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2003
I'll be leaving Jersey for Virginia tonight. My cousin Krista and I are headed down to either my folks' or to my townhouse for the night, and then tomorrow we'll be doing another drive around the state to get me situated back at my folks' before the new year hits.
Moving is such an enormous hassle at times, but its going to be so much fun with Krista in tow. We're gonna probably play like its New Years Eve from now until we pick up Ms. Mara at the Airport.
Mara, my supertwin, is in fact coming to VA for the New Years. How muthafawkin cool is that? She read the live journal before we could talk it out and had already made her plans. I'm gonna give that a big ol' "yay-yay."
So Mara is to arrive, and the whole crew is coming south... now its just a matter of confirming with Kelly that our plans are still on. I've got a little anxiety that something might happeen and Bossa might not be available or that its gonna be too many people or something... but those are just the little anxiousnesses of a host. I'm positively stoked.
In other flame-related news, I small child said to his father "look daddy, he's a fairy!" as he pointed at me yesterday night. I was wearing fairy wings that Ristika (krista) bought for me at Hershey Park in PA, and she was wearing a blinking red nose... no, we're not attention whores or anything.
We made the trip to PA to stay the night with Aunt Terri and Charese, since it was Charese's birthday yesterday. Her boyfriend Tim took her out to dinner and then to Hershey Park's Candy Lane, and we all met them there.
It was the closest I've been to Harrisburg since Trev and I broke up, and I did really well. I didn't kirk out or anything.
So, there is still packing to do to get Ristika ready for a week or so in DC, and I get to help. This should consist of three outfits for each day she's there just to accomidate her indecisiveness. Like I'm any better 😛
Moving is such an enormous hassle at times, but its going to be so much fun with Krista in tow. We're gonna probably play like its New Years Eve from now until we pick up Ms. Mara at the Airport.
Mara, my supertwin, is in fact coming to VA for the New Years. How muthafawkin cool is that? She read the live journal before we could talk it out and had already made her plans. I'm gonna give that a big ol' "yay-yay."
So Mara is to arrive, and the whole crew is coming south... now its just a matter of confirming with Kelly that our plans are still on. I've got a little anxiety that something might happeen and Bossa might not be available or that its gonna be too many people or something... but those are just the little anxiousnesses of a host. I'm positively stoked.
In other flame-related news, I small child said to his father "look daddy, he's a fairy!" as he pointed at me yesterday night. I was wearing fairy wings that Ristika (krista) bought for me at Hershey Park in PA, and she was wearing a blinking red nose... no, we're not attention whores or anything.
We made the trip to PA to stay the night with Aunt Terri and Charese, since it was Charese's birthday yesterday. Her boyfriend Tim took her out to dinner and then to Hershey Park's Candy Lane, and we all met them there.
It was the closest I've been to Harrisburg since Trev and I broke up, and I did really well. I didn't kirk out or anything.
So, there is still packing to do to get Ristika ready for a week or so in DC, and I get to help. This should consist of three outfits for each day she's there just to accomidate her indecisiveness. Like I'm any better 😛
2004
Today I moved out of the Dirty House for good. Mara and Krista left at around 3:45am to get Mara to the airport, and I decided against tagging along. It would have been silly for Ristika to come all the way back to my house from balitmore to drop me off and then diddy bop back up past balitmore again on her way home to Jersey... it would have been silly just so I could say goodbye at the same time.
I'm a mushy boy insofar as that I cried when my ladies left. Not bawling or anything, but definatly streams down the cheeks. How big of a geek am I? I couldn't help it, I had such an amazing time this week.
Krista and I came down to the Dirty House, then proceeded down to my folks for a financial pick-me-up as well as to retrieve my car. Of course my car didn't bother to start when we got there (dead battery), so we just hopped in the Krista Mobile and returned back up the Fairfax. I reckon its a good thing we took her car anyway, 'cause its so much easier to parallel park than my Big. Red. Boat.
On our first night out in the city, Krista and I went to Cosi (you'll see that as a developing pattern) for dinner and to celebrate the arrival of my bag of Holiday Greens. We ran into my friend Nuvia, and she was on the prowl for Santa's Good Stuff, too, so we drove around until she saw a dealer on the corner that she knew. Krista and she bonded over the pains of ugly puerto ricans, and we all rolled a festive blunt and walked through Dupont smoking. I couldn't have felt more Gang-Star.
On Christmas Eve Eve I called my friend Markie and we went to his place to hang out. He lives up by the convention center, on 10th and M, and so we ended up taking our Chariot (the G2 Bus) into Dupont after we pregamed with an entire bottle of our friend Jim Bean. Lawdy. Needless to say, the bus ride was particularly drunktastic, as was running into Mark's ex Brandon, who I had met previously. I had actually met Brandon on my own and realized his relationship to Markie via the powers of the Triumvarate. Poor ol' Brandon didn't realize that we have some sort of freak ability to triangulate people on the greater eastern seaboard... he couldn't have known that his exboyfriend's best friend is a SuperTwin.
Anyway, we decide that we're going to go to Cobalt after we find out that Apex is closed for the night (who closes on Tuesday? Ew), and we proceed to get in the middle of the herd. A drunk Maneuver was going to have to be performed to get Ristika, myself, and Markie into the venue... but at the last minute the maneuver had to be aborted as one of us got caught. Defeated, we headed for Cosi....
As luck would have it, Mark noticed a door slightly ajar. Printed on a small sheet of paper taped to the door is "Employee Entrance Only", and we realize its to Cobalt. Without much hesitation or delibaration, we're sneaking in the door and shimmying up the fire escape. As we arrive at the final door into our RetroNight, Mark tells us the game plan: sprint to the center of the club as fast as you can. Stay in the crowd. We may as well have synchronized our watches.
Oh yes, we danced to Step By Step and "The Last Song." No need to even question whether we got in or not! Speaking of synchronizing, I got to synchronize my hips with a cute boy's on the dancefloor... I'll never know his name, but doesn't that just make it better? I was on my way to the bar with Krista and Markie, and the boy pulls me over to him, allowing my cabal to venture further forward. About 20 feet ahead now, Markie looks back and stops Krista... "We've lost one."
It didn't last long. The sheer combined force of the three of us that night was probably too much for most mortal men to stand, 'cause Markie and I shortly discarded him back into the pile of boys.
On our way out, however, Krista broke the heel on her leather boots, and proceeded to throw 'em into the Trash and walk 10 blocks back to Mark's in her bare feet. Atta-Girl! I was soooo proud of my gurl! Anyone FRC enuff to throw their Leather Boots out and highstep their ass golden style through dupont gets props. We earned our Denny's Breakfast at 5am.
The next day Krista and I are preparing to get my Supertwin, Mara, from the airport when we notice that the car is overheating. We had to make the executive decesion to have her come in via the train to Union Station, as we returned home to take my cousin Tabby (tabitha called Tuhbabitha much to her chagrin) vehicle into the city.
Tuhbabitha and Charese came down for new years, and I could talk about it at length, but there is no need to. Tabby was ragging and bleeding through and bein' ultra-snotty. Charese is just so young. Bleh. I can't fuss too much, cause Tabby let us take her car into the city to wait for Mara, who, the poor thing, had a delayed flight as well as less than perfect flight companions.
I want so badly to go into stories or yarns and talk about Mara, but I don't really know how-- she's my supertwin, so knowing my reaction means you prolly know her reaction. Something you Replace that begins with an "H"? What would you put down? In the last game of scattergories we played, we both had "Helium Tank." Thats the best way I can put it. I love her with all my heart.
So, that said, we shopped around at Union Station for a while for her, but then grew tired of the wait and bopped over to Le Cosi to grab a sandwhich. I grabbed one for Miss Mara, too... I had to. I'm a fatty... I know the only thing that fixes these sorts of delays is food, so I had to get her one, I just had to. But I was left with a condumdrum: what the hell type of sandwhich does mara prefer? The only thing worse thing worse than me not bringing a sandwhich would be me bringing a yucky sandwhich. I had to get it right.
Turkey. Its gotta be turkey. You can't go wrong with turkey and cheddar. Who doesn't like turkey and cheddar? To not like it would simply be UnAmerican.
I think she liked it =)
Anyway, New Years was spent in Silver Spring at one of my friend Jackie's friends house... I didn't really know 'em at all, but by the end of the night, we were the definition of "the life of the party." They practically took notes and fought over who got to tell the story of our family. Huge house, Jewish Dentist Dad. Nuff Said.
So, Crababitha bitched at the party. She bitched in teh city. If bitches were hammers, she'd have had a folk hit. She and Charese disappeared from whence they came the day after they came down.. really, it was less than a 24 hour visit.
Clearly I'm upset. Clearly.
So broken up that we actually made it out *again*, and we went to two different college night events, one at Platinum, the other at Apex (Gaypex). At Platinum I saw a cute boy talking to Mara, and apparently the conversation started as such:
Dude: Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Mara: No, I don't really dance like this! I'm just having fun!
Dude: Thats not what I wanted to ask you.
It turns out he was asking about me =) The only fags in the place found the other one. They wouldn't come up and dance, though, they said it was better to admire from afar. "admire"
Whatever.
I love dancing with my cousins. It makes me so happy. They're goofball chowderheads and I love it. Love Love Love it. I am so blessed that I get to share blood with my best friends... you can't choose family, but I wouldn't choose anyone else.
Anyway, the next few days were spent bonding... we made it to the hirshorn (the hub of all things is awesome), to the cosi, and around scott circle and dupot circle countless times. We ate at the GhettoStarChineseWok... In fact, we ate just about everywhere. Cause we ate a lot. A lot a lot. Mara made alfredo. Brownies. Krista made Jello. We made 10 mile long trips for ice cream. In fact, though we failed at our attempts to get ice cream a couple of times, we really did make like 3 efforts for 3 different varieties. Gosh we ate.
But, eventually it had to be done....and my girls left today.
I don't even wanna talk about it, 'cause then I'll start missin' them again. I also don't want to talk anymore about the food we ate, 'cause then I'll be haungry again.
Mm...haungry...
Oh! About the move: I left sooo much shit behind at the Dirty House... my poor fuckin slumlords. If they didn't suck so badly, I sure would be upset about leaving them with all that junk 😉
I'm a mushy boy insofar as that I cried when my ladies left. Not bawling or anything, but definatly streams down the cheeks. How big of a geek am I? I couldn't help it, I had such an amazing time this week.
Krista and I came down to the Dirty House, then proceeded down to my folks for a financial pick-me-up as well as to retrieve my car. Of course my car didn't bother to start when we got there (dead battery), so we just hopped in the Krista Mobile and returned back up the Fairfax. I reckon its a good thing we took her car anyway, 'cause its so much easier to parallel park than my Big. Red. Boat.
On our first night out in the city, Krista and I went to Cosi (you'll see that as a developing pattern) for dinner and to celebrate the arrival of my bag of Holiday Greens. We ran into my friend Nuvia, and she was on the prowl for Santa's Good Stuff, too, so we drove around until she saw a dealer on the corner that she knew. Krista and she bonded over the pains of ugly puerto ricans, and we all rolled a festive blunt and walked through Dupont smoking. I couldn't have felt more Gang-Star.
On Christmas Eve Eve I called my friend Markie and we went to his place to hang out. He lives up by the convention center, on 10th and M, and so we ended up taking our Chariot (the G2 Bus) into Dupont after we pregamed with an entire bottle of our friend Jim Bean. Lawdy. Needless to say, the bus ride was particularly drunktastic, as was running into Mark's ex Brandon, who I had met previously. I had actually met Brandon on my own and realized his relationship to Markie via the powers of the Triumvarate. Poor ol' Brandon didn't realize that we have some sort of freak ability to triangulate people on the greater eastern seaboard... he couldn't have known that his exboyfriend's best friend is a SuperTwin.
Anyway, we decide that we're going to go to Cobalt after we find out that Apex is closed for the night (who closes on Tuesday? Ew), and we proceed to get in the middle of the herd. A drunk Maneuver was going to have to be performed to get Ristika, myself, and Markie into the venue... but at the last minute the maneuver had to be aborted as one of us got caught. Defeated, we headed for Cosi....
As luck would have it, Mark noticed a door slightly ajar. Printed on a small sheet of paper taped to the door is "Employee Entrance Only", and we realize its to Cobalt. Without much hesitation or delibaration, we're sneaking in the door and shimmying up the fire escape. As we arrive at the final door into our RetroNight, Mark tells us the game plan: sprint to the center of the club as fast as you can. Stay in the crowd. We may as well have synchronized our watches.
Oh yes, we danced to Step By Step and "The Last Song." No need to even question whether we got in or not! Speaking of synchronizing, I got to synchronize my hips with a cute boy's on the dancefloor... I'll never know his name, but doesn't that just make it better? I was on my way to the bar with Krista and Markie, and the boy pulls me over to him, allowing my cabal to venture further forward. About 20 feet ahead now, Markie looks back and stops Krista... "We've lost one."
It didn't last long. The sheer combined force of the three of us that night was probably too much for most mortal men to stand, 'cause Markie and I shortly discarded him back into the pile of boys.
On our way out, however, Krista broke the heel on her leather boots, and proceeded to throw 'em into the Trash and walk 10 blocks back to Mark's in her bare feet. Atta-Girl! I was soooo proud of my gurl! Anyone FRC enuff to throw their Leather Boots out and highstep their ass golden style through dupont gets props. We earned our Denny's Breakfast at 5am.
The next day Krista and I are preparing to get my Supertwin, Mara, from the airport when we notice that the car is overheating. We had to make the executive decesion to have her come in via the train to Union Station, as we returned home to take my cousin Tabby (tabitha called Tuhbabitha much to her chagrin) vehicle into the city.
Tuhbabitha and Charese came down for new years, and I could talk about it at length, but there is no need to. Tabby was ragging and bleeding through and bein' ultra-snotty. Charese is just so young. Bleh. I can't fuss too much, cause Tabby let us take her car into the city to wait for Mara, who, the poor thing, had a delayed flight as well as less than perfect flight companions.
I want so badly to go into stories or yarns and talk about Mara, but I don't really know how-- she's my supertwin, so knowing my reaction means you prolly know her reaction. Something you Replace that begins with an "H"? What would you put down? In the last game of scattergories we played, we both had "Helium Tank." Thats the best way I can put it. I love her with all my heart.
So, that said, we shopped around at Union Station for a while for her, but then grew tired of the wait and bopped over to Le Cosi to grab a sandwhich. I grabbed one for Miss Mara, too... I had to. I'm a fatty... I know the only thing that fixes these sorts of delays is food, so I had to get her one, I just had to. But I was left with a condumdrum: what the hell type of sandwhich does mara prefer? The only thing worse thing worse than me not bringing a sandwhich would be me bringing a yucky sandwhich. I had to get it right.
Turkey. Its gotta be turkey. You can't go wrong with turkey and cheddar. Who doesn't like turkey and cheddar? To not like it would simply be UnAmerican.
I think she liked it =)
Anyway, New Years was spent in Silver Spring at one of my friend Jackie's friends house... I didn't really know 'em at all, but by the end of the night, we were the definition of "the life of the party." They practically took notes and fought over who got to tell the story of our family. Huge house, Jewish Dentist Dad. Nuff Said.
