March(ing) On

So, it’s been a little while since I posted . . . goodbye February, hello March! I have so many weird words to share and Very Important Feelings in the queue (30th birthday WHAT) but I will focus on the month project for the moment.

To summarize my recent progress, February was a bust. I mean, complete and total failure. I meditated exactly zero times. Meditation book by my bedside? Unopened. Twice-a-week meditation class four blocks away from our apartment? Unattended. (Sigh.)  No real excuse either – I mean, I was away for one weekend and sick for about a week but neither of those things were preventing me from sitting still with my eyes closed for an hour so this is alllll on me. I intend to revisit this project later in the year, but I already had the next month lined up so I am literally marching on to this month’s project: the 30 Day Shred. Jillian Michaels, you and your weird eyebrows have a whoooole month to boss me around. DO YOUR WORST.

I’m now on day 10 of the shred, which is really just exercising 25ish mins every day for 30 days, each exercise consisting of 3 cardio/strength/core sets plus warmup & stretching. Lots of numbers in there. Lots of squatting and lunging while lifting weights. Lots of jumping on my poor downstairs neighbors’ heads. So far the major results are that more acute awareness of how dirty our floor is (heeeey there dustbunny stuck to my leg sweat, I hope you are enjoying this cool-down stretch as much as I am), negligible weight loss, marginally improved self-esteem and some minor soreness. I am no exercise DVD novice, and there are arguably any number of exercises that I might prefer/realize are better for me long-term, but the 30-day-ness of this particular program is appealing given my overall theme for 2012.  Even if it doesn't yield the impossible promise of total shred-dulation, I think it's a good step forward.

Speaking of half-successes, the general resolution that came out of the January vegan experiment is going decently. I’ve had a little unverified meat here and there (sports-event chicken fingers, I wish I knew how to quit you) but in general I’ve been thinking harder about my meats, buying strategically, and going without when my options are limited. I’ve also gotten better at asking questions, which is an important part of being an obnoxious snooty-foodie concerned food-consuming citizen. And the “going without” part continues to seem less and less like a sacrifice and more like just a thing that happens. When we were in WVA for my birthday, we couldn’t find any verifiable meats (not even trout, which were stocked in the local streams) so we ate vegetarian. Sometimes I didn’t even put CHEESE on my food, which is like a major revelation in Michelle-world. Also I was reminded that I LOVE mushrooms even though E doesn't.  Fungus get in my belly!

So, despite the failure of February, I think I’ve gained an appreciation for what my monthly projects will mean long-term. I don’t intend to carry the exact practices from any month into an ongoing regimen: I am not vegan now, and after March is over I will not work out every day. But the intense short-term focus on a particular idea or practice can be a jump-start to lead me toward a practice that is more flexible and more sustainable in the long term. For post-March, the guideline might be “exercise a couple times a week” or “maintain general cardiovascular fitness” or “hey you on the couch, remember movement?”  Maybe I'll do a a running month next, or a yoga month w/ meditation included, to keep the ball rolling.

On the other hand, the monthly experiments themselves do seem to go better when they require daily practice rather than a few times a week - if I have any lagtime between observances, the risk is that much greater for procrastination or poor scheduling or total February-style failure.  24 hours is evidently the maximum amount of time that I can be trusted to keep an idea in my head.

Better than a goldfish, I guess.

Favorite Things Friday: Groundhog Day Edition

Groundhog day is increasingly one of my favorite holidays. It has zero religious significance (a bonus in my book), and it boasts small mammals, attention to the natural world, morning drinking and top hats. It occurs at a point where we really need a holiday: just after January ends and at the beginning of cruel February, as optimistic New Year resolutions start to wane and the reality hits that we’ve got about two more months of cold weather coming (regardless of what the rodent “sees”).



