4:51pm

The sun is scheduled to go down at 4:51pm today in Portland. 

Inching closer to spring, closer to warm nights, closer to long days and everlasting biking.

yesssssssss.

"light green"

Color me lazy, we receive five channels of cable TV without an antenna. So, after I wake up and make breakfast, sometimes, i perch on the couch and try to find something mindless to watch. This is fairly novel to me because i have not had television in about five years. And now, thanks to the government ( no seriously, I'm happy about this) those five channels will disappear once TV goes digital. SO, I don't feel like a complete wretch watching The View while I eat my hash brown.

Ok, that's a total lie, I feel like a complete wretch and most of the time find myself looking around for someone to yell at. My plants don't deserve the anxiety, so I keep to myself. 

Anyway, this morning, they're talking about how to be "Light Green." Live an eco-friendly lifestyle without, well, really going green... or breaking the bank. This woman comes on and displays all kinds of fruits, vegetables, and meats that you "needn't waste your money on buying organic." Oranges & avocados for instance, they have a hard peel that pesticides don't really penetrate, so WHY spend your money!? Right? Bleh. 

I WISH we could have good, REAL food without spending the extra money, sure. We deserve it. The fact that we've gone so long the way we have is crazy, but unfortunately, I don't think the prices of organic foods will ever go down without support from the communities and larger grocery stores. We need to support organic farming practices not only because it is the right thing to do, and that factory farming really destroys our ability to keep farming; but because if we don't support these practices buy buying organic and local as often as we can, they will continue to be expensive!! 

sigh. 

written things.

... mostly just to move from the myspace blog. not particularly revised or edited.

when it didn't rain

the fog here is different

isn't driven by some oceanic force

or broken by late morning light.

it as if the earth and the ocean

have no means of conveyance

here and the sky

is lost in the middle somewhere

the fog here appears,

and dissipates

with no rhythm

and no relevance

it hangs low, on the river, wetting

and then

is gone.

some temperature related accident.

underfinished

my pockets filled with

moments

memories

pieces of past and 

subterranean places

feeling, inside, an ashen old woman without a cart,

a little boy with cookie crumb secrets.

my pockets packed with sand

bits of earth and ocean

full of words and phrases

breathes and blank spaces,

slipping through the seems

and sliding down my legs.

broken glass and stone slice curious fingers

reaching in and grains of sand stop the bleeding.