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Archive for April, 2008

Meezer & Dutchie Bun Rule

When you look this cute, you better be getting a treat!

Banana please...

Special Dutchie Bun Rule

This is my pal Archi Ann – She has a special dutchie bun rule:

No picture taking when a bun is resting! We don’t care how cute we are!


Whiskers

I see you!

Are you quite done DKM?


Celebrate Poetry Month


Here is our last post for poetry month – we hope you’ve enjoyed it as much as we have…

Rainer Maria Rilke
A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill.
going far ahead of the road I have begun.
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp;
it has inner light, even from a distance-

and charges us, even if we do not reach it,
into something else, which, hardly sensing it,
we already are; a gesture waves us on
answering our own wave…
but what we feel is the wind in our faces

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You can’t handle the toesies!

Sophia: You want the toesies?
Victor: I think I’m entitled.

Why yes, I will pounce you

Sophia: You want the toesies?
Victor: I want the toesies!
Sophia: You can’t handle the toesies!

Toesies

Victor: *gasp – passes out*
Sophia: I did warn him…


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by Hailey Leithauser


Philosophic
in its complex, ovoid emptiness,
a skillful pundit coined it as a sort
of stopgap doorstop for those
quaint equations

Romans never
dreamt of. In form completely clever
and discrete—a mirror come unsilvered,
loose watch face without the works,
a hollowed globe
from tip to toe
unbroken, it evades the grappling
hooks of mass, tilts the thin rim of no thing,
remains embryonic sum,
non-cogito.


Monday Bunday & Spring Rolls

I say Mum, a bun is trying to rest here

I say Mum, a bun is trying to rest here

Must. Kill. Camera Strap.

Must. Kill. Camera Strap.


Cooking with DKM – Spring Rolls

So, it was hot here this weekend and when I don’t want to heat up the house cooking, I make spring rolls. They are super easy!

Get your stuff together that you’d like to add. Today I have some butter (bib or Boston) lettuce, asparagus, hearts of palm, carrots, rice noodle strings and cilantro. Rice paper rounds are found in Asian food markets.

Stuff to make Spring Rolls

You soak the rice threads in hot water for 10 minutes and set aside. Once you are ready, you soak the the rice paper sheet in warm water for 30 seconds.

Making Spring Rolls

Add your ingredients and then roll up as you would roll a burrito.

Making Spring Rolls

Serve with a dipping sauce and enjoy. This dipping sauce is made of 50% lime juice and 50% soy with fresh ginger and minced garlic

Spring Rolls

Make some extras for lunch!

Spring rolls


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Appetite
by Paulann Petersen

Pale gold and crumbling with crust
mottled dark, almost bronze,
pieces of honeycomb lie on a plate.
Flecked with the pale paper
of hive, their hexagonal cells
leak into the deepening pool
of amber. On your lips,
against palate, tooth and tongue,
the viscous sugar squeezes
from its chambers, sears sweetness
into your throat until you chew
pulp and wax from a blue city
of bees. Between your teeth
is the blown flower and the flower’s
seed. Passport pages stamped
and turning. Death’s officious hum.
Both the candle and its anther
of flame. Your own yellow hunger.
Never say you can’t take
this world into your mouth.


Easy Like Sunday Morning

Warm fuzzy blanket that belongs to DKM… priceless

Looking sultry


Market Day

Favas are back!

Fava's are back!

Snow Peas

Snow Peas

Lovely Calla Lillis

Lovely Callas

Oyster Mushrooms

Oyster Mushrooms

And Sweet Peas in the sun

Sweet Peas

DKM’s haul from the Market

Market Score

Quail Eggs, Button Mushrooms, Kohlrabi, Thai Basil, Dill, Fava Beans, Snow Peas, Fennel and Asparagus.


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If Not for the Cat
by Jack Prelutsky

If not for the cat,
And the scarcity of cheese,
I could be content.


What? I’m resting here

Are you done yet?


Celebrate Poetry Month


DKM love her some Cake!

I want a girl
With a mind like a diamond
I want a girl
Who knows what’s best

I want a girl
With shoes that cut
And eyes that burn
Like cigarettes

I want a girl
With the right allocations
Who’s fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack

She’s playing with her jewelry
She’s putting up her hair
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket……

I want a girl
Who gets up early
I want a girl
Who stays up late

I want a girl
With uninterupted prosperity
Who uses a machete
To cut through red tape

With fingernails
That shine like justice
And a voice that is dark
Like tinted glass

She is fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She’s touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a long…. long jacket

I want a girl
With a smooth liquidation
I want a girl
With good dividends

And at the city bank
We will meet accidentally
We’ll start to talk
When she borrows my pen

She wants a car
With a cupholder arm rest
She wants a car
That will get her there

She’s changing her name
From Kitty to Karen
She’s trading her MG
For a white Chrysler LeBaron

I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket


Flower Friday

Rose

What to pounce… what to pounce…

pondering what to pounce


Movie Meme

Here are the few that we’re not guessed last week – with some hints.

