liked google's superbowl ad? here's what happened afterwards..
Monday, February 8, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
caught on tv..anthony bourdain in brittany. i dont get it. normandy is next door and the show picks brittany? really? brittany? i havent seen the full show, but beyond crepes and kouig-aman..belons and pre sale lambs, how much can you cram into an one hour show on brittany?
again..
NORMANDIE IS NEXT DOOR.
again..
NORMANDIE IS NEXT DOOR.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
i havent cooked in ages. somedays the itch returns, but there are other important things to do first. by spring, i should be able to put into action what i have been planning for several months now. the vegetable beds will be ready. with the exception of a few curmudgeons, most people have agreed to co-operate. entire neighbourhood will be growing at least some of their food in their yards and lawns...on their balconies and patios.
interestingly, the guy who almost made me cry out in frustration was this 73 y/o chinese guy. he hates me. he really does. i thought that older chinese folk were into fresh vegetables and greens. i remember walking around the lake once and spied upon this chinese couple filling plastic bags with some random green that was growing near the waters. somehow they had identified something edible and wild in a state park, no less. since then, i always imagined that older chinese were lovers of all things green...exotic greens other than spinach. stereotyping..i do it too.
back to grandpa...it's ok. old people can get away with murder as far as i am concerned. he reminds me of my grandfather, altho' the original was such a gentle creature. this one hates everything..he hates trees, birds, cats, lettuce, vegetable beds on lawns, tomatoes..and the colour red! everytime he sees me wearing my red pea coat, he'd call out to me and let me know in no uncertain terms that he 'hates red." it gives him an headache. o-kay!
he has given strict instructions to his 7 year old grand daughter. i might get her hands dirty in the garden mud. oops. read my mind. maybe he'd soften when i leave a basket full of greens and carrots.
there is another little girl. i gave her borage and carrot seeds. i told her that every flower has it's own fairy that looks after it and every vegetable has it's own gnome tending it. she came back two days later with a gift. a bird house decorated with butterflies and birds and flowers. the butterflies were bigger than the birds, but that's ok because they had glitter on them. what can i say...i am such a sucker for glitter.
i hope that one day all the forgotten patches and islands of dirt will be filled with the dancing heads of cornflowers and nasturtiums. an old oak whispered to me the other day. he called me a fool, but i know that i am loved.
interestingly, the guy who almost made me cry out in frustration was this 73 y/o chinese guy. he hates me. he really does. i thought that older chinese folk were into fresh vegetables and greens. i remember walking around the lake once and spied upon this chinese couple filling plastic bags with some random green that was growing near the waters. somehow they had identified something edible and wild in a state park, no less. since then, i always imagined that older chinese were lovers of all things green...exotic greens other than spinach. stereotyping..i do it too.
back to grandpa...it's ok. old people can get away with murder as far as i am concerned. he reminds me of my grandfather, altho' the original was such a gentle creature. this one hates everything..he hates trees, birds, cats, lettuce, vegetable beds on lawns, tomatoes..and the colour red! everytime he sees me wearing my red pea coat, he'd call out to me and let me know in no uncertain terms that he 'hates red." it gives him an headache. o-kay!
he has given strict instructions to his 7 year old grand daughter. i might get her hands dirty in the garden mud. oops. read my mind. maybe he'd soften when i leave a basket full of greens and carrots.
there is another little girl. i gave her borage and carrot seeds. i told her that every flower has it's own fairy that looks after it and every vegetable has it's own gnome tending it. she came back two days later with a gift. a bird house decorated with butterflies and birds and flowers. the butterflies were bigger than the birds, but that's ok because they had glitter on them. what can i say...i am such a sucker for glitter.
i hope that one day all the forgotten patches and islands of dirt will be filled with the dancing heads of cornflowers and nasturtiums. an old oak whispered to me the other day. he called me a fool, but i know that i am loved.
Monday, January 4, 2010
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