hijacked no more

i have re-gained control of my day, thanks to frida khalo, a new yoga class, and miracle of miracles, spending less than 10 dollars and only buying what i intended to buy at seward co-op.

seward is letting all former north country members join for free, which is a very kind gesture. i still feel like it is more of a step-co-op. we still don't quite know what to do with each other, and awkward jokes aren't helping much.

here's a video.


it reminded me of part of a photography exhibit phil and i saw at the kulturhuset (culturehouse) in stockholm. noyuboshi araki took photos of 101 japanese women ages 0-100.

the kulturhuset is very cool. every city should have one... free art, coffee shops, libraries, theaters, teen art center, old man chess hangout space, all in one.

i like coincidences like that. like yesterday while we made pancakes and eggs about i tip i had read on smittenkitchen.com for making your own buttermilk from milk and vinegar or lemon juice, which would be handy for me since i never use the whole carton if i buy some for a recipe. then, just a few hours later, a character in the book i am reading (yiddish policeman's union,) offered someone a waffle. (i am paraphrasing here) he asked, "what kind?" "buttermilk," she said. "real or milk and vinegar?" he shot back.

whoa.

okay, here it is, 8:02. i really should be working on the portfolio now.