So, Crababitha bitched at the party. She bitched in teh city. If bitches were hammers, she'd have had a folk hit. She and Charese disappeared from whence they came the day after they came down.. really, it was less than a 24 hour visit.
Clearly I'm upset. Clearly.
So broken up that we actually made it out *again*, and we went to two different college night events, one at Platinum, the other at Apex (Gaypex). At Platinum I saw a cute boy talking to Mara, and apparently the conversation started as such:
Dude: Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Mara: No, I don't really dance like this! I'm just having fun!
Dude: Thats not what I wanted to ask you.
It turns out he was asking about me =) The only fags in the place found the other one. They wouldn't come up and dance, though, they said it was better to admire from afar. "admire"
Whatever.
I love dancing with my cousins. It makes me so happy. They're goofball chowderheads and I love it. Love Love Love it. I am so blessed that I get to share blood with my best friends... you can't choose family, but I wouldn't choose anyone else.
Anyway, the next few days were spent bonding... we made it to the hirshorn (the hub of all things is awesome), to the cosi, and around scott circle and dupot circle countless times. We ate at the GhettoStarChineseWok... In fact, we ate just about everywhere. Cause we ate a lot. A lot a lot. Mara made alfredo. Brownies. Krista made Jello. We made 10 mile long trips for ice cream. In fact, though we failed at our attempts to get ice cream a couple of times, we really did make like 3 efforts for 3 different varieties. Gosh we ate.
But, eventually it had to be done....and my girls left today.
I don't even wanna talk about it, 'cause then I'll start missin' them again. I also don't want to talk anymore about the food we ate, 'cause then I'll be haungry again.
Mm...haungry...
Oh! About the move: I left sooo much shit behind at the Dirty House... my poor fuckin slumlords. If they didn't suck so badly, I sure would be upset about leaving them with all that junk 😉
So, thats my potential new pad. After discovering that I didn't get the preapproval for the mortgage, I spent the day trying to find 2 bedrooms in A) the area I wanted, and B) in the price range I wanted. I think I've found a good one.
I'm gonna go tour the facility tomorrow and then report in to the Potential Roomie, Tiffany. Half of me just wants to look at the housing manager and yell "GIMMIE!" but I realize that won't work too well.
It took me about 10 hours of constant searching to find that damn place, and I can say that my mood lifted infinitly when I findly found it. The feeling of "trapped" sucks big wookie.
Oh! Oh! On the brighter news front, I have my first business dinner with my new client, Evolvian tomorrow. We're meeting at Artie's in Fairfax City. How lame is it that this week I am so broke I'm gonna have to ask my parents for business dinner money?
LAAAAAME.
The weekend wrapped itself up nicely, and that did nothing but lead to Monday classes. Things are goin' how they should be, so no worries gentle journal... though, one prof is worthy of mention today. Her name is Dr. Sparks, and blonde, tall, power-suited sexy-fierce chica that comes complete with a winnning smile and a vicious glare. Only the former has been fixed in my general direction, but for more reasons than just the latter her class may go down as the "Comm that Made Men Cry." Its a research methods course where the fail rate is almost the same as the actual passing rate.
Fear.
Little rumblings of better judgement be damned, I'm ready for it. Sometimes you get surprised: in a class of 250, one of my friends from Freshman year spotted me; Kumbi, ganked the seat next to me. She makes the wole class less intimidating... shes totally my african goddess. Imagine a study buddy who can dance like the wind, has mini dreads, leather earrings, and will kick your ass if you don't know the answer to question 47-C. That's my Kumbi.
I had plans with Ashley after we both got out of our classes, and seein' as how I was a little early, 6:50 instead of 7:10, I just stuck my head into her dorm and waited... then procced to wait and wait some more. I trusted in her to remember me, she's the type of girl that doesn't forget about appointments with folk, but it was starting to get a little later. 7:45 rolls around, and the dorm door flies up, with her bounding in shocked as hell to find a Mike in her house.
"I called your phone-- its off; I thought you forgot our plans!"
"Nope, been waiting here."
"Get your shoes on and get outside then, bitch!"
Who was out there? Lindsey and Omar! Ashley came back to her room because she had a strange gnaw in her gut-- I guess that was me gnawing! Lindsey came up to surprise folk, and Ashley dipped out on her class. Omar arrived in tow, with the announcement that Omar and Lindsey had decided to rekindle their relationship!
They may not get invitations to "Down With Love"-- but I'm really excited for them. I like the two of them together.
Such a fantastic evening commenced, filled with laughter, smokin', old jokes and new... su-fuckin'-perb. We go to get dinner and who should we run into at The JC but Puja, her old roomie Noukla, our friend May, Carriell, Carriell's roomie (and Dave's friend) Liz, and a host of their assorted friends. Huge reunion again.
Kismet. Unconditional Love.
w00t.
That night I slept at Carriel's, cuddled up, and Carriel taught me how to wrap my hair before bed. I can make the cutest little wrap now! Hehe! Just ya'll wait, you're gonna see me runnin' around with my lil scarf all tied up and talkin' bout my wrap... I can't wait.
Anywho, got up and drove to work, and did about 10 hours on the floor. Made just under 90, but had to give about 30 of it away for the Host/Hostess and for the 20 bucks I borrowed for shoes. Either way, its nice to have a few bones in my wallet again.
Work flew by, except for my last party of 6, which were old renn fair folk, so they tipped well, but ran the shit outta me. I told them I used to work their which may explain both the runnin' and the good tip. Le Shrug.
Speaking of work, I'm getting less shy around Dominick. Our friend Pam is heading to Colorodo for two weeks, and when Dom heard he looks at me and goes "You're stickin' around, right?" "Of course!" "Good-- someone I like'll still be here."
Look-at-me-now-mutha-fuckah! We've progressed into chatting about cars, conditions, cunts, and cuties. In a word, w00t. I still have a silly-stupid crush on the boy, but wordy-mc-word, I'm happy that he digs me and that I'm not just some quivering jello mold around him... just picture the floating fruit, and you'll know how incapacitated I felt around 'em. I don't know why it feels like a big accomplishment to get a boy to laugh, but it does/did. I'm not even interested in him in a sexual capacity, I know he's taken, but still, 'complishment stands. Now that I've loosened up, bein' shy was kinda momentarily neat.
Who knew I could get clamy?! ::grin::
I got to chat with Ashley about boys and their effects, including my silly crush on Dominick, and I got reassurance that for all the steps and stages I'm going through, she has as well, and that they're normal, cute, and healthy. I love Ash.
I was so tired when I got home (was it the 10 hours, or the boy?) that I kinda just tucked myself into bed around 11, and called it a day. Who am I, goin' to bed at 11? Ew.
Ahhh well, wash-rinse-repeat, I guess, 'cause here I go, gettin' back on the road to head to school again.
Fear.
Little rumblings of better judgement be damned, I'm ready for it. Sometimes you get surprised: in a class of 250, one of my friends from Freshman year spotted me; Kumbi, ganked the seat next to me. She makes the wole class less intimidating... shes totally my african goddess. Imagine a study buddy who can dance like the wind, has mini dreads, leather earrings, and will kick your ass if you don't know the answer to question 47-C. That's my Kumbi.
I had plans with Ashley after we both got out of our classes, and seein' as how I was a little early, 6:50 instead of 7:10, I just stuck my head into her dorm and waited... then procced to wait and wait some more. I trusted in her to remember me, she's the type of girl that doesn't forget about appointments with folk, but it was starting to get a little later. 7:45 rolls around, and the dorm door flies up, with her bounding in shocked as hell to find a Mike in her house.
"I called your phone-- its off; I thought you forgot our plans!"
"Nope, been waiting here."
"Get your shoes on and get outside then, bitch!"
Who was out there? Lindsey and Omar! Ashley came back to her room because she had a strange gnaw in her gut-- I guess that was me gnawing! Lindsey came up to surprise folk, and Ashley dipped out on her class. Omar arrived in tow, with the announcement that Omar and Lindsey had decided to rekindle their relationship!
They may not get invitations to "Down With Love"-- but I'm really excited for them. I like the two of them together.
Such a fantastic evening commenced, filled with laughter, smokin', old jokes and new... su-fuckin'-perb. We go to get dinner and who should we run into at The JC but Puja, her old roomie Noukla, our friend May, Carriell, Carriell's roomie (and Dave's friend) Liz, and a host of their assorted friends. Huge reunion again.
Kismet. Unconditional Love.
w00t.
That night I slept at Carriel's, cuddled up, and Carriel taught me how to wrap my hair before bed. I can make the cutest little wrap now! Hehe! Just ya'll wait, you're gonna see me runnin' around with my lil scarf all tied up and talkin' bout my wrap... I can't wait.
Anywho, got up and drove to work, and did about 10 hours on the floor. Made just under 90, but had to give about 30 of it away for the Host/Hostess and for the 20 bucks I borrowed for shoes. Either way, its nice to have a few bones in my wallet again.
Work flew by, except for my last party of 6, which were old renn fair folk, so they tipped well, but ran the shit outta me. I told them I used to work their which may explain both the runnin' and the good tip. Le Shrug.
Speaking of work, I'm getting less shy around Dominick. Our friend Pam is heading to Colorodo for two weeks, and when Dom heard he looks at me and goes "You're stickin' around, right?" "Of course!" "Good-- someone I like'll still be here."
Look-at-me-now-mutha-fuckah! We've progressed into chatting about cars, conditions, cunts, and cuties. In a word, w00t. I still have a silly-stupid crush on the boy, but wordy-mc-word, I'm happy that he digs me and that I'm not just some quivering jello mold around him... just picture the floating fruit, and you'll know how incapacitated I felt around 'em. I don't know why it feels like a big accomplishment to get a boy to laugh, but it does/did. I'm not even interested in him in a sexual capacity, I know he's taken, but still, 'complishment stands. Now that I've loosened up, bein' shy was kinda momentarily neat.
Who knew I could get clamy?! ::grin::
I got to chat with Ashley about boys and their effects, including my silly crush on Dominick, and I got reassurance that for all the steps and stages I'm going through, she has as well, and that they're normal, cute, and healthy. I love Ash.
I was so tired when I got home (was it the 10 hours, or the boy?) that I kinda just tucked myself into bed around 11, and called it a day. Who am I, goin' to bed at 11? Ew.
Ahhh well, wash-rinse-repeat, I guess, 'cause here I go, gettin' back on the road to head to school again.
Not a bad trip to New York, I gotta say.
Dan and I finished up our classes last Monday and hopped onto the bus and made our way up north to DC to meet up with Lauren and Jess. The original plan was to just crash there for the night and get up way early to catch the $30 round-trip chinatown bus, but as it turned out, there was a bus that left at like 3:30 in the morning. What'd we do? We caught that one.
Why not, you know? As the bus approached the other chinatown, the sounds of mandolins and gongs could be heard playing through the busses sound system. We were the only white folk on the bus, so lest I make some sort of offhandedly offensive comment, let me just say my asian brethen on the bus didn't seem like the blithely happy beats, nor did it seem to make them any happier than they made me.
We got off the bus and meandered through china town, making our way down to Chelsea. Do you have any fuckin' clue how hard it is to find a coffeehouse in china town? Once we all had caffeine coursing through our veins, we treked through the lands of lore: The Village.
At 9:30 in the morning we were in a 24/hour pleasure store purchasing a Fuckuko that the old lady on oxygen recommended. Well, clearly Dan and I didn't purchase it, Lauren and Jess did. They also had Pussy Whip in the flavors of Blackberry Brandy and Strawberry Wine. Both were in fact flammable. Seein' as how I don't have a pussy, I didn't bother purchasing any. I don't think I want to put anything that has the potential to catch on fire near my junx, thanks.
After we rode the subway for a bit, we ran into Jess's only family member in the city: her cousin. She's like 45 or so, and really cool. How random is it that we just ran into her on the metro? I was pretty impressed. Also on that ride there was this black couple, who were singing really, really well. Lauren swapped them a dollar for a photo, and they invited us to a free show at the Cafe Vivaldi.
So, after the stint on the sub, we arrived in Times Square, where Jackie's folks were staying. They were staying in the Iroquois, in a 3 room suite that was habitated by James Dean from 1950-1953. How deliriously swank. And cool. James Dean was probably fucking his tricks in the room I slept in... that’s so fuckin' bitchin'. Mmmm...
We actually ended up going to the show at the Cafe and hearing Chocolate Thai and Jubilee sing. They cafe had plenty of seating, as it was an 'unannounced' show, but there were still a number of heads present. Throughout the show, CT and Jubilee kept referring to us as their "DC Friends." It was really sweet. After the show, we walked around the borough we were in smoking a joint and gabbing. As it turns out, they are going to be on Sesame Street! I need to make sure I'm paying attention so that I can tape it. I would love to see someone I smoked with chillin' with Grover.
I kinda absent mindedly just left out Dan's friend at NYU, Adrian. I'm annoyed with her, and was annoyed with him about her. Long stories short: She was supposed to be out of her class and call at 2:00. We put ourselves in Union Square to meet her. She never called. Dan called, and she didn't answer. Dan apparently didn't make super solid plans, but never made that clear. Then Jackie wanted us to pick her up a handle of Jim Bean. No big deal-- we asked Adrian when the store stopped sellin' liquor, and she told us midnight. The show finished at 10:30, and we asked where we should go to get some, and then she said that they were already closed. I don't know if she's just super-self-absorbed or what, but I'd rather not believe she purposefully lied to my friends and I. She also didn't really say a helluva lot to my friends which pissed me off. I realized Dan hadn't seen her in ages, but I'd never treat his friends the way she treated mine, or at least not without apologizing to Dan for it later. No such apology came. It wasn't even the apology from him that I wanted, it was an awareness that maybe he is some how accountable for his friends actions.
Accountability is a big issue for Dan. Whenever something happens, its the worlds fault, or someone elses. He also is aimless and has no direct ambition. He's totally inactive in any decision making process regarding his own life. It grates on me so badly because I know what it feels like to be there, in that space. I was in that space not so very long ago, and being around it now feels almost like a step backwards. I've talked about it with him, and I'm optimistic, but darn it, shape up.
I talked to Mara about it, and she gave good advice-- stick it out. Be a responsible, mature person, and watch it wear off. I guess she's right. My annoyance with it and my readiness to drop him immediately for it is nothing more than my own self defense mechanism showing up... but it is a valid issue, and one worth paying attention to.
Anyway, back to New York, since I've gotten that tangent out of my system. Adrian neglected to tell us that getting into NYUs buildings required a Driver's License and a Driver's License only; Lauren only had her passport, and thusly couldn't be admitted into the dorms. Jess and Lauren were rightly pissed at this point. Afterall, Jackie, one of the sweetest (don't tell her I said that) girls in the world had let us stay at her folks suite in NYC, and all she requested was some liquor. She requested it of Jess, and because of Dan's friend's flightiness, we couldn't get it.
Jackie was on her way down from midtown on the subway when we discovered our inability to enter the dorms, so we waited outside for her. I told Dan to stay behind and play with his friend. When Jackie found us in Union Square, we bought beer and hopped back on the metro.
