new on the ol' wish list!

follow the link and scroll down to see the work that goes into this woodblock. so cool! and the details (sea of crises, ocean of storms)! my birthday isn't thaaaaaat far away! :) http://www.tugboatprintshop.com/woodcut_themoon.htm

just signed up for this radness!

http://sierralivingskills.com/?page_id=13

ohana

hot damn

'63 ponitac catalina

feed the holy

they do tell: the Mayans call the post-2012 era The World Of The Fifth Sun. The previous four worlds brought forth minerals, plants, animals and then people. In the Fifth World, humans will be called upon to reharmonize with nature. Be patient, help one another, choose whatever swells the passion within, and know the positions will reverse again. It is only a matter of time. it takes unremitting dedication and profound faith in oneself, one’s work, and one’s clear imagination, that out of this work will come a better future for humanity, more rewarding to you and your community. Remember to perform everyday tasks with reverence and see how it can transform your feelings and experience of life. Join me in visualizing a planet bathed in light and love, as we usher in The World of the Fifth Sun on Friday morning. reconnect with nature!!! feed the holy! let your love light shine! xoxo

papillon

monarch butterflies migrate south every year from canada and north america to mexico to escape the cold weather. what i just learned though was that monarchs live up to nine months longer than other butterflies. this is just enough time to lay their eggs then die along the several hundred mile route north back home from mexico in the spring. they never make it all the way back home. but the eggs laid hatch and the next two generations proceed further north finally reaching home. it is the fourth generation of monarchs that will begin the migratory cycle again next year. fascinating!!!! also learned that because of all the new modern gmo, herbicide, road clearing bullshit the monarch’s beloved milkweed population is dwindling. without milkweed and or other nectar providing plants for monarchs to eat they are also dwindling. boo! so now on the to plant list for next year is milkweed. check this out, you can create a monarch waystation too! http://www.monarchwatch.org/waystations/seed_kit.html

radness

check this link: http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/328491151/konbit-shelter-sustainable-building-in-rural-haiti?ref=live

davey rothbart, my heart is an idiot

hunted for mushrooms this morning in the light drizzle of rain with nicholas and zach. we ate them for breakfast with potato pancake and poached egg, red lantern jelly and chevre. lattes to boot. hunted for antiques later with joseph and found all the things that i would find: 70’s era hot wheels, plaid wool blanket, farm animal toys, “bear-ettes”, an old tin, pretty floral lace, and four different jump ropes. awesome! singing to cat power now and thinking about her and tina shooting up together. still raining. still changing, still wondering, still tingling. got some clarity tonight. and tiny skulls from the outside. grateful and expecting.

perfect

THANKSGIVING WITH VEGANS. BY JESSE EISENBERG Last night, Mom and I went to Thanksgiving dinner at a Vegan family’s house, which is kind of like going to Temple for Christmas. Mom said that Vegans are “people that don’t eat any meat or cheese or shave” and, since Mom doesn’t like to cook, she decided that we needed to go to our neighbor’s house for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving used to be my favorite holiday because Mom and Dad and I would drive up to Dad’s parents’ house and Dad and I would roll down the humongous hill in Grandpa’s backyard while Grandma cooked with Mom. But when Dad left Mom to be in love with his hygienist, Mom told me that I was never allowed to speak to Dad’s parents again, which I thought was unfair because they were my grandparents and we have a separate relationship. I also used to love Thanksgiving because of the food. Grandpa would make a huge turkey with gravy and stuffing and everyone would make a big deal about Grandpa carving the turkey like he had a special skill that the rest of us could never learn. But our neighbors, the Vegans, don’t eat turkey or real gravy and they don’t put marshmallows on top of their sweet potatoes because they said that marshmallows come from horse feet, which I didn’t know and hope is a lie. Not only do they not eat turkey, but the Vegans placed framed pictures of two turkeys on their Thanksgiving table with the turkeys’ names underneath, which were “Mable” and “Todd.” It was strange to see pictures of turkeys because no one ever really takes pictures of turkeys and it was even stranger to see that they had names because no one really names turkeys, especially with a name like “Todd,” which sounds like the name of a boy who asks the teacher for more homework. All of the foods were labeled with little turkey-shaped signs and I remembered the names carefully so that I know to avoid them in future Thanksgivings. The main foods were “Lentil and Mushroom Loaf with Savory Potato Filling” and “Stuffed Maple Tofu” and the side foods were “Gluten Free(!) Spinach Roasted Fingerlings” and “King Oyster Whipped Sweet Potatoes with Herbs” (and without marshmallows.) Reading the weird names of the foods, I suddenly missed Dad and I thought that maybe Mom did too even though she always says that she hates him. I think that, even if you hate someone, it’s easy to miss them on the holidays. Before we were allowed to eat, we had to go around the room and say what we were thankful for. At Grandma and Grandpa’s house we would do the same thing but more as a joke. It would always be funny and sarcastic like Grandpa would say “I’m thankful Grandma didn’t burn the turkey like last year” and Grandma would say to Grandpa, “I’m thankful that you lost your teeth so that you’ll only be able to eat the sweet potatoes.” But the Vegans said things that were sincere, like “Family” and “Togetherness,” and Mom rolled her eyes at me and I rolled them back at her and it made me feel good. I like it when Mom rolls her eyes with me because it’s like having a silent secret with someone. The Vegan Mom said she was thankful for her “enlightened consciousness” and that it was important to “keep turkeys, like Todd and Mable, in our hearts on this dark holiday.” She said that turkeys are “beautiful and brilliant creatures who like music and dancing,” which seemed kind of strange and probably not true. But then she described how the turkeys are killed and it made me feel really guilty and also nauseous. Before the turkeys are killed, she said, they are packed into tiny cages where they can’t even turn around and, in order to make sure that the turkeys don’t attack each other, they get their beaks and toes cut off with hot blades and then are boiled alive to get their feathers off. I pictured myself in a tight cage, not being able to turn around and then getting my toes cut off and being boiled alive. Picturing yourself in someone else’s life is called “Empathy,” which Mom says I have too much of. I thought it was strange that the Vegan Mom described how turkeys were killed to a group of people who were about to eat tofu. It kind of felt like she was trying to sell me the shirt I was already wearing. I don’t totally think the Vegan people are so weird. In a way, it is more weird to eat a bird. We would all think it was disgusting to go outside and kill a bird and tear its head off and put it in an oven and then stuff its body with croutons and celery, but for some reason, we think it’s normal to go to a supermarket and buy a turkey and cook it. I guess I’m being hypocritical by eating turkeys and I don’t really know what to think about this. I think it’s really sad the way that animals are killed. But it’s also really sad that I used to have Thanksgiving with my Grandparents and now I’m not allowed to talk to them because Dad loves someone else. I guess that there are a lot of sad things in the world and sometimes eating turkey with the people you love makes you happy and maybe it would make the turkey happy to know that this was happening with its body. Probably not, but maybe. If the turkey really liked music and dancing, maybe it would also like to know that I was rolling down Grandpa’s hill with Dad and then eating its body. Probably not, but maybe. Maybe some things are too difficult for me to understand right now. Probably not, but maybe. That’s why I’m giving the Vegan Thanksgiving 1000 out of 2000 stars. http://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/thanksgiving-with-vegans

