stuff i eat
grapefruit or orange juice – 1 serving/day
apple cider vinegar – 1 oz, day
milk thistle seed extract – 600 mg / day
flax oil
flax seed .5 oz/day
raw garlic – 1 clove day in any form
hemp seeds on salads, etc – omega 3’s…
berries every day
flax seeds in salad, shakes
peppermint, green tea
licorice root tea at night
another link {from suzy} plus an update on my life (or, near death)
alex tells photojournalistic tales complete with photos and narrative, and i send paltry links with no intellectual commentary. o-well! cant have two talented bloggers on one little blog, now can you?
(actually, truth be told, im near death with a flu slash sinus infection combo. its really fucking awful and gross, but its also a kick in the ass that i NEED to start living healthier. i got acupuncture and it was amazing. i felt better in moments. im a devotee already. and my very sweet roommate works at a vitamin store and is going to arm me with things i need to heal. and then yoga gym fruit for breakfast tea herbs no stress from work no commuting someday soon-ish, apple cider vinegar, neti pot, biking riding i hope again for someday! and… making soup weekly. yes, i think making soup is what i need for a long happy flu-less life.)
now, for the link of all links.
a bunch of wives, gfs, and mistresses of financiers start a blog about how hard it is to date a man that you were basically with for money, after he has no more money: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/28/nyregion/28daba.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1&th&emc=th
my fav. part: “Next time you are stressing over some finance guy, remember that he is just a math-club nerd,” one woman wrote after recounting a breakup. “This recession just bought everyone an extra two years of the single life.”
but that doesnt seem to cross your mind when he is buying you $200 dinners, right?….
oh girls. i will never understand so many of you!
obama is my new bicycle
just in case you missed this link living on the internet for the past 6 months like i did, and needed someone like alex to kindly send it to you, … its great.
alexander got high today.
I got there on the highest peak around my house this morning. Mt. Davidson – 7,864′ elevation at the top. (But I was starting by my house at 6200′). Take a look, and read what Mark Twain said about his time up Mt. Davidson…, the highest peak in Storey County, NV.
town, below. virginia city.
my mansion.
animals.
From Twain’s “Roughing It”…
“It was not without regret that I took a last look at the tiny flag (it was thirty-five feet long and ten feet wide) fluttering like a lady’s handkerchief from the topmost peak of Mount Davidson, two thousand feet above Virginia’s roofs, and felt that doubtless I was bidding a permanent farewell to a city which had afforded me the most vigorous enjoyment of life I had ever experienced. And this reminds me of an incident which the dullest memory Virginia could boast at the time it happened must vividly recall, at times, till its possessor dies. Late one summer afternoon we had a rain shower. That was astonishing enough, in itself, to set the whole town buzzing, for it only rains (during a week or two weeks) in the winter in Nevada, and even then not enough at a time to make it worth while for any merchant to keep umbrellas for sale. But the rain was not the chief wonder. It only lasted five or ten minutes; while the people were still talking about it all the heavens gathered to themselves a dense blackness as of midnight. All the vast eastern front of Mount Davidson, over-looking the city, put on such a funereal gloom that only the nearness and solidity of the mountain made its outlines even faintly distinguishable from the dead blackness of the heavens they rested against. This unaccustomed sight turned all eyes toward the mountain; and as they looked, a little tongue of rich golden flame was seen waving and quivering in the heart of the midnight, away up on the extreme summit! In a few minutes the streets were packed with people, gazing with hardly an uttered word, at the one brilliant mote in the brooding world of darkness. It flicked like a candle-flame, and looked no larger; but with such a background it was wonderfully bright, small as it was. It was the flag!–though no one suspected it at first, it seemed so like a supernatural visitor of some kind–a mysterious messenger of good tidings, some were fain to believe. It was the nation’s emblem transfigured by the departing rays of a sun that was entirely palled from view; and on no other object did the glory fall, in all the broad panorama of mountain ranges and deserts. Not even upon the staff of the flag–for that, a needle in the distance at any time, was now untouched by the light and undistinguishable in the gloom. For a whole hour the weird visitor winked and burned in its lofty solitude, and still the thousands of uplifted eyes watched it with fascinated interest. How the people were wrought up! The superstition grew apace that this was a mystic courier come with great news from the war–the poetry of the idea excusing and commending it–and on it spread, from heart to heart, from lip to lip and from street to street, till there was a general impulse to have out the military and welcome the bright waif with a salvo of artillery!”
Alexander’s Anthem
of the day.