I also love Groundhog Day because of the ubiquitous and eponymous (does that work in this context?) Bill Murray movie. As a kid with a February birthday, I never wanted to have a movie theater birthday because the movies that typically come out in January & February are, well, shit. Groundhog Day, released to coincide with the holiday, was one glorious exception. Truthfully it’s kind of a grown-up movie for a 12-year-old’s birthday party (I believe I got a Blossom-style purple hat as a gift that year) but believe me, it made my parents very happy and my older self retroactively so as well.



I love the Groundhog Day movie for its bitterness, its recognition of misery and futility and cold and darkness. And I love it for its depiction of the imperfect human spirit doing battle with those inevitabilities and making good. I love it in spite of Andy McDowell, whose allure genuinely eludes me – she is a wooden actress with a weird accent and a strange face, and her outfits in the film are truly, deeply hideous. I love it in spite of the fact that Bill Murray could never be as happy/changed as he’s depicted as in the end of the film, and that he’s a bit rapey for a good chunk of it. I love it in spite of the rodenticide and the fact that it celebrates Pennsylvania, which except for the semi-bright spot of Pittsburgh is basically one long awful turnpike with occasional rest stops where people steal your Hannukah presents.



Next year, I may have the opportunity to celebrate Groundhog Day at the holiday’s ground zero, Gobbler’s Knob (yes, really). In the meantime, this year I settled for a strange pseudo-celebration of Groundhog Day in DC with “Potomac Phil,” Punxatawney Phil’s more . . . deceased brother. There were paper top hats, groundhog cookies, a PETA protest and some patriotic singing. In the evening I took in a viewing of the movie over Klondike bars, beer and mozzarella sticks. Then, in keeping with the film’s theme of mindless, destructive repetition, I watched half of the movie again at home with E.

And now it’s Friday! And the rest of February (including a looming thirtieth birthday) stretches in front of me. It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last [me] for the rest of [my] life. But! Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on its smiling face a dream of spring.

Ciao.

Ve-dux

January is finally over and with it goes my no-animal-products diet experiment.  This morning I enjoyed a delicious bagel with cream cheese, and last night E and I hit up a Meat Week DC event sponsored by the PORC food truck.  (Perfect timing, Meat Week! High fives.)  I’m happy to be able to supplement my diet with meat and dairy again, but part of me misses the structure that the diet provided.  In some ways it made everyday decisions a lot easier, and now that the entire world of food is available to me again, the options seem kind of overwhelming.  What do I want to cook?  How ethical do I want to be in my food choices, now that an ethos (however experimental and temporary) isn’t prescribed for me?  To what degree do I eat for health, and to what degree for pleasure?  Do I have any Gas-X handy?  So much to consider. 

GET IN MY MOUTH

On Tuesday night I made myself a last vegan dinner of easily the ugliest potato leek soup ever inflicted on a bowl.  It was poop-brown because of vegetable stock and sautéed mushrooms, and thick with potato, fennel and mushroom chunks.  However, it was also really tasty:  I had two bowls.  I had planned to make my cookies & cream ice cream too, so I could eat it today as part of my post-vegan celebration, but then I realized that trying to make ice cream when I can’t eat ice cream (even to lick the spoon, or my fingers, or the floor, whatever) is a recipe for disaster.  Also I forgot to put the ice cream bowl in the freezer. 

Moving forward, I do want to continue to honor the environmental, political and social concerns from which veganism generally emerges.  While I like to eat eggs, cheese, chicken and beef, I don’t like factory farming because it’s cruel, wasteful, environmentally destructive and economically problematic.  So, the plan moving forward is to avoid meat (and to a degree dairy) unless I know, and generally approve of, where it came from.  Free-range, organic, pasture-raised, no hormones, the whole deal.  Fortunately, I live in a city where restaurants increasingly provide that kind of information (and vegetarian options when they don’t), and I live a handful of blocks from a year-round farmers market that sells a variety of local meats AND stays open until 1 pm.



