Holden at the coast, May 2009
Because of the podcast, most of my ideas have been funneled into talking fodder. If its quasi-socialist rants or jokes about my fellow man, the bulk of my creativity is channeled to a spoken-word format.
It bothered me for a few months. I wanted to write; I had that old familiar itch to knock out 400 to 500 words and put everything in a concise order for my desired effect. Then, I got over it. I love to talk. Having a podcast with a listenership of nearly 10 sets of ears is a lot of fun and it is closer to what I think I’m supposed to be doing.
But I can’t give up writing, man. I have to put something down. So this will have to be a bit more bloggy. The stuff I used to primarily avoid with this site will now take front and center. It is, after all, its intended purpose.
I have tomatoes. No kidding. With a grand total of about $22.50 three months ago, we have five species of tomatoes, some cilantro, thyme and basil in our backyard. It’s kinda cool, and my favorite part is that is took nearly no effort at all. I had jalapenos and carrots that didn’t make it, but I chalk that up to me not knowing what the hell I’m doing. Next year, we are going balls to the wall with berry bushes, green onions and I’m going to quadruple the amount of cilantro. I won’t be happy until I can make my own salsa without leaving the house. Man, if we could only get avocado going…
Speaking of veggies, Amy and I frequent the tiny Hillsboro Farmer’s Market to grab some greens and also to eat the best Mexican food I’ve had out here. While I’m there, I always notice the older guys strolling around there with their wives. I wonder to myself whether or not I’ll end up morphing into them ten to twenty years from now. These guys are all the same. Super boney with a beard. Mostly balding; shorts and sandals are mandatory. They have a grin and they don’t look worried about a damn thing. I hope I can turn into one of those dudes because they look healthy. Except that they probably are into smooth jazz and Steely Dan; which I just can’t handle no matter how hard I try.
Back soon; because coming up with this crap is easy….