“If it’s not love then it’s the bomb, the bomb, the bomb that will bring us together….”
a little gift
ryan took this when we were getting ready for the new years eve party.
haha yes yes
alex will you make this orange pan glazed tempeh for me pleeeeeease!
http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/orange-panglazed-tempeh-recipe.html
yum yum yum
instead i am eating a cheese and kale sandwich with fake mayo in a whole wheat pita. a sad dinner, but i predict if i keep up my eating in habits, i will shed a bunch of pounds, and save a bunch of cashmoney.
which, is not a bad thing.
sometimes, nyc is best ever. {by suzy/ duh!}
YoGA at the MoMA
when: Sunday Feb 1 (9am)
where: MoMA (11 W 53rd St, 212.708.9400) map
price: FREE w/ RSVP
Yoga dates back to 3300 BC, so it’s probably fair to say that downward dogs have seen almost every imaginable setting. In a true “only in New York” moment, the practice finds another sacred setting when the MoMA opens its doors early for yogis and yoginis of all levels to wish Pipilotti Rist’s divine installation piece Pour Your Body Out a fond farewell. The morning class is led by Virayoga founder Elena Brower, whose nurturing, inspirational teaching style is an ideal pairing with Rist’s provocative, playful multimedia environment. Namaste, NYC.
a lot of people were clicking on this post, but i just had the link up… {from suzy}
so here is the entire thing:
HAMLET
(FACEBOOK NEWS
FEED EDITION).
BY SARAH SCHMELLING
- – - -
Horatio thinks he saw a ghost.
Hamlet thinks it’s annoying when your uncle marries your mother right after your dad dies.
The king thinks Hamlet’s annoying.
Laertes thinks Ophelia can do better.
Hamlet’s father is now a zombie.
- – - -
The king poked the queen.
The queen poked the king back.
Hamlet and the queen are no longer friends.
Marcellus is pretty sure something’s rotten around here.
Hamlet became a fan of daggers.
- – - -
Polonius says Hamlet’s crazy … crazy in love!
Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, and Hamlet are now friends.
Hamlet wonders if he should continue to exist. Or not.
Hamlet thinks Ophelia might be happier in a convent.
Ophelia removed “moody princes” from her interests.
Hamlet posted an event: A Play That’s Totally Fictional and In No Way About My Family
The king commented on Hamlet’s play: “What is wrong with you?”
Polonius thinks this curtain looks like a good thing to hide behind.
Polonius is no longer online.
- – - -
Hamlet added England to the Places I’ve Been application.
The queen is worried about Ophelia.
Ophelia loves flowers. Flowers flowers flowers flowers flowers. Oh, look, a river.
Ophelia joined the group Maidens Who Don’t Float.
Laertes wonders what the hell happened while he was gone.
- – - -
The king sent Hamlet a goblet of wine.
The queen likes wine!
The king likes … oh crap.
The queen, the king, Laertes, and Hamlet are now zombies.
Horatio says well that was tragic.
Fortinbras, Prince of Norway, says yes, tragic. We’ll take it from here.
Denmark is now Norwegian.
- – - -
obama restores funding to the United Nations Population Fund
yesss obama. awesome already! Obama lifts global gag rule
In a statement timed to generate minimal publicity, U.S. President Barack Obama announced the reversal of a long-standing policy that prevented the U.S. from funding any groups that provided abortions to women or advised women on abortion as a health care option. Obama additionally pledged to work with Congress to provide funding to the United Nations Population Fund. In a statement released by the White House, Obama said, “By resuming funding to UNFPA, the U.S. will be joining 180 other donor nations working collaboratively to reduce poverty, improve the health of women and children, prevent HIV/AIDS and provide family planning assistance to women in 154 countries.” The Nation (1/25)
My friend published “Bath Water”. By Theresa Ward
I loved this short story my friend wrote that is in Flask and Pen Literary Magazine… a great old tale from the heart about love and break ups and 70s bathtubs.
suzy says: oh alex, dont leave me now
alex, i feel like if you were my boyfriend [NOTE to world: he is not. (people still constantly think you are. and then when i mention ryan, they say what about your blog boyfriend? haha. alex is lovely and loving, but not my boyfriend.)] ANYWAY i feel like if you were my boyfriend, you would be so mad and like leave me for not blogging. but instead you are just such a good good soulfriend. and you are peeved, a little, but you understand, i know. i am living on buses, sleeping more pressed against a megabus window than in my brooklyn loft bed, and i spend time in places without internet connections, or i *gasp!* choose to disconnect every so often.
jeeze you blogged so much good stuff. sorry to hear about your plants! i have no foresight for stuff like that. sad. but, maybe a blessing in disguise bc now you dont have to get them to portland. they probably wouldve hated portland anyway! (i have no idea. just saying that so you feel better.)
and yes the Australian tourism board thing! we were all talking about that at work one day, and i was totally like that is for alex and me! for sure!! can two people do it? tell them they can pay us just as they would one person.
i have to read that article on gigs. im so all about gigs right now, and forever i guess. i cant get over how much i love the excitement of a new project, a new job to complete, a new challenge. and how much i dont like visiting the same office often. although… i do like my coworkers. but thats the only thing thats really that good about my perma part time official job.
so- the inauguration was amazing. it felt sort of like a gigantic concert, because everywhere you looked all day it was just crowds and crowds of people, lines for port a potties, and thousands of people all cramming into one spot to try to get a glimpse of a superstar. but thats where the concert feeling ended, bc not that many people were overtly drunk, even though it was really really cold, no one was pushing. no one was mean. everyone there just seemed so overjoyed about this day, and about the fact that america seems like its on the right track again, for the first time in such a long time.
i brought a milkcrate tp stand on which was the only way i could see the jumbotron in front of us. well, many many many feet in front of us.
