Corn @ MindSay 
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We didn't take any pictures of the major damage. Simply because we didn't go near the major damage and the fact we were detoured around the major damage and accidents.
The first picture is of down trees near someones house. They got really lucky none of their trees went on their house!
The second picture is the back of my van! It was luckly a clean shatter break! The bad thing about it was all the glass was IN my van!
The third picture is of one of the down trees at the zoo!
the fourth picture is a destroyed bean field and the fifth picture is a destroyed corn field. The bean field MAY have a chance of coming back on it's own but nobody knows for sure!
The sixth picture is one of the rural fremont NE fire trucks we followed into Fremont! That truck doesn't get used much and is usually for parade routes only but they keep it operational when something like this happens if they need more trucks like yesterday.
The seventh picture is someone's house on a country road we attempted to take. They had down trees all over the place, busted out windows, and all that tin in their yard is from someone's tin shed. There was no houses near them and that tin lined their tree line and one peice of the tin was up on their roof!
The eight picture is of the Platte River. Looks real pretty huh! Well this is a very rare picture of the Platte. Most of the time the Platte is NOT this high and is full of sandbars. As you can see it is very high and yes a few sandbars but you are careful you can usually ride a dirt bike, fourwheeler or even walk across the platte in certain areas! Not this year!
The ninth picture is someone elses farm/ranch! their over all house was okay but their field and picket fence that lead up to their house and their corn field destroyed!
The tenth picture is of the detour stop sign! As you can see it was broken in half!
The eleventh picture is not a very good picture but it shows an over turned upside down irrigation system. Every other field had one like this but this was the closet we could get to one!
Generic Movie Child, Sadness Ovah.
So Hannah invited me to go with her, Katie and the gang up to a little seasonal corn-maze country park type thing. It's not just a corn maze, it's more like Farmer John's carnival, so I fit right in! So I skipped out on the advanced class and ran home, threw some pork and beans in the microwave and had a shower. I got some good, warm clothes together and ran up to thanksgiving point.
Dad was kind enough to warn me that the freeway was completely jammed south of AF, so I went up purple turtle road and across the highland highway...which took a little longer than I expected. Furthermore, I didn't have any idea where the corn maze was. By some form of universal luck or divine intervention, I didn't have to search long to find a cornfield, and where there's a field, there's a maze. There was construction on all sides so I couldn't figure out how to get in, so I parked over by the theater, and then tried to wander through the gardens to get back there. Construction. So I tried behind the stores. Construction. Finally I just hopped the fence and called it good.
I was now a half-hour late and I had no idea where they were, how many were there, what they were wearing, what they were doing, or how I would find them. I didn't have my cell phone with me. I was getting worried that this wasn't going to work out. If I couldn't find them, I would wander around like an idiot hating life for an hour...which I did -_-'
I searched the maze and found nothing, so I searched the other maze and only managed to come close to someone whose scream reminded me of Katie, but that's about it. I bypassed the maze walls to search out in the open. Nothing. On my way back into the maze, I was following these black-clad strangers. Now, had seen the beret (sorry Hannah, I don't know how to do accents), I would have recognized them emediately on that basis alone, however, I was allerted to their identity by quite another thing: The Sent of a Woman.
Horrible Movie! Never Watch it!
(jk, it's actually great. everybody should watch it)
I've become accostomed to Hannah's distinct sent. I'm not sure what about her gives it off, but, though it is subtle, it is VERY distinct. It's that hair; it MUST be! State dependant emotional memory tells me to associate that smell with kindness, so my opinion is biased. Of course it's a pleasant scent to me.
That's as much time as I'm going to spend describing that; it makes me sound like a stalker...or a lone wolf, which is kick@$$
Lol. It just hyperlinked kick@$$
Anyway, I followed them closely for about a hundred yards, and it would have been quicker if I had reacted fast enough to shush her. But I got some 'glopage', so I have nothing to complain about.
We spent a good hour-and-a-half in that stupid maze. I'm not really sure where it lets out, but let's just say everybody has the breaking point at which they will use the cheater paths...EVERYBODY!
