Idea Garage Sale: Vegan Love
A couple of weeks ago Andrew offered what he termed an idea garage sale, or his dispensing writing ideas to other bloggers. Seemed different and fun, so I signed up. Among the ideas Andrew gave me, one was an argument against vegans. That their food is expensive to ship and purchase, that they require supplements (sometimes containing animal products), that it’s an arbitrary or frivolous...
Have you seen What The Fuck Should I Make For Dinner? I suggest you do so. Stat. It’s freaking hilarious. And loaded with terrific ideas. Entertaining and effective, with F-bombs aplenty. My kind of site.
John Mayer wrote a thoughtful post on the merits of Tumblr over Twitter. I do love me some Twitter, but he has an excellent point: substance and meaning are (almost always) better found on Tumblr. Here’s an excerpt: And call me crazy, but I don’t think it’s the healthiest thing in the world to read scads of mentions/@replies and effectively open the floodgate of other people’s...
EatBlogRun: Check It
My first post is up at EatBlogRun! It’s about conditioning à la spinning. Also known as dying via extreme peddling and sweating. And pain. Holy fuck, the pain. Check it. And be sure to leave lots of comment love for my teamsters. The race is this weekend already. Ack!
Now All I Need Is Peter Pan
Today while at Fairchild’s Food and Garden Festival we stopped to talk to some dudes about native palms. (And by “we” I mean my dad. And by “talk” I mean quiz on fertilizers and soil supplements and all sorts of landscaping mumbo jumbo.) So my parents wander off with two of them to check out palms and wax poetic on soil composition, and the third one asks me what I...
One Cocky Little Girl
Yesterday I ran fourteen miles for the first time in my life. FOURTEEN MILES. I mean, jesus. All this training and I realized I can run a half marathon with relatively little difficulty, and pretty much no extra exertion required on the training front. At which point, why stop at half? Why not go full? Guess who’s got her eyes on the Marine Corps in October. It’s not official;...
Tequila was perhaps not the wisest choice the night before running fourteen miles. Alarm goes off at 5am. Oh dear god.
Pardon Me While I Nap
It’s been a couple days since I’ve written anything and I feel like I need to, except the only thing I want to do is sleep. I’m exhausted. I’m trying to get a few days of double conditioning in pre-race and holy crap it’s kicking my ass. I didn’t expect to be nearly as tired yesterday as I was. An hour-long technique class by Miami Runners Club in the...
A Serious Case of Literary "Big Eyes"
When I came home from Asia I was so ecstatic to have good books at my fingertips I went a little bonkers. I ordered just about (I say “just about” because I was limited to fifty, and this forced me to make some decisions — so you know the extent to which we’re talking) every title I’d read/heard reviews for while traveling, plus all the books I didn’t get to...
There’s a whole army of women out there who just don’t have the time, the energy...– Tina Fey Amen to all of this. A-fucking-men. (via ambientrarity)(via blackbyrdsinging)(via therivanqueen)(via woahitsjuanito) (via needsomefiction)(via escapethenest)(via memmis)(via fruitblindness)(via vitamia)(via readingiscrazy)(via economique)(via padfootly)(via strongpieces)(via...
Extreme Cool Down
In the last few days of my training I’ve become reacquainted with something I’d long since forgotten about: how much my body temperature drops after a rigorous run. Which is odd, because I’ve run for years. Ditto goes for other strenuous workouts. But after a long hard run, my body temp plunges. It’s like this: run, pant, sweat, run some more, pant harder, sweat through...
Steady Improvement (But Not in the Style...
Pardon me while I gloat: Today I ran 7.4 miles in an hour and eight minutes. Which comes out to 9:11 per mile. Which is a full 1:37 faster *per mile* than I was running last week. Last week. WHOA. I can’t gloat too much, because 9:11 miles are nothing to brag about. It’s basically me shaking off the cobwebs that have collected in my under-used muscles and joints and motivation...
Better Than Christmas
I heart Twitter. We know this by now. A couple weeks ago this little tidbit caught my attention: the NFL Draft is being held on Earth Day. Of course, no one else noticed that — who would? (Forgive me for making a crass generalization, but NFL fans aren’t always the greenest. I don’t need to tell you how bonkers I am for the environment. Earth Day is essentially MY...
Not a Toys-R-Us Kid
I wrote a piece for The Daily Get Up this week about growing older. I’m not linking to it here because it was edited to within an inch of its life (title included) and I hate what they’ve done with it. HATE. I could go on about this, but I won’t. I need to find a tactful way to register my displeasure before I go all passive aggressive on their asses. Anyway. I was invited...
EatBlogRun: The Relay
Okay so the craziness that runs my life? Let me give you an example: About three weeks ago Brenna started following me. When anyone follows me on Tumblr, I check out their site and more often than not repay the favor (i.e. follow them in return). Enter Brenna into my life. On Wednesday, I saw this. And went “NO WAY!!” It looked INSANE. Who signs up to run a 200 mile relay? And...
I have got to start carrying a pen and paper when I run. Or a dictaphone. Or an assistant. It’s like all these great writing ideas come to me, and I’m lucky if I can retain half of them. I don’t know what it is — being utterly miserable? — but running clears my mind. I’m able to organize my thoughts and plan efficient executions for my day and come up with...
I Am BEAST, Hear Me Roar!
