Friday, August 6, 2004

Today I had my first local peach of the season. It was just slightly under ripe, a bit more firm than I normally prefer, but the fragrance was too intoxicating I bit into one. What a sensation! Truly the taste of the sun, you know this fruit was on the tree until very very recently. It was so alive: the warmth of the sun light, spring rains, buzzing bees, sweet smelling flowers, all those gifts entered my body in one bite. I felt like a millionaire--what more could I possibly want? I am also happy to report that this has been a great year for farming here in the Northeast. Our hardworking farmers certainly deserve it after the disastrous few years they had in recent years. 10:23:38 PM    comment []

Friday, April 23, 2004

If you have not yet smelled Muscari, or Grape Hyacinth, you owe it to yourself. It is such a titillating smell, that of the sweetest grape, or rather, grape-flavored bubble gum. What a happy genetic coincidence that this little flower looks AND smells like grapes - or is it? Maybe the purple pigment has something to do with the smell? 3:20:53 AM    comment []

Wednesday, April 14, 2004

It's a Bad Thing I have created a new category in honor of Martha. Here is another reason god doesn't exist. (There seem to be too many signs of godlessness these days!) Sure she is not the nicest boss in the world, but her contribution to the American society is enormously underestimated. Taste is everything. Taste is what guides us through the dark chaotic jumble of pathways, many of which leading to deadends. It is a gift passed down in a chain of DNA unbroken for millions of years. Of course the problem arises when we feel the need to decide who the authoriy should be, but Martha is a rare figure who united people of different socio-economic classes to come to a consensus about what to eat for dinner and how to paint easter eggs. I'm not saying that her taste is the best the human has to offer, but she collectively raised the standard of American households, and that is huge. More than anything, she urged her fans to pay attention, take a step further, and to be proud. She could do this because she had so much idiosyncrasy and incongruency about her, which made her so fake that she was so real. But for that to play out to this degree is a tragedy of a Shakespearian scale. These beautiful French Tulips were a gift for my opening from Agnes and Dan, who are opening the Village Tea Room in New Paltz. They've got taste! 9:35:54 PM    comment []

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