Posts

Showing posts from February, 2011

Moshpits Forever

Remember the Dandy Warhols?  Well they're exactly what I need right now.  I just woke up, I'm on vacation for a week, my stomach is empty and I'm still sort of half asleep, so today I'm just going to take it easy, or as my former teenage self would say, "chillax."  Who am I kidding, I still use that expression. The nineties were great.  I mean, really wonderful times.  I have to say of all the years in the nineties though, '98 was by far the best.  I turned sixteen that October, got my tongue pierced, and went to so many concerts I can barely remember.  The big one that year was Edgefest at Jean-Drapeau.  I got to see a lot of my idols, including Foo Fighters, Bif Naked, Green Day and plenty more.  I went with a group of friends, and ended up breaking my sandal in the moshpit, so I had to spend the rest of the day on the side with a few of the non-moshing gals.  It was a blast, but I was a bit of a moron to wear sandals to an all-day, outdoor rock show.

A Trail of Inspiration

How did I get here?  I mean really, what the blip? My grandfather and I used to have philosophical conversations about time and space, and God and meaning.  I would sit with him after supper and listen to his wisdom, to try and absorb it so that maybe one day I could be wise like him.  He's definitely my spiritual Guru, and now he has singing bowls and meditates daily.  He's also a big inspiration for the other old folks in the home because he's still in good shape, both physically and mentally.  Must be the Icelandic blood.  God love him, but he didn't treat his body very well.  He drank, and smoked constantly.  Eventually he quit both, and instilled better, healthier habits.   A few years ago, he discovered that his eyesight seemed to improve after eating flax bread and blueberry jam.  He suffers from macular degeneration, which, for him, meant that he had black spots in his vision, shaped like a football.  He could see fairly well peripherally but couldn't see

The Roots of My Vegetable

I've been spoiled at work this week.  It's Staff Appreciation and my elementary school (I also work at 2 high schools), has celebrated the week by having theme days and by spoiling the teachers with feast after feast of amazing food. Geneen Roth, author of "Women Food and God" writes that the way you eat says a lot about you.  I often wonder if those who choose salads over the pasta at the buffet table are just trying to project an image of health because they can't actually forgive themselves for eating something delicious in front of other people.  I kind of live by the idea that if it's free, anything goes.  I guess I spent enough years as a broke student to appreciate the availability of free food; I might as well fill myself up because I'm not sure when my next substantial meal will be.  What does that say about me? I don't always talk about my lifestyle with those I work with.  Part of me thinks I'm going to sound like I'm bragging, a

My Raw Journey; One year later

The moon woke me up last night.  That's never happened before.  Probably because my curtains cover my windows, almost entirely, minus a small crack in the middle of the pane, where the moon shone through.  I thought it was a dream; sometimes that happens, I'll wake up after some ultra-inspiring dream and want to remember it, only to fall back asleep quickly and it disappears.  But as I rolled my head onto my right side, it was blinding.  I had to adjust myself to realize it was the moon, beaming its bright light straight onto my face.  It was weird.  And comforting.  As if it was watching over me, and just wanted to let me know it's there. I've always had a strong relationship with the moon.  I know that might sound funny, but it's been a constant source of support throughout my life.  More so than the sun, because you can actually look at the moon, and it plays a role in many of my memories.  I often talk to it, and can remember distinct times where its beauty br

This is for Luis.

*Ahem.*  Good evening.  Tap. Tap. Tap.  Here goes nothing. So you want to make a dramatic change in your life and are feeling overwhelmed by the countless paths to take?  Welcome to a blog that will hopefully inspire you to make small  changes in your habits and open the door to a healthier way of living. Many of my friends and family have been encouraging me to start a blog.  I've been apprehensive.  Who would read it?  Why would you want to read about food when you can just look at the pictures on Facebook?  Isn't that easier?  Always trying to please others, I have accepted the challenge.  As I was setting up the blog and getting lost in all the wonderful background images and funky fonts, I realized I was personalizing it to my taste.  And that, folks, is what you need to do with your diet.  More on that later.  Starting a blog feels like a big step for me, I guess I'm kind of self-conscious about my writing... I have boxes of journals that have only been exposed to