At the hotel, Lauren and Jess quickly fell asleep. Jackie and I drank a beer or two and then diddybopped into Time Square. We walked around in the neoday that only Vegas and Time Square can seem to replicate. We wandered, talked, bonded, and fell into the almost sensuous serenity of being nearly native. The city envelopes, controls, and somehow still stays in the background... We felt like we belonged. We shared months worth of emotion and unlocked the emotional toolchest and got to work on one another, listening, wandering, talking, and bonding some more. I love Jackie. We finished off a few more back at the hotel, never getting drunk, and just talked until the sun was nearly ready to come up. The next morning we got a hold in Jackie's Chin, bought a bowl, had cream of asparagus soup, tried on sunglasses, and caught a china town bus home.
When we got back in the car, I was expecting Dan to mention his friend's behavior. It never came. I grew annoyed with my own thoughts, and wanted to sort them out, so I had planned on going home. Dan could see that something was pissing me off, so he asked what it was. I expressed to him my concern with his lack of awareness and lack of accountability. The discussion was short-lived, however, because bad news came. The bust for Pot that had occurred had managed to get Dan kicked off campus, though he had no official wrong-doing. His lack of grounding annoyed me even more after I worked really hard to get his police report released. I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead, while talking on the phone with one Margaret Jones, from the Police records office. I convinced her that I was a paralegal, and was helping Mr. Snead work on a case where time was of the essence. It took convincing, but she agreed to release the records so that Dan could have them for his appeal... which had to be turned in literally two days after he got the notice of eviction.
Anyway, all I had to do was fax Ms. Jones the info she requested, which Dan had. Dan should have been just about ready to go to his next class when I called him to get him to fax the information over... but guess what? Instead of following through with any of the shit he needed to get done, he went to the mall, while his friend Meg and I helped prepare his stuff. We were both annoyed. My annoyance lasted a solid couple of days, and I told him to just go back to Delaware if he's not bettering himself here. He's just so friggin young in so many ways. Kelly calls 'em Boy years. She says he's not even a child in boy years, that hes still a baby, and in many ways I think she's right. Ahh, dual influence... Mara has validity and so does Kelly. I think they're both right in the words they've spoken. I need to watch out that I'm not dippin' out on this kid because of my defenses, and also not taking more than I should, as per Kelly.
Speaking of Kelly, she invited me to a fund-raiser/house party on Saturday night that was bein' held by a bunch of greenpeace-ers. It was up in NW, so I drove up from Colonial Beach and picked up Dan along the way. We grabbed Jess from her Cosi and checked into what will (hopefully soon) be my Cosi so that I could say Hola to e'rybahdy. We got to the house party without too much effort, and wouldn't you know it, the party was fuckin' hoppin'. Two kegs were going, the dancefloor was bein' held up beat-to-beat by one of the dudes from Thievery Corporation, and the ghanga was waftin' all through the top floor. We had a smoke session and Jess, who no longer smokes, caught herself a lovely-lovely contact high. So lovely, in fact, that as we were walkin' out the window to the rooftop area, Jess almost took a second face-plant of the month... this time over the roof. Luckily balance was caught, but whoooo booy, was it funny/scary/ridiculous.
For the Greenpeace party, I decided to make a pair of jeans. Well, not make, so much as modify, but anyway, I had these jeans from Gap that I slit up the side nearly to my midthigh on each side and on the inner side, up to my knee. For Madonnarama last year they were safety-pinned together and made into a neuvo-prince kinda look. Loved 'em. For this event, I attacked an old garter set, and made different sized strips tapering from shorter strips to longer, and stitched them into the slits. Then I took my mom's curtain decorating rope and fashioned a belt that does this in the front: //\ And comes around into the back and cups my ass really tightly. The jeans turned out to be a smashing hit, they got talked about in a positive light on a couple of occasions. This, of course, stroked my vanity like no other, and made me grin from ear to ear.
I mentioned earlier that I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead. Well, I got to tell Caroline that I was pretending to be her father’s paralegal (Snead, get it) the other day. She and I took Anabell for a walk that was only supposed to be around the block, but ended up taking about two hours. I guess we had a lot to talk about. Caroline’s lookin’ well, and feelin’ better, too, from what I understand. They just readjusted her thyroid medication, so we’ll see what that brings. I told her that I was trying the Atkins Diet (which I am, btw) for a while, and she was totally supportive. Until she showed me this three layer dessert she made. It was so rich that even the enviable appetite of the Snead Family couldn’t finish the dish in one sitting. She told me to chew it up and spit it out, it was that good. I did. It was.
Also from the vaults of Caroline… she had found this stray a few months ago that she named Jake. He was a good puppy, but Papa Snead wouldn’t let ‘er keep it. Anabell was enough fur in his house as-was, so she hunted around to find a new owner. One of her bookclub buddies stepped up to the plate, and the puppy shipped off to Caroline County. Well, the dog got loose from the new owner. Its fine, no worries, but one of the neighbors called the police on the cute little beagle for dog vagrancy. She had to go to court for it and everything.
So, there this girl is, in court, when they announce the Honorable Charles Snead presiding. Andrea, the new dog’s owner, thinks to herself for a minute: Caroline’s last name is Snead. Caroline’s Dad is a judge. She sees the judge, and he’s a large man. Caroline’s Father is a large man.
Can you believe it? The man who turned away the vagrant dog to begin with is now presiding over the case. Poor Andrea is so honest that she didn’t mention it at the time to him, but Papa Snead got rid of the charges anyway. So, when Caroline told her daddy what happened, he about lost it with laughter. “Why didn’t she say somethin’?” he bellowed with laughter. “I liiive for letting people go for no good reason. All she had to do was say ‘Your honor, Caroline Snead gave me this dog, and I’ve just recently been learnin’ how to take the proper care this vagrant dog needs.’ And I would have said, ‘Of course! This dog has a history of vagrancy, one that I am very familiar with! There are extenuating circumstances! Dismissed!” I don’t know if Papa Snead would use that many exclamations, but I imagine that he would, so we’re gonna let ‘em stay.
Tomorrow's going to be a busy day... I'll discover whether or not I get my job at Cosi back fo' rizzle, I get a massage by Kelly, and then I get to take her out to lunch. Following that, fingers crossed, I get to go to work.
By the way, Alanis cut her hair. Love it.
Dan and I finished up our classes last Monday and hopped onto the bus and made our way up north to DC to meet up with Lauren and Jess. The original plan was to just crash there for the night and get up way early to catch the $30 round-trip chinatown bus, but as it turned out, there was a bus that left at like 3:30 in the morning. What'd we do? We caught that one.
Why not, you know? As the bus approached the other chinatown, the sounds of mandolins and gongs could be heard playing through the busses sound system. We were the only white folk on the bus, so lest I make some sort of offhandedly offensive comment, let me just say my asian brethen on the bus didn't seem like the blithely happy beats, nor did it seem to make them any happier than they made me.
We got off the bus and meandered through china town, making our way down to Chelsea. Do you have any fuckin' clue how hard it is to find a coffeehouse in china town? Once we all had caffeine coursing through our veins, we treked through the lands of lore: The Village.
At 9:30 in the morning we were in a 24/hour pleasure store purchasing a Fuckuko that the old lady on oxygen recommended. Well, clearly Dan and I didn't purchase it, Lauren and Jess did. They also had Pussy Whip in the flavors of Blackberry Brandy and Strawberry Wine. Both were in fact flammable. Seein' as how I don't have a pussy, I didn't bother purchasing any. I don't think I want to put anything that has the potential to catch on fire near my junx, thanks.
After we rode the subway for a bit, we ran into Jess's only family member in the city: her cousin. She's like 45 or so, and really cool. How random is it that we just ran into her on the metro? I was pretty impressed. Also on that ride there was this black couple, who were singing really, really well. Lauren swapped them a dollar for a photo, and they invited us to a free show at the Cafe Vivaldi.
So, after the stint on the sub, we arrived in Times Square, where Jackie's folks were staying. They were staying in the Iroquois, in a 3 room suite that was habitated by James Dean from 1950-1953. How deliriously swank. And cool. James Dean was probably fucking his tricks in the room I slept in... that’s so fuckin' bitchin'. Mmmm...
We actually ended up going to the show at the Cafe and hearing Chocolate Thai and Jubilee sing. They cafe had plenty of seating, as it was an 'unannounced' show, but there were still a number of heads present. Throughout the show, CT and Jubilee kept referring to us as their "DC Friends." It was really sweet. After the show, we walked around the borough we were in smoking a joint and gabbing. As it turns out, they are going to be on Sesame Street! I need to make sure I'm paying attention so that I can tape it. I would love to see someone I smoked with chillin' with Grover.
I kinda absent mindedly just left out Dan's friend at NYU, Adrian. I'm annoyed with her, and was annoyed with him about her. Long stories short: She was supposed to be out of her class and call at 2:00. We put ourselves in Union Square to meet her. She never called. Dan called, and she didn't answer. Dan apparently didn't make super solid plans, but never made that clear. Then Jackie wanted us to pick her up a handle of Jim Bean. No big deal-- we asked Adrian when the store stopped sellin' liquor, and she told us midnight. The show finished at 10:30, and we asked where we should go to get some, and then she said that they were already closed. I don't know if she's just super-self-absorbed or what, but I'd rather not believe she purposefully lied to my friends and I. She also didn't really say a helluva lot to my friends which pissed me off. I realized Dan hadn't seen her in ages, but I'd never treat his friends the way she treated mine, or at least not without apologizing to Dan for it later. No such apology came. It wasn't even the apology from him that I wanted, it was an awareness that maybe he is some how accountable for his friends actions.
Accountability is a big issue for Dan. Whenever something happens, its the worlds fault, or someone elses. He also is aimless and has no direct ambition. He's totally inactive in any decision making process regarding his own life. It grates on me so badly because I know what it feels like to be there, in that space. I was in that space not so very long ago, and being around it now feels almost like a step backwards. I've talked about it with him, and I'm optimistic, but darn it, shape up.
I talked to Mara about it, and she gave good advice-- stick it out. Be a responsible, mature person, and watch it wear off. I guess she's right. My annoyance with it and my readiness to drop him immediately for it is nothing more than my own self defense mechanism showing up... but it is a valid issue, and one worth paying attention to.
Anyway, back to New York, since I've gotten that tangent out of my system. Adrian neglected to tell us that getting into NYUs buildings required a Driver's License and a Driver's License only; Lauren only had her passport, and thusly couldn't be admitted into the dorms. Jess and Lauren were rightly pissed at this point. Afterall, Jackie, one of the sweetest (don't tell her I said that) girls in the world had let us stay at her folks suite in NYC, and all she requested was some liquor. She requested it of Jess, and because of Dan's friend's flightiness, we couldn't get it.
Jackie was on her way down from midtown on the subway when we discovered our inability to enter the dorms, so we waited outside for her. I told Dan to stay behind and play with his friend. When Jackie found us in Union Square, we bought beer and hopped back on the metro.
At the hotel, Lauren and Jess quickly fell asleep. Jackie and I drank a beer or two and then diddybopped into Time Square. We walked around in the neoday that only Vegas and Time Square can seem to replicate. We wandered, talked, bonded, and fell into the almost sensuous serenity of being nearly native. The city envelopes, controls, and somehow still stays in the background... We felt like we belonged. We shared months worth of emotion and unlocked the emotional toolchest and got to work on one another, listening, wandering, talking, and bonding some more. I love Jackie. We finished off a few more back at the hotel, never getting drunk, and just talked until the sun was nearly ready to come up. The next morning we got a hold in Jackie's Chin, bought a bowl, had cream of asparagus soup, tried on sunglasses, and caught a china town bus home.
When we got back in the car, I was expecting Dan to mention his friend's behavior. It never came. I grew annoyed with my own thoughts, and wanted to sort them out, so I had planned on going home. Dan could see that something was pissing me off, so he asked what it was. I expressed to him my concern with his lack of awareness and lack of accountability. The discussion was short-lived, however, because bad news came. The bust for Pot that had occurred had managed to get Dan kicked off campus, though he had no official wrong-doing. His lack of grounding annoyed me even more after I worked really hard to get his police report released. I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead, while talking on the phone with one Margaret Jones, from the Police records office. I convinced her that I was a paralegal, and was helping Mr. Snead work on a case where time was of the essence. It took convincing, but she agreed to release the records so that Dan could have them for his appeal... which had to be turned in literally two days after he got the notice of eviction.
Anyway, all I had to do was fax Ms. Jones the info she requested, which Dan had. Dan should have been just about ready to go to his next class when I called him to get him to fax the information over... but guess what? Instead of following through with any of the shit he needed to get done, he went to the mall, while his friend Meg and I helped prepare his stuff. We were both annoyed. My annoyance lasted a solid couple of days, and I told him to just go back to Delaware if he's not bettering himself here. He's just so friggin young in so many ways. Kelly calls 'em Boy years. She says he's not even a child in boy years, that hes still a baby, and in many ways I think she's right. Ahh, dual influence... Mara has validity and so does Kelly. I think they're both right in the words they've spoken. I need to watch out that I'm not dippin' out on this kid because of my defenses, and also not taking more than I should, as per Kelly.
Speaking of Kelly, she invited me to a fund-raiser/house party on Saturday night that was bein' held by a bunch of greenpeace-ers. It was up in NW, so I drove up from Colonial Beach and picked up Dan along the way. We grabbed Jess from her Cosi and checked into what will (hopefully soon) be my Cosi so that I could say Hola to e'rybahdy. We got to the house party without too much effort, and wouldn't you know it, the party was fuckin' hoppin'. Two kegs were going, the dancefloor was bein' held up beat-to-beat by one of the dudes from Thievery Corporation, and the ghanga was waftin' all through the top floor. We had a smoke session and Jess, who no longer smokes, caught herself a lovely-lovely contact high. So lovely, in fact, that as we were walkin' out the window to the rooftop area, Jess almost took a second face-plant of the month... this time over the roof. Luckily balance was caught, but whoooo booy, was it funny/scary/ridiculous.
For the Greenpeace party, I decided to make a pair of jeans. Well, not make, so much as modify, but anyway, I had these jeans from Gap that I slit up the side nearly to my midthigh on each side and on the inner side, up to my knee. For Madonnarama last year they were safety-pinned together and made into a neuvo-prince kinda look. Loved 'em. For this event, I attacked an old garter set, and made different sized strips tapering from shorter strips to longer, and stitched them into the slits. Then I took my mom's curtain decorating rope and fashioned a belt that does this in the front: //\ And comes around into the back and cups my ass really tightly. The jeans turned out to be a smashing hit, they got talked about in a positive light on a couple of occasions. This, of course, stroked my vanity like no other, and made me grin from ear to ear.
