Saturday, April 18, 2009

Help us name our chickens and win a prize

Oh yes we did.  Four little five-day-old black fuzzballs. And now our whole household is just plum chicken crazy.

 As you can see, we're having a little trouble naming them (I feel that the Mister, smart as he is, is particularly handicapped). So far we have one Barred Rock named Tilly, who is proving to be something of a bully, and a Cuckoo Maran named Lucille, after Ms. Ball. 
But otherwise, we're at a loss.  I'm liking Kung Pow and Cashew, for the two remaining chicks, but I'm not sure. 
Send me some suggestions.  If we chose your names, I'll send you an advanced copy of Novella Carpenter's not-yet-released book, Farm City.  Ms. Carpenter is sort of the inspiration behind our new urban farmyard, though, so consider yourself warned. 

A thing I like

My coworker Elizabeth Jardina's blog about the chickens at Sunset. She's a fact checker extraordinaire and my go-to gal for all sorts of chicken-related information.  Also, she warned me against this and I didn't listen. 

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Leonard Cohen would never Twitter

I have told my writing students many times that beginning a piece of writing with the words, "I don't know what to say," is, to say the least, lame and lazy.  But, um, I don't know what to say about Leonard Cohen.  I don't like to read about music and I've already documented my own history with music bullies, so let me just borrow some wise words from the Mister and say, Leonard Cohen means that shit. I got to see him in concert last night and he was just so commanding and funny and human and spry and vulnerable and dapper and humble.  And the lyrics.  Oh, the lyrics. 
What I kept thinking as he would fall to his knees in his natty gray suit and sing to the floor (nay, plead to the floor) was, this is exactly why I hate Twitter.  On the spectrum of human expression, Leonard Cohen and Twitter fall on opposite ends.  And I chose Leonard.
Click here and watch and you might choose him too.
And by all means, feel free to try to convince me that Twitter is great.  It's not going to work, but I am interested in the argument. 

A thing I like

This cartoon found on, yes, Twitter, (click to se a bigger image) 
and sent to me by my dear friend H

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

The pull of the open road

Yesterday I'm cruising along Sunset Blvd. (the cold one in San Francisco, not the hot one in LA) in the minivan, blasting some Matt-the-Electrician when I have the most visceral and magnetic road trip urge.  I actually hallucinate the wind in my hair and some red lipstick. The Sienna morphs into some classic convertible. It's all I can do not to swing that baby on t0 280 and keep heading south.
Its been a long time since I've been on a road trip but it remains one of my go-to fantasies.  I don't even know where I'd go: The Grand Canyon ala Thelma & Louise?  Maybe just Santa Barbara or some little inland town I've always wanted to go to.  What about you?  Where would you go given a convertible and five free days?  And who would you take with you?  Me? I think I'd go alone.

A Thing I like

It was going to come to shoes sooner or later.  And here they are: what may be the perfect marriage of comfortable mom-shoe and groovy I-could-totally-be-European style.  Yes, please.

Monday, April 13, 2009

My 3'x5' bed of smugness

Become a totally groovy, self-sufficient person of substance and good values?  Check.
Once I get a bee in my bonnet (thanks, Novella Carpenter), I get things done.  Plus, I made a list I have to keep up with (number 30, done). So, this weekend the family and I built a raised bed and planted our own little urban veggie garden and became one step closer to the Obamas
Just to up our cool, urban, eco-warrior status (minivan be damned!) we started by dumpster diving for scrap wood.  Once we had our recycled redwood in hand, we followed these plans from Sunset and, voila, a mere 6 hours later we had our adorable little veggie garden complete with spinach, chard, lettuce, broccoli, zucchini, yellow squash, pickling cucumbers and tomatoes.  I'll keep you updated on their progress.

Our shameful patchy lawn soon to be veggie bed

A box, he can build

Oliver helps plant some zucchini (not that he'll eat it)

Here she is, in all her tiny glory

And please, consider this an invitation. If the economic sh*t really hits the fan, you can come over to our house for a nice bowl of veggie soup and a baby lettuce salad. 
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