family band

love, loss and peace in the autumn of life

wow!

wabi sabi

the bonsai world has got me right now! it's a lot more interesting than i thought!! check it out.

my kinda drink!

Blackberry Gin Fizz from smitten kitchen For 2 tall drinks 1/4 cup fresh blackberries 2 Tbs. sugar (i'll probably skip the sugar) 1/2 cup gin 1/4 cup fresh lime juice (2 juicy limes) club soda 2 sprigs sweet basil or 2 thin lime wedges Purée blackberries and sugar in a blender until as liquefied as possible. Strain purée through a fine-mesh sieve or tea strainer into two tall or collins-style glasses; discard seeds in sieve. Divide gin and lime juice between glasses and stir to combine. Add ice to glasses then top each with soda and a sprig of basil or wedge of lime. (Might need another quick stir to combine.) Share with someone you like.

love this kid

http://www.fecalface.com/SF/index.php/features-mainmenu-102/3328-nick-mann-aka-doodles-interview

heeeellllloooooo out there

back in bloggo land! i imagine i'll be doing this less and less, it's just not as fun anymore....but for now i wanted to share some inspiration. reading temple grandin; listening to frank ocean and sleep; painting; drying herbs; laughing at the goats. life is pretty great. i still feel like something is missing, like i have for a while now. i just hope i'm headed in the right direction towards whatever that thing is. it's a spiritual journey i'm sure, like i'm missing my higher self or something. i just wish it was more of a fast motorcycle adventure in a foreign country type deal instead of this sad, confused shit. anyway, so i've been itching like crazy pretty close to every day. poison oak. i was convinced that i was immune to poison oak becuase i had never had an itch and could run around in it without a trace. i was close to starting a little business getting rid of it even. i thought a little native blood and goat milk in my kinder years was why i was so special but really, i wasn't special at all. i tested my little theory before puttin myself up for hire by not so carefully clearing a bunch around the house. i pruned it back, i dug it up, i tossed it around. how rude! well, almost immediately i had a reaction. itchy and feeling humbled. i did some research too and apparently, no one with any european blood is immune to poison oak and its only a matter of time until it starts to bother you. my time was up. what a dork! i'm just glad it really doesn't bother me that much and of course for the good lesson in humility. i'm still somewhat careless around it but much more respectful as far as trying to kill it. "don't fuck with me" is poison oak's message. i can dig that attitude. i've just made sure to buy a little extra vinegar is all.

beja had her babes last night! one boy and one girl! they are so sweet, white soft fur, sleepy! scooter dropped by to check out the cuteness. and here's the studly peacock amidst the wild sweet peas. just struttin his stuff!

love this guy

mr. brown thumb!

i dream of a place where young people are taught the knowledge without cost. the knowledge of herbal medicine; self empowering, nature driven healthcare growing all around us. the knowledge of farming; growing food to feed yourself, your family, your neighbors. i dream of this place where it doesn’t cost forty dollars or a thousand dollars to learn what we need to be healthy and survive. i understand people need to get paid for their time and times are tough but times are tough, there’s no better reason than that. this is about reconnecting, supporting one another and supporting this planet. for those who are going to have to fight for healthy food, for access to medicine, for real freedom under corporate rule, for crying out loud tell us what the weeds in the ditch can do! teach us college grads in debt, teach us jobless wanderers, forgotten soldiers, we who are not apart of the norm because we have learned the truth. help us to teach the truth. to fight the good fight. to live the good life. i dream of a place where money doesn’t matter as much as sharing.

the peacock is honking outside my window!! he came for a visit. toby, odin and emma followed me home this afternoon too and we had fun hanging out eating bacon. and yet another visitor that dropped in, but this was last night at dusk-one of the much anticipated baby goats!!! pica did it all by herself, giving birth to one sweet little girl. i came home just in time to scurry about gathering iodine and molasses and burying the placenta before the mountain lion caught wind (it was pretty scary doing that one in the dark)! everything went great, momma and babe resting and healthy. woohoo! next up is beja and i know she has at least two kids in that giant belly! oh and scooter dudley, poor thing is the only kitty left and a little under the weather the past couple of days, acting strange, sleeping in fruit baskets on the kitchen counter! cutest thing ever! yeay for spring and animal friends. they really make me happy.