Grow Your Own

I posted these photos to instagram with the hash tag, "#GrowYourOwn #OysterMushrooms".

When I visited the #GrowYourOwn page, I was really disappointed to see that a majority of the posts were pot plants. Don't get me wrong, growing your own weed is definitely a sensible choice. As a matter of fact, for the same reasons it makes sense to grow your own vegetables and fruit. (Cheaper, you know where it comes from, etc.) But what does that say about the world we live in, where it's more popular to grow your own cannabis, but not your own tomatoes.

I want people to be just as pumped about growing food as they are about growing "drugs".

A'Merkin Show

This will be my third show modeling for Stein. It's really important to support the people you believe in, which is why even though I never thought I'd model a public wig, I couldn't say no to the opportunity. That and I have absolutely no shame.

Rehearsals were yesterday. I only recognized two of the ladies from previous shows. I assume there are a few others from the afternoon rehearsal, but mostly this is a new crop of models. They had a lot of questions and there was a general buzz of excitement in the air. It was a nice calm feeling to be able to sit back without questions or concerns. A few of the ladies were a bit nervous about their walk. I was happy to be able to give tips and encouragement. 

I'm pumped because Stein made a moss merkin just for me because of my love for terrariums and all things mossy.

I think this is going to shape up to be quite the extravaganza. It's an honor for me to watch Stein grow as a designer and to be included in her vision. I never thought when I met her years ago though my ex-boyfriend's roommate's brother that I was being introduced to a woman I would come to respect so very much. Mother, stylist, designer, mover and shaker, and all around fierce lady. 

It must be a full moon

The people I know are mad.
Mad mad lunatics. Running around, unsure of where they are running to with their swords held high in the air screaming. They are hurting, so they hurt.

They want to forget so they cut things out. Those swords held in dominant hands.
They cut you out with their dominant hand.

I wanted to watch from the safety of my castle. But we all know how hard it is to stay seated when there's bloodshed. Drawn to the smell of wet iron.

Why didn't I just stay in the castle? Oh yes, my common halls had a restless giant staying there. The giant refused to sleep. The giant and his crone disrupted the peace within my walls so I slipped away to investigate the war being waged all around me.

It was boring. Watching them lie and stab each other. One even dared look my direction and point a sword at me. I just got on my high horse and rode back home. I haven't the time for the pointless sword fights of peons.

It Took Less Than Ten Minutes For Me To Become A Pretentious Asshat

I was eating underground
Root vegetables
Organic produce abound
Producing nothing of substance
Sustenance

The irony is not organic and
It's lost on me
That culture
It's not where I want to be

They gave me a map
It told me where to find all the locally sourced narcissism
Places producing sustainable self concern under a guise of anti consumerism

The irony is not organic and
It's lost on me

I was drinking underground
Bought me some friends for the price of an Ethiopian slow drip
Was trying to filter out the bitter,
But realized it would be tossed like litter
Out the window by these tragically hip

Are they the "bitter"?
Am I the bidder?
Biding my time placing bets on the better
I'll lose on these folks
Eat the cost of the loss

After my fill of wining and dining
I'd decided not to buy it
Root vegetables
It matters who supplies it

Act Like A Lady

It's hard to be a woman.

I know, I know. I live in a time and place where women have more freedom than ever. I should consider myself lucky. But am I?

Am I lucky when the landlord for my office building looks me up and down while he speaks to me? Should I feel fortunate when in the twenty or so paces it takes for me to walk to the party store for a bag of chips that the guy on the sidewalk tells me how good I look "If I may say so?" Funny, he didn't ask till after he said it and then pried further for my phone number. Am I to rejoice every morning that I argue with myself about whether or not to put on makeup, for fear that one of my clients may find me attractive if I do apply some eyeliner?

Is it fair to others that I have been so jaded by my daily interactions with men that I now find it difficult to even have a casual exchange at a friend's birthday get together? I often intentionally avoid introducing myself first or bringing up topics of discussion in social situations because I have been taught to expect that any politeness on my end will be mistaken for interest. 

Fuck it. I got distracted by snacks. I can't be serious when there's mujadara involved.

EDIT:

I just stumbled across this video and found it to be slightly related.

On...

On Meeting:

A handshake is a sign of the lines a man has walked through his life

and if I define a man by his mind I should see it in his kind

eyes, are the window to the soul and if you let it roll past eight seconds

you might find the goal isn't really to know.

On Marriage:

To a degree the placement of filigree is something that I disagree is necessary,

but when you grow up with Disney Princesses it's hard to miss the diss of not committing 

the social atrophy of

marriages leading to carriages in a world lost without empathy

On Affairs of the Heart:

I want my love to start like a Beatles song

the uncomplicated tune that rolls along

It starts because you held hands

not because we rolled through blankets

put up without patience

to explore vaguely familiar lands

of vulnerable nakedness 

Can a man know my heart and mind?

I leave it behind all the time

Both of them at the starting line

I pick them up, dust them off and jam em back in

typically ready to begin again

Not this time with my heart and mind

They are doing just fine

beating rapidly, but I can't lie

how susceptible I am for things to go awry 

All it really takes is that kind eye

It's there, I saw it in his stare, intense behind chartreuse fogged eyes

I know, it's not going to go, because it's easy to let your feelings show

when you've already made the right ties

Because you know

when two are in the flow, there's no need for a starting blow

to signal the beginning of what you've already shown 

Conversation is the window

Yes!

It's a much sexier way to undress, using words instead of burlesque

No Money

From edgarmcherly. Great comics. All of them.

Here is a song on the same theme.