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fig. a) this is the wall text time based, results oriented, method management, or one bowl (2012-ish) 2 tablespoons sesame seeds,1 tablespoon ground coriander, 1 tablespoon ground cumin, 2 teaspoons canola oil, 4 scallions, chopped, 3 cloves garlic, minced, 1 15-ounce can chickpeas (rinsed), 1 cup cooked brown rice, 2/3 cup wheat germ (divided), 3 tablespoons lemon juice, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon freshly ground pepper, 4 6-inch whole-wheat pita breads (warmed), 8 slices tomato, 1 cup baby spinach, 4 tablespoons nonfat plain yogurt, one bowl When you put this sculpture together it's good to be brisk and assertive. If you are tentative or reluctant there is the very real risk of slipping over the edge entirely.    

18th Street looking east, painted bread advertisement Schulze, the Butter-Nut Bread company was started in 1893 by Paul. The company changed hands in the 1930's then continued on as something separately maintained under the Interstate Bakeries and Hostess Brands umbrella until '37. After a million miles of change, in November 2012 Hostess finally declared bankruptcy. At this time the newly appointed Chief Executive Officer, Greg cited union wages and pensions as key factors in the brand's liquidation. You go Greg... The Schulze Baking Company factory is on Garfield at the left edge of Washington Park. The terracotta building eventually became the home for the Hostess Brands until 2004. The Illinois Historic Preservation Agency lists the site as an Industry/Processing/Extraction - processing site. It is not listed as having a golden hue with creamy highlights. It's also not listed as an aimless eyesore left to fuel damage and blight. But it's current owne

Facing west, at the end of hall is for evil Suze's folding chair is cold, it needs some tactile assurance otherwise it could fold into itself completely or it might just flip over. She's having a hard time of it, Suze is. She laughs and holds out the musky boot she was adjusting. Girl01 come's back inside and there's a broken little bird like dog in her hands. Dark chunky tears as black as Girl03's boot run down her face. Girl01 stops and holds the dog's body in her skinny suburban arms. It's reflection along with the reflection of that reflection are being reflected simultaneously back into their eyeballs from a dozen other mirrors. With the small still warm body of the dead dog in Girl01's hands the effect is radical, profoundly so. There's a tool and die shop next to the service station that isn't the Clark Station. Randy Samwell owns it. He makes video's for some of the local kids and their bands at a nearby dance studio. He does i

an indentured figure walks along beside this slip of stream  When the imperfect poetry of history transiting towards an undetermined mathematical fate is good enough for the day. When its a dry evening with bad grammar and the smell of old teeth flying around and I'm thinking of SV, thinking of repeating myself again. When I remember our arrangement around the snag of the leaf table. How we talked with speed and elegance about how to manage the next segment of our show. How we had the paper and the time. How we had the pencils and the stack of experiences that were high enough to include the kitchen itself. Then I think of the old man inside each of us and I remember the way that he stepped on our heads and pissed in our ears. Then I try and remember this too, BOMB SHOP....