Saturday, April 4, 2009

We're not exactly the Jacksons

And just like that, my dreams of having a family band are shattered.

What do you think?  Can I at least hope for high school marching band?

A thing I like
I'm reading a book called Farm City: The Education of an Urban Farmer by Novella Carpenter. It's not officially out until mid-June but you can read her blog here.  She has a full-on farm going in a vacant lot in the ghetto of Oakland, CA.  She's majorly hardcore, but sort of my hardy and hale DYI model.  I mean, I just want a couple laying hens and some cucumbers and she kills her own bunnies for meat.  Still, very interesting stuff.  Sort of Mad Max meets Wendell Berry.  


HBW said...

i don't think you should give up on them yet. i see maggie more as a trumpet kind of girl, and ollie...dude, he's not a front man, but that soulful guy thumping on the bass. i can't believe they're already in real beds. they're room looks cute.

get the chickens. GET the CHICKENS. oh, i mean hens. (what's the difference again?)

HBW said...

shiiiiiiit, i hate that you can't go back and fix grammar mistkes on these things. THEIR room looks cute. it's early here. i'm still kinda groggy.

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