We are also fortunate in that we are not totally ill-prepared to spend a bit more money for quality ingredients whose origin is known and favorable.  E and I have agreed to stop buying obviously factory-farmed meat at the grocery store (it’s tough for him - the man does love a sale on shaved beef, and who wouldn’t?).  We’ve already been buying local bacon, chickens and ribs from the Dupont Farmers Market, so we’ll keep that up and supplement with clearly designated Whole Foods meats.  This may mean that we eat less meat in general, so the expense may not change as much, and we will generally be doing less harm, so it’s kind of a win-win.  Dairy-wise, we typically buy our feta and mozzarella at the market, as well as farm-fresh free-range eggs.  I doubt I’ll start asking about the origin of the cheeses in my pizza at restaurants or anything, but I may stop buying super-processed shredded cheeses in favor of quality cheese that I can shred myself.  I’m on the fence about whether I’ll go back to skim milk or stick to almond milk with my morning cereal, but I’m counting it as a positive that I’m perfectly fine with either one.  My workday lunch, which generally consists of hummus, veggies and greens/tortilla, won’t be affected at all.

For February, I’ve decided to focus on meditation.  I tried last year and really enjoyed the practice, but I crapped out after two weeks because I am bad at time management.  This time, I shall persevere!  Meridian Yoga is just up the street from me and offers meditation classes; plus I have a book & CD to help out with my home practice.  I don’t expect to be meditating every night, but I’m shooting for several nights a week at minimum, with some non-blog journaling thrown in to monitor effects (or lack thereof).

Onward and upward!

Use More Words

More words!  Rules about judging continue to apply.


fauxgress (n): portmanteau of “faux” and “progress” - the mainstreaming or appropriating of a progressive goal through suspect logic and/or execution
example Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way”
from Social Justice League

ensorcell (v): to bewitch, enchant - basically the verb for sorceror
usage As you can tell, I could not have been more ensorcelled by the movie star/makeup artist/entrepreneur [Salma Hayek].
from Lucky Magazine (yes, there are occasionally words in that magazine)

regret ceiling (n): the maximum amount of guilt or remorse one can feel before forgetting/moving on from a regrettable event or situation.  I mostly like this phrase because it could be a good way to explain certain aspects of my personality/behavior to other people: I am prone to high regret ceilings.

chichi: "showily or affectedly elegant or trendy; pretentious" (dictionary.com)  Onamatopoetic, no?
pronunciation: shishi

loaded for bear: mentally and/or physically prepared (or perhaps overprepared) for a strenous task.
etymology: Originated with hunters, who would need to carry different equipment (& different expectations) for hunting bear than for any other type of game in north america.
from Brian Cranston's interview with Marc Maron on the WTF podcast (Sidebar: Brian Cranston is AWESOME.  He was once wanted for murder.  And then he was the dad on Malcolm in the Middle.)

geech: I saw this word in a blog post that I apparently did not bookmark.  It was used as a verb and I think it was shorthand for gchatting, but can't find evidence of that usage in five minutes of Googling and apparently that's my research limit today. It has a number of colorful definitions on Urban Dictionary but other evidence (The Simpsons, as well as a namesake comic strip and beer) suggests connections to small-town/rural America.  Any insights would be appreciated!

farting at a fan: pointlessly doing (presumably minor) damage to one's self.  Gross, funny and accurate.
from Urban Dictionary Word of the Day

opuscule: A small or minor work.  (How deliciously dismissive does that term sound?  Probably because "puscule" sounds like "pustule." I don't think it's supposed to be derogatory but it's hard to escape the connection.)
from Dictionary.com Word of the Day

postprandial: after eating.  Like postcoital, but . . . also good. "Prandium" is Latin for "late breakfast" (or second breakfast). related: jentacular - pertaining to Latin "jentaculum," or first breakfast.
from I forget.

bellwether: this one is pretty well-known but the word's modern meaning of vanguard/trendsetter comes from the word for a ram (wether) who wore a bell to lead his flock of sheep. Both cynical and accurate as an analogy for cultural and political trends.

hangry: angry as a result of hunger
from Ceejus, maybe?  Not sure.

