Thursday, May 15, 2014

yes we have no aloha

if good fences make good neighbors...


Have you ever met someone with an aloha deficit who wants to move to Hawaii? Might I introduce you to my neighbor No-loha?

No-loha has never said hello over the fence, even though we can see each other over the fence, both front yard and back. Well, now actually we only see each other over the fence in the front yard because the clumping black Buddha bamboo planted last year along the wall in the backyard has reached epic proportions.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

crop top pop quiz

The Time of the Tummy by Shivani Vora
New York Times / 5.9.14

“The 5-foot, 115-pound Ms. Williams, for example, spends more than two hours most days of the week exercising in stomach-centric classes like Ab Attack...running and dancing. Her day begins and ends with 100 crunches...”

Answer one of the following questions based on the preceding passage:
  • What if Ms. Williams was not busy perfecting her slavish devotion to stomach slimness and the crop top trend, but rather focused her energies on reducing her carbon footprint* by riding a bike to work? May is National Bike Month, btw.
  • What if Ms. Williams began and ended each one of her days with a mind / body / and / soul free from colonizing forces that are anything but benevolent? 
  • What if Ms. Williams spent 2 hours most days of the week internalizing the belief that she is perfect by design?
catnippers who make reference to Lena Dunham’s nudity project (e.g. Girls), apple shaming, and does this catalog make me look fat? will get all the extra credit points.

 *nothing says grace and elegance like a small carbon footprint.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

or so says joseph strauss



The Redwoods
by Joseph Strauss


 


Here, sown by the Creator's hand.
In serried ranks, the Redwoods stand:
No other clime is honored so,
No other lands their glory know.

The greatest of Earth's living forms,
Tall conquerors that laugh at storms;
Their challenge still unanswered rings,
Through fifty centuries of kings.

growing is forever : a poem by kallie markle

Monday, April 07, 2014

a word to you from gary snyder

http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/41


For The Children
by Gary Snyder




The rising hills, the slopes,
of statistics
lie before us.
the steep climb
of everything, going up,
up, as we all
go down.

In the next century
or the one beyond that,
they say,
are valleys, pastures,
we can meet there in peace
if we make it.

To climb these coming crests
one word to you, to
you and your children:

stay together
learn the flowers
go light

Sunday, March 30, 2014

poop spelled backwards is still poop.


The stretch of sidewalk that wraps itself around my home has been littered with an ever-impressive array of poop. Some are nicely mounded and easy to retrieve. Still, some poops suggest that an owner dragged his or her leashed best friend down the street mid-action: a trail of turds, like a charming line of Hershey’s kisses delicately dropped in a row.

Dog poo can be a useful gopher deterrent, but basically I think we can all agree that poo stinks.

Perhaps there is a heavy magnetic field on this particular street, and dogs feel energetically compelled to release here; that’s cool. Just be a good neighbor and pick it up. Poo karma is like gum karma. If you spit out your gum in a place where people are likely to step on it, you will likely step in gum yourself. If you leave poo where people are likely to step on it, new poo will find you.

Thursday, March 06, 2014

garden hoes got to stick together

if you like to garden and you're down with hoes, consider getting this charming little t-shirt from you grow girl. it never fails to lift my spirits and make someone else laugh as well.



Saturday, March 01, 2014

de la soul all oh la la

the deeper business of being beautiful

Image via Caitlin Morton/MTV Style/Getty Images...with some extra catnip stardust for flavor.
"I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin, I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned...

Sunday, February 16, 2014

a lady may garden

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"A flower garden is a great resource to a lady. We have, in our rather limited sphere, a good deal to suffer, and a good deal to make the best of, and, in each case, our minds seem healed and mollified by the sight and smell of our gay and fragrant parterres. A flower, too, is a sermon-- it preaches to our hearts and minds-- it speaks to us loudly and powerfully of the tender love of our and its Creator...Thus in every way our garden is a kind of benefactor-- it gives us moral health and physical health, pleasure and profit, recollection, and sometimes blessed forgetfulness...".
 
"My Flowers" by Rosa (ca. 1848) from The Armchair Book of Gardens: A Miscellany
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i've been known to keep a garden and i do so love the smell of loam in the morning. i busied myself for most of 2013 with a garden, and though i still tend to see what hasn't grown in yet, and what still needs to be done (even though one is never 'done' with a garden) i am quite pleased with the results thus far.

before & after pics, and some skatalogical tid-bittery, after the jump.