idle idle idle protect the nest.
i love the illustration books at the bookshop santa cruz.
i always go and write down the names of the artists &
then look at their sites and set their pictures as my computer background.

must.write.these.papers. :-O

"This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed at home."

"i imagine that yes is the only living thing.

listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go."
-ee.

fairy lights are shining above my head.

i hope i befriend orcs and elves.

a burst of blue one morning.
this moment was so worth the 4 month wait.
may gasped in horror when she discovered her

plants were infested with aphids.
we went outside and scavenged for ladybugs in the grass
and let them loose on the leaves.
they feasted happily on the little green bugs.

CAFE BRASIL

sprinkle some cornmeal on it.
ahh sigh yee.

"wouldn't it be cool if we found wild berries?"
*two hours later*

"be a little deer. i'm a little horse today."

my sister and i went on a four hour walk through

the woods in "pogo-nee-kee" (pogonip).
we brought some snacks:
seaweed, potato chips, mocha marble trail mix,
& a mexican chili covered mango lollipop.

I am "tickled by the absurdity of it all."

fleeting ghosts & faithless translations.

i keep finding rotten vegetables in our fridge.
leaky, dripping, oozing, odorous
puddles of expired onions, spinach, cucumbers.

just wanted to wander the city.

walking down a path and slowly remembering
you've seen this road many times
and realize its where the white gate leads.

"we are living today in an ethical wilderness
-a wild, untamed, unpredictable landscape."

Odilon Redon
(April 20, 1840 - July 6, 1916)

"if they censor pictures I can just imagine what they do to the text"

amen to that.

abandoned carnival.

no clowns, no candy, no cars go.

so long, farewell.

have you ever watched a seagull try to hang

onto an empty cheeto bag, in a sad attempt to

fend off the other seagulls who bite

& harass him to the point where

he drops the bag into the ocean?

"stories have to be told or they die, and when they die,

we can't remember who we are or why we're here."

-s.m.kidd.

UC Summer Camp.

hmmmmm, it is may.

i went to the school farm again today. it's my new favorite place.

a pretty angry chicken.

quails go es a scamperi ng

at a strawberry justice festival.

i visited the school farm for the first time yesterday.
imagine the setting of the secret life of bees mixed
with pride and prejudice in afternoon lighting.

avocado groves, maine-looking houses,
cows, chickens, fields of salad.
how can there exist so much beauty in one place.

also,
"before you embark on a journey of revenge,
dig two graves"
~honest tea.

(confucius)

i am overwhelmed right now.

i must go. i will go. i am going.

XI'AN WORLD HORTICULTURAL EXPO.

behold, the first flower i've ever grown from a seed.

i've named her fleve(flower eve).

people could never be vegetables;
even artichokes have hearts.

"Jonathan Harris and Sep Kamvar actually want to listen to your feelings. Yours and those of the rest of the Internet, that is. In 2005 they wrote a program that would scour the blogs of the Web for sentences containing "I feel" or "I am feeling," every 10 minutes. The result is a gorgeous spattering of colorful interfaces to choose from, detailing cross-sections of global intimacy suited to the specs you wish to isolate."

CLICK HERE>> TO FEEL.

jill and i made
~*~CAKE POPS~*~

i woke up (rather late) and checked up on the plants this morning.

i rummaged through the leaves and noticed there
were all these premature little flower buds!

here is the rainbow coleus.
i have never once successfully planted something
and have it actually bloom flowers.
alas, i am no longer a black thumb.