Author (#19)April 2007 Archives
I am really excited about beans & greens right now. D. and I decided we're going to have a vegan dinner once a week or so. So far, I know I want to make this:
All I have is the image (swapped from Google), so I'll just have to make up the recipe. This is one of my favorite things to do...It's kind of like picking out a song on the piano. We'll see how it goes.
Bean & Herb Salad
2 cups fresh green beans
2 cups fresh or dried fava beans
2 cups fresh or dried cannellini beans
1/2 red onion, chopped
1 cup fresh chopped parsley
A few springs of fresh tarragon
Dressing:
2 tablespoons walnut oil
1/4 cup olive oil
A few splashes of balsamic vinegar
Sea salt & pepper
...and some crushed red pepper if you're like me and prefer everything blazing hot.
Waking up after a night of fitful sleep (as in, I think I actually got to sleep by daybreak) and having Bob Seger's "Night Moves" stuck in your head just isn't fair. To anyone. So of course, I had to I rummage online for the lyrics. I think this song might be about sex? No? Anybody?
Although, I doubt Seger's naked, throbbing behind in the back of that '60s Chevy made the kind of "front page drive-in news" he might have been hoping for. Sorry, dude.
The Accidental Poet of the Day Award has to go to Flea from the RHCP.
Road To Nowhere
Posted by Flea on April 9, 2007, 7:09 a.m. ET
i have nothing to write about the lakers
nothing at all
they have gotten worse and worse all season long
never seen anything like it before
very strange
they do not believe in themselves
as the season has gone on they have lost more and more of their
identity and sense of teamitude
it is impossible to win if you dont believe in yourself
if they play suns or mavs in the first round
unless they have a profound awakening of some kind
they will be swept
swept away like the early season hopes we all had in los angeles
they cant win with kobe doing all the scoring.....can not...no chance.....no way so forget about that plan
might be entertaining but aint gonna win no playoff games against a good team
i have nothing to say about it
i'll just hang out with with my little kernel of hope for divine intervention
and say nothing
And there's more where that came from.
I just don't get the whole fever with sports, but I really admire Flea's adamance. And all of his posts are written in free verse! He probably doesn't even realize. Pretty great...
Finally decided on a design for my next tattoo:
Sam said it looks like an armpit, but I beg to differ.
For the past three days, there has been a thickness, re-introduced. Physical. Not like fisticuffs. More like swimming in ether, while remaining still very much engaged with the "Now"...like, waking up, and there's fog all around your feet. Or being airborne on a rollercoaster, your stomach full of crystals.
As if a giant gauge has loosened its grip, the caliper of winter releasing. And concurrent with this loosening is the fission of moments splitting apart. I can roll a moment around in my pocket like a marble. Marble with a bright, round burnish to it.
So far this has been the year of falling apart in this very slow, dissolved, dissociating kind of way (hence the title of this blog, in a sense). Like white noise. This erosion has left me with some grit in my teeth, some blood on my knuckles, and it's all OK really. The result has been this residual unearthing of the beauty of...vacuity. I used to look at my hands and feet and believe they were not my hands and feet - there was no connection. I would try to place an aura around my limbs in the bathtub. I tried to remember. But then I told myself that not remembering, not having any hands at all, or perhaps having new hands, is no worse. Some believe the locus of suffering is in the grasping after things.
For me, it is the acceptance of illusion.
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On a side note, my ability to read has come back! No more re-reading sentences 300 times in a blurry haze and eventually giving up!
Here is what I am currently reading or re-reading...I'm usually reading 3 or 4 books at the same time, 'cause I get all ADD and can't read just one in isolation:
Shamanic Journeying, Sandra Ingerman
Under the Banner of Heaven, Jon Krakauer
Glass, Irony and God, Anne Carson (her best)
The Power of Now, Eckhart Tolle (yeah, OK, my therapist recommended it)