A. “Pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself.” The Inside Man ~Erin

B. “He’s my horse. ‘Es called Tir Na Nog. It means ‘the land of eternal youth’” Into the West ~Zippy’s Mum

C. “Let me try and clarify some of this for you. Best Company Supermarkets are not interested in selling wholesome foods. They are not worried about the nation’s health. What is concerning them, is that the nation appears to be getting worried about its health, and that is what’s worrying Best Co., because Best Co. wants to go on selling them what it always has, i.e. white breads, baked beans, canned foods, and that suppurating, fat squirting little heart attack traditionally known as the British sausage.” How to Get Ahead in Advertising ~Zippy’s Mum

D. “The nicest thing about feeling happy is that you think you’ll never be unhappy again.” Kiss of the Spider Woman ~Zippy’s Mum

Here are this weeks movie quotes (L-M) – no googling.

1. “Are you sure Golden Boy is up to the task, Cap?” L.A. Confidential ~Zippy’s Mum

2. “A gentleman should always mean what he says.” Last Emporor ~Zippy’s Mum

3. “Well, we kinda face to the north and real subtle-like turn left.” Last of the Mohicans ~Angus Sigh… DDL in buckskin… Sigh

4. “You’re born, you take shit. You get out in the world, you take more shit. You climb a little higher, you take less shit. Till one day you’re up in the rarefied atmosphere and you’ve forgotten what shit even looks like.” Stars the new James Bond

5. “Sheriff Deeds is dead, honey. You just Sheriff Junior.” Lone Star ~Zippy’s mum

6. “The fate of the world will now be decided.” Lord of the Rings ~Monty

7. “Peace of mind! I have no peace of mind. I have had no peace of mind since we lost America. Forests, old as the world itself, plains, strange delicate flowers, immense solitudes. And all nature new to art. All ours. Mine. Gone. A paradise lost.” The Madness of King George ~Zippy’s Mum

8. “Are we friends, Ben? I wanna believe we were friends.” The Manchurian Candidate ~Zippy’s Mum

9. “Attention, all base members must report for a drug test for marij- marijua-… disregard last transmission.” M.A.S.H. ~Rich

10. “If might is right, then love has no place in the world. It may be so, it may be so. But I don’t have the strength to live in a world like that, Rodrigo.” The Mission ~Zippy’s Mum

11. “It really bothers me when I think of that poor dog Laika. Terrible, sending a dog up in a space ship without enough food. She had to do it for human progress. She didn’t ask to go.” My Life as a Dog ~Ghost

12. “I like the way I look. Makes me feel good, it does. And women like me, goddammit. Hell, the only one thing I ever been good for is lovin’. Women go crazy for me, that’s a really true fact!” Midnight Cowboy ~Radcliff, Allie, Luna, & Ozzie

13. “I’d commit any sin, mortal or otherwise, to get the hell out of here.” Peter Mullan has remarked that the film was initially made because victims of XXXXX Asylums had no closure. They had not received any recognition, compensation, or apology, and many remained lifelong devout Catholics.


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Here is another poem used in a movie – guess the movie and I’ll send squiggles or crochet dishcloths.

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Check out this wicked cool picture Anne made us!

Sophia, Fiona and Orlando


Meezer Bun Rules

Meezer buns deserve nose rubs on demand!

Ooooo yeah


Celebrate Poetry Month



Don’t Lose Yourself
Thomas Dybdahl

oh, you better not lose this one for sure
don’t fall asleep at the wheel, stay young and pure
less is more
don`t disregard what I spit to the floor
all is love, all is lies
in times of war your best friend denies

don`t lose yourself
don`t lose yourself

oh, whatever I feel you`ve felt before
these dark but colorful dreams you can`t ignore
less than pure
bloodstained and green, will you open the door
let them in, feed their will
lust over love and pain over thrill

don`t lose yourself
don`t lose yourself


Earth Day

Get outside and enjoy the earth

Grass is good

Invite your human out for a walk

Come on mom - walk time

Scratch Hug a tree

The Organic Scratiching Post is tops!


Celebrate Poetry Month


The Tuft of Flowers
by Robert Frost

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.

I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,—alone,

As all must be,’ I said within my heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’

But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly,

Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night
Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.

And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,
Whether they work together or apart.’


Monday Bunday

What… I do not have a kale problem!

What... I do not have a kale problem!

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Zen Living
by Dick Allen

Birdsongs that sound like the steady determined tapping
of a shoemaker’s hammer,
or of a sculptor making tiny ball-peen dents in a silver plate,
wake me this morning. Is it possible the world itself can be happy? – The calico cat
stretches her long body out across the top of my computer monitor,
yawning, its little primitive head a cave of possibility.
And I’m ready again
to try and see accidents, the over and over patterns
of double-slit experiments a billionfold
repeated before me. If I had great patience,
I could try to count the poplar, birch and oak
leaves in their shifting welter outside my bedroom window
or the almost infinitesimal trails of thought that flash and flash
everywhere, as if decaying particles inside a bubble chamber,
windshield raindrops, lake ripples. However,
instead I go to fry some bacon, crack two eggs
into the cast-iron skillet that’s even older than this house,
and on the calendar (each month another oriental fan
where the climbing solitary is dwarfed . . . or on dark blue oceans
minuscular fishing boats bob beneath gigantic waves)
X out the days, including those I’ve forgotten.