a lot of hindus come to this country hating muslims and vote for dogand prump because he’s a muslim hater. friends look at me. look me in the eyes. let me tell you this. fuck you.

when I die remember me like this whoever he is

my attitude towards dealing with black bears has changed a lot in the past three years since we bought the cabin. back then we were hesitantly throwing paint brushes at a bear from behind a partially closed door trying to prevent him from destroying the bird feeders. eventually setting off the car alarm worked to scare him even though it made him crash straight through our fence. today I wait proudly for a bear to appear so I can extend myself to my fullest height, make loud noises and make him fear for his life according to mother nature’s rules. the fence however will still be crashed through. neither I nor mother nature can control this. whatever. it’s an ugly fucking fence.

black people felt sad and they invented blues music. white people felt sad and they voted for a narcissistic mentally incapacitated fascist as president

a robin couple has built a nest outside our cabin bathroom window and when we showed up for the weekend they were all who the fuck are you get the fuck out of here. guys sign the closing documents and start paying the mortgage, property tax and HOA fees and then we’ll leave

is this enough wood and beer for a long weekend? only time will tell

for once the bear has emptied my bird feeders without destroying them. someone’s learnt how to practise sustainable feeder harvesting techniques

at an outdoor brewery some kid is sitting alone in my vicinity crying and some dude is staring at me accusingly like I’m his dad. bro this kid is white bread and I’m a whole wheat chapati

weekly zoom meeting with boss

boss: are you indoors? i dont hear birds

me: yes unfortunately its raining

boss: oh okay

me: do you want me to reschedule

boss: no its okay i’ll manage

i would go one step further and submit that instead of teachers only employ self defense instructors in school after all how much math do you need to know to teach kids 2+2=disco

I hope when Americans go to vote in 2022 the single issue on their agenda is whether they want Mitch McConnell to be in charge of the senate when justice Thomas dies from pneumonia of the dickhole

all the pundits keep saying democrats are gonna be trashed in the mid terms but just watching the level of civic activism going on in the suburbs which is only going to increase as we get closer to november there’s a good chance 2022 upsets the conventional narrative the same way 2020 did

nobody:

science: alcohol is actually worse for you than previously believed

gun manufacturers fund and run the entire gop but please continue with your “democratic party is the lesser of two evils” clown show

spring is Saturday farmers market season in Lansdale, my little suburban Philly hometown. farmers market season is cooking season. every ingredient I use to cook while the farmers market is open is a story in itself, a story about the people who sell it to me and therefore part of the story of my life.

today I grilled a Delmonico steak, medium rare with a side of sauteed asparagus, exotic mushroom blend and chopped minutina drizzled at the last minute with a wild onion ramp pesto. here are the observed stories of the people who provided these ingredients to me.

the Delmonico steak is from windy springs, a local family operated farm. it’s basically a bunch of brothers and sisters with the eldest sister bossing her siblings around. they sell a lot of produce but more importantly, they also sell the best quality beef in the area. ever since I tasted their beef I have never ever purchased beef at a grocery store ever. and I make sure to let them know this every Saturday morning when I’m buying their steak, brisket or short ribs.

the sauteed asparagus minutina and mushrooms. the asparagus was from Mickley’s orchard, a local farm. you have to come real early to this stall because that asparagus is gone in an hour. and when okra is in season that bad boy is gone too. the other day the lady in front of me in the line was scolding her kid for picking up an apple from their basket and eating it before she had paid for it. the cashier is all, no worries, every kid gets a free apple. me: that explains why every damn kid here is wandering around chewing on a half eaten apple.

The minutina is from kimberton, a local csa, the first one in Pennsylvania. this is where I go to get all my greens. my swiss chard, my kale, my dandelion greens, my arugula and later in the season my various hot peppers shishito and habaneros. this is when I get into a long conversation with both my guys at the stall about hot peppers and their culinary applications. but right now, I have minutina, a green that, when sauteed with the right hot stuff, is the bomb.

the hot stuff: wild onion ramp pesto and the mushrooms. the ramps and mushrooms were provided by my mushroom man from mainly mushrooms. every time I meet my mushroom man at the farmers market we chat about the birds we’re seeing in our backyard. his wife was a birder. she passed away a couple of years ago. back when she accompanied him at the mushroom stall, while my mushroom man did the mushroom selling, me and mrs mushroom used to talk bird, chatting about the migrating warblers and orioles and blue birds. the status of our backyard feeders. our latest bird sightings. bucks county vs montgomery county. now it’s up to mr mushroom to carry her torch and both talk bird and do the selling of the mushrooms. and ramps. and fiddleheads. and garlic scapes. nowadays he has a friend to help him, a philadelphia eagles fan with whom I discuss a different kind of bird in August and September on the cusp of NFL season, desperately trying not to hug the panic (or hope) out of each other.

the olive oil for the pesto comes from my Mediterranean friend operating Mediterranean delicacies. I’ve been buying olive oil and zaatar and harissa from my man from Tunisia for the past few years. this year I was a bit confused seeing a woman at his stall. by the way this olive oil is divine. it’s so flavorful that I’ve watched white people taste it and walk away grimacing, complaining that it has “too much flavor”. ok sir. are you sure you’re not lost, the mass produced olive oil aisle is three miles away to the east. anyways, I asked the woman at the stall, how’s your father doing, I was looking forward to meeting him. “oh he’s my husband”. I had to take a moment to reflect on whether I had complimented or insulted her.

she had a batch of harissa, her own recipe that needed tasting. I tasted it and it was really good. there was a smoky aspect to it that I wanted to inquire about but I did not want to appear like a recipe thief. I told her this is way better than the harissa your husband was selling last year. she’s like, yes my husband is a good cook but there’s only one best cook in a family.

I’ve been eating that harissa from that jar with a spoon like a maniac. looking forward to buying more this weekend.

wife: the Indian girl from the corner townhouse gave me an Indian dessert. it’s weird looking crunchy and juicy

me: is it tubular? it’s probably a jalebi

wife: no it looks like a strange cookie

we get home

me: in certain states this would be considered perjury

guy at the bar drinking a peach wit: so did they use peaches from Georgia to make this

bartender: I don’t know man I’m just a person

it’s amazing how little I’m exposed to toxic performative riff raff from both the left and the right now that I’m not on Twitter. do these people even exist anymore these schroedingers assholes

getting so many side effects from the second booster that I don’t know if I have booster side effects or covid

“Americans love guns more than they love their kids”. actually no, white Americans love white supremacism more than they love anything else in the world. this is why most white Americans are pro gun regulation, pro choice, pro LGBTQ rights, pro almost every liberal platform policy other than immigration but keep voting for Republicans only because empowering minorities scares them.

trump must be fucking terrified of the January 6 hearings. also I like how the select committee is leaking these choice tidbits to get people interested in watching them.

some people like to call the democratic party the lesser of two evils. this is what an actual lesser of two evils looks like for those who aren’t privileged enough to have that kind of luxury

got my second booster today. gonna keep getting them until I can lift a car

spring beech patch. love that blinding green spring beech patch on a trail

the next few months: the Jan 6 hearings, The DOJs actions in response and the country’s response to those actions are going to determine whether America survives as a functional democracy