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law and disorder.

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when baby j found himself on the wrong side of the law.

“i promise you a police car on every sidewalk.”

-marion barry

claws.

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why batgirl will always beat wolverine at cards.

life is too short for traffic. ~dan bellack

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there is something wrong with this.

it’s like starting out your journey

by surrendering to the inevitable traffic jam,

knowing you’ll be frustrated and angry.

what about making

a tiny carry-out espresso cup

instead

that reads:

“just a quick shot to enjoy

as we’re sure you will

soon be arriving

at your destination?” 

i could really go for that.

“i’m the king of the gourd!”

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last weekend, the residents of tualatin, oregon held its annual west coast giant pumpkin regatta—a quirky annual october event in which participants dress in costumes, hollow giant gourds into makeshift vessels, and paddle them across a local lake.

the oversized squash are generously provided by the pacific giant vegetable growers, a regional group of gardeners who promote the cultivation of “obscenely large, healthy vegetables.” (this year, one of their offerings tipped the scale at 1,794.5 pounds.)

after the pumpkins are measured in a “terminator weigh off,” they’re cut open, scooped out, and transformed into tiny watercrafts.

contestants climb into them, take to the water, and engage in a series of races—that is, if their boats don’t start leaking, which happened to at least one contestant.

twenty-one individuals attempted the 2015 regatta—a physical feat that, despite its whimsical nature, one frustrated rower described to as “brutal” and “exhausting.” now in its 12th incarnation, the regatta drew thousands of onlookers, who enjoyed pie-eating contests, costume competitions, and live entertainment while they weren’t watching others flail around in the water.

“i would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself,

than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”

― henry david thoreau

credits: mental floss magazine, oregon live

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

smart.

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a person without a sense of humor

is like a wagon without springs.

It’s jolted by every pebble on the road.

– henry ward beecher

a mediocre idea that generates enthusiasm will go further than a great idea that inspires no one. – mary kay ash

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yes!

how lucky am i?!

cadbury!

chocolate!

giant-sized!

limited edition!

and

filled with…

oh.

 

 

 

nuts.

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recently

i’ve found myself

in an

ongoing battle of the wits

with the squirrels

who come to play in my yard

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and who

have recently

 kicked

their games of

mischief

and

merry-making

up a notch

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rearranging the candles

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messing up the table

eating buds from

the bright green gardenia plant

just as it’s about to bloom

tearing down and making off

with the tiny flags

and

leaving nothing but

 a trail of snacks behind

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i picture them holding secret meetings

inside the knothole

of the big tree out front

assigning jobs

creating new strategies

giggling

chattering

in their native squirrel language

discussing

how to

step up their game

and

i am

losing the battle

but

next

i’m

going to

 try to make friends with them

or

go undercover.

‘right now, we’re just trying to

beat the squirrels to the pine nuts.’

– arlene ward

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image credits: squirrelpicnic.com, rabbitwhiskers.com, littlenummies.net, those darn squirrels

 

 

one hot mess.

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made a big pot

of bubbling hot

french onion soup

ladled it into little bowls

topped it with

buttered french bread slices

gruyere cheese

broiled it until it was just so

fully enjoyed it

though i knew

my big pan

was going to be tough to clean 

after caramelizing the onions

and 

cooking it for

such a very long time

to create a rich flavor

so 

after our meal

and

emptying out

the rest of the soup

i remembered 

an old kitchen trick

 reheat the pan

on low

with a little

water and dish soap

to unstick the brown bits

making for an easier cleanup

and

went off to work

on an art project

in the other room

music playing

windows open

nice breeze on a hot night

a familiar scent filled the air

wondered why the neighbors

were grilling out so late at night

took a break from the art

to get a drink of water

realized the 

‘grilling’

was going on right in my own kitchen

apparently

i’d forgotten about

my clever cleanup trick

that was fully in process

the water had cooked down long ago

the pan was almost on fire

inside was black and crackling

IMG_0866i quickly turned off the heat

grabbed the pan

with hot pads

put it into my sink

too hot to add any water

let it cool down overnight

in the morning

finally decided to

tackle the scrubbing job

now made so much harder

with the ultra char-grilled pan

went to pull it out of the sink

it seemed a bit stuck

wrestled with it a bit

finally used all of

my upper body muscle power

snapped it out of there

 flipped it over to see why

it was sticking

and

voila!

it had been so hot

that it had melted right to my sink

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and when i yanked it out

it took some of the ceramic with it
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 now

i need

a new pan

and

a new sink

but

damn, that soup was good.

“the only real stumbling block is fear of failure.

in cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”

― julia child

 

i’m not confused. i’m just well mixed. – robert frost

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so excited!

we put the food together quickly

packed a picnic

headed out to the arboretum

our sanctuary

right in the heart of the city

on a perfect late summer night

to see live opera

performed by

 university music students

found a parking space

how lucky!

hauled out our gear

hiked in a mile

worth it!

found the amphitheater

saw an open space for a great place to sit

our luck just kept getting better!

didn’t hear any music

wondered if we were too early

didn’t see any signs of a musical set-up

didn’t see any people around

walked on a bit

listened

to see if perhaps

the music was

 in another location in the park

i even said,

(a bit indignantly and dismayed),

“the paper said it was on the 23rd at 5:00!”

at that

mg turned his head

looked at me

and

it was then that i knew

something was wrong

 he calmly mentioned

that it was actually

still the 22nd at the moment

 we were a bit early

24 hours early

but at least we had great seats.

until we meet again.

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after a year

of owning

my car

and driving it

multiple times

most every day

i suddenly noticed

yesterday

that it was

saying goodbye

to me

as i pulled into the garage

gathered my things

and

got ready to leave.

my message was

just a little colorful note

left on my dash

placed there

by the subaru’s

electronic heart

and

for some reason

i sighed

wistfully

and

said goodbye back.

and now that i’ve seen it

i’m sure

we’ll be saying goodbye

each and every day

for many, many more years to come.


it’s time to say goodbye,

but I think goodbyes are sad and

i’d much rather say hello.

hello to a new adventure.

– ernie harwell