I can go to sleep at night as a rock 'n roll star
Last night I was feeling lowly so I went upstairs and read "The Black Stallion's Ghost," which is as fabulous as it sounds. As can be expected, it lifted my spirits with the soaring of a thousand eagles. Yesterday and today I have been in the kitchen for about 5 billion years. I have made 16 loaves of bread, (Zucchini, Swope, and Potato-Dill sourdough). Also 40 people are going to be eating stuffed cabbage leaves with a stuffing that I made up as I was cooking. It contains leeks, onions, garlic, a bunch of different kinds of grains, portobello mushrooms, parsley and mint. The leaves will be wearing an overcoat of a tomato sauce that I invented as well. Then I made up some pie dough that I will use for apple and blueberry pies in the morning. While I was baking today I listed to Robyn Hitchcock, Stephen Malkmus, and Stan Rogers. I very much like Stan Rogers. The voice of an angel! And the tragedy!
This farm used to have a llama that "died of loneliness." I love that. Our friend projectionist at the Grand somehow called and got Drawing Restraint 9. So it's playing at like certain big cities and then in Ellsworth, Maine. Ellsworth's newspaper carried a story on what a lady ate at Jasper's restaurant on her 93rd birthday. So when I just typed "lady" it made me want to watch episodes of Little Britain, which I have been wanting since I got here. I have dragged unwilling goats up driveways to get beautified and been thinking about Little Britain. Some skits are just purely awful, but some I secretly love.
I have found out that I also love cob building. I'm sure you notice that I am saying "love" a great deal. It is not that I have turned into a hippie; more that I am too tired for thinking about words. Anyhow. Cob building. Check it out. I mean, these people are robots, but look at the houses. http://ad33today.com/catalog/cob_photos.php
When I get home I'm going to make a cob bake oven. Word is there are people who live near me who have made a house with a thatch roof. I will want to know these people.
Yesterday I watched a show on vh1 about celebrity babies and learned the word "celebutante." I have also read an article in the national enquirer or something equal to it about how suri is not actually tom and katie's baby. It took them so long to reveal suri to the eyes of the world because they had to find a specimin that resembled both of them. It claimed that in ten years' time they will have to explain why suri has lucy liu's eyes. Delightful!
News Flash!
I have decided I want to go to farrier school. I really like hooves. And blacksmithing. Although I have not yet to date "blacksmithed" anything, I sure it is charming.
Michelle is sitting in the corner playing the severely out of tune "Music Maker." Everything played on it sounds creepy. It allows me to imagine that I am penning this missive in history with harpsichord music wafting though corridors in my darkened chambers.
Misplaced commas aside, here is a picture of me driving the lawnmower that is called a Tractor down to the blueberry barrens while wearing a large hat
As the more observant of you probably have noticed, there is in fact, no picture above. At least none that I can see. If require some visual aid, please refer to: http://www.flickr.com/photos/madelynswan/228433509/
This farm used to have a llama that "died of loneliness." I love that. Our friend projectionist at the Grand somehow called and got Drawing Restraint 9. So it's playing at like certain big cities and then in Ellsworth, Maine. Ellsworth's newspaper carried a story on what a lady ate at Jasper's restaurant on her 93rd birthday. So when I just typed "lady" it made me want to watch episodes of Little Britain, which I have been wanting since I got here. I have dragged unwilling goats up driveways to get beautified and been thinking about Little Britain. Some skits are just purely awful, but some I secretly love.
I have found out that I also love cob building. I'm sure you notice that I am saying "love" a great deal. It is not that I have turned into a hippie; more that I am too tired for thinking about words. Anyhow. Cob building. Check it out. I mean, these people are robots, but look at the houses. http://ad33today.com/catalog/cob_photos.php
When I get home I'm going to make a cob bake oven. Word is there are people who live near me who have made a house with a thatch roof. I will want to know these people.
Yesterday I watched a show on vh1 about celebrity babies and learned the word "celebutante." I have also read an article in the national enquirer or something equal to it about how suri is not actually tom and katie's baby. It took them so long to reveal suri to the eyes of the world because they had to find a specimin that resembled both of them. It claimed that in ten years' time they will have to explain why suri has lucy liu's eyes. Delightful!
News Flash!
I have decided I want to go to farrier school. I really like hooves. And blacksmithing. Although I have not yet to date "blacksmithed" anything, I sure it is charming.
Michelle is sitting in the corner playing the severely out of tune "Music Maker." Everything played on it sounds creepy. It allows me to imagine that I am penning this missive in history with harpsichord music wafting though corridors in my darkened chambers.
Misplaced commas aside, here is a picture of me driving the lawnmower that is called a Tractor down to the blueberry barrens while wearing a large hat
As the more observant of you probably have noticed, there is in fact, no picture above. At least none that I can see. If require some visual aid, please refer to: http://www.flickr.com/photos/madelynswan/228433509/