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Foster Says: July 2008
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A gold tongue is hard and clumsy. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Yesterday I went to the ocean. And they were all right, she. Was right, one feels like. A real being, invisible, an amoeba that rides in spit. We can disappear so completely in it, it's like a heavy wing, a great hand of undoing. Saturday, July 26, 2008. Only more fantastic. Less hydraulics. Tuesday, July 15, 2008. 3 maybe, just maybe, click with other pensive furrow-browed twentysomething cutes. So I say I'm a bore but most random blogs I read ...
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Foster Says: Smoke Bone Salt
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A gold tongue is hard and clumsy. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Yesterday I went to the ocean. And they were all right, she. Was right, one feels like. A real being, invisible, an amoeba that rides in spit. We can disappear so completely in it, it's like a heavy wing, a great hand of undoing. I'm not friends with her anymore. But I still have her books on my shelf. July 30, 2008 at 10:28 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Paradise cabbage | Waffle songs
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Recently I interviewed translator/author/kilimologist John Batki. We talked cabbage and writing, two of my favorite things. The featured recipe tastes like spaghetti-o’s and also pizza! March 3, 2010. Uncategorized. Be the first to comment! Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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I dip you dip we dip | Waffle songs
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I dip you dip we dip. Pretty much I am like goldfish to flakes. When it comes to chips and guacamole and, really, who but the weird, resilient few among us is not? Which is why, come any sort of party-time, instinct #1 is to set about rounding up every soft avocado in this city, smushing up the biggest possible bowl of them, and last/ not least devouring with tortilla chips or carrots cut length-wise or hamfists. When, weeks ago, the lovely Terita of Veggie Mine. And corn chewing/ spitting virtuosity.
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Of course this had to happen | Waffle songs
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Of course this had to happen. By “this” I mean the fried rice Mark Bittman has a crush on. And now me too. Mine looks extra leeky because it. Also: doesn’t it seem as though there is a direct correlation between number of eggs in the refrigerator and one’s anxiety about impending travel? Yesterday there were eight in the carton and I was losing my mind. Now it’s mostly under control: I depart tomorrow in the AM and the egg count is down to a manageable two. March 5, 2010. Uncategorized.
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Oh, whatever | Waffle songs
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SUMMERTIME AND THE COUSCOUS IS EASY. Let’s come to terms with this: I am a suckfest of a blogger. Lately it’s been trivia, and poker, and movies starring the young Robert Downey Jr., and morning yoga with James, and struggling with pie crusts in the stupid hot Florida summer. It’s true that I am terrible at updating blogs, but it’s. True that I am not half bad at making lavender eye pillows (for shavasana). Say the word and I will sew one for you! Own a pillow today (or soon)! Cold soba: many a lunch.
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Liver little! | Waffle songs
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After a week spent eating. Or actually: You can’t spell “parties” without “pâté”! Except more accurately it’s: You can’t spell “pârtiés” without “pâté”! ANYWAY, this is my favorite recipe. It’s easy and zombie-proof. After the pâté my brain remained hopeless so I thought: Why not get the beef bourguignon over with, too? Vegetarian Suppers From Deborah Madison’s Kitchen. Not pictured: the lentil mountain that was my real dinner. Also: the many milligrams of melatonin I am going to eat, so help me God.
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Foster Says: The Thief
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A gold tongue is hard and clumsy. Tuesday, June 24, 2008. Seemingly significant alterations in my mood are affected by small accomplishments, all of which I can not realize without the help of things like oxygen, the family, castor oil, my body's ability to process B12, and our planet's particular fix in the solar system. Despite these wonders, though, I'm a grump. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Foster Says: June 2008
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A gold tongue is hard and clumsy. Thursday, June 26, 2008. Notions of independence and interdependence, mass media, nationalism, transnationalism, etc. Where will my wailings lie? Let's talk the family BBQ. Every year my brother is host to a 4th of July backyard BBQ with all the traditional fixins. Paper plates, american flag cakes with blueberries and strawberries used as the stars and stripes, meats cooked in beer, and a firework finale that costs thousands of dollars. Tuesday, June 24, 2008. Still, it...
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Foster Says: April 2008
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A gold tongue is hard and clumsy. Tuesday, April 15, 2008. I know that my family has been at unrest for a number of years now. It's been a slow budding that's brought most, if not all of us, to this hard pause. But what I really need to do at this point is break down my own defenses, decontextualize. Friday, April 11, 2008. Shame, a Hymn. Gutter by never putting out and keeping her panties on, I ended up reading a more interesting article by Chuck Klosterman. In fact, she. Thoroughly, falsely or genuinely.
