Thursday, October 24, 2013

A place on the Internet to keep our recipes.

Zok and I have an endless loop conversation called 'What's for dinner?'
We have trouble remembering what we like or want.
So I have started a blog to keep our recipes in one place.
Also this way I can be more engaged when Zok is cooking, because sometimes I am not.  Please feel free to give feedback, because I am not well versed in writing instructions for others to use.
If you are interested look here:

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

"...One minute she was asleep, the next she was completely awake and dumped into despair."

I clicked through my entire 'reading list'- aka the other blogs from people I have met or known, only two of the seventeen are active.
They have migrated back to life, in real time, or migrated with the stream that adopts the newer avenues of a more instant, faster changing flow such as tumblr, and twitter.

I think my blog is now as I always thought of it, less a letter to my friends and more a journal of events.  One left in the spare room, unlocked.  My digital means of looking backwards.

I went to MONA with Zok and our house guest Liz.  The latest exhibit went up while I was away.  MONA is large, and on the interactive side.  Most of the space is underground, which I find makes the saturation of sensory input more intense.  I like going through with people the first time, so I know where to concentrate my energies the next time I am alone.

I really liked this exhibit, it worked in tandem with another permanent space I love- the sound tunnel, part of the dialog from this visual display was also in the tunnel.  We are seated under the hull of a ship, and the screens used for the projections indeed look like eye balls.
If you are interested here is the blurb from the exhibit. 

Type in '' to view my tours this one is called 'nowhere less now' from October

Also, one of the women I met from Derby has an exhibit.
I loved it.

This one is called 'rats nest' from the same tour 

Monday, October 14, 2013

"...being in fact much better fitted for a walker than a reader, was extremely pleased to close his large book, and go."

Of course walking on a bit further away from Hobart still brings me happiness as the plots have not yet been turned from acreage and a normal sized house to the dividing of land for development.  I am not saying it is all that way, there is quite a large house down near the cove up for sale and it is both huge and expensive.

"...Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?..."

Our neighborhood is being developed in an alarming way.  Where one house stood now stand six apartments.  A small cul-de-sac has many large houses, none too varied, crowded up against each other.

I find it a bit dispiriting.


Friday, October 11, 2013

"...we change the tune but not the song, over and over..."

Zok and I seem unable to tear ourselves from the garden, come rain (mostly rain) or shine.
Zok is on some building mission as you can see.  I think he is making an obstacle course for the birds so they have to exercise on their way in to eat our fruit and vegetables.
He also created a new space for the BBQ now that our (new) deck is too small and too flammable for the BBQ to be right outside our back door.
I have had the chore of weeding which is pretty dull really- and seems never ending, sometimes I think "Ahhh geez just let grow big so they are easier to pull out." But of course this is how weeds spread by getting to the point where the one weed goes to seed and spreads itself.
But right now most are really, really tiny and hard to pick out through the mulch.
I listen to books and hours go by, yesterday I got cranky and demanded treats, so we had lunch and beer on our porch before calling it quits for the day.

Next month my yoga classes start up, regularly 3 x a week in the morning, so I should well be on the path to earlier starts and summer light.
Speaking of which, I have been coming to the realization that many, many people here get up extremely early, like 5:30 am or earlier.
I think I only know one person from my life outside of here that gets up at that time.  (you know who you are!).

Things that have taken up my time outside of the garden:

Have you read or heard about Malala?
The type of story that keep any complaints one might have firmly inside the brain, because of the diminished size in comparison to her life.