But it was fun hanging out with my female friends, with enough male-presence to play off of each other and each other's humor, and little enough that I didn't fade, at which point I might be inclined to just leave.
After we left the maze, we shot some pumpkins at cows with old WWI PSI-asapted artillary cannons, lost my jacket and Hannah's umbrella (which spawned some humore I don't think she appreciated ^_^;;;), and even played tetherball. I was content to let the others brave the hellian-infested inflatable bowels of ElDiablo, but I ended up going in, because there was no way to get Hannah to go in without me. Admitedly I'm never comfortable in those situations, and even though this was a fairly mellow beast, I still feel sick...mind you, that may be more because of Hannah's noctophobia...noirphobia...lumaphillia...whatever the latin for it is. It really does eat at me pretty harshly to see a girl like that, and much more so because of what this one means to me. I was fully prepared to turn back and hit the last emergency exit, if lucy-fir hadn't told us that we were already at the end. That makes me sick to my stomach just to think about, partially because I understand the terror that psychological apprehensions can cause. I'm glad she was alright, but I still wish...
Anyway, it was a fun night. We topped it off with a trip over to Ice Burg...the dork one at the Chevron. We met the other Katie there and just hung out for a good hour discussing Super Heros, TV shows, our mud-stained appearel...bathrooms, randomly...
The only thing that night was missing was a bonfire, some ACTUAL farm animals (the dude-ranch scene just doesn't do it), and a working John Deere. They had one, but it was more of a decoration.
Anyway, caffiene high ovaah, and I need to read scriptures before bedtime. Plus, I've got a blackbelt class in a few hours, where in I will likely be teaching Pai Guwae Forms, Jung Do sword routines, and more stuff of the Hyung variety. Who knows, I may actually even LEARN something too! (That's not sarcasm. I really am excited whenever I learn something new, because so much of my time is spent teaching, rather than learning. I like to learn!
Just not dumb stuff. Like groundfighting...or math.
Anyway, peace out.
Corn on the street
Xing Cheng Pu, Hebei 2005
One of my favorite photos, originally posted here two years ago, October 2005.
we survived the fourth with our home, eardrums and nerves intact. it was a hot one yesterday, the high 80's and so i didn't heat up the house by cooking indoors. Instead we had honey mustard basted tuna on the grill along summer squash and the most amazing corn i have tasted since childhood.
Living in the deep south for so long I had forgotten how much is brought in, unripe by super markets. other than peaches, pecans, peanuts and cotton, it isn't famous for its crops. but this willamette valley produces amazing food. last night's corn had a nutty taste that triggered the memories of long lost summers with corn on the cob. and the local raspberries jim brought home from the market were huge, perfectly ripe and completely unblemished.
Since living here food has been a veritable proustian journey, the berries, figs, corn, tomatoes that are tasty enough to chomp like an apple, great wine bargains and the bakeries. Montgomery had one bakery- called Ligers- that the poor uneducated to good food and real bakeries thought was good. it was white bread sugar overload heaven, a place where they used sugar frosting to fill a cream puff rather than the custard that a real cream puff fan requires. yeah you could buy a challah with advance notice but it was essentially white bread with yellow food coloring added. no sense of egg or the moist sweetness that should accompany shabbat bread. Okay NOLA has it's beignets, Charleston its she crab soup, Savannah it's decadent desserts and Atlanta ( the land of CoCola) only has the imports from other places) I mean I can't call fried cat fish , hush puppies or okra something to wax poetic over. maybe for the natives these foods are trips back to more innocent times but for a former New Yorker, it's balderdash. I was raised on garden fresh produce, duckling, softshell crabs right from the sound, and drop dead amazing ethnic food from all the groups of people entering NY as a doorway to opportunity. So I won't be modest about the fact that I know food, can produce great food and apprpeciate great food. and yes, peoples, oregon has G R E A T food.
That I have arrived in the land of milk and honey , bakng is no longer a requirement but rather a joyous occupation. The same for everyday cooking. especially with two convection ovens ( that means SIX racks at a time) an amazing grill on my wolf rangetop and a small but awesome ducane grill.
Few things compare to the delights of taking fresh ingredients and turning them into love fests for the mouth. Blueberries anyone?
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