Campus Martius

[...] ?  Yesterday I woke up and I had no desire to engage the world at all, but today I was a total fiend for it all.  And tomorrow, who knows? My kale and spinach and radishes have germinated [...]

[...] A friend of mine in the UK is a total fiend for pop music, and occasionally hosts a drunken online DJ session. I have found more great new [...]

[...] alcanzar, tú me quisieras lo mismo que veinte años atrás. Con qué tristeza miramos un amor que se nos va Es un pedazo del alma que se arranca sin piedad [...]

Yes, I'm still alive :) ¿Qué te importa que te ame, si tú no me quieres ya? El amor que ya ha pasado no se debe recordar Fui la ilusión de tu vi [...]

[...] A friend of mine in the UK is a total fiend for pop music, and occasionally hosts a drunken online DJ session. I have found more great new music through him in the last year than I did in the [...]

[...] I'm up late tonight, but clutching a text of my favorite author, Jorge Luis Borges, before I go to sleep.  A quote of his once changed my life: Truly fine poetry must be read [...]

[...] -planted, hooped, and covered the first of the raised garden beds for 2012. Radishes, arugula, asian spinach, and kale. The other half is for staggered plantings of the same. I found two wire worms, [...]

[...] the saved bounty from the garden, and planning the next year's. That corn, up there, is heirloom hopi blue corn.  This is the first year that I'll actually have a crop, since the deer have destroyed [...]

[...] exactly what I crave ~ Fake it 'til you make it. FB is therapy in a way. Well, that and mind-numbing sudoku puzzles. That from someone I love dearly, and have been remiss keeping up with. I am taking [...]

[...] I had lying around (the dirt ran out, hence the half-filling). So I bought several bags of organic topsoil and compost, and finished the job, along with some bonemeal and mineral goodness. Turn the [...]

[...] ya, Hoy represento al pasado, no me puedo conformar. Si las cosas que uno quiere se pudieran alcanzar, tú me quisieras lo mismo que veinte años atrás. Con qué tristeza miramos un amor [...]