I spent some time on the LiveJournal earlier, tagging recent phone posts (aren't phone posts amazing?), and giving them subject lines, all for me, as it's been a private journal for a few years now, and wrote an actual post, like typing on the keypad and everything, and then did what sometimes I like to do, went back in the more than ten years of archives (!) and read what I was doing on this day or near to it many moons ago, 2007 to be exact. Apparently there was a mob of Brazilian men living in the apartment below mine back then (something I prefer to forget), and they played dance mixes of top 40 tunes in the middle of the night, whilst hooting and hollering in Portuguese, and later apparently ended up fighting outside, riding the neighbor girl's little pink bicycle around the parking lot at 3:00 in the morning.
Just as I finished reading all about it, written rather eloquently, though rantily, I thought, I heard my current neighbors across the breezeway come up the stairs, also Brazilian, not that there's anything wrong with that, inherently, also shouting in Portuguese, the woman of the couple resorting to baby talk, Portuguese baby talk to what I believe is their new dog, a shih tzu looking thing I've admittedly only seen through my "peep hole".
They're not bad, these people, even if they do leave all Domino's pizza doorknob flyers on the stairs outside, and even if I do eventually pick them up though I hate cleaning after other people, because I want the stairs to be litter free.
That is all beside the point, assuming there is a point. I also read about how in 2007 someone complimented this very blog, before I deleted all the posts in a moment of "Ohmygod people are reading this thing and that freaks me out!" panic. Thursday Thirteen #3: Best of Blog for Choice This blog appeared as #3 out of 13 on that person's list. Apparently I was writing about abortion, and expressing my opinions and such. Apparently I used to do that sort of thing, publicly.
I am resurrecting this blog, or so it seems, and I don't know what I'll put here, because I don't generally want to express myself publicly. I prefer to sit back and watch others, read others, view others, link to others, and privately write what I think of others. I'm a documenter, an observer, and I prefer to hang back a bit, but here, maybe it's time to come back and express a bit. We shall see.
So, now for some photos (more fun than resurrected blog thoughts and feelings, right?)! Last week and the week before I was taking my little dog Louie to the Marietta Square Farmers Market around this time, or earlier really, but again, it's cold!
I would love to pick up some more rainbow chard, and cauliflower, broccoli, but my favorite vendor/farmer said she sells out of that good stuff before the market even opens, defensively telling me she's allowed to sell before 10:00. Harrumph. Too cold to get there at 8:00 and hope she's there unpacking. That rainbow chard... wish I'd taken a photo before I gently sauteed it with those oyster mushrooms!
Admittedly, they're expensive. Everything at the market. Is it really for wealthy, white people? I would hate to think that this new farm to table movement is exclusive, but yes, it seems to be. Am I wealthy? Decidedly not, but good food is important to me, and that is where my money is spent. Am I white? And if I am? Can I really help it?
So during this trip to the market, two weeks ago, I tried out the Instagram weekend hashtag project, #whpfromwhereistand. Hey, I thought it was pretty good, and Louie is such a sport when I pause to take pictures with my Android. Until he starts yelping, "LET'S GO ALREADY!" He can't help it, he's a dog who enjoys being on the move. And I adore his little Martha Stewart barn coat. Tail in, ears back, but it was only for a moment, he was okay, I promise.
This was my favorite in that Instagram project, but apparently no one else thought so. C'est la vie. But this was two weeks ago, and now is now. Cold out, warm in, no farmers market for me. Louie the dog is in his favorite spot, under a blanket next to me. What can I say?
Happy Caturday to one and all!
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