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It's Wednesday, the day that I have organic produce delivered. Here's a snap of what I got today.
I loves the fruits and veggies!
Like most mornings, I got up, got ready for work, and headed downtown via bus to catch my layover by 4th and Pine. I was kinda sleepy, and drifted over to an empty park bench. I thought, at the time, that it was odd that no one wanted to take a seat here, even though there were plenty of people standing. So, I sit down, and the first thing I see is this. A small bag of...
Don't pick it up...
So I lean over, and sure enough, it's a bag of crack.
Man, someone is sure to miss that.
I got up and moved to another bench.
My grandmom gave me a charm bracelet for my birthday about 2 years ago. It was really pretty and I loved wearing it, but like all bracelets I've ever worn, it broke about 2 weeks after I got it.
It had been sitting in a drawer until I decided to get crafty today and make stitch markers out of the beads and some wire I had laying around. These particular ones fit US 5 needles.
Just recently I got a "subscription" to an online service that prodives a weekly delivery of organic produce from farmers in the area. I thought to myself, Fruit and veggies, organic, and cheap?! Hell yeah!
I had half forgotten about my purchase, when all of the sudden, the first delivery came today. I cooked the squash tonight by dicing it and frying it with some olive oil, salt, pepper, and basil, ad had a side of orzo, which was cooked in chicken stock. It was incredibly yummy.
I highly recommend the service - can be found at Pioneer Organics. This picture is what the smallest order you can get gets you.



Cleaning up my flickr gallery, and found this. Although I like the original much better than the photo, the photo has a cool dimension to it too.
There's a project in the Seattle area where bikes, painted white, are affixed to certain lightposts throughout the town to mark where a cyclist got hit by a car. Posted with the bike was the message, "A Cyclist was struck here."
Someone decided they didn't like the message of this project, and replaced that sign with this one here in Fremont, where more and more afluent yuppies have decided to take up shop.