OMG this is funny

houseofmurrpurr:

ragbag:

from time to time, my old pal—who is a resident in an undisclosable hospital in the great state of california—sends word of his latest escapades and i excerpt them here in lieu of actually writing anecdotes of my own.

Yesterday, I assisted in the delivery of a baby boy to a super hippie couple who probably haven’t seen the business end of a bic razor since they hit puberty.

I’m used to a fair amount of ridiculous hippie baby names (Sage, Sky, Rainbow, Chakra, etc.) but what they came up with was so far-fetched that if I hadn’t signed all the papers I would have thought it a farce.

“We really want to name this baby after the raw essence of who he is,” said the father.

Said the mother, “We are going to call him Mammal.”

A woman who tirelessly inspired and created and broke the molds with her partner Christo, Jean-Claude will be greatly missed. Plans to wrap the Arkansas river in Colorado are still underway despite the tragedy of her death.

From the Pueblo Chieftan: New York artist Christo lost his partner-wife of 51 years, Jeanne-Claude, 74, Wednesday, prompting local residents familiar with their planned Over the River art project to remember the colorful woman.

Jeanne-Claude died from complications related to a ruptured brain aneurysm. Christo and Jeanne-Claude met in Paris in November 1958 and had been working together for 51 years creating temporary works of art.

“Christo is deeply saddened by the passing of his wife and partner, but he is committed to honoring the promise they made to each other many years ago Ñ that the art of Christo and Jeanne-Claude would continue,” said Megan Lane, a public relations representative working for the couple. “Christo is dedicated to completing their current works in progress, Over The River, for the Arkansas River in Colorado and The Mastaba, for the United Arab Emirates, as Jeanne-Claude would have wished,” Lane said.

(via Pueblo Chieftan)

by LAURA MCCANDLISH

Until recently, I had never seen a fresh quince. I knew quince paste, or membrillo, from Spanish cheese plates. I knew that Korean friends boiled down quince juice into a tea.

However, since moving to Oregon I’ve found quinces at the local farmers market and even growing on trees in my neighborhood. In fact, it turns out that the most diverse quince grove in North America, if not the world, thrives at a U.S. Department of Agriculture gene bank just down the road.

Still, close proximity to quinces doesn’t necessarily give you the nerve to try the rock-hard, acerbic fruit. But last spring, I had my quince revelation. Just one bite of the tangy, poached morsel on a charcuterie plate had me counting the days until this fall’s season….

Read On at NPR