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For the same reason, I adore riboflavin. Several years ago I ate 2lbs of beets with the goal of dyeing toilet bowls with my shit. Purple piss, purple shit, for days. Today, it isn't about color. At the hot bar I frequent, they had a heaping pile of roasted asparagus, fresh from the oven. My body is about 1% asparagus at the moment. I'll keep you updated. |
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it should have hit by now. my pee is a nice, greenish color. i am disappointed by these results. "...what fascinated me would be the asparagus, tinged with ultramarine and rosy pink which ran from their heads, finely stippled in mauve and azure, through a series of imperceptible changes to their white feet, still stained a little by the soil of their garden-bed: a rainbow-loveliness that was not of this world. I felt that these celestial hues indicated the presence of exquisite creatures who had been pleased to assume vegetable form, who, through the disguise which covered their firm and edible flesh, allowed me to discern in this radiance of earliest dawn, these hinted rainbows, these blue evening shades, that precious quality which I should recognise again when, all night long after a dinner at which I had partaken of them, they played (lyrical and coarse in their jesting as the fairies in Shakespeare's _Dream_) at transforming my humble chamber into a bower of aromatic perfume." -marcel proust |
... "...les asperges, trempées d’outremer et de rose et dont l’épi, finement pignoché de mauve et d’azur, se dégrade insensiblement jusqu’au pied,—encore souillé pourtant du sol de leur plant,—par des irisations qui ne sont pas de la terre. Il me semblait que ces nuances célestes trahissaient les délicieuses créatures qui s’étaient amusées à se métamorphoser en légumes et qui, à travers le déguisement de leur chair comestible et ferme, laissaient apercevoir en ces couleurs naissantes d’aurore, en ces ébauches d’arc-en-ciel, en cette extinction de soirs bleus, cette essence précieuse que je reconnaissais encore quand, toute la nuit qui suivait un dîner où j’en avais mangé, elles jouaient, dans leurs farces poétiques et rossières comme une féerie de Shakespeare, à changer mon pot de chambre en un vase de parfum." |
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Ya, dat sounds good right now. |
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in our household we don't even use the word asparagus, we just call it "stinky pee". as in, we're having salmon and stinky pee for dinner tonight. formerly, we called it asper gas. |
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he said: "do you feel all right?" i said "yeah." "all right," he said. "i think you have an infection. let me send it to the lab and we'll get you some antibiotics." a couple of days later i called his office to see what was going on. i got a nurse who told me i "didn't have any growth" and didn't need antibiotics. i didn't ask. today i made horseslaw for lunch. i have a jar of onion dill horseradish, so i chopped up some cabbage and carrots and tossed it all together with the horse radish dip. i let it sit for an hour and then ate for lunch it with a meatloaf sandwich (also with horseradish dip on it). i misjudged the strength of the horseradish. by the end of my meal, my eyes were watering and my nose was running. i can't tell how it effected my pee. |
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i just ate about 3 cups of cooked lima beans. only because i was really hungry and that's all i had within reach. but now i'm wondering if in doing so i have inadvertently begun some kind of biological or physiological experiment. |
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experiment results are just now coming in. droop - i'll check with some folks in lago vista. how much rehab does he need? and i've been meaning to ask you, why do i never get invited down to the family land in oak hill? |
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The plan is to build a fence to keep the dogs out and then three vegetable beds. This is in the flat of the yard; going north the yard starts climbing a hill in a series of three-foot high terraces. The asparagus is planted in the first terrace above the planned garden. I had to remove a pair of rosemary bushes to make space for the row. Yesterday, when I was watering the newly planted plot, I decided to give Kingston a blast from the hose. Kingston is a five month old half-black lab, half-newfoundland puppy. He got a good soaking and then went and rolled in the pile of cut rosemary branches. He's a mild digger, and one of his "hang out" spots is along the retaining wall under the asparagus bed. I definitely need to get that fence in before I put the rest of the beds in. And I have have to get the rest of the flooring installed in the house before I work on the yard. We might miss the spring planting season this year. |
sarah - it's just never occured to me to ask. tell you what: if you can find somebody to take rawley the dog, we can all meet at rockmoor. the dog isn't dangerous, just rambunctious. it's my sister and brother-in-law's dog. i think they had him in a public park one day and he did something - jumped on somebody or something - in sight of a cop and got written up. so he has a criminal record in texas. my sister will be having her baby - who will be named sara - in april and she wants to get rid of the dog. rawley:"born to hunt" |
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i have an affinity for herding dogs. chloe herds. gathers, rounds, nips and yips. come together says the herd dog. |
Not even a collar on the dog. Know how I know they're rednecks? They own as many dump trucks as normal vehicles. Plus they don't tie up their dogs. The chocolate lab that came out to see us was a sweetie, but kept his tail firmly between his legs. Wouldn't be surprised if that dog gets beaten. Indiana - not even really that nice a place to visit, and I definitely don't want to live here. |
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Indiana Wants me, Lord I can't go back there.... |
Indiana Wants me, Lord I can't go back there.... |
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Good to be back in Ohio. |