Keep On Eatin' On

I'm now three weeks into my no-meat-no-dairy experiment.  The novelty is has mostly worn off, which is on the one hand kind of nice, since it means I'm coming to terms with the limitations of the diet, but on the other hand can signal a certain complacency which is not in keeping with my goal of learning more about veganism.  Fortunately, Kenji Lopez-Alt at Serious Eats just started a similar experiment.  His (decidedly more thorough) discussion, along with some vegan recipes, can be found here.

Ongoing observations:

- Navigating restaurants with these diet restrictions remains difficult and tests my flexibility.  I try not to be a spoilsport when going out with friends, but it's obvious that I need to be proactive about pushing vegan-friendly restaurants, and/or flexible about eating ahead of time, when making plans with friends.

- Even when I do find vegan options at restaurants, I often still leave less than satisfied with the value I'm getting.  At restaurants I generally try to order dishes that are difficult to make at home, or that involve specialized ingredients (often meat, which I cook relatively rarely myself).  Certainly there are vegan dishes which fit those requirements, but there are also plenty that don't.  $8.50 for a peanut butter sandwich seems a bit exorbitant  (Iota, in Arlington - which is curiously thin in veg options given its cultural niche).  On top of that, at many mid-level restaurants, the vegan option is just a regular option with certain elements removed (like the Federalist, where I requested my admittedly-delicious potato and leek tart sans goat cheese).  In both cases I ended up feeling like I'm paying the same amount for less.

- At-home cooking takes more thought/time while I have fewer protein sources at my disposal.  My go-to couscous/pasta/rice + poached/fried egg + whatever veggies we have in the fridge + parmesan/hot sauce is a no-go until February.  Avocado, hummus and beans fill the egg/cheese void, but not perfectly.  More seasoning helps too (I'm enamored of the combo of garlic powder & pimenton right now), and I've even found some actually vegan shredded cheese that doesn't make me barf.  But when I'm really hungry RIGHT NOW, I'm still resorting to PB&J (or, on a bad day, Tofutti Cuties) to tide me over after work while the beets roast or the beans soak. Not exactly top-notch nutrition.

Tonight I made a tasty casserole while grazing through my quick-pick vegan options (grapes, prunes, pb on a spoon).  It doesn't look like much but it turned out well and I'll likely revisit the recipe in the post-vegan future.  On the other hand, I've also picked out the first two recipes I'll be making in February: yum and double yum.

Vegan Bake**

Leftover rice
Fava beans, cooked until they're barely recognizable (ideally the day before. GEEZ beans require planning)
3 cloves garlic, minced
head of chard, sliced & lightly sauteed
pureed tomato (from this summer, by way of the freezer)
chopped dill
garlic, pimenton, salt, pepper
bread crumbs
Daiya vegan cheese (to sprinkle on top)

Layer to your liking, bake for 40 mins on 350, eat with your face.



*An exception: the menu at Zaytinya had a number of really, truly delicious, totally vegan small plates.  Although their pita inexplicably include dairy, they brought me cucumbers to dip in the rich hummus.

**Thanks to Bill Bryson, I now know who to thank/blame for precision measurements in recipes, a practice not popularized until 1845 by Eliza Acton and Isabella Beeton.  I am also much better acquainted with how to properly berate my servants.

Favorite Things Friday: Saturday Edition

I got to enjoy snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes last night on the walk home from a delicious vegan dinner with friends.  Here's hoping there's more silver-white winter coming before it melts into spring, because I'm really excited about my new raccoon hat . . .

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I already posted about it last week but, just to reiterate, Ellen Willis is a badass.  (An excellent review from the awesome Rachael Maddux can be found here.)









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My new favorite blog, which is teaching me lots of new words, is Social Justice League.  It engages with the sociological problems of pop culture while generally remaining a fan of pop culture, which is SUPER HARD.  I really enjoyed the discussion of the unreliable narrator in 500 Days of Summer, and also the problem with Pepper Potts.

