Favorite Places

Here I am in my favorite place: A Bookstore

Yeah just give me a strong cup o' Earl Grey and a couple hours to roam the stacks and you have one happy Diva.

When I live in San Fran we had a corner book store called Christophers. It was so tiny and so filled with books and other good stuff. It was also a dog neighborhood so whenever anyone got a new dog they would go there and they would take a pic of your pup and post it on the front door. You could come back a few months later and ooh and ahh at how big your dog had gotten.

They also had poetry readings. I really miss that. Poetry is one art that needs to be read aloud and preferably by the author.

I went to my first open poetry reading the other night. Actually it was a poetry potluck! I read a couple of my poems for the first time ever to a group of strangers. I guess I was a Poetry Virgin. It felt kinda scary fun to read them. There were some good poets there and I just had the best time and the food was damn good too. There were all ages of poets there from 20 up to 83 years old. Simply fascinating.

Here is a link to a nice place I have found for poetry and pictures, Princess Haiku:

:http://princesshaiku.blogspot.com/

Virtual Fountain

Here is a rose quart fountain for Love & Bliss. Enjoy!

Little Tree in the Big Bar

See the tree. See the tree grow. See the tree grow in the bar. See the tree grow in the bar and through the roof.

Hidden peaceful place to get tippled in Santa Fe. After imbibing walk next door and load up on excellent chow. Next walk around the plaza and have a coffee from Ispiritu Cafe.



Here is the Bar. I will miss this place when I move.

Tiny Bird Edna

here she is with her husband of almost 30 years
On Edna St. Vincent Millay
This little bird woman ate and drank way too much crap. She became a morphine addict and that was just to supplement all the Gin and other doctor prescribed pharmaceutical pain pills she took on a daily basis.
In the video we see the home she lived in for about 20 years. It looks so peaceful. Why was she not able to find any peace there? She was a meteor of shinning womanhood in her day. A star on the level of our singer/dancer Madonna. St. Vincent was a Poet. A hugely famous and for her day, very wealthy poet. She would tour the country and give readings to packed halls and auditoriums. She was loved by America. And yet she died a sad weakened 58 year old recluse.
Oh she had some fun in her day. She had many lovers of both sex and kept some of them as friends till the end. She loved fine clothes and had a special interest in horses. She was such an Amazing woman.
A stone placed for her in St. John the Divine reads: Take up the song; forget the epitaph
She had written this for a friend who had died and in the end it was carved into her own tombstone.
I have been reading her poems lately, she had a voice, unique seducer, oh baby did she have a voice.

Blue Sun Blue

latest EIT/171 image

If I worship any God, it is the God of Sun.
How do I love thee.....
for the warmth you give to my cold limbs

the plants you make to grow
my third eye craves your bright warmth every day
you give me light to read by....... splat on my page
if I had one wish it would be to know you better
you are more mysterious than any gibbous moon
I love you

Scary Beans

Sometimes I have wondered if Organic food is really any different. I decided to do a little home experiment with some Garbanzo Beans. This is the type of bean used to make hummus.
I sprouted two sets of beans, organic and non organic. One set ( a set was organic & non organic) was sprouted in my new handy dandy sprout house and the other set was sprouted in glass jars. Both sets looked the same no matter what way they were sprouted.
To the right are the beans after sprouting. The beans on top are non organic. You can see how few have sprouted. They also had a very slimy coating on them that was very hard to get off even after repeated rinsing. They also had a taste of chemicals, sort of like bleach. As far as them tasting like a Garbanzo bean, the flavor was almost non existent.
The organic group looks much different. With the organic group almost every bean had spouted. They came out very fresh looking and lively with no slimy coating and required no rinsing at all. They tasted fresh and had a flavor of the bean, not of chemicals.
I really did this experiment with what I feel was no bias. I wanted to buy the non organic beans as they are cheaper!
In the past I have used non and organic beans for my sprouting and wondered why sometimes they just did not turn out. I blamed it on a host of elements, none of which were ever the quality of the beans.
There is a big push right now by Big Agra Business to own the patents to seeds. They have started to make seeds with a shelf life. These seeds are called "Terminator seeds". They have started to make plants that cannot produce seeds. All of this is very bio-scary. They have the ability in their patents to make it illegal to take a plant that you have grown and let go to seed and put those seeds in the ground and grow something.
I wonder just how far this has gone without our knowledge. How much of their Frankenseeds have migrated into our back yards?
What is wrong with the non organic garbanzo beans that I tried to sprout? Are they sprayed with chemicals that inhibit sprouting or are they bio engineered Frankenseeds doomed to die with no Life Force in them?
Nature cant be contained, as it just loves to mingle. Some smart fellers think they can mess with Mother Nature, oh how wrong they are.

High Art with a capital A

If you need a laugh because you are taking your little self and all your little important "to do" lists, just a mite bit too seriously, then have a gander at some animal art.
Wait till the end to see the "we love gettin rowdy part". Made my day!
I got this from this guys blog. http://flobberlob.blogspot.com/