A Tidings of Magpies

This book finally! arrived in the mail and is now in my kitchen, the source of my new project for the summer  (let's be serious) the year. Chapter One: Soup, the Staff of Life and the first recipe--Potage Picard au Pois (split pea soup). The peas are soaking even as we speak. Not a fan of peas other than the frozen ones in the bag I put on an aching back now and again, but journeys begin with a single step and Hubby seems to like just about anything I cook, so split peas it is. We're on Season 2 of Treme, though a bit scatter-rhompussed. Season 2 comes from the library in four different DVD's containing the eleven episodes and what has come in so far from the far reaches of the CinCity library requesting system are episodes 4, 5, & 6 as well as 10 & 11. What I know so far is that crime has returned to the Crescent City harder than before and people I've never seen before are somehow involved in this and the food and music are s...

Our first summer movie this year. Quite delish. "Lips red as blood. Hair black as night. Bring me your heart, my dear, dear Snow White."

All Dharmas Are Marked with Emptiness by Frank X. Gaspar I'm talking now about the destitute and the wild-eyed, I'm talking about the lady who made the head of the Virgin Mary out of cut up pieces of magazines and broken glass and a can of carpenter's glue—and then there's the girl I know who works in the supermarket, who printed an entire anthology of poems on a single eight-and-a-half-by-eleven sheet of Xerox paper and folded a hundred copies down to wallet size and passed them out to anyone who dared look her in the eye. You know what I mean: there are all those lonely, desperate, weird minds—yours among them for all I know—and the Dharma is everywhere, books and words and people thinking, beat-up notebooks from the dollar store, scribbling the world into them—a man has a mystery, a woman has an adventure, the kids are banging rhymes together like tin cans full of old nails. Where's it all going, this clatter, this wonder...