henry* – you’re onto something, kid. y’all: meet henry. henry is in middle school and attended my “tree video” workshop today at the parks department’s “green thumb grow together” conference in the bronx. in my workshop i sweet talked kids do a five-minute free write, watching over them like a hawk to make sure their pencils didn’t cease spewing the prodigal stuff of dreams. i.e., make sure they didn’t stop writing about how much they love trees. then i filmed them. teehee! i’m trynna make a documentary and henry will undoubtedly be the star. oh right you just wanna see henry.
er. zinger. i really wanted to make that work. and i don’t know why – unnecessary. like the rest of this post: fun, fun facts regarding… knee-buckling suspense… SALT.
guys, serendipitous is this. joy morton is the man who founded the morton salt company in 1910. joy’s father, julius sterling morton, a nebraskan politician and do-gooder, invented arbor day. from the family that brought you tree love, SALT. maybe my two favorite things… was i a morton?
and since mad men aired yesterday i might as well tell you that the morton salt girl’s purpose is to show you that morton’s salt used magnesium sorbate, an absorbing agent, in it, which revolutionized the sodium industry and would make it possible for even a cute little girl be able to pour a granular, unclumped stream of salt in the pouring rain. my only concern is that she’s wasting all of that salt.
could salt, the first food preservative, be the bedrock of civilization? could the morton salt girl be the beginning of the don draper’s ad-age, so maybe the stimulus for modern consumer culture? could trees and salt figure in my personal crest which i will weld after writing this post?
In the same way that I used to scour sing365.com for the perfect Third Eye Blind lyrics to post on my AIM profile, I spent a large part of the evening scouring poets.org for some validatingly high-profile words to capture the day’s sentiments. I’ll always be insecure about staking my space in the blogosphere. Why would you care about how emo Sarah was today? If I explained through Susan Dodd would I be legitimized? Nope.
So anyways I’ll just tell you what I did today. Woke up, watched Snow Falling on Cedars (that shit was GREAT!) ran, wheezed, went to Epsteins with a dear friend, got drunk, walked from Houston to 59th, pacing with the wind in my hair and Adele blaring with vocally-precarious gusto, came home, set up shop*
*Wait – sidenote – I decided to “get my money’s worth” of my rent and SET UP SHOP on my fire escape. By shop I mean what you see. Beer, soccer mom chair (GO LADY TIGERS! etc.), laptop, and down jacket as it is not warm in New York City. Sidenote to sidenote – my wonderful roommate photographed me (“Sarah! Take a picture of me being badass on the fire escape!”…”Ok?”). My fingers are like turgid little pickles because its ultraconservacold. They hurt Rush Limbaugh bad. I’m going to go inside.
Okay now I’m inside. I like to keep it short, keep it fly. So I’ll just end by saying that I listened to this song very much a lot today. Cristobal by Devendra Banhart. Yeah yeah but good okay?! It made me think of a lot of things: my increasing wanderlust (should I do the PeaceCorps?), all of the food I want to eat before I die (turgid pickles: a priority), how I potentially contracted a $6 manicure fungal disease today, how my personality would differ if my name was Lamaiaia, and lots of other profound things.
I really liked Snow Falling on Cedars. Ethan Hawke, another reason why 1999 was a better time.
TREE-MIX! Mo’ beta (better) than Apple iOS 5 – this saucy remake of my original cinematic masterpiece – Tree Rap 1. Thanks to David’s ineffable ears and killer mixing skills, my humble flick got an audio facelift and is now slightly less bad than it was before! Can’t wait to show it to the kiddos in East New York!