I mentioned earlier that I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead. Well, I got to tell Caroline that I was pretending to be her father’s paralegal (Snead, get it) the other day. She and I took Anabell for a walk that was only supposed to be around the block, but ended up taking about two hours. I guess we had a lot to talk about. Caroline’s lookin’ well, and feelin’ better, too, from what I understand. They just readjusted her thyroid medication, so we’ll see what that brings. I told her that I was trying the Atkins Diet (which I am, btw) for a while, and she was totally supportive. Until she showed me this three layer dessert she made. It was so rich that even the enviable appetite of the Snead Family couldn’t finish the dish in one sitting. She told me to chew it up and spit it out, it was that good. I did. It was.
Also from the vaults of Caroline… she had found this stray a few months ago that she named Jake. He was a good puppy, but Papa Snead wouldn’t let ‘er keep it. Anabell was enough fur in his house as-was, so she hunted around to find a new owner. One of her bookclub buddies stepped up to the plate, and the puppy shipped off to Caroline County. Well, the dog got loose from the new owner. Its fine, no worries, but one of the neighbors called the police on the cute little beagle for dog vagrancy. She had to go to court for it and everything.
So, there this girl is, in court, when they announce the Honorable Charles Snead presiding. Andrea, the new dog’s owner, thinks to herself for a minute: Caroline’s last name is Snead. Caroline’s Dad is a judge. She sees the judge, and he’s a large man. Caroline’s Father is a large man.
Can you believe it? The man who turned away the vagrant dog to begin with is now presiding over the case. Poor Andrea is so honest that she didn’t mention it at the time to him, but Papa Snead got rid of the charges anyway. So, when Caroline told her daddy what happened, he about lost it with laughter. “Why didn’t she say somethin’?” he bellowed with laughter. “I liiive for letting people go for no good reason. All she had to do was say ‘Your honor, Caroline Snead gave me this dog, and I’ve just recently been learnin’ how to take the proper care this vagrant dog needs.’ And I would have said, ‘Of course! This dog has a history of vagrancy, one that I am very familiar with! There are extenuating circumstances! Dismissed!” I don’t know if Papa Snead would use that many exclamations, but I imagine that he would, so we’re gonna let ‘em stay.
Tomorrow's going to be a busy day... I'll discover whether or not I get my job at Cosi back fo' rizzle, I get a massage by Kelly, and then I get to take her out to lunch. Following that, fingers crossed, I get to go to work.
By the way, Alanis cut her hair. Love it.
Nothing went according to plan yesterday. Instead of Sacha and I getting together for happy hour, we decided to go be healthy seperatly-- she playing tennis, me going to the gym. Ultimatly, the plan was to meet up afterwards. After getting out of the gym, I decided to swing by Cosi to go see everyone. In the midst of a stolen diet snapple and a cigarette, Jenny and her roomate arrive with bags in tow from Urban in Georgetown.
The roomate she went shopping with was, as fate would have it, the roomate I have a crush on.
Suuuuch a crush. Especially after what happened next.
Sacha still hadn't called me back from her tennis match, so I decided to walk Jenny and Alex home. As we approach Dupont Circle, Jenny notices a drumcircle, so we decide to go take a closer look.
The people in the circle are reciting poetry, singing, and banging drums... facinated, we discover that this here circle is the DC Guerrilla Poetry Insurgency-- poetry to protect the peace. Jenny, Alex, and I stop to have a listen, and at some point this disgusting personification of all that is backwater decides to get on the open mike. "Stop crying and grow some balls" may have been the statement that unlocked Alex's inner guerrilla, because after the oaf got off the mic, Alex went up and started flowing.
A stunningly fierce black girl took the second mic and started singing behind Alex's words.
And then a helicopter flew over, and between the sounds of the blades chopping, alex's perfectly synchopated verbage, the harmoninzing, and the drums keeping beat through it all, I swooned.
I walked them the rest of the way home, smoked, and stayed for dinner. Jenny cooked us pasta, Alex was excited to ride my bike, and I just enjoyed the company.
Eventually Jenny went to bed. Alex was sprawled out on his couch, and I was sprawled out on mine. Eventually we were holding hands. What followed leaves me to play the 'context' game in my head for a while...
This morning I told him I still thought he was great. He returned to sentiment.
But there was no kiss. How does this work?
The roomate she went shopping with was, as fate would have it, the roomate I have a crush on.
Suuuuch a crush. Especially after what happened next.
Sacha still hadn't called me back from her tennis match, so I decided to walk Jenny and Alex home. As we approach Dupont Circle, Jenny notices a drumcircle, so we decide to go take a closer look.
The people in the circle are reciting poetry, singing, and banging drums... facinated, we discover that this here circle is the DC Guerrilla Poetry Insurgency-- poetry to protect the peace. Jenny, Alex, and I stop to have a listen, and at some point this disgusting personification of all that is backwater decides to get on the open mike. "Stop crying and grow some balls" may have been the statement that unlocked Alex's inner guerrilla, because after the oaf got off the mic, Alex went up and started flowing.
A stunningly fierce black girl took the second mic and started singing behind Alex's words.
And then a helicopter flew over, and between the sounds of the blades chopping, alex's perfectly synchopated verbage, the harmoninzing, and the drums keeping beat through it all, I swooned.
I walked them the rest of the way home, smoked, and stayed for dinner. Jenny cooked us pasta, Alex was excited to ride my bike, and I just enjoyed the company.
Eventually Jenny went to bed. Alex was sprawled out on his couch, and I was sprawled out on mine. Eventually we were holding hands. What followed leaves me to play the 'context' game in my head for a while...
This morning I told him I still thought he was great. He returned to sentiment.
But there was no kiss. How does this work?
Sun-drained and deeply tanned is how I'm spending this third of july. Krista and Crystal came down the day before yesterday to visit, and we went over to Playbill for drinks and for karokee. When we arrived, there was this amazing singer doing her rendition of "The Greatest Love" by Whitney. She rocked the fucking house. The next few singers were no less stunning.
Who knew that they were from two musicals over at the Kennedy Center? "Beehive" and "Sheer Madness" have been playing for a little while each over there, and I guess the principals made their way to my little dive bar for fun and laughs.
Poor Crystal, the one member of the family who can really sing didn't even get a chance to show her chops, since the Karokee machine broke half way into the evening. The other half of the evening was filled with acapella-ness.
We left, somewhat appropriatly, on "Empty Chairs" from Les Mis.
We had finished off my big ass bottle of Vodka before going across the street, so when we got back and danced in my apartment for an hour, it allowed us some sobering-up time. It also allowed for some hardcore emotional bonding... over the words and music of Dar Williams. We hugged, cried, and remembered why we were so glad to have each other.
LOVE them.
After the hour or two back at the apartment, we hopped our way over to Apex and did some dancing. A cute boy in a hat danced with Crystal, and Krista and I just rocked our shit. It was one of those nights where I wasn't feeling dance shy at all, so I grabbed the girls by the hand and led them to the up-stage area, and the crowd cleared for us. Its a satisfying feeling to watch people watch you, and know that they are making desirous looks. It feels good, its fucking empowering, and it makes me want to shake my dance shyness altogether. If Krista and Crystal are the antidotes for it, maybe they should just be around more often... just a thought. 😉
Anyway, we came down to the country the next morning, ending up at my folks bright and early; we left at 8:45, and made it here by like 11ish, including the stop at McDonald's.
We drank lovely frozen drinks and swam in the pool all day long. I'm a red-tastic light-burned thats going to fade into a gorgeous tanned, which is more than I can say for Ms. Crystal, who missed spots all over herself with the suntan lotion, and thusly looks like a bizarre picasso. No big thing. Its just funny shit.
We had been up for so long, drunken no less, that as soon as 10:30 rolled around, we were crawling into the tent to pass out.
Oh, ya, with so many heads in the house, we just pitched a tent in the back yard and pretending to be pioneers. It somewhat matches another portion of the day's activities... we decided to put go trapsing through the swamps around here like we did when we were little.
Muddy and yucky. Totally my childhood.
Right, so yeah, at 10:30 we were crawling into the tent, and being the person I am, I went ahead and checked my phone for messages. I had a text message from Bville Boy. Bville is an old coworker of mine, and someone I once considered a really good friend. When I cleaned up my addictions, I ended up losing my friendship with him.
He and his then-boyfriend were Lauren's roommates in the Holmead House, and they really sorta scewed over the member's of that home. Lauren, of course, is living with me now, but the reason she moved into the apartment with Jess in the first place had a lot to do with having to move out of the Holmead House-- when half of your roomates, Bville and BVEx, aren't paying, you sorta have to get the hell out.
So, Bville Boy revealed to me that he was at court for his eviction proceedings, and during the trial or whatever, he had a heart attack. A real, honest to god heart attack. He's fine, from what I can tell, but having his heart stops eems to be what he needed to kick start his quitting. BVEx has decided not to kick the habit, nor has his BVille's best friend... and to my shock, the ex and the best friend (who is a lesbian) are living with someone new... Justin...
I've mentioned Justin here previously. I hold massive distrust for anything/anyone associated with that boy, and damn it, I'm honestly thrown through a loop. How do you trust someone who is tied to the person you most intimatly tie in your head to your abuse?
Bville Boy was crying on the phone with me, and he told me he missed me. I'm the only person he knows who's actually cleaned themselves up, and he wasn't sure if he should contact me or not. Kate told him to. She said I'd be a good person to talk to about this... Kate. More old ties.
He informed me he's living with his parents, and I told him to stay there. I told him that's the best place to be (his parents are apparently helping him a ton, being supportive, etc). I promised we could get coffee, and that we could talk about anything he wanted to. He was grateful. He asked me how I did it, how I quit-- he said it was so hard. How did I quit? Because I had to! Because my life was called into question, and I chose togo on living... and to him I swore, swore on my life, that it was worth it.
I want to call Kate and fact check. We'd spoken fairly recently, had a real chat, and I think she's on the path to "un-broken." Even when we were both broken toys, we still had an underlying bond. I feel like I can talk to her about whats going on without there being any pretense of sketch.
Justin also makes me so paranoid, so fucking sketchy, that when Bville told me that his ex and his old favorite lesbianwere living with Justin, I immediatly thought that this was a trick, or that Justin was trying to somehow "get" me.
A well placed call to Tara calmed my fears and squelched the paranoia, thank goodness. She provided me a superb Crazy Check, bringing me back to reality. She pointed out what I needed to have repeated, and reiterated the arms-length embrace philosophy that I was already thinking about.
I want to know so much more about whats going on in this situation. I'm curious how Bville, BVEx and Justin could have crossed paths to the point that they'd be living together. I want to know how much Kate is involved with Justin. Argh. Nothing I can do from here. I know I need to not think about it... just calm the fuck down and just tan more. A good tan solves so much. And besides, if I'm gonna see Bville I wanna have a tan, just 'cause I'm vain.
Speaking of vain, I did have steak and crabs today for dinner... I'm going to get soooo fat visiting my parents. Just thinking about these associations from my past make me feel obese. Isn't that awful? I wish Krista and Crystal didn't have to work on the Fourth and could just be here tomorrow, too. They left tonight to go back up to their respective states, and somehow I don't mind bein' a True Fatty when they're here...
Who knew that they were from two musicals over at the Kennedy Center? "Beehive" and "Sheer Madness" have been playing for a little while each over there, and I guess the principals made their way to my little dive bar for fun and laughs.
Poor Crystal, the one member of the family who can really sing didn't even get a chance to show her chops, since the Karokee machine broke half way into the evening. The other half of the evening was filled with acapella-ness.
We left, somewhat appropriatly, on "Empty Chairs" from Les Mis.
We had finished off my big ass bottle of Vodka before going across the street, so when we got back and danced in my apartment for an hour, it allowed us some sobering-up time. It also allowed for some hardcore emotional bonding... over the words and music of Dar Williams. We hugged, cried, and remembered why we were so glad to have each other.
LOVE them.
After the hour or two back at the apartment, we hopped our way over to Apex and did some dancing. A cute boy in a hat danced with Crystal, and Krista and I just rocked our shit. It was one of those nights where I wasn't feeling dance shy at all, so I grabbed the girls by the hand and led them to the up-stage area, and the crowd cleared for us. Its a satisfying feeling to watch people watch you, and know that they are making desirous looks. It feels good, its fucking empowering, and it makes me want to shake my dance shyness altogether. If Krista and Crystal are the antidotes for it, maybe they should just be around more often... just a thought. 😉
Anyway, we came down to the country the next morning, ending up at my folks bright and early; we left at 8:45, and made it here by like 11ish, including the stop at McDonald's.
We drank lovely frozen drinks and swam in the pool all day long. I'm a red-tastic light-burned thats going to fade into a gorgeous tanned, which is more than I can say for Ms. Crystal, who missed spots all over herself with the suntan lotion, and thusly looks like a bizarre picasso. No big thing. Its just funny shit.
We had been up for so long, drunken no less, that as soon as 10:30 rolled around, we were crawling into the tent to pass out.
Oh, ya, with so many heads in the house, we just pitched a tent in the back yard and pretending to be pioneers. It somewhat matches another portion of the day's activities... we decided to put go trapsing through the swamps around here like we did when we were little.
Muddy and yucky. Totally my childhood.
Right, so yeah, at 10:30 we were crawling into the tent, and being the person I am, I went ahead and checked my phone for messages. I had a text message from Bville Boy. Bville is an old coworker of mine, and someone I once considered a really good friend. When I cleaned up my addictions, I ended up losing my friendship with him.
He and his then-boyfriend were Lauren's roommates in the Holmead House, and they really sorta scewed over the member's of that home. Lauren, of course, is living with me now, but the reason she moved into the apartment with Jess in the first place had a lot to do with having to move out of the Holmead House-- when half of your roomates, Bville and BVEx, aren't paying, you sorta have to get the hell out.
So, Bville Boy revealed to me that he was at court for his eviction proceedings, and during the trial or whatever, he had a heart attack. A real, honest to god heart attack. He's fine, from what I can tell, but having his heart stops eems to be what he needed to kick start his quitting. BVEx has decided not to kick the habit, nor has his BVille's best friend... and to my shock, the ex and the best friend (who is a lesbian) are living with someone new... Justin...
I've mentioned Justin here previously. I hold massive distrust for anything/anyone associated with that boy, and damn it, I'm honestly thrown through a loop. How do you trust someone who is tied to the person you most intimatly tie in your head to your abuse?
Bville Boy was crying on the phone with me, and he told me he missed me. I'm the only person he knows who's actually cleaned themselves up, and he wasn't sure if he should contact me or not. Kate told him to. She said I'd be a good person to talk to about this... Kate. More old ties.
He informed me he's living with his parents, and I told him to stay there. I told him that's the best place to be (his parents are apparently helping him a ton, being supportive, etc). I promised we could get coffee, and that we could talk about anything he wanted to. He was grateful. He asked me how I did it, how I quit-- he said it was so hard. How did I quit? Because I had to! Because my life was called into question, and I chose togo on living... and to him I swore, swore on my life, that it was worth it.
I want to call Kate and fact check. We'd spoken fairly recently, had a real chat, and I think she's on the path to "un-broken." Even when we were both broken toys, we still had an underlying bond. I feel like I can talk to her about whats going on without there being any pretense of sketch.
Justin also makes me so paranoid, so fucking sketchy, that when Bville told me that his ex and his old favorite lesbianwere living with Justin, I immediatly thought that this was a trick, or that Justin was trying to somehow "get" me.
