notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


For a minute there, I thought I was cooking up some sort of depraved Goldie Hawn crush. Allow me to explain. I just watched CACTUS FLOWER, her debut film for which she won an Academy Award. I loved it and I loved her in it. Prior to that I saw BUTTERFLIES ARE FREE, and a couple of years before that I saw SUGARLAND EXPRESS. Anyone who's seen these movies knows how special Hawn was onscreen when she was just starting out. You can see it a little bit in her daughter, the bright charm and natural cinematic allure, but Kate has nothing on her mother.

Being slightly obsessive about things, I spent an hour or so on youtube watching Goldie Hawn clips. Some of the TV appearances from the 60s and 70s aren't bad. She was cute on "Laugh In," even if she only exhibited some of her more annoying traits, and in general, I still think she's a respectable and very talented star. She even did a good cover of a Beatles song.

And yet, there is simply no way I can allow my bizarre romantic interests to continue. Putting aside the fact that I was falling for Goldie Hawn as she was 40 years ago, not as she is now, and ignoring the fact that Kurt Russell is one of my favorite actors, which renders hopping in a time machine to steal his woman out of the question, this flame has been extinguished with finality by a much greater force than my self-control, of which I have very little. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you...this: