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02-09-2009, 03:45 PM
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Une petite chou
Location: With All Your Base
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mini stoned wheat thins and some chicken salad i made yesterday from leftover rotisserie chicken, a leeeetle bit of mayo, celery, green onions, yellow mustard, garlic, salt, pepper, a dash of curry powder and a little sriracha. and dill relish. can't forget that. it's yum.
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02-09-2009, 04:34 PM
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warrior bodhisattva
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Location: East-central Canada
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Veggie cheeseburger on a flatbread bun, and a cabbage salad with fig balsamic vinegar and peanut oil.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot |
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02-10-2009, 01:22 PM
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follower of the child's crusade?
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a toasted baugette with cream cheese and a little black pepper on top.
But you should have seen the meal I made myself last night... a curry (of sorts) that was so hot I had to take my shirt of when I ate it. I started off by boiling some rice with a chopped onion, lots of soy sauce, a chicken stock cube, and lots of chilli powder. Then in a pan I simmered some chopped tomato, some tomato ketchup, a bit of smoked fish, some basil, some garlic, and lots of chilli powder. After the rice was boiled I drained the water off and poured it into the tomato sauce with some more soy sauce and some hot sauce, simmered it a bit more. Oh boy that was hot!
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02-10-2009, 10:40 PM
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Hi floor! Make me a samwich.
Location: Ontario (in the stray cat complex)
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Tonight was my late night in class so we had baked potatoes with a variety of toppings; broccoli, shredded cheese, sour cream, and salsa. Mmmm sometimes there's nothing better than a simple baked potato!
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02-11-2009, 10:35 AM
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Location: Some where in Southern California
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Oh, the simple joy of peanut butter and a spoon
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02-11-2009, 07:56 PM
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Hi floor! Make me a samwich.
Location: Ontario (in the stray cat complex)
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Tonights meal was three cheese tortellini with spinach, mushrooms, and shrimp. It was pretty great!
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02-12-2009, 04:16 AM
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warrior bodhisattva
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Location: East-central Canada
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Banana, blueberry, cocoa protein shake, and 12-grain toast with avocado, paprika, and cayenne.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot |
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02-12-2009, 08:47 AM
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Kick Ass Kunoichi
Location: Oregon
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02-13-2009, 01:42 AM
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Master Thief. Master Criminal. Masturbator.
Location: Windiwana
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pot roast and biscuits.
tender.
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02-13-2009, 12:47 PM
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Location: Some where in Southern California
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Jack cheese goes really well with white rice
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip." Roger Zelazny |
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02-17-2009, 09:55 AM
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Location: Some where in Southern California
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Spaghetti-Os and turkey
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip." Roger Zelazny |
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02-17-2009, 10:05 AM
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Sittin at my desk eatin cardamom cake, with add shot Frappacino light. Its 10a and Im leavin at noon to go hear the offspring of Carly Simon/James Taylor (Ben Taylor).
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02-17-2009, 10:07 AM
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She's Actual Size
Location: Central Republic of Where-in-the-Hell
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Just had a delicious spinach & cheese calzone... but I didn't stop to take a pic. Ah, well.
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02-18-2009, 03:35 AM
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Location: Port Elizabeth, South Africa
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wish i had some of yours WK. God knows i need it
 variety of salads from the salad bar from the Spar down the road. actually took a walk there to get it! WOW!!! its shit far!
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02-18-2009, 06:50 PM
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Location: East-central Canada
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Quote:
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing? —Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön Humankind cannot bear very much reality. —From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot |
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02-19-2009, 11:58 AM
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cheese on toast
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02-20-2009, 06:12 AM
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Leaning against the -Sun-
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Location: on the other side
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salted boiled cod, with boiled potato, broccoli, egg, and carrot, with a dressing of olive oil and vinegar, minced raw onion and parsley. Typical portuguese dish...yummy stuff!
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Whether we write or speak or do but look We are ever unapparent. What we are Cannot be transfused into word or book. Our soul from us is infinitely far. However much we give our thoughts the will To be our soul and gesture it abroad, Our hearts are incommunicable still. In what we show ourselves we are ignored. The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged By any skill of thought or trick of seeming. Unto our very selves we are abridged When we would utter to our thought our being. We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams, And each to each other dreams of others' dreams. Fernando Pessoa, 1918 |
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