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1. Sheila Ryan on March 29th, 2008 at 4:00 pm

   Oh, The Crushinator’s pal, and The Crushinator, they know where the good stuff’s at!

2. Alek Lindus on March 30th, 2008 at 12:35 am

   thanks India, enjoyed the photography muchly

3. Sheila Ryan on March 30th, 2008 at 4:14 pm

   The photographs of the ama (and other Onjuku scenes) put me in that awful melancholy funk I get into now and again, but I don’t regret your having posted the link. The images are haunting, and as I look at them the soundtrack in my head plays Robert Wyatt’s great “Shipbuilding”.

   With all the will in the world
   Diving for dear life
   When we could be diving for pearls

4. Rick Neece on March 30th, 2008 at 4:29 pm

   Perhaps the pearl of great price for which we dive is life?

5. India on March 30th, 2008 at 4:37 pm

   Whoa. You guys are getting all heavy on me.

   I was considering these photos a purely hedonistic offering.

6. Sheila Ryan on March 30th, 2008 at 5:00 pm

   And that’s how I saw them at first (and still do)! The heavy-shit layer is something I tend to spread come Sunday evening.

7. Rick Neece on March 30th, 2008 at 5:56 pm

   There is something about a Sunday evening. Today we purposely missed church. I’d been meaning, for weeks now, to finish our personal bookkeeping and get it to the accountant to get our taxes done. Well, finally, today, I finished 2007, to the best of my ability. It’s like putting on clean underpants! Still there’s tomorrow morning and all the stuff that comes with it at work. Years ago, my best friend Stephen, who was a roommate for a time, would spend Sundays catching up on periodicals, New Yorker, NYTimes, others, and writing (handwriting!) letters. Toward dusk, he would “dive” into sadness and depression, “wrecked” by the coming of the end of the day, and the coming of the next day with its “duty.”

   Back then, I didn’t understand for some reason. I mean, I don’t recall necessarily “looking forward” to getting back to work, but I wasn’t depressed on Sunday evenings. Now, or today at least, I think I get it.

8. Daryl Scroggins on March 30th, 2008 at 6:14 pm

   Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
   Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
   And the green wings of a cockatoo
   Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
   The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.

9. Daryl Scroggins on March 30th, 2008 at 6:21 pm

   P.S. Today we: rescued an orange kitten and named him Timmy II after the one we recently lost; planted seeds in the garden; drew chalk animals on the front walk (Mia) and colored them in; washed many clothes and sheets; made faux chicken soup and ate it with a lovely New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc (Monkey Bay) and Italian rustic rolls; and in a bit we will eat a chocolate tart I bought today at Whole Foods (where no fights broke out). Now that’s what I call a fine Sunday.

10. India on March 30th, 2008 at 6:52 pm

    “faux chicken soup”?

11. Rick Neece on March 30th, 2008 at 7:15 pm

    Just yummy, Daryl. In your word and deed.

12. Sheila Ryan on March 30th, 2008 at 8:18 pm

    It all sounds fine, especially the orange kitten — except for that “faux chicken” soup. Please don’t tell me it’s made with Ritz crackers.

13. Daryl Scroggins on March 30th, 2008 at 9:59 pm

    The fake chicken is quorn. They sell it in many forms, but the best one for chicken soup is the small quorn pieces which, when cut up, look and taste exactly like cooked chicken breast meat. The soup part has all of the things you would put in a vegetable based chicken soup: celery; onion; carrots; garlic; rice; tarragon (or the Mexican mint that tastes just like tarragon) and bay leaves. Cindy could be more exact–but I’m an expert at eating it and I can tell you–it’s good.

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