kate and katie of farmgirl organics.
wednesday and saturday at the lincoln park green city market, chicago.
bi-weekly c.s.a.
farmgirlorganics at gmail dot com
773.414.6552
32400 north harris road
grayslake, il 60030

some things, an update of sorts:

-i have a new monitor that is big and flat, not that 800×600 pixel labtop that is becoming a dinosaur in today’s internet-viewing experience. there’s so much room now on this website… so much more open space.

-this web journal has 3,032 comments held in queue for moderation. i have to browse through them all so i can delete the 3,031 3,032 spam messages and find the needle in the haystack. (p.s: send me an email if you want to give me a message.)

-i work three jobs, seven a.m. to midnight usually, and currently only take sunday to sleep in and take stroll in the park. but if you know me, you know i break rules and lack discipline, so yes, i still go to work late because i make pancakes for breakfast. really, i need to live in the country and heard sheep and grow vegetables. this city life of schedules, deadlines, and obligations just isn’t for me. all you naysayers and schedule-keepers will just have to keep your comments to yourself.

-a cell phone sits in my pocket most of the time and it has ruined my life. call me sometime. 7735044902.

-i miss everyone. yes, you. i’ve caused scars with careless loves and i will always live with those reminders. if you think i’ve forgotten about you, think again. i miss you. i remember my dream as a child, the one where my family is my community, and i am in love with a beautiful person and we are companions in this confusing existence of life. love is tricky and painful; it is stubborn and fights back like the weeds. but it also flourishes like the garden when you give patience and soft whispers to it’s stems and leaves, it’s soul. remind yourself to be patient.

i love you all. when i am healthy, letters will come pouring out. send me your address if it has changed.
me? pobox1357chicagoillinois60690.

(originally: we can expect the unexpected.)

 
i don’t own anything.
    and if i love something, i’ll ask myself: do you love unconditionally, with only positive expectations and well being? do i allow room, space, time? if this is eternal (or rather, without boundaries of time), there is a lifetime ahead, a lifetime that cannot be predicted or foreseen. there exists only my belief and *hope* that in fifty years, this same love will be present, more huge and super-magnificent than ever imagined; isn’t that what the cycles of time bring? especially with understanding.

i understand that there are more important things than right now. i am mostly scared of trust, and how much weight we put on trust. is there a way to keep the weight of expectations off, but still have the confidence? i guess confidence is what solitude learns us as humans.

i am part of a small group building the foundation to a west-side chicago cooperative and you are invited to be a part of it. projects include:
    - a living/working/project space for 10-20 people.
    - construction workers’ cooperative.
    - food cooperative and urban agricuture.
    - community aid.
location will be somewhere on the greater west-side area.

you can see our somewhat disorganized notes on our wiki:
        bbq.twenty12rice.com

please write me if you have questions or are interested.