Sunday, July 26, 2009

Thursday, July 2, 2009

There's some kind of groovy kraut rock on Dublab.com right now. It makes me want to write or cook, it makes me feel soft all over. It makes me want to lie in bed and watch the mobile turning with the air gusting from the dusty vents on the ceiling. Tonight I spent the evening cooking a warm spinach salad with fresh ground nutmeg, roasted tomatoes and soft boiled eggs. I wilted the spinach in rendered bacon fat. I sharpened the knives. I'm having a hard time feeling like an athlete this week. I'm torn between being die hard or being the bohemian that I inevitably am, the side that fantasizes about a glamorous life when the mind's adrift and has nothing better to do. The great thing about being in my nonathletic mode is I create more and spend better time with my family and friends. Although it takes time away from living the dream and being true to a passion for cycling. I'm torn in both directions. Why is this life so great?

That's all for now. I still need time to read and wake up early. I decided tomorrow I'll start doing some stretching and maybe a little core work in the mornings. I need to do more of these things, too many extremes in my life. Either too hard or too soft. I need a bit of middle ground for balance, some early morning time to stretch and open up to the hot sun. I am amazed at the effort it takes to constantly seek balance. I think I like dramatic ups and downs, or at least I am very accustomed to them.

Yours,
Dim Sum
A Bit Of Heart




American Apparel 2012 Catalog & My Vertically Integrated Farm

This is pretty accurate, especially since owner and CEO Dov Whatever-His-Name was under fire yesterday - yet again. Haha, this time not for sleeping with his models but for violation of labor laws. Apparently something like half of his factory workers were without benefits and were illegal aliens & employed illegally.  But he claims to be sweat-shop free. Yes, I feel bad because 2/3rd of my wardrobe is AA... I guess I like it for its controversy! I don't know why I feel the allure, I thought originally it was a good thing to be "buying local". There is really very little difference between LA or China. It's all bleeding together, and what is so wrong with that?

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One day after I've catapulted beyond the many chapters yet to come and I come to a time when my hair is turning gray and the lines on my face begin to tell their stories, I'll live in a home on a small working farm. There'll be cows and chickens and a huge garden used in every season. We'll make most of our own clothes, work a compost, set up a solar powered rooftop. There'll be a big porch with a wooden swing and a small stable for cows, goats, and pigs; and maybe a horse, if I can afford one. Perhaps I'll board a horse for someone else... hmmm, ideas... 

One thing is for sure, we'll eat fresh food picked from the ground and off the vines, we'll bake desserts from the small orchards, pick fresh sunflowers in the mornings, make our own cheeses, brew our own beers, build our own greenhouse. I'll play the piano before bed and fall asleep in the living room in a place that smells alive and like cherry wood, barefoot most of the time. There will be short walks on the moss next to the cold gray stones along the creek.  We'll have parties with bonfires and live music, we'll sing. We'll all have dirt under our nails, getting old and away from it all. No one will be aware of  "Vertically Integrated Fashion".

Time to start saving... Who wants to live on this farm with me?! It doesn't matter where... all we need is land. We'll be pioneers!