dave has great friends in DC that we hung out with all weekend, and all in all it was very fun, and also exhausting.
and speaking of exhausting- DC to NYC to work right away in my office. some long hours there but nothing crazy, but most days were followed by modeling. and then fri as soon as i was done work, i jumped on a bus to philly, met ryan there, drove to collegeville to see a friends new house and catch up with lots of college friends. which lead to playing beer pong in a garage until 5 am. haha. then to nj the next day for my moms bday, followed by going to everybar in my small town, with a bartended friend from one of the said bars. he got us into afterhour situations, so i partied until 5 am sat night too. somehow going out more and longer in the suburbs than i do in nyc. odd.
its so interesting to go to my married friends houses. hang out in their really nice living rooms that they own, and sit and chat with their husbands, who they are committed to. its like the opposite of my brooklyn life. everyone renting some sort of bedroom situation, dating someone and in some kind of relationship, buts its often not clearly defined…
and, so,
and finally back to ny today, where i will need to do laundry. i havent in so so long.
and i will need to unpack a suitcase, bc out of my three suitcases, they are all packed still with things from trips in the past month. i havent had the energy or inclination to unpack. but today, i will. today i conquer the suitcases and the laundry. and then probably apply for some gigs;)
i love you for not blog breaking up with me alex.
alexander’s plants fly by the seat of their pants
suzy, the plants didn’t all make it over the weekend when i left them in storage in cold weather. what poor planning, had i given more away, or reorganized car vs. truck during the move. but because we i fucked it up, the 2 big plant/trees are dead and gone. they didn’t dry up, but wilted and never returned. i think this is weather culture anyway. the bamboo’s in the tall glasses also turned into something mushy and i don’t suspect a good revival. it’s very sad. i suppose plants are just as sensitive as animals and people to big change. i have a few beloved ivy’s that are doing ok and will come to portland with me.
the snow isn’t fun. it chills the house more and makes the floors wet and muddy. i’ve been wearing old old navy painter pants (i’ve had since high school), over my pajamas during the days and nights. i walked in the snow for 2 miles today to keep up with so far a week of walking 2ish miles a day. i crave a city for walking and biking. but here, i have to set out to walk in the cold and not give up. i hate the part of coming back where i started. but it’s warmer inside.
the cat likes to eat one of the dead plants. do i allow this?
i’m listening to much newer catpower. speaking of cat. their music brings me to a very certain time and person in freshman uni, philadelphia dorm rooms, car rides to south street. what happened to all that? what happens when something might soon be a “decade ago”.
i was lost in the same smith’s grocery store you, ryan and i were at during that long day – new grocery store and vitamin isle and phone calls and forgetting cigarettes and not having a “smiths card”. i was lost there again today. i don’t like not knowing where they put things. and i don’t like at all “regular grocery stores” if you know what i mean. and i would end up near diapers when i thought i was at hot cereals. it was trouble. i’m going to start eating cream of whole wheat with agave syrup and soy milk in the mornings. i need something like that every day, i think. more fiber! fiber! it’s back!
i spend my days now reading and looking around. it’s not way off from before. just now some tending to family, and tending to the future. scanning criags list portland for a variety of information. housing, work? free bikes! wondering what will happen for work. feeling very seat-of-my-pants and it’s so all right with me. this whole bad economy thing actually helps me out in a way- it’s easier to explain myself. and to exude this facade that it’s all about this failing economy that im seat-pant-flying, but really, i want to pant-fly right now during these years, during this place, this time on earth. fly, seat, FLY!
just like my plants, we die and fly by the seat of our pants.
things are real.
something my dad said tonight: ”there are 2 bad major american addictions: marijuana and television – because with both of them you just lean back and go ‘oh, far out man’ – but with booze at least you go out, drink, meet some people, get in a barfight, and have some exciting things happen…”
also i laughed real hard when he said to me, while we were somewhat discussing the poor medical standards in impoverished countries, he said: ”it’s like- hey! its the end of the week, wash your hands”
Alexander’s Sunday’s Notheworthy’s
It makes me semi sad to hear that a giant, 20-pound lobster said to be 40 years old who was displayed in a NY seafood restaurant’s window has FINALLY been set free into the ocean instead of onto the menu. Will he even know what to do?
It is so great that and we should do this, Suzy, that the Australian tourism board is searching for someone to blog about living on an island off the Barrier Reef. ”Must be willing to live in the oceanfront villa, swim in the pool, snorkel the reef, and lie on the beach. $100,000 for 6 months.” Done.
Mexico City is urging its residents to swallow their gum instead of spit in on the street.
It’s ridiculous that Ted Haggard, recently exiled from his evangelical church for his gay scandal now sells life insurance and says now, “sexuality is complex and confusing, as I still have temptations from time to time but my marraige is strong.” He is no longer opposed to gay marriage.
You will agree with this article about how we people like you and I, and with economy, no longer have jobs, but have gigs. Gigonomics! College no longer=job.
alexander is
drinking earl grey tea in the cold. the tea is hot and the snow is falling outside. the cat is confused, for this is his first snow. and i am happy i live somewhere with snow for just a minute!
(is that like twitter?)