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Upon discovery, I immediately scrolled through all 100-something pages of the Old Love tumblr (via Miss Moss).


















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Oh hey I joined  over the holidays . . . mostly to spite Google Reader for dropping the "Note in Reader" feature.  Watch me turn the whole thing into a perverse competition!  Or forget about it completely, immediately.  In other news, some of the people I kind of know have excellent taste.

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Champagne-cage chair craft - easy to do, cute, fun and a sweet memory of drinking bubbly.  Also a god thing to do with your hands at a dinner party.  via Nag on the Lake














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Finally, a long one:

A while ago, I posted this video of Kermit from Sam & Friends lip syncing to “A Horse Named Bill."  I had tried to add that song to my December 2011 playlist but couldn’t find exactly that version, which I prefer for its weird lyrics about a whale named Lena breaking the ten commandments. The closest version I could find on iTunes was one by some guy named Brian Dewan - not exactly the same, but he included the verse I wanted (that jerk Jerry Garcia left it out, probably because he is racist against whales).

Later, I was poking around on the Neutral Milk Hotel website because I remembered that Jeff Mangum just released a box set, and, why don’t I have that yet? There, I noticed that the set comes with a poster version of the flying gramophone from the CD liner to In the Aeroplane Over the Sea . . . by artist Brian Dewan.

In college, I taped this exact CD liner next to my bed in my dorm room, right next to, if memory serves, some art made for me by children I babysat, and a ketchup packet.














Anyway, probably not the same guy, right? That would be a weird coincidence.  But it IS!  He also did album art for David Byrne and They Might Be Giants, plays lots of weird experimental instruments and is clearly a big fat hipster-nerd. So I guess it’s not shocking that he was floating around two different musical things that I lurve, because I am nothing if not predictable in my lurve for hipster-nerds. Still, neat, right?

Well, THEN I scrolled down and saw that Dewan also contributed to the Where in the World is Carmen San Diego soundtrack, which was basically the soundtrack to my life for the whole of my tenth year on earth. For anyone else out there who also had a cassette player, a minor children’s game show fetish and a major Rockapella crush (god help me I loved the white guy with the cornrows), Dewan cowrote and presumably performed this weird and depressing song (whose choice for the soundtrack, I now realize, makes no sense):

 
This song was at the end of the tape and so includes an inside-joke secret track at the very end.  Remember secret tracks?

MAN I need to dig up that cassette tape.

According to his website, Dewan currently records experimental electronic music with his cousin under the name “Dewanatron,” and designs and builds “synthesizers in custom cabinetry, often reminiscent of either New England churches or 1940's school house architecture” (!!!) He also makes (or made) modern art film strips/installations that sound kind of amazing.  And he may have written music for Sesame Street?

I guess that’s all. Just wanted to let you know that I am super glad this person exists in the world.

Read More Words: Out of the Vinyl Deeps

Books to read (or re-read) in 2012

In pursuit of my 2012 resolution to "read more in general," I'm plowing through Out of the Vinyl Deeps: Ellen Willis on Rock Music and it is giving me a pretty bad lady-crush.  Also some hand-cramps from excessive underlining. A few samples . . .


On pop culture:

Conservative and utopian idealogues agree that man must understand and control his environment; the questions are how, and for whose benefit.  But pop culture defines man as a receiver of stimuli, his environment as sensory patterns to be enjoyed, not interpreted (literature and philosophy are irrelevant) or acted upon (politics is irrelevant). . . . The bureaucrat defends standardization because it makes a complex society manageable.  Yet he thinks of himself as an individualist and finds the idea of mass-produced, mechanized art incomprehensible, threatening--or a put-on.  The pop artist looks at mass culture naively and sees beauty in its regular patterns; like an anthropologist exhibiting Indian basket-weaving, Warhol shows us our folk art--soup cans.  His message--the Emperor has no clothes, but that's all right, in fact it's beautiful--takes acceptance of image for essence to its logical extreme.