A well placed call to Tara calmed my fears and squelched the paranoia, thank goodness. She provided me a superb Crazy Check, bringing me back to reality. She pointed out what I needed to have repeated, and reiterated the arms-length embrace philosophy that I was already thinking about.
I want to know so much more about whats going on in this situation. I'm curious how Bville, BVEx and Justin could have crossed paths to the point that they'd be living together. I want to know how much Kate is involved with Justin. Argh. Nothing I can do from here. I know I need to not think about it... just calm the fuck down and just tan more. A good tan solves so much. And besides, if I'm gonna see Bville I wanna have a tan, just 'cause I'm vain.
Speaking of vain, I did have steak and crabs today for dinner... I'm going to get soooo fat visiting my parents. Just thinking about these associations from my past make me feel obese. Isn't that awful? I wish Krista and Crystal didn't have to work on the Fourth and could just be here tomorrow, too. They left tonight to go back up to their respective states, and somehow I don't mind bein' a True Fatty when they're here...
It's a quiet 11:30, I shouldn't be home. I should be at work, at Cosi, still waiting tables, and still bitching about shit that doesn't really matter to the real world. Except, unfortunatly, I'm not. I don't work there anymore.
I'm not so upset about it that I want to be forlorne. I'm not driven mad with a burning desire to return. I simply want a job that pays well again, one where I enjoy the perks and most of the co-workers. Today found me at Dupont Italian Kitchen (DIK), Trio, and FoodBar applying. I don't know what will become of those efforts, but they all seem to be options that are valid.
I even called the DC Improv to see if they were hiring waiters. They weren't. I want to go turn in an application anyway, because I figure what can it hurt? It seems like such a nifty job. Tara just got herself working for a comedy club in New York-- she's a promoter, one of those girls that offer you deals on tickets and food for one great price. If you've ever spent any time in NYC you know exactly what I'm referencing.
I'm still lying to the folks about working so that they don't worry needlessly. They know I'm "job hunting", but they don't know that I actually am unemployeed. I fibbed and said I took the day off yesterday so that Chris (my brother), Cathy (his wife), Christopher and Christina (their kids) could come tour DC. We went to the Natural History Mueseum, Air and Space Museum, the White House, the Botanical Gardens, the Capital, and the Zoo. They were thrilled to see it all-- as was I.
I enjoy that Cathy smokes pot-- I really do. We got to smoke together before heading off to the Zoo, and it made the experience even more fun. I'm tickled. I'm actually gonna go back down to my folks' tomorrow for Lunch, seein' as how Cathy promised me a real italian meal. I'm stoked.
In regards to food, Jenny Lee cooked me a yummy, yummy dinner this evening. It was just Veggie Burger sandwhiches, but with our trip to Whole Foods, we had lovely fixens, and I was thrilled. We even ran into Alex (funny, since they live together :P), and we all chatted. I like him so much. I wish that I had a way to actually ask him out on a date sometime. I'm not sure how to seguey it, since he and I are allotted little alone time. I don't even know that he's in to me. I like to think he is, but really, who knows? Either way, he's a wonderful, wonderful guy. His roomate is no less stellar.
She's kind of a godess, ya know? She's so ridiculously genuine that you almost want to tell her every minute of every moment how precious she is. She rocks my world. She cooks me dinner. She teaches me about belgian beer. What more can you ask for in a friend? Speakin' of Belgian Beer, I'm just now getting in from Saint-Ex, a bar on 14th Street. They had a reall chill, relaxed crowd, kind of mixed between the straights and the homos, and the DJ was spinning some decent midtempo grooves. A lovely time.
At anyrate, tomorrow morning I've got my interview at Perry's and then a drive to my folks ahead of me. Not neccesarily busy, but time cramped. I'm goin' to bed.
I'm not so upset about it that I want to be forlorne. I'm not driven mad with a burning desire to return. I simply want a job that pays well again, one where I enjoy the perks and most of the co-workers. Today found me at Dupont Italian Kitchen (DIK), Trio, and FoodBar applying. I don't know what will become of those efforts, but they all seem to be options that are valid.
I even called the DC Improv to see if they were hiring waiters. They weren't. I want to go turn in an application anyway, because I figure what can it hurt? It seems like such a nifty job. Tara just got herself working for a comedy club in New York-- she's a promoter, one of those girls that offer you deals on tickets and food for one great price. If you've ever spent any time in NYC you know exactly what I'm referencing.
I'm still lying to the folks about working so that they don't worry needlessly. They know I'm "job hunting", but they don't know that I actually am unemployeed. I fibbed and said I took the day off yesterday so that Chris (my brother), Cathy (his wife), Christopher and Christina (their kids) could come tour DC. We went to the Natural History Mueseum, Air and Space Museum, the White House, the Botanical Gardens, the Capital, and the Zoo. They were thrilled to see it all-- as was I.
I enjoy that Cathy smokes pot-- I really do. We got to smoke together before heading off to the Zoo, and it made the experience even more fun. I'm tickled. I'm actually gonna go back down to my folks' tomorrow for Lunch, seein' as how Cathy promised me a real italian meal. I'm stoked.
In regards to food, Jenny Lee cooked me a yummy, yummy dinner this evening. It was just Veggie Burger sandwhiches, but with our trip to Whole Foods, we had lovely fixens, and I was thrilled. We even ran into Alex (funny, since they live together :P), and we all chatted. I like him so much. I wish that I had a way to actually ask him out on a date sometime. I'm not sure how to seguey it, since he and I are allotted little alone time. I don't even know that he's in to me. I like to think he is, but really, who knows? Either way, he's a wonderful, wonderful guy. His roomate is no less stellar.
She's kind of a godess, ya know? She's so ridiculously genuine that you almost want to tell her every minute of every moment how precious she is. She rocks my world. She cooks me dinner. She teaches me about belgian beer. What more can you ask for in a friend? Speakin' of Belgian Beer, I'm just now getting in from Saint-Ex, a bar on 14th Street. They had a reall chill, relaxed crowd, kind of mixed between the straights and the homos, and the DJ was spinning some decent midtempo grooves. A lovely time.
At anyrate, tomorrow morning I've got my interview at Perry's and then a drive to my folks ahead of me. Not neccesarily busy, but time cramped. I'm goin' to bed.
Okay, so Halo isn't at 14th and Mass, its at 14th and P.
Basically, the hip new spot that just opened Friday is seeable from my window. In fact, its only three doors down from me. Weird, right? I was really expecting it to be a straight bar, but apparently its far from it: totally 'mo. Its also really, really pretty with a wall-to-ceiling curve that makes it tunnelesque. The red and blue lights they use to illuminate the wall sets really nice fuckin' tone, and the frosted glass illuminated yellow for the bar area is gorgeous. It helps that the red and yellow used are my favorite colors.
Anywho, Sacha before coming over filled me up a sippy cup of Everclear and mixed it with a melted daquri that had been sitting in her fridge for about three days. I wasn't gonna be shy, so I drank the bitch.
Yummy Yummy. Drunk Drunk.
So, ya, after not being able to find the place when we went down to 14th and Mass we met up with Sacha's friend Sam at Playbill, got a cocktail, and the bar tender told us where to go. Had a nice time, caught up with Shaina, Sacha's friend. She was with her Michael... Sacha adn Shaina each have a Michael, though they both agree I'm the better one (giggle!). Okay, so Sacha thinks I'm the better, maybe Shania doesn't for sure, but Sacha DOES frequently yell at Other Michael the following: "Oh Yeah?! I've gotta Michael, too!"
She does this unprompted and loudly, as only she can get away with.
So, I was gonna go over to Sacha's friend Greggles, but ended up runnin' in to Lauren first. We ended up smokin' cigarettes and gabbin' and then just passin' the hell out.
So, this morning I was woken up oddly.
Lauren hears the door down stairs open, and then slam. She hears these loud *thud thud thuds* coming up the stairs, very assertively. Then she hears *pound pound pound* on the door. Of course she thinks I'm about to be arrested or evicted or some such, so she quickly throws on shorts and a shirt (we're naked a lot), and answers the door.
It's my Mom, who lives two hours from here. Weird.
Well, either way she asks if I'm here, and Lauren tells her yep, and then says that I'm in bed asleep, half naked, she's sure. Mom jokingly responds "Is he alone?" and heads for the door.
Pause.
Turns around.
"He is alone, right?"
So, ya, mom just dropped the hell on by, Dad in tow. They came to carnap my Blazer. After the homeless person took up residence in it, went through all of my things that I hadn't taken out, and stole my band aids, we knew it was time to go. Or it may have been after the gas was syphoned. Whichever. Either way, they came and took my car.
I was most certainly still a little drunk when my mom got me up, but either way, it was fantastic to see 'em just drop by. She even gave me money for clothes hangers.
Brunch today saw Lauren, Jenny Lee, Pam, Carter and I at Saint-Ex. Carter is the boy who works at Urban and has somehow just worked his way into my friendship circle by simply being wherever I am. Weird, I realize, but yeah, fun guy. The bartender even randomly poured us a couple of redheaded slus on the way out. That was after the car drove by and threw an egg out the window at us (we sat on Saint-Ex's patio). Who the fuck gets EGGED?! Us, apparently.
We did a little window shopping together and really had a fab fucking time. I really, really liked the group dynamic of us five. A LOT. I want more of that.
Anywho, had to clean up quickly for work while everyone else just gabbed in my living room, and then bounced off to my first day of actual server training at Perry's. I rode my bike this time, which made the commute a heckuvalot easier. 9 hours later, I'm about to bop into Dupont to go grab a beer with Pam and Lauren.
So, gotta go, but wanted to hammer this out before I ran outta time.
Basically, the hip new spot that just opened Friday is seeable from my window. In fact, its only three doors down from me. Weird, right? I was really expecting it to be a straight bar, but apparently its far from it: totally 'mo. Its also really, really pretty with a wall-to-ceiling curve that makes it tunnelesque. The red and blue lights they use to illuminate the wall sets really nice fuckin' tone, and the frosted glass illuminated yellow for the bar area is gorgeous. It helps that the red and yellow used are my favorite colors.
Anywho, Sacha before coming over filled me up a sippy cup of Everclear and mixed it with a melted daquri that had been sitting in her fridge for about three days. I wasn't gonna be shy, so I drank the bitch.
Yummy Yummy. Drunk Drunk.
So, ya, after not being able to find the place when we went down to 14th and Mass we met up with Sacha's friend Sam at Playbill, got a cocktail, and the bar tender told us where to go. Had a nice time, caught up with Shaina, Sacha's friend. She was with her Michael... Sacha adn Shaina each have a Michael, though they both agree I'm the better one (giggle!). Okay, so Sacha thinks I'm the better, maybe Shania doesn't for sure, but Sacha DOES frequently yell at Other Michael the following: "Oh Yeah?! I've gotta Michael, too!"
She does this unprompted and loudly, as only she can get away with.
So, I was gonna go over to Sacha's friend Greggles, but ended up runnin' in to Lauren first. We ended up smokin' cigarettes and gabbin' and then just passin' the hell out.
So, this morning I was woken up oddly.
Lauren hears the door down stairs open, and then slam. She hears these loud *thud thud thuds* coming up the stairs, very assertively. Then she hears *pound pound pound* on the door. Of course she thinks I'm about to be arrested or evicted or some such, so she quickly throws on shorts and a shirt (we're naked a lot), and answers the door.
It's my Mom, who lives two hours from here. Weird.
Well, either way she asks if I'm here, and Lauren tells her yep, and then says that I'm in bed asleep, half naked, she's sure. Mom jokingly responds "Is he alone?" and heads for the door.
Pause.
Turns around.
"He is alone, right?"
So, ya, mom just dropped the hell on by, Dad in tow. They came to carnap my Blazer. After the homeless person took up residence in it, went through all of my things that I hadn't taken out, and stole my band aids, we knew it was time to go. Or it may have been after the gas was syphoned. Whichever. Either way, they came and took my car.
I was most certainly still a little drunk when my mom got me up, but either way, it was fantastic to see 'em just drop by. She even gave me money for clothes hangers.
Brunch today saw Lauren, Jenny Lee, Pam, Carter and I at Saint-Ex. Carter is the boy who works at Urban and has somehow just worked his way into my friendship circle by simply being wherever I am. Weird, I realize, but yeah, fun guy. The bartender even randomly poured us a couple of redheaded slus on the way out. That was after the car drove by and threw an egg out the window at us (we sat on Saint-Ex's patio). Who the fuck gets EGGED?! Us, apparently.
We did a little window shopping together and really had a fab fucking time. I really, really liked the group dynamic of us five. A LOT. I want more of that.
Anywho, had to clean up quickly for work while everyone else just gabbed in my living room, and then bounced off to my first day of actual server training at Perry's. I rode my bike this time, which made the commute a heckuvalot easier. 9 hours later, I'm about to bop into Dupont to go grab a beer with Pam and Lauren.
So, gotta go, but wanted to hammer this out before I ran outta time.
2005
It's 12:30, and I'm getting ready to run over to Halo. I'm gonna guzzle some booze before I get there, out of neccesity this time around. I can't afford to be drinking all of my money, as per the norm, because I just bought tickets to Hawaii. Lauren and I are gonna be there from March 3rd until the 10th.
Fucking stoked. Pam's gonna have no idea what hit her.
That said, I totally missed work this morning. I slept through/never set my alarm last night. I'm not sure which it is 'cause I did my very best to entertain yesterday evening on what became a two event night. Kelly [straight] came over with her gayboyfriend Matt and I cooked us all dinner while we watched the two hour premier of Alias. We might start doing that regularly, Kelly and I. God Bless Tivo.
Speakin' of the Lord, god bless good sex. Neighborsex rules.
Fucking stoked. Pam's gonna have no idea what hit her.
That said, I totally missed work this morning. I slept through/never set my alarm last night. I'm not sure which it is 'cause I did my very best to entertain yesterday evening on what became a two event night. Kelly [straight] came over with her gayboyfriend Matt and I cooked us all dinner while we watched the two hour premier of Alias. We might start doing that regularly, Kelly and I. God Bless Tivo.
Speakin' of the Lord, god bless good sex. Neighborsex rules.
I don't know who the fuck this quiz thinks she is, startin' out all fantastic, and then cuttin' to the quick of my crazy like its her job. Fidelity, abuse, and pathological lying? Fuck that bitch, I will mace her ass. She don't even know me!
From here on in, no more quizes!
To wit:
You are a XSYG--Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Sex Bomb.
You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date -- relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad -- trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak -- and you'll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold!
You lie effortlessly -- not necessarily a bad thing. You can have problems with fidelity. You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren't consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don't cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you.
You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don't get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don't *want* to cheat -- you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you'll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please.
Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever -- if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.
Of the 175447 people who have taken this quiz, 8.2 % are this type.
From here on in, no more quizes!
To wit:
You are a XSYG--Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Sex Bomb.
You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date -- relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad -- trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak -- and you'll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold!
You lie effortlessly -- not necessarily a bad thing. You can have problems with fidelity. You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren't consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don't cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you.
