homely.

the woodsly goodness is a great place,
and it feels good to be back home.
the thing is-
coming back to a patch of steep stones
and peeling paint isn't so bad,
but the long stretch of nothing happening all the way up
to this isolated mountain vale reminds me of
just how far away from everything we all are up here.
that's a hard style.
because,
for all the weak sauce lameness of everywhere else,
there's an awful lot of all that awful,
and too much isn't usually a bad thing.
ugh.
i dunno, duders.
the cold cold emptiness of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress
gets to me every once in a great while.
especially after packing in so big action in such a short time
in the southern sections of urban sprawling new england.
mmmhmmm.
the easter season visitation activation was in F*ing full effect.
susty's vegan weirdie spot for dinner, thursday.
expert hippie activist food magic for our faces.
that's was rad.
the pita spot for lunch friday,
with spicy super-hottness-style lebanese falafels.
the mystic marinelife aquarium
for circling sharks and fat white belugas and stringy jellyfish.
olde mistick village for a false epcot-central-style experience.
and then down into the dirty dirty depths of new haven for the really realness.
harvest & maple helped us terrorize some tofutti, emergency-style.
check the teleport:

sprankles, b!tches!!!!
because we span time the best ways we know how to.
house of chao veggie dumps for the experience?
yep.
and bagelicious white people bagels for crackery folks,
avocado and hummus on a cornbread bagel for breakfast the next day?
obvi.
when in rome, do as the romans,
and when in cheshire, get a bagel and get the heck outta there.
word up.
neighbors-
edgerton community gardens greenhouse.
that see-through canopy of warmth and wet is full of ALL the plants.
and that is what's up.
you know a giant glass building is super dope
when it has big fat old goldfish swimming in a pond in the floor.
yeah.
the peabody museum of natural history
didn't just have dinosaurs and dioramas and dead birds:

(triceratops is my favorite one)
there is also a picture of my parents' house in it.
well,
it was included in an aerial view of the july 10th, 1989 tornado that
wrecked my hometown, and their house, in a  day of double-funnel destruction.
yikes.
working up a healthy appetite looking at prehistoric hominid skulls
calls for a foray into the soups, salads, and breads,
of another ages-old nueva haven institution-
claire's corner copia,
full of townies and weirdies and creepy moms.
that's how you can be sure it's good.
they're all there, and they're all eating a lot.
y'know what goes great with a full belly?
the yale university art gallery,
AND the british art museum,
that's a whole lot of paintings, kids.
it takes up all the time just to peruse the greatest hits in those halls.
and it wrks up a whole other 'nother healthy appetite.
and that's why dinnertime took us to a casual finer dining experience
along the shoreline community of scenic salty downtown branford-
kids-
g-zen is some concept-album style high-end vegan nerdism,
with a healthy dose of neo-buddhist pretendian upcharges.
it's also pretty flippin' delicious.
really.
and when easter finally reared it's painted egghead,
we headed north to providence,
to skulk around with my ace homeboy, the cucch,
and hit up expert vegan brunchtime supershark gluttony
at the grange, where hipsters go to hug each other a whole lot \
and drink awful juice blends and eat doughnuts.
hey, some of those things are rad.
a walk around college hill,
and a stinky stump sendoff found us headed north again.
stuffed full of fun, and food,
and with fonder memories of the places and spaces we occupied,
and with appreciation and gratitude for the time we spanned.
it all really happened, friends,
and that's the whole damned point of it;
never quiet, never soft.....