If you don't you should just do all your produce shopping there. The prices are insane as is the selection. I even got fresh Lima beans which are amazing. I just cook em for like 15 minutes in simmering water.

I can't understand this style. It makes people look so mishapen. And the "long fit" hides the "drop crotch" anyways. (e:mike) said its my own inadequadecy that makes me not understand lol.

I say add a belt and make it a dress Ms. Christie style.

So riding my bike down elmwood yesterday, I rode close to this guy who was about to cross the street. He yelled something like "Hey you there watch out with your flying carpet." I feel like he had on a light blue sweatshirt with an American flag on it but maybe I'm making that part up.

I yelled back what did you say. He said something to the effect of, "Learn to respect America or go back home to Egypt. "

Not sure how to even respond to that being a non-egyptian, non-middle eastern, Italian heritage but born in America -American citizen, I reached deep down into my inner mafia and just started yelling towards him at the top of my lungs, "I hope your fucking die, with both my middle fingers up." At that point from an outsider's perspective, I probably appeared as the insane one.

I know I should have been the bigger man and just rode on figuring its probably some crazy vet with PTSD - but I didn't - I am not much of someone to back down in a yelling or written argument.

I think we probably would have both killed each other if guns were involved - all over a case of mistaken identify which is really crazy.

I wish I could say its the first time I've been harrased for being middle eastern or Jewish. Neither of which I am.

This is what I was wearing. Levis blue jeans, wrangler brown cuorduroy cowboy shirt.

I know the coop price is by pound but it still seems insanely high.

While in Pittsburgh we visited the Mattress Factory art museum. I really enjoyed the exhibits and the layout.

The Greer Lankton piece titles "Its about me, not you" was my favorite. It had such a intensely emotional and yet terrifying feel to it. It stuck me as so sad that the artist died at age 38. Being 38 it just seems so young.

The dolls in the piece were all so carefully constructed and reconstructed and arranged. It was as though she took her whole life before her death and summed it up in a room.

I wonder what my death room would look like if I made it now. A macbook and cell phone in an otherwise barren cube?