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it's a tough old world out there

snake and toad
 
 
 
 
 
 
boots or socks

in cornville, az with boots [or socks?  why can't i remember his name?]
i miss living with cats so much my heart hurts
i miss this place, i miss transience, and being everywhere else
my downfall is not being able to appreciate my here & now

farm lyfe
 
 
 
 
 
 
dear world,

heather here and i'd like to introduce you to the MESQUITE TREE.

a real good look at mesquite

the immaculate garden the miraculous mesquite

it's a rather unassuming, scrubbly sort of vegetation - but! - if you were to wait till the end of season and grind the product of its pods, you would end up with a sweet tasting flour that is 70% protein and which complements buckwheat tremendously. sadly, our cold, damp quebecoisclimate does not favour this particular plant, but keep your eyes peeled for it. i have a feeling its desert abundance will soon be made known throughout the foodie world.

it fueled our bodies, our tired spirits. driving through northern arizona [ALL OF IT] was expansive, staggering. beautiful, deprived. we saw it all - the grandiose mansions and gated communities, the exhausted poverty of the unfortunate reservation system. processing these injuries was overwhelming - by the time we reached sedona we just wanted to stop. moving. to be still, to plunge our tired bodies and souls into the earth. which is exactly what we did.

az3

shaken, we were whisked away from the vortical power of sedona to cornville by a benevolent farmer. we only spent a day and an evening weeding, but it felt like so much MORE. only recently having revived from our winter comas, the southern sun in april was at the same power as our same sun, in june. being a textbook virgo, there is nothing like digging in the dirt to soothe any and all heartache.

little did we know that paradise lived in the desert. taking a tip from our host, we head out to fossil creek. the closed road did not deter us from achieving the bliss that is

a fossil creek dive

we had gone swimming throughout our trip - it was the golden rule. it didn't really matter if the colorado river was hypothermia-inducing cold - we went swimming anyway because HEY! we were there, we had our respective suits, and the air was hot as blazes. but here, in fossil creek, there were no heart attack yelps. everywhere was a swimming hole. the creek is lined with ancient coral - the kind that houses hundreds of lizards. finally finding what we both were looking for, it was hard to leave.

painted desert

there is nothing more beautiful, more terrifying than the desert. i was immediately at home in its expansive landscape, its consistent middle-of-nowhere frequency. the forest can be quite claustrophobic, but i won't hold it against it. it too, was once the bottom of an ocean, maybe even the bottom of the same ocean.
 
 
 
 
 
 
i'm moving to america / its an empty threat

painted desert
 
 
 
 
 
 
is there anyone i know here from the american southwest? 
lorenshen and i have booked our trip and open to ideas.  we'll be camping and roadtripping for 10 days!  arizona UTAH nevada.
i love the desert but if anyone has any tips or must-see locales i'd love to hear them!  i want to see everything from monument valley to organ pipe cactus park.  wide sweeping landscapes, crazy wildlife, cheap food, target, the american experience.
 
 
 
 
 
 
has anyone read or is anyone currently reading IJ?  besides reqbat and myself, that is.
if so, would you be willing to extremely informally discuss it with me or entertain some questions i have?  i'm on p408 and i'm starting to get a bit...jittery?  i've added it to my up-until-recently-empty goodreads account, and while i agree with what many reviewers are saying, i'm very reluctant to bring up any details in these pseudo-anonymous groups.
i have a particularly piqued interest with the concept of 'found drama' and somehow relate it to other pop culture references [as opposed to remaining strictly literary, which again makes me reluctant to post to goodreads]
in any case - if anyone feels compelled to read it in the future, i would be more than happy to discuss it then MARK MY WORDS.  call me future IJ guide, or whatnot.
 
 
 
 
 
 
amaryllis

for the past several years [i don't know how many, i wasn't here] lorenshen's amaryllis has bloomed normally every february. this here golden year, she has 4 BLOOMS !! i'm not an expert on flowers but she seems pretty special to do something like that <3


sprouts

sprouted buckwheat, arugula, beets, and cilantro. a true winter life-saver!!
 
 
 
 
 
 


inspired by a conversation i just had with retema, i felt compelled to share a short playlist of songs i enjoy playing while showering/bathing.  slightly inappropriate?  you bet!

labyrinthian pomp [crisp endorsement] // of montreal



or the party's crashing us



solely for the lyric 'we make love like a pair of black wizards'

a hanging // swans
because no playlist is complete without michael gira being barbaric as all hell



building a mystery // sarah mclachlan
mostly because this is the one song besides xiu xiu's 'fabulous muscles' that i know in it's absolute entirety



 
 
 
 
 
 


tuesday is mob wives day. 
i don't care what anyone says.
nothing else need be accomplished on tuesdays.
seriously.
 
 
 
 
 
 
gear

i really get a kick out of my new favourite job as ski patrol aka ski police.  all i have to do is ski around our epic network of trails and sell tickets to whoever doesn't have one.  since our uniform is all black and grey, i needed i little something extra to make my status a little more obvious.  the yarn makes my poles quite a bit heavier so i get quite the tricep / trap workout. 
all i need now are the ineffable Cop Shades. 
pumpkin seed trail mix and mint tea are the new coffee and donuts.