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A Shared Place | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. February 26, 2010. 8220;A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.” Wendell Berry. So today is the second day of our third Philadelphia snow storm…. And bid adieu with some smile...
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Farmer’s Market Meals, Pt. 2 | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. Farmer’s Market Meals, Pt. 2. July 12, 2010. Of all the purchases I made, Beets were the riskiest. I had only had them once, the canned kind as a child. Mom told me they tasted like carrots. All I can remember is the sensation of my entire digestive track seizing up as I tried to swallow them. I ended up roasting them with a bit of olive oil, salt, and pepper. Nothing more. Which is very French in flavor and I loved it. I also finished off the rest of my lettuce, adding to it things...
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March | 2010 | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. March 5, 2010. I’m a bit disappointed with Paste’s review. 8220;If I Had My Way” shows what Griffin has always done well, a driving guitar rhythm paired with a spit-fire vocal so naturally rendered you almost don’t notice the precision, much less the exact tone, undergirded perfectly by the supporting musicians. On Buddy’s track,. Here, the following year, she takes up a gospel album with Buddy Miller’s support, where she writes this line:. 8220;When you’re lost and your found,.
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Days of Summer: Farmer’s Market | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. Days of Summer: Farmer’s Market. July 4, 2010. Since I am not taking any classes this summer, I have more time on my hands to be creative with the things I do. Time being more on my side and with the accountability of having put plans out there, here’s one of my projects for this week. The Farmer’s Market Project. Budget: up to $20, to be spent exclusively at a Farmer’s Market. Supplies: My “quaint” apartment kitchen and its’ contents. Food purchased (left to right):. Fill in your d...
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Farmer’s Market Meals, Pt. 1 | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. Farmer’s Market Meals, Pt. 1. July 10, 2010. And it ended up being 102 degrees that day… unlike Texas, this was. But some things are worth weathering some heat. The second day was much more planned out, i.e. a recipe. Was used. And let me tell you, if this recipe is any indication, swiss chard is an amazing vegetable. I bookmarked the recipe. Five Color Silverbeet is beautiful, isn’t it? Onions, sliced in half-rounds, minced garlic, chard, olive oil…. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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April | 2012 | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. Bright Suns, Saturday, and the Writer of Stories. April 7, 2012. The sun is shining today. A thick beam bands my arm broad and warm, like a palm identifying with, reassuring. If only it didn’t feel so ironic. My paper gazes at me wryly, grinning. Look what you’ve done! His song a testimony, an anthem to the work of my hands. If only I didn’t feel so. Some days the brightest of suns cannot cheer a heart, not even a little. 8220;When my spirit grows faint within me,. Other times we tr...
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February | 2010 | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. February 26, 2010. 8220;A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.” Wendell Berry. So today is the second day of our third Philadelphia snow storm…. And bid adieu with some smile...
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Bright Suns, Saturday, and the Writer of Stories | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. Bright Suns, Saturday, and the Writer of Stories. April 7, 2012. The sun is shining today. A thick beam bands my arm broad and warm, like a palm identifying with, reassuring. If only it didn’t feel so ironic. My paper gazes at me wryly, grinning. Look what you’ve done! His song a testimony, an anthem to the work of my hands. If only I didn’t feel so. Some days the brightest of suns cannot cheer a heart, not even a little. 8220;When my spirit grows faint within me,. Other times we tr...
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July | 2010 | My Art of Being Here
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My Art of Being Here. Farmer’s Market Meals, Pt. 2. July 12, 2010. Of all the purchases I made, Beets were the riskiest. I had only had them once, the canned kind as a child. Mom told me they tasted like carrots. All I can remember is the sensation of my entire digestive track seizing up as I tried to swallow them. I ended up roasting them with a bit of olive oil, salt, and pepper. Nothing more. Which is very French in flavor and I loved it. I also finished off the rest of my lettuce, adding to it things...
