A maze of children feeding orchard trees
Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh, all the star thistles stumble out"
- Alela Diane
28 January 2011
Lost Pines
"Thinking I'd like to look at your teeth, lined up in perfect rows
A maze of children feeding orchard trees
Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh, all the star thistles stumble out"
- Alela Diane
A maze of children feeding orchard trees
Where the flat lands stretch inside your mouth
And when you laugh, all the star thistles stumble out"
- Alela Diane
24 January 2011
xo
18 January 2011
Cathedral of Junk
No really, that's the name of this magical place.
Sometimes I find myself thinking that Austin isn't as weird as it likes to think it is. Or rather, I fear that the weirdness is being usurped by gentrification, suburbanizers, and normies. BUT THEN, I learn of a place like the Cathedral of Junk. What started as a pack rat/artist's yard collection (a common and cool theme here--which I love) turned into a city ordinance violation. The artist then worked with architects and lawyers to make a public art piece/set of buildings and structures (that you can walk through and explore) in his very own back yard.
If Austin really wants to solidify its status as a den of weird, then I think the local government ought to make the Cathedral of Junk its new city hall. I'm totally taking any future visitors here to experience its oodles of knickknackery; I could explore it for hours!
15 January 2011
Perfect meal for a rainy January day
So super overcast for many days. Never really feels like daytime, feels more like pre-dusk. Pre-dusk from 8 am to 5 pm, and then night. Today and tomorrow are waterlogged (is this a foreshadow of Mother Earth giving us a spring of resplendent wildflowers? Hope so). What's the perfect time goblin for nine potentially boring and definitely soggy hours of pre-dusk? Cooking and baking a late lunch with my partner while listening to Paul McCartney's Ram and George Harrison's All Things Must Pass on vinyl. Simple solution, indeed, to Texas's version of the winter doldrums. Also, feels so great to have a mate who knows all the words to "Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey;" I'm a lucky one.
The soup recipe is from an out-of-print vegetarian cookbook (apparently without an author). I can transcribe the recipe in the comments section, if wanted.
P.S. The immersion blender Christmas present came in super handy for this one.
The apple crisp recipe is from Can you Believe it's Vegan? I stumbled upon this cookbook at the library. It's a very healthy recipe, using oats and spelt flour (an ancient grain high in both fiber and protein) and sunflower oil (instead of a butter substitute). Very delicious.
Matt made Lentil and Spinach Soup and Focaccia. I had never heard of nor seen (let alone, ate) a spinach soup. So verdant! So yummy! So super food-y!
The soup recipe is from an out-of-print vegetarian cookbook (apparently without an author). I can transcribe the recipe in the comments section, if wanted.
P.S. The immersion blender Christmas present came in super handy for this one.
The focaccia recipe is from our food bible.
P.S. The mandolin slicer (plus protective gloves) Christmas presents came in super handy for the decadently thin tomato slices!
P.S. The mandolin slicer (plus protective gloves) Christmas presents came in super handy for the decadently thin tomato slices!
The apple crisp recipe is from Can you Believe it's Vegan? I stumbled upon this cookbook at the library. It's a very healthy recipe, using oats and spelt flour (an ancient grain high in both fiber and protein) and sunflower oil (instead of a butter substitute). Very delicious.
03 January 2011
The long ride home...
We are back to Texas.
We took a different route this time, and it was something we will never do again. Eastern Oklahoma is the antithesis of a happy, hopeful place. Between real-life images of dead dogs on the side of the highway and blown-out meth lab shells of houses, it seemed to never end. Part of me would have liked to have taken some photos of the abject American poverty there as proof of that other America we forget conveniently when it hurts too much to see; however, I just couldn't handle the thought and sight of standing amidst bloody, mangled pit bulls bodies, among other yucky stuff. In other words, I wanted to get through it and be done with it. There, I admit it. I want to forget conveniently, too. At least for now.
We said bye-bye to Minnesota snow and bitter cold on the first day of 2011. As always, part of me was sad to leave, and the other part was craving reality.
Trees passing on the road, in Southern Minn.
We stopped in the little industrial town of Nevada, Missouri, located on the cusp of the Ozarks for lunch yesterday. I love Missouri's town squares. These quaint centers are always asking for pictures to be taken.
We took a different route this time, and it was something we will never do again. Eastern Oklahoma is the antithesis of a happy, hopeful place. Between real-life images of dead dogs on the side of the highway and blown-out meth lab shells of houses, it seemed to never end. Part of me would have liked to have taken some photos of the abject American poverty there as proof of that other America we forget conveniently when it hurts too much to see; however, I just couldn't handle the thought and sight of standing amidst bloody, mangled pit bulls bodies, among other yucky stuff. In other words, I wanted to get through it and be done with it. There, I admit it. I want to forget conveniently, too. At least for now.
We said bye-bye to Minnesota snow and bitter cold on the first day of 2011. As always, part of me was sad to leave, and the other part was craving reality.
Trees passing on the road, in Southern Minn.
We stopped in the little industrial town of Nevada, Missouri, located on the cusp of the Ozarks for lunch yesterday. I love Missouri's town squares. These quaint centers are always asking for pictures to be taken.
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