Thursday, February 28, 2013
This morning we waited in line for an hour for food. It was okay. There was a little drama involving someone not wanting someone else to pet their dog because they don't want it to get used to people. And a dad and adult daughter yelling at each other in passing.
But there were nice things too, like the islander woman who asked us to hold her place in line because she was tired of holding her big baby. The little kid who wanted to steal the other little kid's chips, who wanted a bell pepper because she thought it was an apple, who ate a big strawberry. Or when I asked the guy in front of me where he was from because his accent had been puzzling me for months, and he said he was from down the street.
There's lots of crap that could be talked about our neighborhood, but the one thing you could never say is that it's boring.
I'm eagerly anticipating March. We have a lot going on in March.
But I want to honor this last day of February. Thanks, February.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
jasper beaded earrings, red coral earrings
I haven't sold any earrings on etsy yet. But I enjoy making them, and maybe one day I'll get my lucky break.
solar panel bug
Just now it vibrated itself into the shadow of a banana. So its fun for today is over. It will have fun again tomorrow morning.
We've been busy. We went to Home Depot yesterday for chicken wire--which they called poultry wire, for some reason--and picked up some seeds and plants too. I want to grow chamomile but suspect there might be some chamomile seeds in the seed library at Colonial Heights library. I need to check. I don't know how the seed library works, but I would guess I need to harvest some seed from the chamomile flowers after they grow to replenish the seed supply. That sounds like a pain but maybe good to learn how to do.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
On the other hand, I tried reading another graphic memoir, one with a great cover, and I really wanted to like it, but the speaker is obnoxious and the perspectives are so mainstream. It's about getting diagnosed and living with bipolar disorder. I have avoided that kind of book, and maybe for good reason.
butternut squash parsnip soup
two smallish butternut squashes
one large parsnip
one large onion
three cloves garlic
better than bullion
Have Ming peel and cut up the butternut squashes for you. Cut up the parsnip. Dice the onions and mince the garlic.
Saute the onion and garlic in olive oil until they begin to brown. Add the veggies and water to cover. Add about two teaspoons better than bullion. Simmer for...20 minutes? Maybe longer like 30? Until the veggies are soft. Blend with an immersion blender. (I tried just mashing with a potato masher, but it didn't work.)
Put some in a mason jar and bring downstairs to your main neighbor who has already cooked dinner for everyone. (He BBQed us veggie sausages we brought down for him and fed us rice and corn.)
Note that this recipe comes from my friend K though I don't know if I did it right. When she told me the recipe, I was paying attention but might have missed something.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The kitchen faucet has started making a weird sound.
Ming is chopping up a butternut squash for me so I can make soup before the parsnip we bought goes bad.
I think Ming's fixing the faucet now.
Friday, February 22, 2013
"Can't tell," Ming said. It's oniony in here.
Right now we have dal simmering on the stove. It's mung dal. I'm really tired. I've been working on fundraising for Sacred Peace Walk 2013. I had therapy. Some of the mung beans are old. Old mixed with new.
I've been writing poems. They're really talky and discursive. I don't know how I feel about them. Too long, I guess.
But I got some very exciting mail today. I had been waiting to hear from a certain famous poet, Michael Hannon, for months, and when I got home, I found he's sent me his latest book. I read the whole thing. It's great, Mortal Poems.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
This afternoon I went to a bracelet making workshop at the women's center I visit almost every day. We all chose a kit. Then we assembled them. With the leftover beads, we made earrings. I had to string my bracelet three times. First time the wire was too short. Second time the guru made a mistake while showing me how to crimp my bead and broke it. Third time worked. It's not a type of clasp I would ever choose--it's the toggle kind. Well, I'll take a picture.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
selling earrings on etsy
The reason I even consider it is that when I buy beads for making earrings for myself, I have to buy them in much larger quantities than I need. So I have all these leftover beads. And I might as well do something useful with them.
I made a list of pros and cons with Ming and I think I'm going to do it.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Then we went to a bike shop looking for a locking bike chain only not a chain but a metal material encased in plastic. We found one for a better price than the other places we'd checked.
Then we went to mass at St Francis. I had been feeling like going to mass. It was the first Sunday of lent. I liked the readings, and songs were pretty good, and I liked getting blessed. The person who blessed me seemed nervous. I think he was new.
I bought another parsnip in hopes we'll make the butternut squash soup I want to make. Maybe I should just cut the squash in half and bake it. Then make soup with it. That way we wouldn't have to peel it.
Originally I planned to make mung dal for the potluck last night, but we ran out of time, which is why I made the quinoa and gandules dish. So I have some mung beans waiting to be made into something delicious.
And I'm tired all the time and type messy. Need a walk.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
quinoa and gandules
I made a dish called quinoa and gandules. It's got garlic from the garden and earth balance and better than bullion, along with the quinoa and gandules. We took this food to a potluck tonight at the Grange. We said hi to friends, and it was very crowded there. We left before the presentation. I wasn't psyched out well enough to endure.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Here's our strawberry pie cooling on the kitchen table before it goes in the fridge. I guessed at how much a quart was, and I guess that was good enough.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
the mother lode
It's hard for me to concentrate so carefully for that long. Ever since I started tutoring it's been that way. I was a writing tutor at UC Santa Barbara. It took all of my mental energy, and afterward I needed to do nothing for a while.
