This is Miss M. We are new pals, and she loves the cat. We hang out a couple of days a week and do girl stuff. You know, like play with small animal toys, jump around on gym mats, run around the house hiding from monsters, and drink hot cocoa or coffee. Yeah, she's awesome.
25 March 2008
24 March 2008
Atlanta's worth - a work in progress
I find myself ofter saying "When I leave Atlanta I'll miss ______ the most." Perhaps it's worth concentrating on loving these things while I'm here. This will be an ongoing list, but perhaps visitors or unexperienced Atlantans will find this worth their time.
First up,
(Your) Dekalb Farmers Market.
despite the explicitly stated "No photography" signs, I have managed to find a dozen or so on flickr from others...
The house I've been living in this past year has been the closest I've ever lived to DFM, and it's proven to be a blessing and a curse. Never have I spent so much money on food in my life, yet if I had to choose a place to do it, this would be it. Their hot bar includes foods from all over, from fried chicken to "Indian spiced chickpeas." The labels for the international foods have been dumbed down for the Atlanta public, which usually creates the feeling of mystery food, but rarely have I been disappointed, especially when a pound of food rings up as $3.99.
David often remarks how my hair tends to soak up the "DFM smell"... it's unmistakable. And oftentimes you'll find the bakery products to soak up the same smells, but it's a little endearing, right? Alas, it keeps me coming back for the single orders of Celray and their vegetable samosas.
First up,
(Your) Dekalb Farmers Market.
despite the explicitly stated "No photography" signs, I have managed to find a dozen or so on flickr from others...
The house I've been living in this past year has been the closest I've ever lived to DFM, and it's proven to be a blessing and a curse. Never have I spent so much money on food in my life, yet if I had to choose a place to do it, this would be it. Their hot bar includes foods from all over, from fried chicken to "Indian spiced chickpeas." The labels for the international foods have been dumbed down for the Atlanta public, which usually creates the feeling of mystery food, but rarely have I been disappointed, especially when a pound of food rings up as $3.99.
David often remarks how my hair tends to soak up the "DFM smell"... it's unmistakable. And oftentimes you'll find the bakery products to soak up the same smells, but it's a little endearing, right? Alas, it keeps me coming back for the single orders of Celray and their vegetable samosas.
17 March 2008
the wind left us with memories
The weekend's events held mixed emotions. Atlanta was simultaneously presented with the best and worst of things, which each have a habit of revealing what's really underneath.
It started fine with beautiful weather and the arrival of Counter Culture's guests James and Annette for a weekend of talks, drinks, and food. Their presence attracted coffee people from across the lands, including the Rue's du Volta from way down south. We all gathered for an evening of debauchery and throwdowns when Atlanta was struck by natural disaster and suddenly the city fell apart. Octane survived, our house survived, my friends and family are fine, too, but we certainly felt the grip of death as the sun rose to reveal our misfortunes.
above: my roommate's car
above: a local landmark, both before the damage and after
of course, while this was going down (pun intended), so was this:
Both events seem to pull us together in different ways. The James Hoffmann event gave a chance for coffee people to gather and converse, yet it was impossible to ignore the presence of the storm across the days after (including now). It takes almost twice as long to get to work now that my main route has been quickly snipped in the middle as I used to drive just by the CNN center... Even driving from Dave's, which is just behind CNN and the Dome and significantly closer to Octane, leaves me driving strange routes and double-backing when the roads I found open in the morning are closed by nightfall.
You can even see the holes in the Westin panes from Octane. Erie, to say the least.
It started fine with beautiful weather and the arrival of Counter Culture's guests James and Annette for a weekend of talks, drinks, and food. Their presence attracted coffee people from across the lands, including the Rue's du Volta from way down south. We all gathered for an evening of debauchery and throwdowns when Atlanta was struck by natural disaster and suddenly the city fell apart. Octane survived, our house survived, my friends and family are fine, too, but we certainly felt the grip of death as the sun rose to reveal our misfortunes.
above: my roommate's car
above: a local landmark, both before the damage and after
of course, while this was going down (pun intended), so was this:
Both events seem to pull us together in different ways. The James Hoffmann event gave a chance for coffee people to gather and converse, yet it was impossible to ignore the presence of the storm across the days after (including now). It takes almost twice as long to get to work now that my main route has been quickly snipped in the middle as I used to drive just by the CNN center... Even driving from Dave's, which is just behind CNN and the Dome and significantly closer to Octane, leaves me driving strange routes and double-backing when the roads I found open in the morning are closed by nightfall.
You can even see the holes in the Westin panes from Octane. Erie, to say the least.
10 March 2008
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