World Carrot Museum

Image courtesy of Sura Nualpradid / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Image courtesy of Sura Nualpradid / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Hi Folks!  I’ve been off in dissertation land.  It is a dismal and terrifying place, in case you wondered! (Have I mentioned that I’m prone to a tiny bit of hyperbole?)  Anyway, I’m sorry that I’ve been neglecting this space.  In my recent non-productive procrastination via google, I found the  World Carrot Museum in the UK!  The what?  Yes… that is what I said.

Ok, really it’s a virtual museum, but I got completely excited about the possibility.  Truth be told, updating would do the page good, but it is packed with all kinds of great carrot information.  My particularly favorite section is “Carrots in Fine Art Works.”

My search was inspired by my own lentil carrot salad, which I will post sometime in the near future.  The salad has become a summer staple in my house.

How to Live to 100 with Jason Wrobel on The Cooking Channel

The May-June 2014 Issue of Vegan Health & Fitness Magazine features the show.

The May-June 2014 Issue of Vegan Health & Fitness Magazine features the show.

Thanks to my new issue of Vegan Health & FitnessI learned about the new vegan cooking show on The Cooking Channel:  How to Live to 100 with Jason Wrobel.  It makes me ALMOST want to have cable… almost.  The show’s website has vids and recipes, though, which I plan to spend a lot more time exploring.  Yay for more vegan choices, ideas, and instructions!!!

 

More Intermission Poetry – Rumi-fied!

Ode 1957: An intellectual

An intellectual is all the time showing off.

Lovers dissolve and become bewildered.

Intellectuals try not to drown,
while the whole purpose of loves
is drowning.

Intellectual invent
ways to rest, and then lie down~
in those beds.

Lovers feel ashamed
of comforting ideas.

You’ve seen a glob
of oil on water? That’s how a lover 
sits with intellectuals, there, but alone
in a circle of himself.

Some intellectual
tries to give sound advice to a lover.

All he hears back is, I love you.

I love you.

Love is musk. Don’t deny it
when you smell the scent!

Love is a tree.

Lovers, the shade of the long branches.

To the intellectual mind, a child must learn
to grow up and be adult.

In the station of love,
you see old men getting younger and younger.

Shams chose to live low in the roots
for you. So now, he soars in the air
as you sublimely articulating love! 

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi