Sunday, June 24, 2012

Waiting

I'm sitting in the Korbstead's backyard. A drink in my hand and sun on my face. Hobie is pacing up the path and down the path, while Ginger frolics placidly at my feet eating whips of grass.

I'm home early from work and waiting for beautiful Burra. She is nowhere to be found, but I have an inkling she is out cycling.

Certainly I should be miffed or perhaps even upset, but I know, in my heart of hearts, that Burra is enjoying great company while exploring a new world of pedaling and its undeniable joy. This notion fuels the fire of my love for you Burra. Knowing you are delving into a world of passion we can share excites me to no end. Appreciate the wind at your back and embrace the pain in your legs, because that is what proves we are alive. And in love.

I just wanted you to know my train of thought as I enjoy this wondrous Sunday afternoon.

Te Amo mi amore. I'll see you shortly.

Monday, June 4, 2012

Tough as (s)Nails

Couldn't be prouder.  Watch out homo erotic men from ancient Greece!

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Train of thought

Couche Tard Beep
June 22nd
Tunnel of culture
Tea leaf futures
Sex
Couche Tard Beep
Leg muscles
Mercy
Facebook shares
Couche Tard Beep
Blimps
Chocolate chip cookies
Traffic
Couche Tard Beep


Sunday, May 27, 2012

Currently obssessed with

1) This song: Cold War Kids, Hair Down
My favorite part 'She's laughing like a choir girl. When she doubles over sounds like hallelujah.'

2) Gin and Tonics made with Hendricks gin.

3) Red caps (re: Falcon with a cap on its head)

4) Astrology.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Question

Please ask your father how quickly and how close to 'free' he could do this for us. 

And this,

Navigation

Do you think they will let me use a sextant to get us across Gros Morne?


Is there a reason she is on the ocean?

I guess, if we have to

Photo: River running through mountains at Gros Morne National Park

Friday, May 25, 2012

Monday, May 21, 2012

Word of the Week: Those words you use without really understanding what they mean.

What we thought uncanny meant:
Unusual knack for something. Being good at something.
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for spotting Hyundai Accents from afar.

What uncanny really means:
Adjective: Strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way. 
e.g. She had an uncanny talent for picking up psychopathic individuals.
Synonyms: weird, mysterious, unearthly

Next week: If you can be uncanny, can you be canny? 


Also: Red Cap Oranda Goldfish


Falcon with a cap on its head


Thursday, May 17, 2012

365 Haiku?

Unthawing fingers,
Spring rays produce emotion
Latent warmth befalls

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Monday, May 14, 2012

Exploration

It is monday, like any other monday, but not really.  It feels like the first monday I have had off where the sun is out in forever.  I am doing my darnedest not to be in the shadowy apartment and so am outside absorbing the sun's rays like a drunken solar panel.  My goal is to find a recipe to make for you Burra.  Smitten Kitchen was an awesome blog for anyone's food spank bank.  It really made me want to get into this wonderful arena known as a kitchen.  If only I could find it...

But damn it's hard getting into something new.  the ingredients and rules, Burra, they are endless!  Then I think about making fresh pasta in Italy while drinking a nice Rioja and I get inspired.  By Italy I mean the gas station backyard we have.  It seems like a good way to spend a saturday together. 

I found a retardedly simple recipe that would not impress a starving African, but damn am I going to give it my all for you.  Hopefully from here I will work my way up to rice and other more technical dishes.  The possibilities are endless if I put my mind to it (or order it from Seb and pretend it is my own creation).

B