Found these on a very rare foray into Wally World today. Scary what companies put in our food. Scarier what companies put in our food targeted at kids. Scariest that people eat it (or let their kids eat it).
I so rarely go into Walmart, it’s such a culture shock when I do. I escaped with my wallet — and soul — intact.
// iPhone 5.
Well, N.C. State Senator Dan Soucek is trying once again to eliminate the Boone area ETJ (extra-territorial jurisdiction), which among other things protects residents in areas adjacent to Boone-proper from wholesale development. His bill, S. 865 (a.k.a. Town of Boone/Extraterritorial Jurisdiction) quietly passed the NC senate last week, and is now in the House Committee on Government.
I finally found the courage last night to watch the “Deadliest Catch” episode where Captain Phil Harris dies. Yes, it’s been 3 years, yes, it’s a reality TV show and no, I never knew him, but maybe, just maybe, it was kind of an important moment in my life. An honest portrayal of a life leaving this mortal coil. A heartfelt connection to that inevitability many of us so deeply fear. A fresh reminder that life is worth experiencing, not just enduring. I wept with my whole body. I let the tears flow unchecked, and later, in restless slumber, I dreamed of the sea, and of hornets, and of grief and release. I awoke to a cold November rain glistening on the last autumn leaves, the cries of seagulls still echoing in my head. Stepping out into the crisp gray morning, I inhaled deeply and swear I could smell salt in the air.
Thank you, Phil.
Captain Phil Harris
of the Cornelia Marie
December 19, 1956 – February 9, 2010
The “painter of light (Bob Kincaid)’s” work has definitely held charm for some folks, but thanks to some creative genius, now they have charm for me.
I present to you… KincaidWars, courtesy of Artist Jeff Bennett:
That made my millennium.
See more at Adweek
Interesting article about the traits of being an introvert on HuffPo today. I find I straddle the line sometimes, though I am way more of an extrovert than anything else.
I would like to note for the record (and for my introverted friends & BFF who is always perplexed by my actions) that just because we extroverts WANT to be around people most of the time it doesn’t mean we aren’t confident enough to be alone.
It’s just way more fun to share.
6:30 p.m.: Snow on the ground, soup in the belly, blanket around the toesies. It’s hunker-down season, for real.
I wrote a really bad poem about lions and winter and such many years ago. Maybe I won’t post it now, let’s go with something lighter for the first post.
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Laughter farts at six a.m.
crisp and nose pinching
when my head is curled
by the covered cave
of your body.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a functioning website. Let’s see what we can make of this…
