On my way to Trust Market, part R.I.P. America, and other coming attractions (accurate and inaccurate)

1. I just checked out from the library the autobiography of Ella Young, a slightly looney-tunes mystic / folklorist who almost got turned down at Ellis Island in the 1920s for unashamedly professing her belief in faeries and elves. Don't ask. But the subtitle to this text is: Things Remembered Accurately and Inaccurately. This might be the most honest autobiography title ever. Way to go, hippie avant la lettre!

2. I did not go to Trust Market today because I was at the amazing Mütter Museum all day looking at albumen prints of siamese twins and Civil War surgical results and daguerreotypes of rickets and the enlarged colon of a 19th-century gentleman known as Windbag. In a museum in which photography is strictly forbidden, this is the only image I was able to make on the d.l. Yes, they are real:

3. BUT on my way home - conveniently also the route to TM - I saw this new, exciting holiday décor. And so it will serve as a stand-in for my next TM run. I was so worried it wouldn't be there next week, because it's just too good. Halloween is HUGE in this neighborhood, but I can see someone rethinking the patriotic element of this arrangement:

R.I.P. U.S.A.

4. Inspired by the process of moving into my new place, I decided to write a short little blog entry about each of the apartments I've lived in, starting with the earliest one first. But then I started mulling over whether I wanted to start with dorm rooms. Either way, that's coming up. But not tonight. It's late, and I need to sleep. Cross your fingers that thoughts of the Mütter remain active only in my waking life.

On my way to Trust Market, part the backlog

Hi Readers and Lookers,

Two weeks of pictures for you, minus the one time my boss bought me lunch. Enjoy!

**An editorial note: In my layout here, the text looks swell. On the interweb, it looks like ee cummings mauled it. I'm okay with this, but mostly because I'm too sleepy to fix the problem and this blog post is already long overdue.

 I like this building.

 Partially uprooted tree thanks to Irene.

Bricks.

                      I was walking to TM with S.H. and she saw this.
                      I still haven't googled it to see what it's all about.
                      Maybe one of you guys will.

 Trust Market hatch.

                     So, technically this isn't on the way to TM; it's on 

                     the way to another deli I was going to with 

                     awesome co-worker J.R. I liked the many layers of

                     signage. 

              

                     Snapped in about two seconds while waiting for 

                     co-worker B. "R.K.P." R. to pay for his sandwich.

                     I mean, his hoagie. 

          

Window.

On my way to Trust Market, part 5

Oh hi, Internet. It's Trust Market for me all week, because I'm moving on Friday and my whole kitchen is packed up. And so without further ado:

Three things

1. This delightful homebrewed Baahston-accented video is just delightful. I love that accent so much. I could watch this over and over. What is this: eeerrrrrrth fuhruit?
Maaaaaahtians

2. I've just spent the morning going through some uncatalogued photographs from the 1930s, all stacked neatly in boxes just big enough to hold them. And now my hands smell like darkroom. If you've ever worked in one, you know what I'm talking about and you probably love it. If you know what I'm talking about but haven't worked in a darkroom, you probably hate it. I find it so staggering that fixers and developers from almost a century ago can still leave their mark on me. I really love it.

3. My On my way to Trust Market from yesterday, which did not get posted as I accidentally ended up at a dinner party until late. GARGOYLE!

On my way to Trust Market, part 4

Today it was dreary and chilly and rainy. When I left work, it was so dark that the patio lights were on, something I haven't seen in ... well ... many months. I'm already feeling autumn and that's just fine by me. I like me some seasons, and when suddenly everything in sight is pumpkin-flavored.

Anyway, on my way to Trust Market it was pouring and my umbrella broke so I was unable to take a photo without putting my camera in harm's way. BUT I have a backlog of pictures from when I'd started the project but hadn't yet begun blogging the results. So here you go, a walk to Trust Market on a sunny summer's day:

Dogs. Creepy twin stuffed dogs. Staring at YOU!

On my way to Trust Market, sort of

I did not pack my lunch today, but my boss bought us lunch and brought it back. Why, you ask? Because he's that awesome, that's why. I'm not sure what this means for the picture-taking contract I made with myself, but I did see something so fab on the way to pick up some toothpaste at the drug store after work that I have to post it. So maybe this should be called On my way to Rite-Aid, but that's just not as great-sounding.

 I seriously can't even tell you how tiny this door is. We're talking maybe two feet tall. I'm going back with a person for scale and taking another picture at some point, because this really cracked me up. What pushed it over the edge from just weird into hilariously weird is the doorknocker. It's so fantastic. I really hope there are leprechauns living on Spring Garden Street. Oh, that would make me so happy.

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There will be no more On my way to Trust Market posts this week, and I'll tell you why. This lady got herself a F*A*R*M*S*H*A*R*E this week! Thanks, M.C.! I mean, C.C.!

I have spent the last three hours cooking batches of this stuff and figuring out what I will make with the rest. I'm most excited about the corn and the dillweed, but not together. Also the yogurt is super tangy and delicious and will make me and A.T.M. some super good popsicles in M.C.'s popsicle maker while she is away this weekend  tasted great in a mango smoothie I made earlier this evening. It was also the base for a lemon-dill dressing, which will garnish the salad I packed for lunch tomorrow. So there, photo project!!

On my way to Trust Market, part 3

Someone worked really hard to shove that pizza menu in between those doors.

On my way to Trust Market, part 2

Trust Market: for when you can't decide between a jar of pickles and a steno notebook.

On my way to Trust Market, part 1 of many

My dear six readers of this blog,

I need to get better at packing my lunch.

In order to offer myself a lunch-packing incentive, I have a new self-imposed rule. Here it is:

On days that I neglect to pack a lunch, I must take a photograph of something on my way to buy a sandwich at the neighborhood deli.*

Oh, and I have to post the photographs on my blog. 

And so it begins.

*In most cases, probably with a crappy cell phone camera. Also you should know that the deli is three very short blocks (about two normal city blocks) from my work.