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senor and charlotte and i were sitting up at the bar at Trudy's (a resturant near our house). watching basketball and drinking margs. so this m must have been about 2 weeks ago. one of the waitresses went behind the bar, and was telling the bartender that there were two women in her section of the restaurant who had met up for dinner and it appeared they hadn't seen each other in a while and were catching up. turns out, freakishly enough, during the course of dinner and getting caught up on each other's lives, they discover they are both dating the same guy. so one of the women calls the guy up and says, hey, i'm at Trudy's having dinner, why don't you meet me? we stuck around as long as we could to see the fallout, but the game ended, we got tired, and went home. i wish i could have seen the look on that guy's face... |
Surely, sarah, you would not any harm to come to such an unsuspecting man at Trudy's? |
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not necessarily. it was just the reality TV addict in me rearing its ugly head. |
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we're trying to get to st. louis. also trying to adjust financially to life with baby. |
It's Cleo's birthday on Thursday. |
Yesterday I first saw them, spindly little stalks. This morning, I went through my morning chores. Fed the dogs, watered the garden, etc. Then, late morning, I observed that little 50lb demon 6 month old black lab digging in my garden. Puto negrito. One stalk is MIA. One stalk has its tender little tip bitten off. The rest are ok. I need to build a fence. My dad has a back fence that is nicely weathered grape-stake and tilting fiercely. My plan is to help him rebuild the fence, and take the grape-stake for my own fence. But the timing is off. |
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I got Kingston the black lab towards the end of December. He's generally a good kid; I think the lure of asparagus was too much temptation. Kendy is a 5 year old cocker spaniel. She is a total idiot, but fiercely protective of her people and otherwise very sweet. She doesn't do the "pee when pet" kind of thing that a lot of cockers do. Kingston is enough for me, but a friend was freaking out and couldn't handle the responsibility of having a dog, and I offered to take Kendy in lieu of a trip to the pound. I'm kind of half-assed looking for a family for her, so, realistically I probably have two dogs now. Next season I'll have the fence up and I'll have beds built and will really go for it. |
The bases were maybe an inch in diameter, maybe 18 inches long. Huge. |
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or having hot bachelorette anal with foot-and-a-half long asparagus stalks? |
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Hot bachelorette anal. This was a party for a 23-y-o woman who needed to ask us how babies were made, and who was seen in town after her honeymoon looking traumatized. Poor girl. |
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one of my favorite authors wrote this article in the NY Times magazine 2 weeks ago, which, in the end, is about growing a garden. |
it has something to do with the fact that i think he is wrong about gardens. it would take years for most people to get the hang of growing things and at the moment many of them are too lazy or "busy." many people i know can't keep a single house plant alive not to mention understanding pests and planting times and water usage. i think it would take a *lot* of garden to make enough food to really impact what people buy. victory gardens happened in a time when many people in america had grown up on farms and still had a lot of knowledge and understanding and didn't fear the work and nature-yness involved in growing things. i guess i am angry because we are all so lazy and we chose a bad direction a long time ago and momentum is going to keep dragging us in that direction. gardens are awesome though, and i tend to plant a (sadass) one everywhere i go. (i wouldn't suggest eating what grows out of the ground on city property.) |
Gardens are awesome, though. Mine is a flower garden, seeing as how I don't really feel like eating dioxins, but it's still pretty sweet. |
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a week or so ago a friend left two morning glory plants (ones she'd just bought) with me while she went away for the week. i put them by my front windows. by the time she got back, one of them had twined it's way over my spare wheelchair tires and up into the slats of the window blinds. she said it looked so happy here that she just left it with me and took the other one. i had a really good experience years ago when i started growing an old sweet potato (which is a morning glory) in a jar. it was the most "alive" plant i'd ever tried to grow (not that i'd ever tried to grow that many). i began referring to it as the "heliotropic miracle". |
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my daughter's day care provider told me today, as i cried on her shoulder, that i should try to do a little activity every day, something for myself. like gardening, she said. |
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a watched pot never boils. last sunday i planted bibb lettuce, kale, swiss chard, green beans, and dill. by seed. every single day several times a day i'm out in the backyard just staring at the dirt where those seeds are supposed to sprout up. the anticipation is killing me. we're going to a local community garden (where i used to have a plot) plant sale this saturday to get tomatoes and other stuff i'm not growing from seed. |
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This year I've just got to figure out a way to shade my tomatos or they'll burn up by July. |
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sunflowers! awesome idea. the td would love that. also sunflower sprouts are delish. our summer growing season is over by mid to late june. no amount of shade or water is enough to counteract the sun and heat of july-september. |
also, the seeds i planted have sprouted just barely. the tiniest hint of green leaves barely visible between lumps of dirt. oh boy! at the plant sale i got all kinds of crazy heirloom tomatoes, eggplant, and sweet bell peppers. i'll plant them this weekend. |
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