever tasted

i'm not eve a big
chocolate cake person
to begin with

but this might
just convert you

...really.


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windows down
Memorial Day weekend traffic

it's officially summer
and days like today
at all of it

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i'm not sure if it's widespread
or just happens to run rampant among
those in my inner circle

but we finally coined a term
for the common tendency to
revel in our memories:

C.N.D.

(Chronic Nostalgia Disorder)


extensive dwelling in the past
inhibits our ability to move forward

a bit of reliving specific moments
can bring a knowing glow to
anyone's core


but all we truly have is the now

i suppose the secret lies in our willingness
to accept and embrace change,

recognizing that the little sparkles of now
will soon infiltrate our memory banks

instead of being sucked
into the vortex of bittersweet,
 maybe we'll gradually become more
in tune with our C.N.D.

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(( sigh ))

 

 

What happens when a flower blooms

in a deep forest with nobody to appreciate it,

nobody to know its fragrance, nobody to pass a comment

and say "beautiful", nobody to taste its beauty, its joy,

nobody to share – what happens to the flower?

It dies? It suffers? It becomes panicky?

It commits suicide? It goes on blooming,

it simply goes on blooming.

 

(Osho)

 

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awoke this morning
as if i was exiting a cave
where i had been
for three days



(( the catalyst  )) 

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today:



hankerchieves
Bulleit water bottle
mugs of tea
raw garlic
slippers
Wellness Formula  
Nights of Cabiria
Food, Inc.
chicken noodle soup simmering
 Fargo

& Jess reorganizing the basement
into the perfect silkscreening station

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we can't predict which times we'll remember,
 

or why


now could be the pinnacle of something,
but we won't know


until after it has passed.


-paul madonna

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canvas & leather backpack
for my little darling up north







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when one ends up with extra sweet tart dough,

one must make shortbread cookies.

(add fresh thyme to dough and make a lemon zest icing)

Sweet Tart Dough:

1 cup + 2 tbsp unsalted butter, at room temperature
1 cup sugar
1/4 tsp salt
2 large eggs, at room temperature
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour

(a few tsp fresh thyme)

Using a stand mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, combine the butter, sugar and salt
and mix on medium speed until smooth. Mix in 1 egg. Add the remaining egg and mix until smooth.
Stop the mixer and scrape down the sides of the bowl with a rubber spatula.
Add the flour all at once and mix on low speed just until incorporated.

On a lightly floured work surface, divide the dough into 4 equal balls and shape each ball into a disk 1/2 inch thick. Wrap well in plastic wrap and chill for at least 2 hours or overnight or freeze 3 for future use
(this dough will keep for up to 3 weeks).  Roll dough out to about 1/4 inch thick (sprinkle fresh thyme if you want) and using cookie cutters, cut out cookies from dough. Place on baking sheets about one inch apart.

Preheat the oven to 325 degrees Fahrenheit.
Place in the oven and bake for 7 to 10 minutes. The cookies should be lightly colored and look dry and opaque.
Let cool completely on wire racks.

To make icing, combine 1/2 cup powdered sugar, 1 tsp water, & 2 tsp lemon zest & brush on cookies.

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reclaiming the self.


remembering
our personal rituals;

it's the little things
that can push us out of shape

and the little things
that fill us up with joy again


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gentle reminders
of the beauty of youth



fearlessness
curiosity
imagination

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pinion burns

(perhaps the most perfect scent)

and,

w e
m o v e
f o r w a r d