Yesterday I ran ten miles for the first time in twelves years. Did you catch that? TEN MILES. And not just ten miles, ten miles BEFORE 8am. Shit, that was yesterday and I’m STILL patting myself on the back. Have you heard? I’m a fucking BEAST. Why, in the name of all that is good and pleasurable, would I run ten miles? Before 8am? Because I’m prepping for a race. A BIG...
I've Had Better Ideas
“Just one glass” of wine turned into “okay, two.” Coupled with a RIDICULOUSLY delicious bowl of gorgonzola and pear stuffed ravioli purses, and then more than a few bites of chocolate cake to top it all off. This, knowing full well that I had to wake up at 5:15am to run 10 miles. Because that’s a healthy, nutritious meal to fuel that kind of energy. Oof.
One Lucky Pup
I started running to and from my pilates classes this week. It’s not far, just under a mile and a half each way. I figure it helps me get the most bang for my caloric buck. Or something. So I’m running there today (ok fine, jogging and clutching all my shit in my hands, gasping for breath like a wild boar) and there’s this cute little dog rummaging through a pile of what my...
Another One for the Resume: Tomato Picker
My mom is in Sanibel this week with two carloads of girlfriends (can you say tequila?), and in her absence she asked me to look after her tomatoes. Since it poured for hours and hours the other day, the only thing her tomatoes require is picking. And dear god are there tomatoes to pick. Florida, like most of the world, was slammed with an unusually harsh winter this year, decimating most of the...
Whatever, you can either look at nekkid people at work or you can’t, and you’re...– ha, foster on nsfw-ish (via meaghano) Is it bad that I’m usually a sneaker?
Well That's Just Disturbing
Top searches resulting in hits for my blog today: “national science museum tokio,” “imperial palace tokio,” “ueno koen,” “woodpecker stew,” and my personal favorite, “fox fucks bunny.” I’m sorry, what? The multiple “tokio” queries have me wondering about my fellow travelers. But “fox fucks bunny?” ...
Bonkers for Catnip
Pick is bonkers for catnip. Cat goes NUTSO for it. Have you seen a cat on catnip? Talk about the most inaccurately named drug on the planet. It should be called catcrack or catspeed. Need a little entertainment? Find a cat, kick it some catnip, and try to make it to ten before you’re dying with laughter and rolling on the floor alongside the cat. It’s that good. Pun used to...
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Yoga Breath Take Two
A couple weeks ago I wrote about how I can’t seem to get the breathing thing down pat with yoga. I’m inhaling on the exhale, exhaling on the inhale, it’s all screwed up. It’s not intentional, and it’s not limited to yoga. Pretty much any time I’m instructed to breathe a certain way during exercise I manage to do the exact opposite. I’m special, I...
My friend just told me she’s dating someone who’s 27. I immediately thought yeah, 27 sounds good, a couple years older than us. Good balance for her. And then it hit me: we ARE 27. 27 isn’t older than us, not by any stretch of the imagination. Fuck.
America evolves, and sometimes those evolutions are painful. People don’t...– Barack Obama, from The Bridge: The Life and Rise of Barack Obama by David Remnick. When you really sit back and think about it, it’s pretty amazing that we elected a President, in this political culture and climate, that can actually think this deeply and reflectively - and articulate it to boot. ...
Belated Answers for Summer
I found these questions on Summer’s blog (whom I found via the adventures of rose red, via Oh, Mishka), and while the post is two weeks old, I still think it’s cute and fun and am participating belatedly. What book are you reading? I’m reading Timothy Ferriss’s The 4-Hour Work Week, as came highly recommended by my friend Lisa. (Truth be told, I’ve only read the...
That Woman Is a Treasure Chest
Three things I learned from my grandmother yesterday: 1. My great-grandmother and -grandfather used to brew booze during Prohibition. The giant stainless steel vats were as tall as my grandmother, and much wider. (This isn’t hard to do; the woman is tiny.) The barrels were kept in the basement of the general store her parents ran. One day they were caught by the Feds and everything was...
Take THAT, Carbon Footprint
I just carried three bags of groceries (including beets, pears, bananas, avocados, cereal, a dozen oranges, two dozen eggs, and a gallon of milk) home from Whole Foods — all strapped precariously to either me or my bicycle. Gloating? Yes. With good reason? You bet your ass.
On Running and Crying
When I was very young (i.e. toddlerhood and infancy) and crying, my dad used to grab my ankles and move my legs backward and forward (picture a baby on its back, simulating the running motions), and chant “you can’t run and cry, you can’t run and cry…” He did this with all of us. And it’s true. It’s near impossible to run and cry. It confuses and/or...
My Brother the Ignoramus
Me: “Fox News? You’re watching Fox News?!?” My Brother: “Yeah. It’s the best news program.” Have I mentioned he owns (and proudly wears) a t-shirt that reads “Fat Rich White Republican?” I mean, jesus fucking christ. Why not throw “racist misogynist” in there and call it a day. And since when does he pretend to watch the news? Who...
I Think My Grandmother Just Called Me An Idiot
My grandmother likes trees, plants, flowers, fruit — anything she spots growing in its natural habitat. We take daily walks together and she’s always commenting on or asking after various blossoms we pass. I make sure to ask her questions too, because good lord that woman has a wealth of unusual knowledge. This was our exchange today: Me: “What kind of a tree is that?” ...