Somememinutiae

Picked up the August 09 issue of Surfer magazine. It features the greatest 50 surfers of all time. My favorites are all there including: Dora, Phil Edwards and Rabbit. Nice essays by surfers on surfers. What I didn't know was that Rabbit Kekai is still surfing at 89. Long board surfing is so graceful and though I'm not a fan of the whole helicopter drop-in, extreme surfing, I still have to watch because I can appreciate the massive waves and courage (or stupidity) of the modern big wave surfers. The photographers and cameramen always amaze me. Someone I know got back from a surf camp in Sayulita (beginners beach) and I heard she was scratched up and beaten black and blue by the rocks and waves trying to learn. Love watching surfers but it's looking more and more like I don't want to actually try it. Though that surf camp sounded awesome.

Jo Malone: How I love you but it's terrifically hard to choose one scent. I get so confused/distracted/exasperated when standing in front of Jo Malone testers. I just tried again recently. This is why I always end up driving up to a drug store for nostalgic, ole Jean Naté. I wear it well but it's becoming a bore so I opted for a lavender hydrosol instead. One day I'll be able to focus and pick my very own Jo Malone scent.

Lately we've been happy eating a nice bowl of steel cut Irish oatmeal cooked slowly over a medium flame. I usually drop a cinnamon stick into the water before it comes to a boil and add a little brown sugar. Smells wonderful and tastes even better with nothing to feel guilty about.

I love my little orange Fiestaware teapot and hated to see it put away when it's such a happy looking piece. It works well as an iced teapot outside in the summer and the top keeps the flies away from our minty beverage. My friend arrived and thought I was crazy to serve hot tea in this weather then she spotted the condensation.

Note to Self: Next year plant more strawberries. They do really well and I regret not planting a ton more and being able to collect a whole bowl of them. Maybe I'm being greedy.

I still don't know if my chicken Twinkie is male or female. It has male pattern feather growth but no comb or wattles and no sign of them either. It has a strange cluck, not very Silkie, though it looks very male Silkie. Twinkie is either some sort of mutt or a hermaphrodite chicken? It has the best personality ever in a chicken and acts just like a poodle: knows it's name, comes when called, follows me around, likes to cuddle, cocks it's head when spoken too just like a puppy.

Yes, it's true: chicken diapers. So what can this mean? Hopefully this piece of livestock will graduate to beloved, indoor pet one day. Then maybe they'll get better conditions at the Tyson factory farms?

Jonathan Halper, where did you go?Everyone wants to know. K. Anger told William once that he was pretty much a mysterious character and didn't know much about him or his whereabouts.

When I switched web hosts a few months ago, many posts and photos got lost or jumbled up on the blog and website, for some reason. Today I finally took steps to fix these problems. If you noticed, thank you for your patience.