a black bean production

The heroes and I supped with my sister and her family earlier this week at a great little spot in southeast portland called Laughing Planet. As well as an organically creative menu and price perfection this family friendly eatery houses dinosaurs of all sizes, an eclectic music selection and a sweet sweet atmospheric comfort! Fisher, the oldest of my little heroes, ordered his all time favorite meal: whole black beans and fresh tortilla chips. After being served he proceeded to devour every last bite ( i tried it, it was delicious ) and some how managed to produce the stuff from his pores! There was no where near enough food for him to paint his face and his mohawk the way that he did, even if he hadn't cleaned his plate. Through some magic possessed only by little boys, Fisher's face, hands and hair produced black bean juice!

some other words

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off -- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."

~Herman Melville

Moby Dick, or The Whale Pg. 3

some words of my fellow man

I sit beside the fire and think

of all that I have seen,

Of meadow flowers and butterflies

in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

in autumns that there were,

With morning mist and silver sun

and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

of how the world will be

When winter comes without a spring

that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things

that I have never seen:

In every wood in every spring

there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

of people long ago,

and people who will see a world

that I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet

and voices at the door.

~J.R.R. Tolkein

LOTR Trilogy Pg. 272

Truman

Attention World!! He's Here at Last!
Truman Arrived, Gorgeous and Healthy and Pink and Perfect!
He Got Here Right on Time to a World Waiting Impatiently!! His Brother is so Proud and Took Ownership Immediately! Being the Most Blessed Mom Alive, I Couldn't be Happier! Truman is a Strong Baby-Man and our World is Lucky to Have Him!

So Penseroso

Come, megrims, mollygrubs and collywobbles!

Come, gloom that limps and misery that hobbles!

Come also, most exquisite meloncholiage,

As dank and decadent as November foliage!

I crave to shudder in your moist embrace,

To feel your oystery fingers on my face.

This is my hour of sadness and soulfulness,

and cursed be he who dissipates my dolefulness.

I do not desire to be cheered,

I desire to retire, I am thinking of growing a beard.

A sorrowful beard with a mournful, dolorous hue in it,

with ashes and glue in it.

I want to be drunk with despair,

I want to caress my care.

I do not wish to be blithe,

I wish to recoil and writhe.

I will revel in cosmic woe,

and I want my woe to show.

This is the morbid moment,

this is the ebony hour.

Aroint thee, sweetness and light!

I want to be dark and sour!

Away with the bird that twitters!

All that glitters is jitters!

Roses, roses are gray,

Violets cry Boo! and frighten me.

Sugar is stimulating,

and people conspire to brighten me.

Go hence, people, go hence!

Go sit on a picket fence!

Go gargle with mineral oil,

Go out and develop a boil!

Melancholy is what I brag and boast of,

Melancholy I plan to make the most of.

You beaming optimists shall not destroy it,

But while I am at it, I intend to enjoy it.

Go, people, stuff your mouths with soap,

and remember, please, that when I mope, I mope!

~Ogden Nash

Self

Born in Wyoming to a family of travelers I have a natural fondness for the road which rambles, always eager to find where it can take me. Like my body, my mind and soul are constantly wandering. I have been doubly blessed with two bright and whole hearted little boys, who rule my world! With dreams far larger than life, and intents of the best nature for my little family of three, I am still exploring any untrod paths my feet can carry me along. I love and respect the aged wisdom of trees, the wholesome nutrition of the earth, the unmeasured strength of natural waters, the serenity of music and the life of imagination. I am a dreamer, a thinker and a lover of all things earthly and strong. I do what I can to conquer weakness, and to share wisdom gained through experiences. I live for my children, my brothers and sisters, and my unconventional parents. I travel the world through the books I read, any and all books that I can get my hands on, and I strongly believe in the recirculation of all books and writings of my fellow man, for knowledge is nothing if not shared.