You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don't get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don't *want* to cheat -- you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you'll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please.
Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever -- if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.
Of the 175447 people who have taken this quiz, 8.2 % are this type.
I woke up just now very upset... I had a very vivid dream that I forced myself out of.
The dream starts in an apartment, and someone in that apartment is telling me how truly talented people are always crazy. He then began discussing a woman who could speak french, and then about this same woman's painting, and how it wasn't even what she was most amazing at. I can't remember (now) what she was supposedly best at. In the dream, I recognized the art work as my neighbor's, Caitlin's. We're a little older in the dream. Some things had changed.
I identify the art to the man as Caitlins, and return to working on my own painting. Caitlin is there now. It begins to rain, and the paintings begin to become wet, both caitlin's and I's. Shes there, and faces appear in the paintings that are getting rained on. Its beautiful, unintentional, and lovely.
The dream itself feels like complete reality. There is something going on across the way, in the dream, that requires caitlin and I's attention. I immediatly fear the worst, that something's happened to ashley. I think, in the dream, that she's dead. We run to where the ambulances are. Dream Caitlin is very worried, too.
We get there, things are fine, and the homes that have the emergency are rows of trailers, not unlike the trailer parks I recall from my youth. Caitlin chats up the firefighter, I chat up the other, nothings wrong. I realize I can't remember anything from Real Now to Dream Present Day (the dream, again, is in the future).
The dream goes on, I don't remember now for how long, and I'm now with Caitlin's mom. We're having an intimate time together, the three of us, I think over dinner. I confess that I may need a shrink. I also admit that I don't remember the past four months or so. Not a thing.
I ask them to tell me what happened, what had transpired in the time that I'd lost.
Her mom worries that it will upset me greatly. She, in the dream, is very close to me apparently.
I ask what happened, what I was missing.
They agree it might be time to tell me.
Caitlin hesitantly tells me that a very close friend betrays me. I am told I have nothing to worry about anymore. She tells me it happens on Feburary 22nd. I, in the dream, think thats Mark's birthday. She doesn't confirm or deny anything. She relates that I fell off crystal wagon, hard, and that I'm lucky to be alive. She also tells me that I don't have anything to worry about anymore. I ask if its what I fear, and she says yes. I think that means (in the dream) that I'm HIV +. I, in the dream, get upset, and she tells me that I am just plain lucky to be alive. It is implied that the betrayal and the HIV are related, I believe.
I realize, in the dream, that this can't be real. That I can't have lost THAT much time. I force myself to wake up, and I do.
I go to the kitchen, now in real life, and its flooding. At some point I left the kitchen sink on, or I slept walk and did it.
Weird, right?
Do I start fearing Feb 22?
The dream starts in an apartment, and someone in that apartment is telling me how truly talented people are always crazy. He then began discussing a woman who could speak french, and then about this same woman's painting, and how it wasn't even what she was most amazing at. I can't remember (now) what she was supposedly best at. In the dream, I recognized the art work as my neighbor's, Caitlin's. We're a little older in the dream. Some things had changed.
I identify the art to the man as Caitlins, and return to working on my own painting. Caitlin is there now. It begins to rain, and the paintings begin to become wet, both caitlin's and I's. Shes there, and faces appear in the paintings that are getting rained on. Its beautiful, unintentional, and lovely.
The dream itself feels like complete reality. There is something going on across the way, in the dream, that requires caitlin and I's attention. I immediatly fear the worst, that something's happened to ashley. I think, in the dream, that she's dead. We run to where the ambulances are. Dream Caitlin is very worried, too.
We get there, things are fine, and the homes that have the emergency are rows of trailers, not unlike the trailer parks I recall from my youth. Caitlin chats up the firefighter, I chat up the other, nothings wrong. I realize I can't remember anything from Real Now to Dream Present Day (the dream, again, is in the future).
The dream goes on, I don't remember now for how long, and I'm now with Caitlin's mom. We're having an intimate time together, the three of us, I think over dinner. I confess that I may need a shrink. I also admit that I don't remember the past four months or so. Not a thing.
I ask them to tell me what happened, what had transpired in the time that I'd lost.
Her mom worries that it will upset me greatly. She, in the dream, is very close to me apparently.
I ask what happened, what I was missing.
They agree it might be time to tell me.
Caitlin hesitantly tells me that a very close friend betrays me. I am told I have nothing to worry about anymore. She tells me it happens on Feburary 22nd. I, in the dream, think thats Mark's birthday. She doesn't confirm or deny anything. She relates that I fell off crystal wagon, hard, and that I'm lucky to be alive. She also tells me that I don't have anything to worry about anymore. I ask if its what I fear, and she says yes. I think that means (in the dream) that I'm HIV +. I, in the dream, get upset, and she tells me that I am just plain lucky to be alive. It is implied that the betrayal and the HIV are related, I believe.
I realize, in the dream, that this can't be real. That I can't have lost THAT much time. I force myself to wake up, and I do.
I go to the kitchen, now in real life, and its flooding. At some point I left the kitchen sink on, or I slept walk and did it.
Weird, right?
Do I start fearing Feb 22?
Ugh. I woke up at 8:30 this morning, after having gone to bed at midnight.
Since the skitrip I've been waking up early for a variety of reasons, but on my day off I shouldn't have been wide awake so fucking early. Does this mean I'm going to be trapped on a too-early sleep cycle for a few days? Boo on that.
I've got some good news. The woman responsible for the sherry enema is pleading not guilty to manslaughter. Thank goodness! Atta girl! I was worried for her well being, the mans been addicted to enemas since he was a child. Heck, he even had recipes-- the man was legitimatly a mixologist for the ass.
Who can't respect that? Who? Who!
Lad-da dee la da da.
Today is laundry day here in the land of Mike, so I have to find something rewearable and not heinous to do laundry in. But first, I need to shimmy up the fire escape and get clean. Why up the fire escape? I haven't had hot running water in nearly a month and a half.
The UN says that running water is a basic human necessity, so basically, I live in Apartment Rwanda right now. I've had to go to Uganda (re: Cait, Ash, Jer's) to hygienate my self. Yum! At least I've been able to call my living room Gitarama in good jest.
The light at the end of the tunnel (or more appurtenant, the water at the end of my pipe) is that the plumber will be here on Tuesday at 9am. I'm so fucking thrilled. I may actually be able to have a normal, clean, bath again. Honestly, the water pressure in the tub wasn't a damn thing worth writing home about in the first place, so now that I'm getting all new pipes, I really am looking forward to my new Bath-Time Barbie abilities. Yay!
Since the skitrip I've been waking up early for a variety of reasons, but on my day off I shouldn't have been wide awake so fucking early. Does this mean I'm going to be trapped on a too-early sleep cycle for a few days? Boo on that.
I've got some good news. The woman responsible for the sherry enema is pleading not guilty to manslaughter. Thank goodness! Atta girl! I was worried for her well being, the mans been addicted to enemas since he was a child. Heck, he even had recipes-- the man was legitimatly a mixologist for the ass.
Who can't respect that? Who? Who!
Lad-da dee la da da.
Today is laundry day here in the land of Mike, so I have to find something rewearable and not heinous to do laundry in. But first, I need to shimmy up the fire escape and get clean. Why up the fire escape? I haven't had hot running water in nearly a month and a half.
The UN says that running water is a basic human necessity, so basically, I live in Apartment Rwanda right now. I've had to go to Uganda (re: Cait, Ash, Jer's) to hygienate my self. Yum! At least I've been able to call my living room Gitarama in good jest.
The light at the end of the tunnel (or more appurtenant, the water at the end of my pipe) is that the plumber will be here on Tuesday at 9am. I'm so fucking thrilled. I may actually be able to have a normal, clean, bath again. Honestly, the water pressure in the tub wasn't a damn thing worth writing home about in the first place, so now that I'm getting all new pipes, I really am looking forward to my new Bath-Time Barbie abilities. Yay!
I had tasty steak today for dinner.
I can't remember the last time I had red meat. I think it was this summer at Hamburger Mary's-- a freakin' hamburger. I grilled and seasoned my steak all by myself this time! Word!
Mark had to help me dethaw chicken the other day, and today he brought me fresh baked rye bread made from scratch. Jeeze, he's talented.
Anyway, red meat for red blooded boys. I'm off to the bar to flirt unabashedly.
I can't remember the last time I had red meat. I think it was this summer at Hamburger Mary's-- a freakin' hamburger. I grilled and seasoned my steak all by myself this time! Word!
Mark had to help me dethaw chicken the other day, and today he brought me fresh baked rye bread made from scratch. Jeeze, he's talented.
Anyway, red meat for red blooded boys. I'm off to the bar to flirt unabashedly.
Inbetwixt the haze of smoke and the yummy manjo fruit salad, Puja and I spent a whole day catching up, gabbing, and basically giggling at one another. Hell, we even made that fruit salad. And went to dinner. HUGE dinner. God it was good.
Good, good stuff.
Puja told me that I need to leave the opening of ethnic fruits to her. She's wise, that one.
Good, good stuff.
Puja told me that I need to leave the opening of ethnic fruits to her. She's wise, that one.
The folks had their 23rd Wedding anniversery last night; it doesn't get more romantic than the first day of spring, ya'll. They're coming into the District this evening to hang out and have dinner and I'm really very excited, not having seen them in a few months and all. They should be here around 7:30, which means I am gonna miss happy hour on my only day off. I'll manage.
Puja is going to be returning my cell phone to me tonight after I go to dinner with the family. She's had it since February 26th-ish, so I'm really, really excited to have it back. I can't believe I went nearly a month without it, without killing myself.
I've spent most of my time with the improv kids, the neighbors, or the neighbors and the improv kids together, so its made the lack of phone calls much more tolerable. I know what its like to just go a knockin' on my friend's doors now. Its like the olden days!
Puja is going to be returning my cell phone to me tonight after I go to dinner with the family. She's had it since February 26th-ish, so I'm really, really excited to have it back. I can't believe I went nearly a month without it, without killing myself.
I've spent most of my time with the improv kids, the neighbors, or the neighbors and the improv kids together, so its made the lack of phone calls much more tolerable. I know what its like to just go a knockin' on my friend's doors now. Its like the olden days!
Mark and I shook out the shag rugs today. On my corner. You have to go outside for an event like that, regardless of where you live, but in the country its much easier. Your back yard distinctly belongs to you and only you, but here in the district my back yard is the neighborhood’s posh grocery store. People get uglypissed when they’re attacked by dirt launched from what looks like a dead llama being beaten by a fag in the middle of the sidewalk.
Fuck ‘em. Fifteen shaken, beaten, dirty lookin’ minutes later, and I had clean carpets.
My apartment’s now a cohesive whole, if you couldn’t tell from the shag-shakin’ anecdote. I highly recommend looking in my windows should you find yourself on the yonder side of P or 14th. You can see a giant glowing “M” coming from my bedroom. I hung, oh I dunno, about eighteen feet of super bright rope light behind a 6 foot asian rice curtain that’s stuck to the wall about 14 feet up… so, now everyone’s left with my monogram starin’ up Northwest. It feels good, and is also incredibly, absolutely self important. Word.
I’m no longer inhabiting the Apartment Rowanda—its blossomed. Its all fourteenth amendment up in here, reconstructions going down right here on fourteenth street.Yah, Le Chateau de Ghetto is now a little more chateau, and a whole lot less ghetto. I’ve got curtains, the floors are mopped and the art is not only on the walls, but in frames. Carpets are clean, surfaces are dirtless, furniture is matching, and I’m even cooking in (though, that has more to do with the weight of my wallet than with the allure of local eateries).
I wish my apartment were more of a physical avatar for my inner feelings, ‘cause then my head’d be feelin a little less messy. Unlike my carpets, I still feel weighed down by something. Even going to the gym and going tanning feels like a chore. Maybe its me that needs to be taken into the backyard for a good pounding, ‘cause my sex drive is nill. I’m left to wonder, of course, whether its me that’s down about my sex drive or my drive that’s responding to me. Chicken or the egg, kiddies?
Ugh, listen to me. ”Who is it that I want? And why don’t they want me?” Lord. Sorry to go all Joey Potter on you, but it’s a problem. And that’s prescientology crooked smile Holmes, not the arm candy to crazy couch surfing superstar creature that the Star keeps telling me about. (No, I haven’t seen Batman Begins yet)
I could wax celebrepoetic all day on the vast neurosis of my inner angsterreha, but I’ll let it end here—for the time being. Only boys with boyfriends, both connected to the Improv, seem to want to flirt openly. I can’t (with a clear head) go a nookie-nooking behind some dudes back knowingly. Its just yuck-o. I should totally just go get cats and take up knitting. Uuuugh, I actually already know how to knit. I’m halfway there. Sidebar—Trev, who I learned how to knit with, got a hold of me this week. We chatted. I don’t trust myself not to cry at the end of our instant messages, and I secretly loathe myself for that. I haven’t yet cried, and odds are good I never will, but oooooh if my shrink were here….
Enough, enough, I said I’d stop.
Shits good. The world’s calm. This is no hurricane’s eye, there is no monsoon approaching. Its just stability. Stability is new and really, really scary. Terrifying. Setbacks give you a reason to sprint, and forward momentum is exhilarating, but stability feels way too much like attrition. You wanna know something else about stability? Its boring as fuck. Yah, uh huh, you heard me-- it’s totally not at all interesting. I’m really surprised you’re still here.
Lemmie see if I can figure out something good to tell you. What is interesting right now? Lauren’s gone to San Fran for the week (its pride!), Geoff’s in Boston (for training), and I’m workin’ every show this week at the club. Erin had her Birthday last night at the Ugly Mugg, and I now dig the fuck outta Eastern Market. I had a phenomenal time. JD wasn’t there, but that’s okay, cause I think he and Nelina deserved some good nookieing in their new place (which is in Erin’s building, overlooking Meridian Hill Park). Kelly is back from South Korea, and I’m stoked to see her. The neighbors got a new kitten that’s taken to shitting in their laundry basket. I almost got the kitty, but I decided against it since they liked him, too. If he’s shitting in laundry baskets, maybe I made the right call (but I do want one!).
What else? I worked on my resume and sent it out to a variety of Craig’s list ads in the marketing, PR, and promotions section, and what do you know? Someone’s interested in me. The gigs for coordinating and creating events for a GLBT crowd at straight bars. Bring it the fuck on. I’ve spent so much freakin time getting bombed at the Hunt, the Fox, and the Front Page instead of JRs and the Fireplace, and now I get to refer to all that time as research and interning. Bitchin.
Back to my internship.
Fuck ‘em. Fifteen shaken, beaten, dirty lookin’ minutes later, and I had clean carpets.
My apartment’s now a cohesive whole, if you couldn’t tell from the shag-shakin’ anecdote. I highly recommend looking in my windows should you find yourself on the yonder side of P or 14th. You can see a giant glowing “M” coming from my bedroom. I hung, oh I dunno, about eighteen feet of super bright rope light behind a 6 foot asian rice curtain that’s stuck to the wall about 14 feet up… so, now everyone’s left with my monogram starin’ up Northwest. It feels good, and is also incredibly, absolutely self important. Word.
