So Maybe I’m Back?


iPhone pix 219So maybe I’m back? I have a laptop and an internet connection again so I have no excuse not to come back, aside from either laziness or not wanting to. I’ll spend this post catching y’all up on what’s happened and see what happens from here, maybe, depending on what feedback I get, or not. I might continue anyway. For spite. For an outlet. Just to stay on my writing game. Because I’m an attention whore maybe? Continue reading

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Buddy Harden Band: The Interview


Rock is so much fun. That’s what it’s all about – filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.
— Jimi Hendrix

Rock ‘n Roll: The most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear.
— Frank Sinatra


In the course of working with Jack Snipe — the other half of The Katy & Jack Thing — I’ve been honored with the opportunity to spend time hanging around with The Buddy Harden Band, one of the other (many, various) bands that also utilizes Jack’s (many, various) talents.  Last week I got to sit down and chat with them awhile.  I think in the biz’ they call this an interview. Continue reading

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What Has It Got In It’s Pocketses?


I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance 

— e. e. cummings

Today is Poem In Your Pocket Day, and in that, I will be carrying this around on my hip.  If you see me, ask me.  I’ll show you. Continue reading

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Hummers and Planes and Wallbies, Oh My!


All I can do is read a book to stay awake,
And it rips my life away but it’s a great escape.

— Blind Melon, from ‘No Rain’

(This is an excerpt from one of my 100 Words excercises from last week.  I thought it worth sharing.)

This afternoon I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  I tried to read it but I just kept nodding.  Finally I just gave in and conked out, and had the strangest dream. Continue reading

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The Hoop Girl of Hogbottom


Photo by Christy Fowler

And I say the sacred hoop of my people was one of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of one mother and one father.
— Black Elk

Hogbottom this year was, as usual, completely and totally full of awesome! And all for such a great cause — House of Heroes.  (A fantastic organization — definitely check them out.)  The music, the food, the folks, the setting, the weather, the hoopin’… Continue reading

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Grilled — Yes, Grilled — Pizza


Grilling, broiling, barbecuing – whatever you want to call it – is an art, not just a matter of building a pyre and throwing on a piece of meat as a sacrifice to the gods of the stomach.  – James Beard

You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I’m not hungry enough to eat six. — Yogi Berra

Grilled pizza!  Who knew such a thing existed?  Was even possible?  But oh, oh, oh, oh so good.  Best pizza I’ve ever had.  Ever.  Bar none. Continue reading

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Wednesday Romance And Custard


Matrimony is a process by which a grocer acquired an account the florist had.  — Francis Rodman

All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.  — Lucy Van Pelt (Peanuts)

Wednesdays are special in our house.  See, on Wednesday evenings my kids — all three of ’em — go across the street to the Assembly Of God Church for dinner and youth group.  The teaching over there isn’t exactly to my religious leanings (I’m a Unitarian Universalist) but I figure its good for kids to be presented with different points of view.  And also they take my kids — all three of ’em — away for two hours.  And feed them! Continue reading

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Pregnant With Food


“Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed. Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.” — Henry David Thoreau

“I’m not really a career person. I’m a gardener, basically.”– George Harrison

Today I feel lazy.  I’ve managed to inspire myself to re-hang the curtains I took down and washed over the weekend, but mostly I just want to sit on the back steps staring at the dirt in my garden, willing newly planted seeds to sprout. Continue reading

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Auditory Carnivore


‘Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans … are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit.’
― Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential
 
‘If music be the food of love, play on.’
 — William Shakespeare
 
There’s a culinary fad about.  I saw it on an episode of Bourdain before I got rid of the TV.  (Actually, in a moment of motherly annoyedness, I heaved the TV out the front door and broke it to pieces on the front walk…but that’s another story for another day…) 

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Planting


‘And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden…You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.’ — Rudyard Kipling

‘The best way to garden is to put on a wide-brimmed straw hat and some old clothes. And with a hoe in one hand and a cold drink in the other, tell someone else where to dig.’
– Texas Bix Bender

I spent Easter afternoon renewing my backyard garden.  Seems appropriate, Easter being the holiday marking the coming of Spring and symbolising ressurection and rebirth. Continue reading

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