Bitsy Wondering Thought

Concept2 holiday challenge:
erg 200,000 meters in 27 days
7,407 meters per day
35-40 minutes
I suppose I could manage 7.5K everyday but I get so bored and my hands get so slippery it makes me want to quit after about 20 minutes. Plus I might not have a training partner because Dad's forearm muscles are ouchy and erging makes them even ouchier!
It would be super good for me, though, and it would feel fantastic.
SO, if erging 7.5K becomes less of a chore between now and November I think I'll do it, but if it stays a drag I will have to rethink my winter exercise plan.
Any thoughts, suggestions, peppy words of wiz?
Bonne Dimanche tout le dudes!

BABErshop quartet

Bonjour, mon petit poivrons!
Behold the bounty of Bellingham farmer's market numero dos! Red, purple, and yellow sweet peppers, huge leeks, rainbow chard, purple kale, a bunch of fatso carrots, a Delicata squash, 2 courgettes, local fresh chevre, cherry tomoodles, and 5 lbs. of apples!
Roasted peppers are totes in order, perhaps avec some moutarde et ail, and possibly a tarty experiment involving squash, nutmeg, and caramelized leeks? And of course cheesey apple snacks all week long (natch). There is a local dairy that makes BOSS raw milk sharp cheddar cheese that is sublime with a crispy apple. Also superb on a cracker.
At le marche there are lots of music people-- guitar/harmonica singing lady, banjo man, twisty crank accordion piano, and a young dudes barbershop quartet, although they would be better described as a BABErshop quartet. They are called Euphoria and they can frigging sing like tweety birds in a bird choir. The only slightly off-putting thing is that as I walked up they were singing a song about judgement day and other Godly matters, and the cutiest one wore a cross on a string around his neck. I suspect attempted gospel-spreading (minor bummer), or maybe they just really love singing that one song? C' est une mystere.
Sunny day, cute outfit, yummo foodie morsels, traveling (Christian?) bird boys, and a cute outfit. I know I said cute outfit twice but that is because today's outfit is doubly cute (yellow high-waisted skirt, cropped red/multi-colored stripey sweater with a boatnecky thing going on, and blue stripety espadrilles). WOO!
Bonne Samedi, tout le monde!

Fizzling soul particles + churning chi chiclets= art= life= OBVI

Hey homies, I hope life is badass as per usual in your respective locations across the globe!
THis is a super lame picture of the current 2D color + design project. The assignment is to do something with horizontal and vertical lines in black and white, which is why the drawing is in black and white (not generally the case with anything that I touch) and there are only horizontal and vertical lines (also unusual for me).
Of course you must be asking yourself "lemony cricket what the bullocks is that?!"
Not important, grasshopplets, not important-- this is, after all, art. And in true art forms it is not so much the 'what?" that matters, but the "how is this representational of the fizzling turmoil of soul particles skiterring rinkydink across the spiritual channels of the swirling cosmic abyss heretofore known as the artist's soul?"
And if any of you knew anything about me at all you would know that the chi chiclets churning about in my cosmic abyss of a soul churn in a finite and predictable pattern, and to discover said pattern all you must do simply peer into the metaphysical porthole of existence and all will become clear.





It is obviously a woven potholder.

WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!?!?!?!

SEEKING: carpenter/farmer man with fondness for dirt, Carhartt pants, and me. Those under 5'9'' sorry but you need not apply.
Extra consideration will go to those willing to sport hand-knitted, slightly wonky hats.
Professions of love preferred in banner form, ideally pulled behind an airplane, hugs perfectly acceptable as well.
To those who fit this description, for heaven's sake stop being such pantywaists and SAY SOMETHING. Or just smile at me, either/or. Much obliged.

Food in France

P.S.- My mom just sent me this, it is in at my grandparents' house in France before I served my 8 star meal to the grandies and my French language/cooking teacher and her photographer hubbie. I think it is the only picture taken in France that was not of a stuffed vole or miniature scooter :)
Le Menu--
Smoked salmon and leek tarts with fresh chevre, fresh white beans with heirloom tomato and olive oil, courgette salad, cold melon soup, and Mirabelle plum ice cream sammies with Earl Grey cookies.

