1) The lemon balm and mint I had last year are sprouting leaves in my back porch planter. I wasn't expecting anything to come back, since I was pretty sure my back porch was deadly for plants. Hooray for being lazy and not pulling things up when they died back last year! (I also have a giant mango seed I want to try to germinate, but I kind of doubt that's going to work out at all.)
2) I have this idea that involves zombies and lately it's been like each brain cell that's thinking of zombies is infecting the nearest cells as well. Within a few days I think my brain will be producing nothing but thoughts about zombies. Oh well.
3) I keep thinking it's Friday because of catastrophic failure at work. My brain has just decided that this week is over, whether the inexorable march of time agrees or not.
4) It seems like another migration to Dreamwidth is underway. I'm probably not going to give up until LJ dies completely (or at least until something other than [community profile] scans_daily shows up on my reading page). But, should we all disappear here, I'm still [personal profile] evilhippo over there. (And I have two invite codes, should anyone need them.)
5) I keep wanting to rewrite my entry from last night so I can compare my 1am style to my 10pm style but... I think I probably have enough writing to do. (There's so much stuff that's missing! But I'm pretty sure you'll all live just fine without extra information about what John Darnielle was wearing and exactly how many people were playing the piano during the encore.)
evilhippo: hippo (10 [wee])
( Jun. 10th, 2009 06:09 pm)
Guys, look what I found today!

Shamefully, I giggled. But it's so wee and adorable. Awww, I can't wait to eat it. Also, my scarlet runner beans are close to flowering! And my pepper plants are finally getting bigger, now that some of the sunflowers near them met their untimely end by my roommate's foot.
Because someone indirectly asked, I present to you: Back Porch Garden Progress!

The pictures start there. There aren't many, because some of my plants are in a bit of a non-pretty phase and I just transplanted a lot of stuff into one of my hanging baskets (and then I RAN OUT OF DIRT. Stupid dirt). But you get the gist of it. This photo also now includes the bonus story of my dad having manure delivered to the house.

(Also, guys, CitiMortgage has achieved new levels of stupid that I didn't even think existed.)
evilhippo: hippo (49 [truth])
( Apr. 30th, 2009 06:14 pm)
Today after work, when I walked out onto my back porch to observe my kingdom array of potted plants, I couldn't stop the gleeful shout of "Beans!" before it escaped my lips. This morning, there were no beans. This afternoon, there were five.

Beans! Yay, beans!

evilhippo: hippo (5 [hehehe])
( Apr. 23rd, 2009 06:41 pm)
Goshdarnit, [livejournal.com profile] deathscytheheck, I just carried 40 pounds of dirt a mile uphill both ways yesterday and NOW I have to go get more!


Also, my foxglove sprouted today. I'm incredibly happy, because it's supposed to be planted at the end of the season so it can sit around an think for a while, I guess, so I didn't expect it to come up. But now I will sing bits of the Hazards of Love to it to make it happy.

I promise eventually all this garden-related spam will trickle off, once everything is outside and it becomes a chore to water the ridiculous number of plants I will no doubt have if all these seeds come up. Three kinds of beans, onions, peas, a billion types of tomatoes, various and sundry greens, beets, carrots, mint, lemon balm, basil, poppies, foxglove, sunflowers... ... I think maybe I have a problem. But I can quit planting things any time. Really.

By mid-summer, I think I'll invite everyone over for salad. Which I promise won't contain foxglove.

Edit: ... I wonder how my landlord would feel about a cranberry bog.
Profile and introductions to various writerly activities still not written. I'll get around to this after I've burnt away more of this anger at my stupid alma mater. Until then... I have some more pictures of my lovely window garden now. My peas have gotten huge. And I have a tiiiiiiiny tomato sprout, finally. Along with more sunflowers and basil than I'll probably know what to do with. (And a stormtrooper poaching elephants.) By the way, that sweet potato? I bought it for Thanksgiving.

Aaaand since I have nothing else useful to say, here is a meme via [livejournal.com profile] flutingfrenzy.

Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

Chicago )
live music )
mandolin )
Hughes )
evilhippo: hippo (37 [listening])
( Apr. 18th, 2009 08:08 pm)
I came home today to an entire pot of peas standing about an inch and a half tall, all stretching towards my window. I think maybe if the weather holds this week, I'll start putting them out in the morning and bringing them in at night.

Friday night through this morning was a pretty crazy blur. I was up until well after midnight last night working on volunteer schedules for the state DI tournament, then I got up at 5:30 to get to the tournament. And the rest of the morning and afternoon was spent appraising teams. And there were some that I knew from regionals that had made huge improvements on their skits. I was very happy, and quite impressed. I was kind of sad for them, though, that their structures didn't work any better, especially since it's the vast majority of their score.

I also got to take a walk around suburbia with a teacher who adopted me for a few hours after we were done, before my train got in. She talked about all the neighbors, and the new developers building million-dollar homes, the Yuppies and the old families that had been there forever, and she talked about how great it is to be a teacher. Which is good, because I had spent most of Friday night and Saturday realizing that the idea of working in a school for years and years kind of weirds me out on a basic level. Maybe it's the suburban school thing. But I just can't imagine having to sit in a teacher's lounge for lunch, with postage-stamp houses all around and... and parents. Maybe I should teach in an urban public school and just have my soul crushed. In a more urban, nihilistic way. Unfortunately, this doesn't get me any closer to A Plan. I think it's time for me to start seriously researching grad school, though. I'm still just as stuck between going for some sort of publishing thing, or getting a masters in something+education. I'm actually leaning more towards publishing in some form, because I'm finally starting to feel like I'm in an okay enough place with myself to actually communicate with people and make connections and actually get somewhere. If I do go back to school, I aim to get much more out of it, people-wise, than I did out of college. (Though failing to do that would be pretty hard.) I'd really like to be in the sort of Editor position that'd let me pick out people I actually like and give them a leg up.

I got a lot of thinking done on the train back, but most of it was about musical experiments, and whether to take mandolin lessons without a mandolin. Goshdarn my lack of focus. And goshdarn you, Teach Abroad Plan, for letting me down in my Try Things Out experiment.
evilhippo: hippo (10 [wee])
( Apr. 16th, 2009 06:58 pm)
Guys! Guess what I came home to today! My passport, which came in like, three weeks. What the heck government... is this efficiency?! I mean, seriously, what is this, some kind of socialist nation? Or are you just spiting me because I'm not going anywhere? SEEDLINGS! Those are my baaaaaby peas. I also have a few sunflowers poking up in another pot, and a basil sprout that's so small I can't get my camera to focus on it (I'm worried the rest of the basil is a little too deep, but hopefully it'll be tough and come up anyway). This gives me hope that in a few more days, my front-room seeds should be waking up, too. And it also makes me want to go get more seeds. I guess I know what I'm doing Sunday.


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