Fresh blood?
Let me dispel the myth
February 15, 2010
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An endive, dying a little in order to live a lot
Early last week I invited some of my lady posse over for dinner on Saturday. In the spirit of more is more, if only under less auspicious circumstances, I called upon this constellation of girls because not all of them had met, and I titled my invite, Fresh Blood.
Would you believe that every single one of those ladies arrived thinking that there was actually going to be a blood ritual at dinner? Not amplifying.
At the very least they came expecting a performance, or some blood in the food. Meat, maybe? Dang witches all got their noggins a-crankin’ that I would dish them up a challenging, blood-related evening, and they showed up behaving thusly. By the wee hours, one of ‘em had to be forcibly dragged out by her feet!
Way to rock the house, Ladies! I’m openly gloating that you hold my potential for visceral impact in such high esteem, but it’s time I dispel this myth. Fresh blood just means I invited new folk for you to meet.
Behave.
Let’s do it again real soon, K?!
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Working your land
with a heavy hand
February 9, 2010
some things never change…
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Dang I can’t wait for my permaculture class to start up again. Just two more nights.
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