On Dylan (next to which I just wrote "YES"):

Dylan has a lavish verbal imagination and a brilliant sense of irony, and many of his images--especially on the two Blonde on Blonde records--are memorable.  But poetry also requires economy, coherence, and discrimination, and Dylan has perpetrated prolix verses, horrendous grammar, tangles phrases, silly metaphors, embarrassing cliches, muddled though; at times he seems to believe one good image deserves five others, and he relies too much on rhyme.  His chief literary virtue--sensitivity to psychological nuance--belongs to fiction more than poetry.


Even the footnotes she wrote later are memorable.  Poetic crimes aside, she clearly loves Dylan (as do I) but notes in reference to her 1967 discussion of "Another Side of Bob Dylan":

Here as elsewhere in this prefeminist essay I refer with aplomb if not outright endorsement to Dylan's characteristic bohemian contempt for women (which he combined with an equally obnoxious idealization of female goddess figures).  At the time I did not question the idea that women were guardians of oppressive conventional values; I only thought of myself as an exception.  I was not possessive; I understood men's need to go on the road because I was, spiritually speaking, on the road myself.  That, at least, was my fantasy; the realities of my life were somewhat more ambiguous.


Rock on.

Just Eat It

You'll be happy to know that I've made it all the way to day two of my minimal-animal-foods diet.  I'm shying away from calling it a vegan diet, because veganism is really more of a philosophy and I imagine true vegans would resent my using the term for a temporary project born largely out of curiosity.  Also I don't intend to stop eating honey, so, there's that.  I will refer to foods as vegan, since that's a more fact-based designation.

What I've learned so far:

- It's hard to eat out as a vegan, even in very hipster-friendly venues.  I had dinner with a vegetarian friend last night and had basically two menu options, one of which (the black bean soup) was basically just a can of beans put into a bowl with some seasoned salt in it.  Not that I'm complaining, black beans and seasoned salt are delicious - but it wasn't exactly worth the $5 hipster-bar-on-H-street premium I paid.  Fortunately my vegetarian friend was able to provide some guidance and sympathy, having had a decade and a half's worth of experience navigating not-so-veggie-friendly menus.  

- Apparently not all beer is vegan, owing to the use of animal byproducts like isinglass and gelatin during the brewing process, as well as lactose (e.g. milk stouts) and honey for flavor.  The beer I had last night, Summer Solstice Cerveza Crema by Anderson Valley Brewing Company, might even have had some lactose in it - which, to be fair, I probably should have figured out from its name.  Either way it was delicious, but dangerously like drinking alcoholic cream soda.  Will have to revisit later in the year.

- Most faux meats are not vegan, as they rely heavily on eggs as the first or second ingredient.  Some have cheese as well, as I learned on my Safeway visit today.  As a carnivore I actually enjoy Morningstar Farm's facon (faux bacon) but Smart Bacon is my only vegan "bacon-style strip" option this month.  I found some vegan faux chick nuggets, as well faux mayo and soy cheese, with a little bit of searching.  The rest of my purchases were produce.

When I got home from Safeway I made myself a modified vegan FLT with my spoils. 

The verdict(s):

- Nayonnaise is quite tasty and nearly identical to light mayonnaise nutrition-wise.

- Smart Bacon looks gross, smells gross, and doesn't bring much to the table flavor-wise

Doesn't exactly scream "EAT ME"

- The soy cheese I got actually isn't vegan, apparently: its second ingredient is casein, which is a milk protein used as a binder. It does taste suspiciously like "real" American cheese, which is to say not at all like cheese but still occasionally delicious.  I didn't realize this until I'd unwrapped one slice so we'll call that slip #2 of likely many.

- The best part of the sandwich, by far, was the avocado.  

Lesson learned: mother nature makes better vegan food than people do.  Shocking, I know.

NOT WRITE NOTES

Johnny Cash, putting your life goals in perspective since 1955. Via Gingerhaze.

