They're Gonna Show That Rosemary Farm!

Rosemary Farm is the fruit stand on Graham south of Metropolitan between the 99 cent store and the crazy health food store run by the lady with a very notceable boob-job and Restylane pout. I do the bulk of my non- farmer's market/CSA produce acquisition at Rosemary Farm (which is why I am known there as the "purple potato lady.")

But lately the deli on the NORTH side of Metropolitan has been putting up all kinds of signs proclaiming the superiority of their produce offerings -- like this one from last month!

To Want -- And Want --

How that wrung the heart!

these are making me bawl my face off.

I miss you, I'm turning into you, it's fine.

Reality = Treason In This Great Fucking Nation Of Ours

Hai, Hillary! I can haz question?

Why is "mis-spoke" the new "lied"? Why not say you “bespoke” about something, i.e., you MADE UP SHIT TO ORDER?

Re: Obama’s speech. It was pretty amazing, and I wept. I finally got the whole Obamamania thing. But here’s the catch – Why is he apologizing for Reverend Wright’s words?

James Dobson and Ted Haggard call the White House on a WEEKLY BASIS and they are psychotic bigots. Hagee, McCain’s BFF ought to work for the Weather Channel, as he figured out that the Gays caused Invisible Grandpa to trash New Orleans via hurricane. But Reverend Wright?

“"We bombed Hiroshima, we bombed Nagasaki, and we nuked far more than the thousands in New York and the Pentagon, and we never batted an eye," Wright said. "We have supported state terrorism against the Palestinians and black South Africans, and now we are indignant because the stuff we have done overseas is now brought right back to our own front yards. America's chickens are coming home to roost."

"The government gives them the drugs, builds bigger prisons, passes a three-strike law and then wants us to sing 'God Bless America.' No, no, no, God damn America, that's in the Bible for killing innocent people. God damn America for treating our citizens as less than human. God damn America for as long as she acts like she is God and she is supreme."”

WTF? All of that is TRUE! Reverend Wright is SPEAKING THE TRUTH! And what makes me very sad is that Obama’s amazing speech was occasioned by a need to distance himself from the truth. And that despite the stark honesty in his speech about how class divides exacerbate racial tension, he doesn’t support single payer health care. Among other things.

But sadder still is how the fact that the Wright “controversy” even exists shows how entrenched and crazy race issues are in this country, as white pastors get to spew completely INSANE hateful shit – Evolution is a lie! Women are whores who don’t deserve to own their own bodies and like shooting fetus angels out of heaven like so much Precious Moments skeet! The Rapture is coming! Gay peoples is evil! – a black pastor actually discussing REALITY is treason?

Uncanny

Friday would have been my mom's 65th birthday.

I still have her ashes in my vanity and haven't really gotten it together to scatter them. Her handbag lives under the vanity as well, and among the mess on top of it is her bottle of Chanel No. 5, a fragrance that does not work on me but will remind me of her forever.

All weekend I had very disturbing dreams of people continually breaking into the house.

And this morning while I was scrambling for tights, I moved the chair away and saw that the Chanel No. 5 bottle lay smashed on the floor.

I Bet She Has A Statement To Make, Too

Ladies, can we band together and form an organization to put an END to this tradition of the "stand by your cheating man" political wife? That is what offends me the most about this scandal, is that Spitzer's wife got roped into standing behind him at the podium, with that bevaliumed expression. The wife's presence underscores the hollowness of the now de rigeur public apology -- since it stands to reason if the man was sorry for hurting his wife, if he had any regard for her whatsoever, the LAST thing he would do is drag her up to the podium like that.

"Hey, honey, ummm, I'm really sorry but, ummmm... Yeah so I was screwing some hookers. I know. I'm REALLY SORRY. Hey can you do me just one more thing? Just eat these Valiums and slap on a fentayl patch and kinda stand up here during this press conference? What? WHADDAYA MEAN you don't want to? You fucking uptight bitch! You can't do this ONE THING FOR ME?"

SO can we just stop it with the press conferences? Henceforth just release a statement that says "FUCK, I GOT CAUGHT. SHIT!" and we'll all move on.

Sigh. I am glad I will never be in that situation -- but were I, the only press conference I would be having would be with a bottle of tequila, a locksmith and a lawyer.

On the bright side, it is scandals like these that bring out the BEST in the New York Post's headline writers!

Pot Stops Short of Calling Kettle The "N"-Word, Heads Implode

What. Is. Wrong. With. People?

Gotta love all the super-pro Hillary people, who went on and on and on about how "qualified" she was etc etc etc and now get to watch her take the Democratic party down in flames! If we end up with a President McCain next year, the blame will lie COMPLETELY with the Democratic party (AGAIN) for having their heads up their asses. [As far up their asses as the heads of the pouty lil' Nader-haters!]

This That And The Other

I had a lovely weekend. It poured awful rain on Saturday and I stayed in all day. Birds clotted the feeder and the rain made spring splashy sounds all around. A Brown Headed Cowbird has been visiting and he is very handsome. All is distilled into its fundamental right-ness when we just get time together at home cocooned and nice and quiet.

And then, we went to FAIRWAY!!

Sez It Allz!!!1111!!!!!!

I was looking for change and I found this...

Where Have I Been?

I have not been on the Australian Cattle Dog Puppy Farm, alas.

I love Australian Cattle Dogs. We went to Westminster last month and one of the nicest dogs we met was a dog named Lincoln who won Best of Breed. I am all melty-dog-crazy and am currently crushed out on a dog we saw yesterday en route to yoga, a sweet 3 month old Australian Shepherd/ Bernese Mountain Dog mix (according to his person). I mean, that is the perfect-est breed mix ever.

What else? Trey put up bookshelves and I rearranged the books. I invented a killer lemongrass-miso soup with watercress. Watched Marion Cotillard win the Oscar. Trimmed my own hair.

Today I am wearing an all green and brown outfit at work, big departure from the usual black. My shoes are from CutesyShoes.com; mahogany brown mary janes with a 3 inch slim heel, (not leather and not sweaty-making), brown fishnets, a greeny-brown tiny-tweed skirt given to me by an ex-friend, a grasshopper-green t-shirt from J Crew that I bought for five bucks at the thrift store on Metropolitan, an aphid green pinup-girl sweater from my mother-in-law, and actual makeup. Somewhere between hot librarian and extra from Vertigo. Yeah. Perhaps. I walked out for a good half-hour just now and it is deliciously springy. Sitting on the low edge of the block-length fountain on 6th Avenue across from Radio City, the light was white and celebratory and invincible -- the hyper-bleached astringent dazzle of near-death experiences and alien abductions.