Oh, but it is

Girl. Twenty-something. So West Coast.

Five Things. 

One. Today marks the first day since last Wednesday (yep, nine days ago) that I haven’t felt utterly awful. I spent two days at home last week, and every day this week at work, sniffling & generally feeling sorry for myself. I took this on my first sick day, which was spent on the couch with Clementine. Here’s to a weekend full of rest, kicking it on the couch some more, and soup for immunity. 

Two. I pulled some broccoli from the garden recently for a pasta dish, which Patrick chopped up into teensy pieces for me before I scraped it into the frying pan. This little snail was hanging on to the last bits of broccoli on the cutting board & I managed to save him from a steamy fate. While I have enjoyed my fair share of escargot before, I’m glad I caught him in time. Lucky little bugger, too—escaping the knife and the pan in one night. I put him outside on some leaves in the rain before finishing off the pasta. 

Three. I’m sure you haven’t seen enough pictures of leaves yet this fall. 

Four. See number three. 

Five. The ivy and the chicks & hens, creeping towards each other across the stairs leading to our house. Every year, I forget the vibrancy of fall. 

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It’s still happening. It’s happening again. It’s still happening. 

It’s still happening. It’s happening again. It’s still happening. 

(Source: curvesincolor, via thisiswhiteprivilege)

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pacificlutheranuniversity:

My Language, My Choice
Pacific Lutheran University

Words can hurt.
Understand your impact.
Take responsibility.

This campaign. I love it. Read more about the program here

(via thisiswhiteprivilege)

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Small Plates

For the magazine’s fall Food issue, we treated six second graders from P.S. 295 in Brooklyn to dinner at Daniel, where the seven-course tasting menu goes for $220 a person.

Hilarious.

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The teaser trailer for Disney/Pixar’s 2015 film Inside Out was released last week, and I think it’s got some potential: a handful of characters representing a young girl’s emotions—Anger, Joy, Sadness, Disgust, and Fear—are personified as little funny colored beings living inside her head. The film catches the main character, Riley, 11, as she is transitioning from being a happy child to an emotional basketcase of a pre-teen who is forced to move away from everything she loves when her dad gets a new job. 

I’m interested in the apparent attempt to acknowledge and honor emotions in this movie that aren’t normally encouraged in young girls and women, and while it would be nice to see a kids movie showing a little boy having emotions, maybe this is a step in the right direction?

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I made this sweater with Aran wool brought back for me from Ireland one year ago this week by my friend Jess. I started it weeks and weeks and months and months ago, but my knitting takes a backseat to canning and other summertime adventures when the sun is out, and nobody wants to think about cable knits when it’s 80 degrees. 
But the changing calendar—if not the weather, as somehow Seattle’s managed to extend 70 degree days into October this year—had me sewing up seams and choosing buttons at Joann’s this weekend, and after so long it’s ready to keep a new baby snug. 
I started this sweater—only the second I’ve made, actually—without a baby in mind to gift it to, but I found out this month that an old friend from my France days has a baby girl due this January. Just in time for a cozy Christmas gift from across the pond. 
(pssst…don’t forget to think of Down Cellar when you’re thinking of knits for gifts this holiday season!)

I made this sweater with Aran wool brought back for me from Ireland one year ago this week by my friend Jess. I started it weeks and weeks and months and months ago, but my knitting takes a backseat to canning and other summertime adventures when the sun is out, and nobody wants to think about cable knits when it’s 80 degrees. 

But the changing calendar—if not the weather, as somehow Seattle’s managed to extend 70 degree days into October this year—had me sewing up seams and choosing buttons at Joann’s this weekend, and after so long it’s ready to keep a new baby snug. 

I started this sweater—only the second I’ve made, actually—without a baby in mind to gift it to, but I found out this month that an old friend from my France days has a baby girl due this January. Just in time for a cozy Christmas gift from across the pond. 

(pssst…don’t forget to think of Down Cellar when you’re thinking of knits for gifts this holiday season!)

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Pancake flap: Aunt Jemima heirs seek dough

Quaker Oats’ website says it stands for “warmth, nourishment and trust — qualities you’ll find in loving moms from diverse backgrounds who care for and want the very best for their families.”

But the Jim Crow Museum at Ferris State University in Michigan includes her image in a traveling “Hateful Things” exhibit alongside Uncle Ben’s Rice and other period advertisements, toys and cartoons, mainly from the Civil War through segregation.

Despite my undying love for word play, I’m a little dismayed that something so serious is being treated so flippantly—and please don’t take that as a pancake pun. The fact that this brand still exists in 2014 is testimony to the fact that America is just plain unwilling to confront its racist past. 

Incidentally, as a 3 year old in Las Vegas, Nevada, I threw a glass bottle of Aunt Jemima syrup across my bedroom because she wouldn’t talk to me, like the bottle did in the commercials. If you’re going to promise a talking syrup bottle, for God’s sake, deliver a talking syrup bottle. Please. 

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Five Things. 

One. Scenes from our autumnal front porch, or fall in pairs. We grew those two pumpkins! I’m having trouble deciding what kind of pumpkin treat to make with them—pumpkin curry or pie or soup or waffles or muffins or sticky buns or ravioli? How will I ever decide? 

Two. A recent Sunday night, in bed with Clementine before the sun even set. Long weeks have made for long weekends—and not in the good way. I’m hoping this one will be less hectic. 

Three. Reading, lately: two Mov(e)able Feasts. I finished Hemingway’s this week (loved it), and am close to the end of Kiple’s—a short overview of 10,000 years of food globalization, from the first agricultural endeavors of our hunter-gatherer ancestors to McDonalds on every corner. Fascinating stuff. 

Four. A Seattle scene, while walking. The development in this city is out. of. hand. Don’t these people realize all bubbles burst? Then we’ll just have seventy cranes perched over seventy incomplete skyscrapers again, like we did when the last bubble burst. Sigh. 

Five. By the entryway, a Buddha I made in ninth grade ceramics class. I cried when his neck came out as long as it did and there was nothing I could do about it, but I kind of like the length nowadays. 

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For Your Friday Giggles.

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helloyouhellome:

fernwah:

cemeterydreamscapes:

Watch the trailer for M.I.A.’s controversial unreleased documentary before it’s pulled from the internet again. Reblog the shit out of this.

Oh, boy. This woman is a musical revolutionary genius. Take that however you will. 

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