Welp, it's nearly 2012.  Not sure where the time went, but happy to have had it.  While end-of-year introspection generally leaves me mulling over negatives (an unfortunate but inescapable habit), I have to admit that 2011 was a pretty good year.  If I had made resolutions, the list probably would have looked like this:

1. Get married.
2. Advance professionally.

Done and done.  We had a fun wedding, an amazing honeymoon, and an intimate courthouse ceremony.  I start on Tuesday in a new position at the same nonprofit where I've been working for a few years, and am crossing my fingers that I do a good job and serve the organization well.  Whatever fitness goals I had at the beginning of the year were more or less not met, so that will be a project for a new year. But on the other hand, I ate (and cooked) a lot of amazing food.  2011 was also the year of not one but TWO totally genuine surprise parties (birthday and wedding shower), and of a pretty lovely bachelorette party.  I did a bit of yoga, I read, I watched movies, I spent time with friends.  I acquired a few nice new possessions, and kept an impressive quantity of indoor plants alive.  I survived being a bride and a bridesmaid. I got drunk at a zoo.  I got drunk at a butterfly garden.  I saw family.  I saw  Carhenge.  I drove across the country.  I touched a dolphin, and saw a shark in the wild.  I snuggled my brother's dog.  I gave (and received) a fair number of high-fives.

2012 has me feeling similarly ambitious.  On the slate:

- Read Ulysses
- Read more in general
- Meditate more/take a meditation class
- Record my dreams more frequently
- Write in private journal more
- Blog more regularly, if not more frequently
- Move to a bigger place, preferably one we own, preferably with a yard
- Get a dog?
- Improve aerobic fitness
- Find & go to a new dentist
- Floss
- Drink more water
- Beat Portal 1 and 2

I'm also toying with a year-long project, or series of projects, to keep me engaged and/or trying new things.  The basic idea is to have a theme for each month and to pursue that theme, in whatever way is most appropriate, as consistently as possible, throughout the month.  My early ideas for this were based on different types of deprivation, which has its place for sure, but I'm trying to keep it flexible and also productive.  So far, possibilities include:

- Minimize and when possible eliminate animal-based foods for a month
- Forgo TV for a month
- Avoid online social networking for a month
- Crafting month
- Meditation month (perhaps my own 28-day meditation challenge)
- Journaling (or dream-journaling) every day for a month
- Running month?  (w/ help from the Couch to 5K app)
- Guitar month (note: this would require obtaining a guitar, as the bro has reclaimed his)
- Writing (of the non-journal variety) month

I'm going to start with no-animal-foods for January and see how that goes.  I think it will be really, really hard and involve a lot of peanut butter, hummus, and rice with beans.  Hopefully enough veggies to keep things moving as well.

The worry, of course, is that I am generally much better at making lists and devising projects than I am at following through on them.  E will hopefully help me with motivation, although he's been a pretty hard sell on the whole no-cheese thing so I'll be going that bit alone.  Other than that, I guess all I can do is keep moving and take it day by day.

Happy new year, all!


Annnnd GO.

Favorite Things Friday: YouTube Edition

Happy Friday! Here are some weird and/or amazing things on the internet.  Mostly stolen from friends in real life/Facebook/both.  Thank you friends!

 
 God bless, He-Man. Via Gingerhaze

 
 Amy Sedaris knows what's up.

 
So pretty.



This nonsense song lip-sung by Kermit from Sam & Friends is apparently a traditional (and disturbing) children's song called "A Horse Named Bill." Via io9's collection of lesser-known Henson videos.  (Fun fact: the song was also recorded by Jerry Garcia).

The Colbert Report	Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
"The Nutcracker" Ballet Performance
www.colbertnation.com
Colbert Report Full Episodes Political Humor & Satire Blog Video Archive

Continuing the theme of men without pants (which should be a band name, btw).

If you're already in Community withdrawal.



Rick Perry: douchebag.



And finally: Teddy Bear the talking Porcupine is pro-pumpkin.