After I tutored, we ran a few errands and finally got a much-sought vegetable brush so I can brush these homegrown carrots that are really dirty.
Then we went to Pinkberry for a Gender Health Center fundraiser. We ate delicious frozen yogurt and saw friends. I got overstimulated--it was really loud in there. Came home and lay in bed in the dark for a while.
Art therapy's going well. Yesterday we expressed anger and fear in our art. It was hard work too.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
So then we went to Trader Joe's (right across the street) for produce and fake meat. Then we went to our garden plot downtown to plant the Greek mountain tea--we put it where the hated celery was. So I hope it will grow sweetly and wild and overtake any bad celery roots that might be there in the ground.
And we planted two pea plants there at that garden.
Then we came home and ate burritos with refried beans and soy chorizo and bell pepper for lunch.
Is this TMI? Here's the exciting part. We went into the backyard and planted three more pea plants, which was fun, harvested some carrots and ate most of them on the spot. I ate some late pea pods off the plants from a few months ago. And I ate some broccoli flowers from the broccoli that never really got harvested.
Okay, here's the really exciting part. Remember how we went to this place where they grow mushrooms and got some mushroom compost, a month ago? Did I tell you about it? Anyway, we spread free mushroom compost around the garden, and mushrooms started coming up. We mostly ignored them. But today I harvested some fresh ones, washed them, fried them up in olive oil, added salt, and we ate them. They were so good.
"I have never had mushrooms fresher than these," I told Ming as we stood eating them in the kitchen. And I was happy.
Monday, February 11, 2013
What is that saying? No good deed goes unpunished? Right when Ming was done helping the geese, they spotted me with the sandwiches and chips. They started honking and came straight for me. They stood close, wanting our food, and I told Ming, "If they bite my butt, I'm going to be mad." Then they started biting my butt. So Ming tried to stand between me and them. They hissed at him.
And that's the story of how we got attacked by domestic geese.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
fiber arts fun
So afterward we went for a walk at McKinley Park, and by chance there was a weaving show there. I loved seeing the baskets people had made. I loved looking at the woven tea towels. (I have a thing for tea towels.) I liked seeing the clothes people had made. I was not so into the looms. I shyly appreciated seeing the people spin with the spinning wheels, something I don't remember ever seeing before.
But the highlight of the trip was a visit with Franco Rios, a DIY fiber arts person. He showed us a cardboard spinning wheel he'd designed and made himself using less than $5 worth of materials. It sort of looks like a record player. He was spinning wool into yarn there.
He talked to us about finger weavings he likes to do on the bus and showed us a beautiful red and white one. He showed us a bag making project he was doing using synthetic yarns. It was a pleasure to talk with him, and he told us he has the design for his cardboard spinning wheel on the internet, which I think is a very good deed, that he'll share his design with the world.
So here's his blog, which I'm still exploring myself.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
I like doing things with my hands and making beautiful stuff. But concentrating on tiny things exhausts me in a unique way. And instruction was minimal, but someone there was really encouraging. I'm signed up for a bracelet making workshop in two weeks.
jumble of news
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Monday, February 04, 2013
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Today was a puja for Swami Vivekananda's 150th birthday. Ming and I sang in the choir. It went great. Afterward we ate prasad lunch. We got to sit with important friends and talked about a special rock, what P wrote her dissertation about, Ming's name and origins. Now it's time for me to work.
Nerve Lantern call for submissions
Nerve Lantern: Axon of Performance Literature
is now accepting submissions for Issue 7!
Deadline: July 1, 2013
Nerve Lantern is a journal of innovative performance texts and texts about performance, published by Pyriform Press and edited by Ellen Redbird. Past contributors include: Anne Waldman, Carla Harryman, Kevin Killian, kari edwards, Michelle Ellsworth, Michael Basinski, Camille Roy, Akilah Oliver, Bhanu Kapil, Jena Osman, and Sawako Nakayasu.
Friday, February 01, 2013
bamboo bike cart
Couple of days ago Ming realized his bike cart had been stolen, and today, just now, our neighbor gave Ming this homemade bamboo bike cart. A different neighbor knocked on our door and said, "Santa came!" and Ming went downstairs to look. Then he came up for me, saying, "You gotta see this." So I took a picture while we marveled at our neighbor's generosity and kindness. Thanks, J.
gift of lemons
I picked up some cute paper things at the East Bay Depot for Creative Reuse for less than $2 though that is sort of a dangerous store for me. I get dizzy from the vast array of stuff.
When we got home, we found a neighbor left a gift of lemons on our porch. "What should we do with all those lemons?" I asked Ming.
"Make lemonade," Ming said. So I think we will.
white bean salad