First ever Saturday in Bellinghamster

I got a hat! It is reversible with buttons!
I got it at the Bellingham Farmers' market, which was WONDERFUL!!! Gorgeous vegetables and fruits and berries and food, not to mention whizbang hats and things.
I didn't just get a hat though, as that would have been counterproductive to my real goal, which was scoping out the farmer scene and cataloging all of the handsome ones into my mental filing cabinet. I also got chard, kale, beautiful cherry tomatoes, purple potatoes, some leeky leeks, lion's mane mushies (holy JEEBUS those things are so scrumptious), half a dozen eggs, a wedge of locally-made extra sharp cheddar cheese, 3 pounds of red Alkene apples, and a loaf of grainy bread. Hmm? A good haul, you say? Why yes I suppose it is, if by good you mean a total cornucopia of luscious abundance. I'm sure that's what you meant. OH! I also saw our very own Charles of the Kitchen when I was walking home on Chestnut Street! We said hi and chatted for a mo and then he went to the farmers market and I went home to cook up some of my new foodstuffs.
Excellent day so far :)
Soon we shall see what this evening has in store-- most likely multiple crazy parties, men falling all over me, and lots of dangerous drugs! CHYEA BOI!
I'll let you know how it goes :)
hugs, francois

Jardin!

oh MAN my life is not awful! Not that often, I mean, there are the occasional heavy boots, but NOT TODAY! Or YESTERDAY! Or hopefully tomorrow!
So today I talked to the lady at Whatcom CC RE: creative writing, and the nub and gist of the thing is that I am 3rd on the waiting list and will most likely get in. I went to Whatcom and filled out all necesary paperwork and saw all necesary people and baddabing baddaboom, there you go.
After that I loafed around on the interweb for a while and that made me a little blue because it just does. So I decided that, if the day was to saved from an utterly crap internet slump, endorphins were desperately needed. So I went on a run on this nice trail that goes along the water and spits you out in Fairhaven, an old and totes hip/groovy neighborhood a couple of miles south of Myrtle Street.
The running itself is fantastic and the scenery is top shelf-- the run was perfection but for the idiocy of my exercise garments and my ipod being full of things that I a. don't like or b. don't want to run to. Songs with "lullaby" in the title, for example. Hopefully all problems that can be solved.
The best part of the day was the GARDEN SPOT!!! It's a nursery not too too far away where I got, 3 terra cotta pots of varying sizes, 1 white wire hanging basket, and herbies!
2 Sweet basils
1 Red Ruffle Basil
1 Italian Oregano
2 Chives
1 Pineapple Mint
1 Golden Variagated Sage
approximately a googolplex baby leeks
I planted the biggest pot with as many leek babies as I could stuff in and still had to dig a little row in the sod to handle the overflow. I am going to get a couple more pots and some chard + dino kale seeds because I think it is not too late to direct seed them. The weather has been staying really nice and sunny so they should be OK.
Now it is time to take care of some serious business and finish the GD college applications! Freakaleek why can't they just edit their GD selves? I'm just saying.
Wish me luck (and no distractions)!
hugs to everybody,
Franny

WHOOO BABY!

I LIKE IT HERE! Bellingham, that is.
Seriously, it is green and chockablock full of trees and just urban enough to be totally hip and happening.
At the moment I am sitting in the window of Tony's coffee shop in Fairhaven, an establishment that boasts good drip coffee with plenty of foot traffic but somehow low on the hubbub factor. I believe I could gusta this very mucho indeed.
My housemates are total SWEETIEPIES! Holy mackerel what cutiepatooties. Their names are Ryan, Ben, and Megan and they are bio-chem-turned-psychology, hybrid vehicle design, and English literature majors, respectively. Megan, the English lit major, plays rugby and I suspect is a bit of a badass. I think that I can safely say that Ryan is a computer genius that likes to drink wine and clean things. Ben is a little slip of a dude that scoots around on an old yellow Honda moped, eats a lot of pasta, and hates (HATES) teddybears. Specifically teddybears of the build-a-bear variety, which I believe is why his ex-girlfriend stuffed one into a produce drawer in the refridgerator.
EVERYONE IS SO SUPER NICE and cleans up after themselves and even wipes off the top of the stove (major bonus).
My room is small but totes cozy and everything important fits in there quite nicely. The only problem is that the stupid slats in my stupid bed keeping on popping out when I try to sit or kneel on it. Hopefully 12 yards of duct tape does the trick.
In the meantime, I am sitting behind a magnifying glass and my leggings are about to fuse to my leg hairs, so I am going to go find some shade or a walk-in cooler.
Happy days in in Wishywashington! Scoobydobledig it.
Word. :)

Blobs

I was running around the lake today (I have all my best ideas running around the lake) and thought 'hey diddle diddle I should totes start a blob!' Cause heck knows how much time I spend oggling other people's blobs, mostly food blobs and crafty blobs with the inevitable annual raw foods blob binge and the short bout of triathlon blob-oggling hither and thither. So now I am starting a blob all my ownsies, about food things and craft things and farming things and running aboutsy things. COOL. So stay tuned for all those kinds of things I just mentioned, except maybe wait a couple of days because first I have to finish applying to college for about the eightieth time.
So see you around, internet pals!
cheerio, Franny