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I flew back to Michigan yesterday. I just couldn't hang in NYC any longer, and I had a bad feeling I got passed over on that potential compliance job. And while staying with H, G and son in their lovely home in Jersey City was very nice and grounding, I missed my cat, the garden, 50 acres of nature, and certainly L (despite the ongoing emotional ( Read more... )

I'm under cover as a Brooklyn hipster today, it seems. I just walked from Carroll Gardens to Gorilla Coffee on 5th Ave. with a found piece of art AND a mac notebook under my arm. Hip. Ster. And now I'm writing about it in said coffee shop? wtf. All I need is a fixed-gear bike and a pair of beat up Converse All-Stars in order to become fully ( Read more... )

Ever notice how the end of every month has some doubt and drama when it comes to my posts? Me too. And while I sincerely hope that my Lady Time has little to anything to do with it, I also can't help but notice it's the same time I stick up for myself ( Read more... )

When you live on 50 acres of land, you get to know it pretty well. Over the last two or three weeks I've watched the bare trees develop buds, and those buds turn into flowers, then tiny leaves. The wildlife is plentiful too--Canada geese, Sandhill Cranes and mallards have taken up residence around the farm's pond. Charismatic bluejays, cardinals ( Read more... )

Yesterday I painted the LAST available walls to paint. (I say available because one room requires attention but is inaccessible at the moment--storing art there.) Now, in terms of painting, I just need to hit the trim on the windows over the next few days. Lots of windows... Meanwhile, the kitchen is about a week from completion. Hell yes. L ( Read more... )

So I finally got the real deal on The Produce Station job. Let's do in an organized manner, shall we ( Read more... )

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The good news? I got the job at The Produce Station! Sweet jezus, someone took a chance on me and is going to pay me to work with plants and tell people how to not kill them. The bad news? The hourly rate of pay is terrible. I'm not exaggerating because I used to be a corporate drone; I know the poverty level in Ann Arbor, and this gig is ( Read more... )

Oh Birmingham, you do me so right every time. It helps to have fantastic, lovely, art-connected friends like Celeste. Her porch is my happy place (where we got all happy on it for about 6 hours during one of her Epic Brunches). Last night we danced--a little improve thing at Rojo, DJed by Celeste's fella's son (awesome, btw). Between all of ( Read more... )