I’m no longer inhabiting the Apartment Rowanda—its blossomed. Its all fourteenth amendment up in here, reconstructions going down right here on fourteenth street.Yah, Le Chateau de Ghetto is now a little more chateau, and a whole lot less ghetto. I’ve got curtains, the floors are mopped and the art is not only on the walls, but in frames. Carpets are clean, surfaces are dirtless, furniture is matching, and I’m even cooking in (though, that has more to do with the weight of my wallet than with the allure of local eateries).
I wish my apartment were more of a physical avatar for my inner feelings, ‘cause then my head’d be feelin a little less messy. Unlike my carpets, I still feel weighed down by something. Even going to the gym and going tanning feels like a chore. Maybe its me that needs to be taken into the backyard for a good pounding, ‘cause my sex drive is nill. I’m left to wonder, of course, whether its me that’s down about my sex drive or my drive that’s responding to me. Chicken or the egg, kiddies?
Ugh, listen to me. ”Who is it that I want? And why don’t they want me?” Lord. Sorry to go all Joey Potter on you, but it’s a problem. And that’s prescientology crooked smile Holmes, not the arm candy to crazy couch surfing superstar creature that the Star keeps telling me about. (No, I haven’t seen Batman Begins yet)
I could wax celebrepoetic all day on the vast neurosis of my inner angsterreha, but I’ll let it end here—for the time being. Only boys with boyfriends, both connected to the Improv, seem to want to flirt openly. I can’t (with a clear head) go a nookie-nooking behind some dudes back knowingly. Its just yuck-o. I should totally just go get cats and take up knitting. Uuuugh, I actually already know how to knit. I’m halfway there. Sidebar—Trev, who I learned how to knit with, got a hold of me this week. We chatted. I don’t trust myself not to cry at the end of our instant messages, and I secretly loathe myself for that. I haven’t yet cried, and odds are good I never will, but oooooh if my shrink were here….
Enough, enough, I said I’d stop.
Shits good. The world’s calm. This is no hurricane’s eye, there is no monsoon approaching. Its just stability. Stability is new and really, really scary. Terrifying. Setbacks give you a reason to sprint, and forward momentum is exhilarating, but stability feels way too much like attrition. You wanna know something else about stability? Its boring as fuck. Yah, uh huh, you heard me-- it’s totally not at all interesting. I’m really surprised you’re still here.
Lemmie see if I can figure out something good to tell you. What is interesting right now? Lauren’s gone to San Fran for the week (its pride!), Geoff’s in Boston (for training), and I’m workin’ every show this week at the club. Erin had her Birthday last night at the Ugly Mugg, and I now dig the fuck outta Eastern Market. I had a phenomenal time. JD wasn’t there, but that’s okay, cause I think he and Nelina deserved some good nookieing in their new place (which is in Erin’s building, overlooking Meridian Hill Park). Kelly is back from South Korea, and I’m stoked to see her. The neighbors got a new kitten that’s taken to shitting in their laundry basket. I almost got the kitty, but I decided against it since they liked him, too. If he’s shitting in laundry baskets, maybe I made the right call (but I do want one!).
What else? I worked on my resume and sent it out to a variety of Craig’s list ads in the marketing, PR, and promotions section, and what do you know? Someone’s interested in me. The gigs for coordinating and creating events for a GLBT crowd at straight bars. Bring it the fuck on. I’ve spent so much freakin time getting bombed at the Hunt, the Fox, and the Front Page instead of JRs and the Fireplace, and now I get to refer to all that time as research and interning. Bitchin.
Back to my internship.
Ahoy Hoy!
Sebastian Cole takes after his daddy more and more every day. Aside from runnin' all goofy-like, he also has an interest in gardening. Yes, little Bashers decided that he just couldn't stand my schaflera tree any longer and decided to dig it up. Seven and a half gallons of potting soil later, my kitchen looked like the start of a mud wrestling ring.
I had moved the ailing flora to the kitchen hoping that the better lighting would allow it to thrive, and now in hindsight, I'm glad I did. Much easier to sweep and mop the kitchen as opposed to the shag.
I've got no clue as to what time the puppy started digging, 'cause I found the mess this mornin. It had to be after Mark and I had dinner, but before the puppy was crated. I'd have a better idea if I hadn't already tied one on that evening-- Bellinis are delicious.
Speaking of bellinis, Mark and I have crafted an easy and delicious sparkling treat that also will fuck you up. Nothing like class and trash, right? Mash up about two slices of frozen peach and throw them into the bottom of a champagne flute. Add a shot of Absolut Apeach (delicious in everything!), and then fill the flute with your sparkling wine selection. Perfect-o and delicious. You can prego me later.
Oh, also in the naughty pet department, the neighbor's new little kitty decided to shit on Caitlin's bed this weekend. It was my fault, I didn't shut her door all the way when I went and raided her stencil stuffs. I made Lil Miss Mo a birthday stencil for the back of her work shirt so that she could roll in a little extra dough for working on her b-day. The shirt came out okay, but I wish it hadn't been at the expense of Caitlin's new sheets. Alas and anon, I'll be washing her linens this evening.
Back in the land of Stencil and Mirth, I'm almost done with my Sebastian stencil. I'm totally gonna put him on a wifebeater. I may also tag his likeness in some spots around town now that the infamous BORF has been caught-- someones gotta get prolific with the guerella art.
For now, this one's definatly going on a shirt and a wall:
2007
being a good health & fitness fatty
bored after midnight. Stupid coffee.
fairly sure he's not drinking for a night, 'cause sleepin' til 4pm is laaaame
is a happy fatty.
is looking for a Zahmbie Boyfriend. A guy who loves his brains and still treats him like a piece of meat.
is a happy fatty.
thinks that perhaps he should not have eaten that pineapplel soaked in vodka for breakfast
2008
is smitten with irish coffee
is celebrating fatty friday
is in total fatty heaven with the caribou light white mocha with orange zest
is amused with St. Patrick's Day. Much like New Years, its amature hour-- or when its sociall acceptable for normal people to drink as much as I do on a regular
is amused with St Patty's Day. Much like New Years, its amature hour-- or when its socially acceptable for normal people to drink as much as I do on the regular
is pleased that his favorite drinking fountains are back on. Spring really is here, y'all.
loves pumpkin ale
is never going to drink again. Ever. Ever Ever. Honest (ish).
was up at 5:30, taught three classes, ran 15 miles, cooked lunch, and went to dinner (all sans nap). What'd you do today?
is fa la la la fatty!
2009
Sorry, Mo. Apparently Poor Hello Kitty didn't pay her gambling debts.
http://www.kittyhell.com/2009/01/06/hello-kitty-death-cake/
http://www.kittyhell.com/2009/01/06/hello-kitty-death-cake/
I can not wait to make this.
http://www.cocktailia.com/cocktail-recipes/cucumber-cantaloupe-cocktail
http://www.cocktailia.com/cocktail-recipes/cucumber-cantaloupe-cocktail
wants eclair cake
Quick and engaging article about "Umami"-- something that rang a bell, but was deeply interesting to have spelled out.
True Fatty Knowledge.
http://www.cookthink.com/reference/651/What_does_umami_mean
True Fatty Knowledge.
http://www.cookthink.com/reference/651/What_does_umami_mean
My apologies to Monique, but Seth Rogen as Frida might take the cake.
http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/848/comedians0904pp09.jpg
http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/848/comedians0904pp09.jpg
Via Iconoculture:
"Part wall of shame, part blame game, part dark comedy â the online photolog ThisIsWhyYoureFat.com is straightforward data wrapped up in a complicated package of consumer emotions."
In the photo is a meatloaf cake, the frosting is (presumably) mashed potatoes, the decorative lettering atop? Ketchup.
I was so proud of my super healthy buffalo meat loaf from last week and after seeing this, I kinda wanna die. Ditto on the bacon-and-fudge danish I saw.
http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/
"Part wall of shame, part blame game, part dark comedy â the online photolog ThisIsWhyYoureFat.com is straightforward data wrapped up in a complicated package of consumer emotions."
In the photo is a meatloaf cake, the frosting is (presumably) mashed potatoes, the decorative lettering atop? Ketchup.
I was so proud of my super healthy buffalo meat loaf from last week and after seeing this, I kinda wanna die. Ditto on the bacon-and-fudge danish I saw.
http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/
hasn't had a drink in 35 days.
made a big pot of curry
Theres a new Pho joint opening up in Columbia Heights, a very short bicycle ride circulator bus ride north!
Here's hoping its better than the Pho @22nd and P or the join in Cleveland Park.
http://www.princeofpetworth.com/2009/03/pop-preview-pho-14/
Here's hoping its better than the Pho @22nd and P or the join in Cleveland Park.
http://www.princeofpetworth.com/2009/03/pop-preview-pho-14/
14th Street's getting a new coffee house, just above the not-quite-recently relocated Miss Pixies @ 1626 14th.
For those that don't know, I spent a good chunk of my early DC life as a barista/cocktail server at the Dupont South Cosi. We were the "other side of the tracks" Cosi, serving up scandal with our Double Oh! Arctic Mochas.
After becoming firmly disenchanted with my coffee options here in mid city, Daddy went out and got himself a french press and coffee grinder. Now I only grind freshly roasted beans every morning.
When I want a little treat, ACKC does a good job of filling my caffinated sweet tooth, but what about when I need to get off the couch and do some work? Where do I go?
Certainly not cruise-a-bou at 14th and Rhode Island. I'm excited!
http://amandamc.blogspot.com/2009/03/mid-city-cafe-coming-to-14th-street.html
For those that don't know, I spent a good chunk of my early DC life as a barista/cocktail server at the Dupont South Cosi. We were the "other side of the tracks" Cosi, serving up scandal with our Double Oh! Arctic Mochas.
After becoming firmly disenchanted with my coffee options here in mid city, Daddy went out and got himself a french press and coffee grinder. Now I only grind freshly roasted beans every morning.
When I want a little treat, ACKC does a good job of filling my caffinated sweet tooth, but what about when I need to get off the couch and do some work? Where do I go?
Certainly not cruise-a-bou at 14th and Rhode Island. I'm excited!
http://amandamc.blogspot.com/2009/03/mid-city-cafe-coming-to-14th-street.html
used a wildcard last nigh in the form of a glass and a half of wine. I'll have a tipple of Jameson today.
Where Da Gold At?!
Geoffrey and I went down to the Dubliner, DC's oldest Irish bar/ restaurant, for some St. Patrick's Day themed food. I was craving corned beef & cabbage, and Geoff has his mind set on Shepherd's pie.
Rocks weren't the only things shammed on this trip. After a $10 cover charge just to get in ("come back tomorrow, it'll be free," says the bouncer) to the dining room, we were seated upstairs with super drunk woman in green pantsuits (and terrible makeup), as well as their stodgey 'til crunk white male counterparts.
The people watching was the best part: my meal came out tepid at best. I sent it back to get reheated. Geoff's shepherd's pie looked great, but apparently was only good.
I knew I could do better. Shepherd's pie is made with lamb or mutton, of which I found none-- today I instead made "Cottage Pie." I cut the meat down to a pound and threw in some yummy extra yellow onion and lots o' garlic.
G'luck, and Happy St. Fattrick's Day!
http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/000216easy_shepherds_pie.php
Geoffrey and I went down to the Dubliner, DC's oldest Irish bar/ restaurant, for some St. Patrick's Day themed food. I was craving corned beef & cabbage, and Geoff has his mind set on Shepherd's pie.
Rocks weren't the only things shammed on this trip. After a $10 cover charge just to get in ("come back tomorrow, it'll be free," says the bouncer) to the dining room, we were seated upstairs with super drunk woman in green pantsuits (and terrible makeup), as well as their stodgey 'til crunk white male counterparts.
The people watching was the best part: my meal came out tepid at best. I sent it back to get reheated. Geoff's shepherd's pie looked great, but apparently was only good.
I knew I could do better. Shepherd's pie is made with lamb or mutton, of which I found none-- today I instead made "Cottage Pie." I cut the meat down to a pound and threw in some yummy extra yellow onion and lots o' garlic.
G'luck, and Happy St. Fattrick's Day!
http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/000216easy_shepherds_pie.php
doesn't think he's in to drinking anymore.
I worked at a Renaissance fair one High School summer. Suzi was my wench, and I hocked s'burry shortcake.
The chick I rode with LOVED Celine. I get it now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEggoXwoXEY&feature=player_embedded
The chick I rode with LOVED Celine. I get it now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CEggoXwoXEY&feature=player_embedded
and Sebastian Cole Hall are taking a leisurely stroll to Java House for freshly roasted coffee beans.
Please make this for me.
k thx bye.
(or we should get Amy to help... shes such a good little baker!)
http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/apartmenttherapy/thekitchn/~3/ZPRiONA_0Dw/look-hot-toddy-pudding-cake-at-gourmet-080641
k thx bye.
(or we should get Amy to help... shes such a good little baker!)
http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/apartmenttherapy/thekitchn/~3/ZPRiONA_0Dw/look-hot-toddy-pudding-cake-at-gourmet-080641
I've been thinking of you this morning. I found a delicious-seeming Hot Toddy Pudding Cake recipe that seemed like magic.
Then I found these adorable little cheese-and-carrot bento delights.
They seemed very, very Amy.
http://justbento.com/handbook/bento-decoration-techniques/carrot-and-cheese-stars-flowers-hearts
Then I found these adorable little cheese-and-carrot bento delights.
They seemed very, very Amy.
http://justbento.com/handbook/bento-decoration-techniques/carrot-and-cheese-stars-flowers-hearts
There are very, very few sugary things that Fatty doesn't love. Peeps function in the same realm as Cadbury products, Recee's Peanut Butter Eggs, and Snicker's Nutcrackers-- I'm only allowed to eat them once a year.
Oh, the Peep. Shiny, glistening, glittery sugar! Delightful in my mouth, magic in the microwave. Much like baby giraffes and golden retrievers, I find you precious in your newborn form!
With this winning expose into Peeps, I'm reminded that that Chicago Tribune is going out of business, yes?
http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/peeps/sns-peep-factory-pg-002,0,6308948.photo
Oh, the Peep. Shiny, glistening, glittery sugar! Delightful in my mouth, magic in the microwave. Much like baby giraffes and golden retrievers, I find you precious in your newborn form!
With this winning expose into Peeps, I'm reminded that that Chicago Tribune is going out of business, yes?
http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/peeps/sns-peep-factory-pg-002,0,6308948.photo
A fly on the wall while I'm home alone would find me madder than a hatter.
That said, the service industry lends itself to a few unique perspectives in regards to human behavior. That is, bullshit better left at home.
Leave your gum in your mouth. Wrap it nicely when you're done. Throw it in the proper recipetical. Do *NOT* stick it under a chair/table, as this makes you an ass.
Just like rearranging the sugar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMUcq4htakE&feature=player_embedded
That said, the service industry lends itself to a few unique perspectives in regards to human behavior. That is, bullshit better left at home.
Leave your gum in your mouth. Wrap it nicely when you're done. Throw it in the proper recipetical. Do *NOT* stick it under a chair/table, as this makes you an ass.
