birthday gifts for Dad.
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today: back to the art table.
loving the mysterious ways of the universe...
"to live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with an open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up, grow up through the common"
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after endless obsession
i decided to attempt the creation of
c h i c k e n l i v e r m o u s s e
if i am allowed to give you any advice,
MAKE THIS NOW.
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a long afternoon stroll on the beach
a perfectly grey sky
leftover carrot cake (with cream cheese frosting)
episodes of My So-Called Life (for the first time)
even when it's bad, it's still good.
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(no questions asked)
c a l l t h i s n u m b e r
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and call it often, whenever you think of it. it's always a good idea. i promise.
(birthday gift from Dad, his first idea for my parents' wedding ring designs.)
today is:
a l l o w a n c e
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bits and pieces drift in and out.
they keep drifting,
IN
&
OUT.
but it is sunday. and it's fall. and the sun is shining.
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new batch of vermouth
(turned out much better second time around)
star anise
vanilla bean
allspice
cardamom
chinese long spice
clove
(( the perfect manhattan ))
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my new favorite acquisition, "Heart"
(thank you, Sato!)
(thank you, Sato!)
and my other new favorite acquisition, Adamite.
and (compliments of Hafiz),
All
The craziness,
All the empty plots,
All the ghosts and fears,
All the grudges and sorrows have
Now
Passed.
I must have inhaled
A strange
Feather
That finally
Fell
Out.
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i receive Rick's birthday limerick with great honor
(( ! ))
new rules when you turn 26
so you won't hafta get in a fix
don't take wooden nickles
laugh when it tickles
use trainwreck to make brownie mix
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i am home again.
in my beautiful city.
today, we are The Red Lips. buttermilk scones, kitchen table chats,
Wednesday adventure pending.
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it
does
not
get
any
better
than
this.
i am on a carousel, around and around, up and down. it is infinite.
little colored lights softly glow, whimsical music keeps me spinning,
giggles pour out from my insides.
ps. have you smelled a bouquet of flowers from the sides, the top, and the bottom?
and: in the end, adorn yourself with luxurious functionality.
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it is the epitome of a fall day today.
(( and ))
with the arrival of my favorite season comes an inevitable wash of nostalgia.
it is all bittersweet.
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went hiking yesterday,
and had i had my camera along i would be able to show you
what literally made my jaw drop with fascination.
but maybe you have witnessed such beauty before...
{ l a d y b u g s }
in PILES! clumps! giant clusters! i have never seen so many ladybugs together in my life! they were huddled on top of each other on the stems of tall grasses, and sleeping in piles on a large rock, covering surface area larger than my two hands put together. it was red, everywhere, little speckles of red in my periphery, right in front of me, three feet ahead. i bent down to observe these little creatures, crawling around and all over each other. apparently this is what they tend to do in the winter to stay warm. it was truly captivating.
and then, the myriad of yellow leaves...
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30 Canada Street has been blessed with no internet for almost 2 weeks now
i have become grateful for this disconnect
the past week has been a delightful onset of thunderstorms,
cozy candlelit chats on the Nook,
& embracing guilt-free hibernation
Jess came home from the market with a bouquet of flowers for his sister
and ps. it's fall...which means persimmons are here.
simple salad with fuyu persimmons, pinenuts, & avocado
and,
the bounty of local produce continues to explode all over the kitchen
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they come home today.
i awake to the sounds of the city
soft voices echoing off the sides of buildings
every so often a car driving past
sanding, nailing; the idle sounds of construction
it's warm out; i slept with the windows open
and the quality of this air takes me back to italy.
the importance of the lacy doormat
it's been a long time:
remembering the simple luxury of a slice of this bread
an evening spent in the pink room; magical.
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