Pretty much everything is in the ground. Got a bunch of little corn fields, all Silver Queen, a sweet white and extremely tender morsel (Ferry Morse Seed Co.).
I din't plant much as seeds though, mostly got seedlings from the farmers market at borough hall tuesdays and thursdays here in rainy Brooklyn. Eggplant, zucchini, many tomatoes, lots of herbs, cucumber, several types of peppers, lots of broccoli, some celery.
The sky is white right now, not encouraging, and the corn patches look a lot like dirt. Potential energy is such a barometric pressure. I can hardly stand up from it. Soon though, the corn will be as low as an elephant's toe to quote someone, maybe Roz Chast?, and later, as high as an elephant's stoner sister, Snoop Ellie-El.
Just keep your eye on the picture on the seed envelope. Corn! Extremely tender! If you find yourself saying to the seed packet, "What if I like it rough?", you may be stuck in winter. Or yetter bet, since we live in the future, just watch the magic of germination on youtube.
I lifted the video off one of the great freethinkers blogs Pharyngul, by PZ Myers. It's great you should go check it out.
So what else? The Poetry Brothel was sublimer than usual even. Sun is supposed to be out tomorrow and the next day, but then rain all weekend.
A video of one of my talks went up online yesterday. I just manned up and watched it, and it's pretty entertaining I think, in part because I'm getting an award here, Freethought Heroine of 2009, (that's right, I'm heroin) and this is the Freedom From Religion Foundation in Seattle giving me the award at their big yearly meeting, and what I say assumes everyone in my audience is a coirreligionist. I normally don't speak quite that way. Also hilarious is that my glasses keep falling down and i push them back up every five seconds here. Hard to watch! I got new ones since then and I rarely touch them, I swear! it's not a tic! Oh and I mention Reagan because Ron had just spoken and he told us he dropped God early, by age 12 or so.
Alright I feel sort of odd, I'm going to go for a walk or or a nap or a napwalk or something.
DKY (seriously, don't)