Choco-Russian-French toast.

The other day Olive brought home some chocolate sour dough bread from a Russian market.
I decided to try it today betwixt gigs.

Here I'm saturating it with cauterized chicken menses. Chocolate, Russian, French toast.


Scrumptious.
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Meanwhile...this kid auditioned for our gang.

Sorry kid, too small. We would like to see a lot more of you. 

Like literally double your size a few times and try again, 

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new digs debrief

It's interesting adjusting to our move from the old place. We spent many year directly in harms way. Living by the Safeway bottle return was no picnic but it was all we knew for almost 10 years.
It didn't start that way.
We used to have a vibrant community.
Then most of our neighbors were classed out.
Now all that was left were the new middleclass folks and the chronically desperate.
 We felt compelled to help the people as much as we could but then withdrew when it got really bad.
 Now we have to understand how not to always have the heightened sense of awareness.
The new place offers safty, comfort, we can actually see the stars and have a yard.
But in our heads we are still by the bottle return.
Hope this survivor's guilt fades soon.
An odd side effect of the new place: sleeping.
We used to only sleep a few hours a night but now in the relative safety of our new place, we found ourselves sleeping in and actually being late for gigs. Oops better not get complacent.

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We like taking romantic walks

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We moved away from all my coffee haunts.

It was decided that I need to get a coffee pot for me to make it my-damn-self.
I used to have the standard Portland hook-up where it was free.
We don't do many cafe gigs anymore so it was time. I'm afraid we over-fixed the problem though.

I got this mocha-pot from Village Merchant.
It works...too well. In the cafe i get 20 oz.and a refill.
Now it's wide open.
The coffee that this instrument makes is A-Frikkin-mazing and flows all day.
I keep returning to the light like a bug.
This morning I've have had so much coffee that I can now summon humming birds with my mind.
Too much of a good thing.
I'm doing a baking project to help rid myself of the superfluous birdies
...seems like the correct tweetment.

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Meanwhile...we did late night radio comedy on KBOO WOOHOO!