Friday, February 29, 2008
Yesterday, as I ate my healthy brunch of a toasted salmon sandwich with spinach, I turned on Martha Stewart to keep me company. She and her guest were coring apples to make applesauce to go with a pork loin roast. I discovered the most amazing thing, you can core an apple without using the second step of cutting out the cores and wasting some of the apple and most importantly precious time. See diagram below.
So the next time you are standing around in your kitchen avoiding work and looking for something to feed your deep internal hunger, cut up an apple and head back to your desk. It's fast, it's easy and you'll feel virtuous which is good as gold in my warped mind.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Spring is emerging and it's fever is being felt in all areas of our lives. The garden is really only the tip of the iceberg but it works as a pleasant analogy. Rebirth and remembrance of what we are shedding to make way for a new way of being are the flavors of the day. My daughter will be ten soon and I am entering a new phase of parenting, time to readjust my approach to fit her changing needs. The story of our lives unfurling ever upward, ever hopeful for the future.
Monday, February 25, 2008
The couch calls.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I want the piece to be a collection of short entries, strangely similar to these blog entries— coincidence or fate—so that may be what you're reading for the next little while. Gotta multi task. I enjoy this blogging but I am a pathological achiever and I need a goal.
It's called "Safe Passage" and it's about the day my mother died.
I realized today the message of the dream from the other night is that I still have a long way to go on my path of discovery, each of these personal projects seem to increase my ability to be visually articulate. Am just trying to take one step at a time. One cocktail hour at a time.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
When the sun comes out in February in northwest Washington, you will naturally want to go outside. Even if you have nothing to do there, and many more things to do inside, you put on your boots and migrate out.
I was outside for 90 minutes today. I worked in the garden adjusting the stepping stone path that leads to my office. The flat discs have not been the right distance apart, first they were too far apart and I leapt from one to the next, then they were too close and I could only get up to a slow stroll. Now they are just right. I also collected up all the disgusting old black plastic I have stored around the garden and laid it out on the new piece of territory I am expanding the garden into. Because its so windy right now I laid big cedar branches all over it. I had the branches leftover from some pruning I did in the fall. It looks like a conceptual art installation.
Now that it's dark I guess it's safe to get back to work.
Monday, February 11, 2008
It's been several hours since the incident. Irate has had a few glasses of wine and should sleep for another month or so.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
It turns out what does build successful people is a heaping handful of self loathing and doubt. Something to nip at your heels, to remind you that you aren't good enough and you should work just a bit harder.
Finally I am doing something right, well not that right.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
So we're in for the evening. We had a nice walk under the high tension power lines up the road. Luna ran around like a maniac chasing the ball. There is still a fairly convincing layer of snow everywhere. My feet got pretty wet and cold as we trudged around the park. It was beautiful though, there is a section where you walk through bare trees along the top of a ravine. The light was low but it all looked very graphic and pretty.
We have some tandoori chicken from the local Indo-Canadian meat shop for dinner and I expect we'll watch a movie. Something Tarantino was mentioned earlier. Maybe I'll work.