"I always said I could be happy without you, I suppose now I get to prove it." (an old entry from a different journal)

It was really nice reading this, because I AM happy. Stoked on life, actually :)

Sorry to all you people not interested in food :P I promised chochamocha that I would post this ( Read more... )

I'm really happy about my sourdough bread. I have baked sourdough before, but never had TOOO much success. A co-worker and fellow foodie at my internship gave me 75g of her starter the other day, and I was SO excited to bake with it. I don't particularly like the process of starting a new starter, so it was great that she gave it to me ( Read more... )

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This is a song in D called Angeline the Baker. It is one of the first traditional tunes I learned.

Terrible webcam quality, makes me sound scratchy (I'm not :P). Oh well, I posted it even though it makes me sound scratchy because it is all I have!


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My game plan for getting my head back on track ( Read more... )

"Appalachia is the womb of the earth. Carol Judy often tells me that the 'mountains are calling her children home.' She held our seeds during the last ice age, and dispersed them out to the world when the long hibernation was over. Coal one of her most precious minerals was created during that time. And, interestingly enough one of the oldest ( Read more... )

I'm spending the evening writing about a terrible corporation which is profiting off the land I love. I'm sitting on our back porch which has seen so much activity for the past few days. A petal just fell on my head and the weather is perfect. I wish so much important work was not centered around staring at a screen.

Ani Difranco and the smell of baking bread. It is my final night of house sitting. In a few hours I'm going to pick Frazer and two of her sons up at the airport. I valued this time alone because it gave me space to re-establish my headspace away from a crowded collective house. I'm looking forward to my trip to Boston with Marley to see Namdol, ( Read more... )

We were together at the same time the mountains began to seep deeper into my soul, and I could never tell if I was falling in love with you or the hollows. Laying by the creek, your poetry wrapping around the autumn leaves with the birds all watching us. Our soundtrack playing in my head, is it ours or is it mine? I'll give myself to the hills but ( Read more... )

I'm free from the binds of higher education (except the money I borrowed from the banks and government) and full of vision.


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