Friday, February 26, 2010

shelley says solid gold

Incredibly warm Swimsuit writeup heeah!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Sunday, February 21, 2010

she's big now

the detroit zen center

I'd been meaning to visit the Detroit Zen Center for the last 6 months or so, and yesterday I finally made it out there. It is my new favorite spot!! It's a cafe and coop located in the basement of a Hamtramck Buddhist monastery that serves all vegan and mostly raw food. They make everything from scratch and try to utilize the most low-impact, local, fairly-traded, direct buyer methods they can that which supports health, the community, and zen wisdom. They also sell some of their snacks retail around metro Detroit and provide a buying service for products that are not available anywhere else in the city proper. The dining experience is inviting, the staff amazingly friendly and knowledgeable, and they have a heated floor area with zabutons to sit on and wooden benches to dine on. There were some bananas and avocados ripening right next to us on the warmed tatami. The lights were low, and the kitchen is in full view of the dining area.
I think we're going to start carrying some of their products at the Ypsi Food Coop.

flax seed cracker and pumpkin seed starter, a sprouted and fermented wheatberry juice for me and a heavenly mix of banana, coconut, soymilk, agave (and more ingredients I can't remember) called a 'mylkshake' for fred, raw kale salad and spring salad, yam and cauliflower cumin soup, and cucumber yellow squash raw pasta primavera with raw breadsticks for the finale.


Swimsuit's first show Ann Arbor 2/17/10

listen to it here!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

oh me toooooooooo!!! whaddya know

this is cute and fun, i miss fun. i don't listen to much music like this right now but i should. i like it.


learning new songs and feeling pretty good today... looking forward to tomorrow and wednesday though!! i'm playing with dina, shelley, and fred in the fun band, swimsuit. yay!
fred made the flier

:: near my house this winter

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Dreams 2/11/10

An hour into work and stocking lettuce I remember what I dreamt about, no real details just a hazy recollection of some guy that I'm friends with, filling me in on his involvement with a drug trade of a new anti-depression pill that targets sensory memory and interfaces those memories that deal with the first experiences of snow, having a crush, tasting lucky charms, huevos rancheros or whatever.. it makes it so after the drug is taken, the taker can re-experience the extreme highs of first encounters. I watched someone on their trip, delighting in making snows ball bites, stoned on the life-like.

taller windows

Huron Lake by Oscoda 2009

Thursday, February 11, 2010

a dog jumping through an electric fence

Right now I'm between sickness and wellness, blended between both, hangin sort of easy. I feel pretty high; I'm often light-headed and happy right before the symptoms arrive full force.
I wonder what it would be like to bypass the process of declining and rising out of sickness- and instead just feel the entire bruised experience in an instant. Like what a dog jumping through an electric fence must feel.. a sudden and sobering pain, followed by a sense of freedom, control, mastery, euphoria.. exaltation. The dog must feel it all. A girl in my psych of women's class a few semesters back would brag about taking a perscription drug in order to stall her period to once-annual-only.. I imagined her in the bathroom, with a years worth of period blood to get through, reassuring herself through tears that she was in control. Let it be not this kind of trade-off!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I'm never gonna get higher

A Million 1, 2, 3 by Dream Express

Two songs I heard yesterday from a compilation, the 1977 hits of Holland called, Alle 14 Favoriet. 

Miracles by Oppo and Anita Garbo
I only found the file below which is just a sampler of two different versions. The second version is the one I first heard and I think it is sooooooooooooooo strange and cool. It sounds Sparks-ish if you can't hear it.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Saturday, February 6, 2010

this is something i kept from an anne carson book

Something now leaves me; something goes from me to meet that figure who is coming, and assures me that I know him before I see who it is. How curiously one is changed by the addition, even at a distance, of a friend. How useful an office one's friends perform when they recall us. Yet how painful to be recalled, to be mitigated, to have one's self adulterated, mixed up, become part of another. As he approaches I become not myself but Neville mixed with somebody-with whom?-with Bernard? yes, it is Bernard, and it is Bernard that I shall put the question, Who am I?
Virginia Woolf The Waves

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