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“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.” ~ Charles Bukowski

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Blues...Across the Universe

Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Sounds of laughter shades of love are
Ringing through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
Million suns, and calls me on and on
Across the universe...

~ John Lennon

 

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Journey/Mandarin Orange Monday

The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs. ~ Wally Lamb

Here's to new adventures in 2013!

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Pako/Fiddlefern Salad

Happy New Year, foodies!  Let's start the New year with something healthy after the artery-clogging dishes we consumed during the holidays.

Here's Pako Salad that I made at home---the salted egg was inspired by the Pako Salad I had at Abe in MoA.  The fiddle-fern was blanched, mixed with tomatoes, onions, salt & pepper, a sprinkle of sugar, coconut vinegar, garnished with slices of salted egg and served chilled.  A lip smackin' appetizer!

 

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The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ...for a moment at least...that long magic moment before we wake.  Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer.  Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. ~ George R.R. Martin

Keep dreaming in 2013!

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