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I had one of Gould Farm's famous feta / pesto / tomato pizza pieces last night, and it had two whole cloves of garlic on it. I'm a garlic fan, but 2 whole cloves is still a lot to consume straight up. So I picked them off and left them on a plate on (what… Continue reading Cat Breath

All men are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality. Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase. Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted. ~Martin Luther King,… Continue reading MLK, Jr Day

Notice the new links on the sidebar -- Free Rice is a website that supposedly donates 20 grains of rice to feed the hungry for every vocabulary word you get right... I mostly do it for the vocab practice. Sometimes I think most of the world's wrongs could be set aright if enough people knew… Continue reading New Fun Stuff

I miss puffins and sea kayaking and hairy coos and sheep and Dun I and excellent mead and duvet covers and ceilidhs and jetty seals and all around good craic... A gold star for you if you can guess what/where I'm talking about... I had a puffin on my back once. And the traveling bug… Continue reading och, aye

I love the farm. We keep having quintessential farm-type gatherings lately... Children were interpretive dancing in the living room with plastic hard hats to piano, flute, and violin celtic music played by our incredible musicians 2-year old Benjamin was helping 97-year old Roma with her breakfast "Popkale" (kale baked in oil and salt) is a… Continue reading PopKale and Potato Day

One farewell One application to a new job One engagement Three deaths (one funeral) Three birthdays All in one week No wonder I feel a bit like I'm reeling. It's been a liminal week (look it up... it's one of my favorite words). Sunday I stood by the bed of a saint (Mary) who was… Continue reading Liminal Spaces

I'm officially finished with my first paper of my grad school career. And I'd forgotten how gratifying it is to say "yes, that's good" and hand over your very own creation. I love writing... why don't I do it more often?

I love fall around here. It's not necessarily that the colors are better (though they might be... I'm not sure). But we certainly have more trees. My favorite is the vine that, after six months or so of living quietly and camouflaged on whatever trees and posts it can find, bursts into the brightest red… Continue reading Fall’s exhibitionism

Tee-hee. The red barn has essentially been condemned. So it's a good thing that it's stacked to the rafters on the second floor with rotting furniture. It's the Walmart of junk (and every once in a while, a few treasures), so come to the Columbus day tag sale where we hope that some suckers will… Continue reading Red Barn Tag Sale

"Blanket generalizations are always bad." The guy who was saying this was pissed at me and essentially yelling it... so I didn't bother to point out the obvious problem with this statement... But it did make me suppress a chuckle.