Hipster City Farms

Sep 19, 2009 23:55

I live in a 100 year old house in Denver, Colorado. The floor-plan was designed to fit the specific needs of the family that raised it, and hardwood floors run throughout its two levels.

I think that's the coolest thing.

A division of Oh-gosh.com, LLC. (Which Hans will be filing taxes for in the fall.)

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Cheeba Hut submarines, with hummus and guacamole and feta and sprouts and olives and cucumber and house dressing. They had a Lucky Charms rice crispy treat; it was a no brainer.

We listened to Ronny Jordan. "The Jackal."
We couldn't stop laughing.
We left the light on last night.

A beautiful Saturday. In a great city.
We walked to the store and took long stretches of time to examine everything in the produce section. 
Then we walked to another grocery store to get dough for pizzas.
And we ended up creating a business to run out of our kitchen. And the folks seem pretty serious about pursuing it. So we'll definitely get a Costco business membership. We're on the brink of mapping out Phase 4.

Film from across the street; zoom out from the window.
Pull away; show that world.
In which grass can't survive on its own.

hipster city farms, poetry, wolfmother

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