Just like rearranging the sugar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMUcq4htakE&feature=player_embedded
convinced Emo Phillips to drink a 'lil Tanqueray dry.
taught a great class and had a really solid lift. Next: food with Wendy.
Seeing as how I'm not jewish nor that I grew up in I grow up in a jewish neighborhood, passover food is always an unfamiliar and exciting delight.
Like a somewhat less-desserty, thicker than (yet not as solid as) croissant pudding, Kugel is my favorite seasonal, nonsecularly secular treat.
Not sure about Kugel? Ask wiki! Better yet: Ask the counter lady at whole foods!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kugel
Like a somewhat less-desserty, thicker than (yet not as solid as) croissant pudding, Kugel is my favorite seasonal, nonsecularly secular treat.
Not sure about Kugel? Ask wiki! Better yet: Ask the counter lady at whole foods!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kugel
Krista doesn't really allow me to go to Philly unless its a completely neccesary stop on a bus or train.
For as much as I like grime-grime-grime, I don't like over priced grime. Hence the reason she won't let us go.
Should we have a hankerin' for some Cheesesteak, this is where we'll go. I have to admit, Ritas takes care of my fix for italian/water ice. I discovered my joy of over-the-counter flavored ice in Harrisburg, but Mom used to buy Luigi's for the freezer.
Anyway, lets get cheesesteaks!
http://frozentropics.blogspot.com/2009/04/philadelphia-water-ice-reopens.html
For as much as I like grime-grime-grime, I don't like over priced grime. Hence the reason she won't let us go.
Should we have a hankerin' for some Cheesesteak, this is where we'll go. I have to admit, Ritas takes care of my fix for italian/water ice. I discovered my joy of over-the-counter flavored ice in Harrisburg, but Mom used to buy Luigi's for the freezer.
Anyway, lets get cheesesteaks!
http://frozentropics.blogspot.com/2009/04/philadelphia-water-ice-reopens.html
is out on a run... and wants an ice cream maker for summer. http://www.midcitymike.com/
A look at ME Swing's Coffee Roastery
http://midcitymike.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-cup-me-swings.html
http://midcitymike.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-cup-me-swings.html
is on restriction after an amazeballs weekend of bbqs, dancing, boys, and the beach!
is on restriction after an amazeballs weekend of bbqs, dancing, boys, and the beach!
and Amarillo share a fondness for sangria-ritas.
One of my mini-mater's from the 1418 Victory Garden 🙂
is going to be on the farm all morning picking veggies and teaching all afternoon! Yoga in Thomas Circle @ 7!
wants to clean and detail his old ass house. Anyone wanna take a few hours and boss me around (ie: help)? I'll reward you with a dinner out (we don't want to wreck the clean ass kitchen!).
will not be eating again 'till Mexico. Please don't feed the fatty.
had cold Gino's East deep dish for breakfast & is waiting for his flight home.
had a lovely dinner at the Melting Pot. And also might die from it.
begins "Operation: Restoration" today. Two wildcards between now and Dec. 18th, and a renewed focus on nutrition and health!
Operation Restoration: Phase 1 completed! One week, sans booze! Now, Phase 2-- weights and measures.
has a full belly.
's Weekend Wee-cap: Bad Gay Bar Crawl, pretended to be a Kimono dragon, ate a black squirrel burger, danced with Malaysian Bankers, & risked white shorts commando. Then there was Champagne.
finds that he likes vodka & latkas, especially in tandem.
is not unlike a pony. I'm sooooo full. No more delicious food. For a month.
2010
The smell of hippie and encore is exactly that of a Miami pizza kitchen at daybreak.
's first attempt at gumbo ain't too shabby!
hueveos rancheros, a papusa, and a flax muffin. Carb loaded breakfast. Eat like Speedy Gonzales, race like Speedy Gonzales.
Anyone interested in some lunchtime yoga? I'll be STROGA in AdMo teaching fun with hips, folds, and flight! COME PLAY!
is up and at 'em. Farmers Market + Street Mimosas = Win.
had a great Lunch Date with Tara. Himilayan food with a dear friend? Love it.
is swearing off nuts. Trail mix, you see, is my frienemy.
+ Best Friends + Grill = True Love
Ready for Beach Bums & Belinis? An hour of hip hop inspired yoga, and then a bottomless bevvie brunch-- obviously the best way to spend Sunday. Don't take it too seriously-- hollar at me. $39 for all of it.
Now, this explains why *I* like it, but further mystifies me as to why you and @[851539373:2048:Cristyn Cram] do not. Om nom nom.
http://naturalfoodsmerchandiser.com/tabId/119/itemId/4786/Feds-investigate-alcohol-content-of-kombucha.aspx
http://naturalfoodsmerchandiser.com/tabId/119/itemId/4786/Feds-investigate-alcohol-content-of-kombucha.aspx
started his day grillin' before 8:30 and Dolly in the background.
has tonight planned out: 5p: Crossfit; 6p: Yoga; 730p: BBQ; 10p: Sake in AdMo; 11:45p: Cobalt for dancing at 12[???]... Whats good for dancing (with other hot dudes) tonight?
Help us win a cow! Voting starts on Friday.
http://www.marksdailyapple.com/grokfeast-on-the-shenandoah-river/
http://www.marksdailyapple.com/grokfeast-on-the-shenandoah-river/
Grokfeast on the Shenandoah River!Vote!Share!
http://www.marksdailyapple.com/contest-poll-the-2010-grokfeast-challenge/
http://www.marksdailyapple.com/contest-poll-the-2010-grokfeast-challenge/
's teaching an all-levels vinyasa at the W tomorrow! Bottomless Bellini brunch to follow! http://wdcbeachbums.eventfarm.com/ $49
http://wdcbeachbums.eventfarm.com/
http://wdcbeachbums.eventfarm.com/
Someone please make these for me.
http://thisprimallife.com/2009/10/primal-almond-butter-pumpkin-brownies-only-5-ingredients/comment-page-1/#comments
http://thisprimallife.com/2009/10/primal-almond-butter-pumpkin-brownies-only-5-ingredients/comment-page-1/#comments
is swearing off nuts-- yes, yes. Laugh all you want. Fatty needs to limit himself.
Pear, Deluxe Mixed Nuts, Muscle Milk: Breakfast of C̶h̶a̶m̶p̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ Michael's. Lunch after Practice. Nom Nom.
is baking paleo pumpkin brownies.... Mmm...
2011
...highlights so far...
Chatting with nieces, bedside coffee with snowfall, sharing my peach pork roast recipe with Mom, bullshitting with Dad, a cute outfit for the gym.
Chatting with nieces, bedside coffee with snowfall, sharing my peach pork roast recipe with Mom, bullshitting with Dad, a cute outfit for the gym.
When life gives you lemons: grab tequila & soda water.
is headed to Bloody Marytown.
wants to put together a 30 Day "Spring Cleaning, Summer Ready" program for his friends. Bodyfat analysis, meal plans, and friendly competition. Get sprung before Spring & ready for a scantily clad Summer... Interested?
morning mysore, crossfit WOD, bikbik before bedtime. Mmmmmmmm... delicious.
Up at 730. No hangover. Practicing in public. Saturday!!!
Oooooh, Alcohol! I know its a lot of Team Sketch's favorite vice. It certainly has been known to make my Monday's tricky.
Aside from "empty" calories, alcohol sugars are the last sugars to metabolize. It's crazy talk to think that one cocktail can ruin a whole day (or week!)'s work, but its true. To mitigate your damage, stick to the following guidelines.
Rule #1: Beer'll getcha. I love beer. But, the gluten in it
http://paleohacks.com/questions/109/favourite-alcoholic-drinks
Aside from "empty" calories, alcohol sugars are the last sugars to metabolize. It's crazy talk to think that one cocktail can ruin a whole day (or week!)'s work, but its true. To mitigate your damage, stick to the following guidelines.
Rule #1: Beer'll getcha. I love beer. But, the gluten in it
http://paleohacks.com/questions/109/favourite-alcoholic-drinks
Karma Yoga, Teaching, Drew Xeron's Pictures Showing Up, Running, Cleaning, 68 degrees, Kevin Lemons! Today's gon' be goooood, y'all!
is stoked for his lunch date with Dad. You know, two MJHs are better than one.
Really likes making all of his breakfast, lunches, and snacks in one big batch. Healthy, easy, and ready! Oh-- and cost effective!
creating and indentation on my couch whilst reading. And avoiding the urge to dance about sing "en benito a Miami" loudly.
Sav-On Liquor, my downstairs liquor store, ordered and received my favorite Tequila! IN TIME FOR BIRTHDAY BIZNESS!
This is what will be served at the Rapture.
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/paulas-fried-butter-balls-recipe/index.html
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/paulas-fried-butter-balls-recipe/index.html
âNow the Whole Foods chain which used to pride itself on whole organic food and produce has sold out its customers to Monsanto GMO food.
The statement from Whole Foods reads:
'The policy set for GE alfalfa will most likely guide policies for other GE crops as well. True Coexistence is a must' .â
http://www.politicolnews.com/tag/monsanto-buys-out-whole-foods/
The statement from Whole Foods reads:
'The policy set for GE alfalfa will most likely guide policies for other GE crops as well. True Coexistence is a must' .â
http://www.politicolnews.com/tag/monsanto-buys-out-whole-foods/
I'm starting "Domestic Sundays" this week. Shifting all my weekly shopping/cooking/cleaning from Tuesday mornings to Sunday-whenevers. Love it.
All of my meals for the week: made. Ahhhhhhh. What a delightful feeling knowing that I have healthy, delicious fresh meats and veggies waiting for me every day!
had a pretty amazing day-- An awesome lift this AM, fabulous classes, a coffee date with my dear teacher and friend Kristen Krash, a fantastic conversation with my students about what "yoga" means to them ("awareness of the breath, body and mind. freedom. work."), and a killer CrossFit class. I mean, really. Today rocks. MichaelCycle shipped, too. I know, I can't stand me, either. 🙂
Eating in this manner has changed my attitude, my body, and my overall well-being. I started out Paleo, and have allowed Dairy back in (moderatly), and now am mostly "primal".
http://www.marksdailyapple.com/
http://www.marksdailyapple.com/
Thinkin' if you! Hope summer's treating you well!
"Mayor Gray made another suggestion.
'If you have trouble finding a gallon bottle, just go in there and pour out that wine, and fill it up with water.'"
No.
'If you have trouble finding a gallon bottle, just go in there and pour out that wine, and fill it up with water.'"
No.
I bought 2 cartons of k-cups for my bedside coffee maker... Back to the grind with a full box of grinds. #mysore #sleepyyogi
Salutation Nation, Tux Shopping, Grooming, Tosca at the Kennedy Center, Shmancy Cocktails in Formalwear. Go!
So, remember the talk about Little River in Arlington? It's opening very soon. "Soft opening" I hear 🙂
My Keurig wouldn't make coffee this morning. I feel challenged.
Its a cup o' coffee in the lap kinda morning. Let's hope the rest of the day is nice & easy.
creativity > espresso
Lunch with Mama Hall and Papa Hall, Rocket at Embrace Yoga DC for Dinner, Dancing with the wife. Saturday? Morning yoga with Shelby Thompson, day-play with Michael Roike. Sunday? Go back in time.
"Recovery Brunch" says the day planner.
Gobble.
DO NOT EAT AT CHIK-FIL-A! They are 100% antigay. A percentage of every dollar you spend goes to support oppression and inequality: antigay organizations, politics, & politicians. Tell your friends that eating there is like eating at KluKluckChikn.
Uh oh. Way too much coffee.
How can you make Cheetos natural.
Super full. Super happy. Picking fights over family "fun" games. Bingo!!
Visa in hand, modified primary practiced (thanks for the company, Em), and now dinner with friends.
2012
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This is surprisingly accurate 🙂
http://crossfitsouthhills.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/paleo_NicoleVoelzke.png
http://crossfitsouthhills.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/paleo_NicoleVoelzke.png
Such a delicious, decadent practice. Making every movement (and flub) part of the beauty of creation, yet not rushing to the end. A freedom that one pointed focus can bring, and grace that should probably be there regardless *yum* #mysore
Sanskirt then dinner. I should not have made that banana smoothie-- I'm full-- hopefully that changes in 3 hours 😉
Google searches for paleo muffins brought more people to my blog than ashtanga. Ashtanga tied with dolly parton -- I may never be a smart internet marketer, but I couldn't be more tickled (and wouldn't have it any other way!)
shhh....
(read the comments for some extra awesome tips)
http://lowcarbdiets.about.com/od/breads/r/flaxbasicfoc.htm
(read the comments for some extra awesome tips)
http://lowcarbdiets.about.com/od/breads/r/flaxbasicfoc.htm
I'm positively dying to try this (and replace the coconut frosting flavor with vanilla extract or english toffee sugarfree da vinci syrup)
http://www.ontoplist.com/articles/paleo-double-decker-carrot-cake-with-coconut-frosting_4f1dda0dcc84f/
http://www.ontoplist.com/articles/paleo-double-decker-carrot-cake-with-coconut-frosting_4f1dda0dcc84f/
A lazy, late morning filled with cold cafe americano, new music from Madonna, and comfy/sexy yoga pants. You can almost see the smile, right?
Sweets on Saturday leads to stiffness on Sunday. Never expect one day's work to be the next's. Paleo challenge after the moonday? #mysore
Tomorrow, I attempt to be (mostly) paleo in India. We'll give it a week and see what happens.
Paleo: India Edition -- Day 1? Success. Morning of day 2 feels awesome.
I made chocolate almond flour pancakes today for lunch. One heckuva paleo treat 🙂
Ahhh! Lucky bar!!! <3 <3 <<3
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/10/dive-bars-valentines_n_1266118.html
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/10/dive-bars-valentines_n_1266118.html
Note to self: when coconuts and clarified butter (ghee) are their own food groups, you needn't worry 'bout body image. Things are gonna be allllll riiiiiight 😉
Reading "Ganesh Goes to Lunch" and drinking hot cocoa.
I'm a paleogi.
My baba ganoush omlette is off the hook.
One Pot Poached Egg Aubergine sound super classy, right?
Coconut, Banana, and Cocoa for dinner. Joy.
Paleo One Pot Poached Egg Abergine (aka: quick paleo baba ganoush)... so good, I had to share! Can be made vegan, and is super versatile for breakfast, snack, or side! http://midcityyoga.com/?p=1357
nom nom nom. Give it a fancy name, and BAM its culinary. ha! soooo easy, soooo delish.
http://midcityyoga.com/paleo-lifestyle/paleo-one-pot-poached-egg-aubergine-aka-quick-paleo-baba-ganoush/
http://midcityyoga.com/paleo-lifestyle/paleo-one-pot-poached-egg-aubergine-aka-quick-paleo-baba-ganoush/
I could eat peanut butter banana omlettes three meals a day.
Take a look, even if you don't care about stayin' fit 😉 #mysore #paleo
http://midcityyoga.com/paleo-lifestyle/6-sneaky-ways-to-stay-fit-abroad-india/
http://midcityyoga.com/paleo-lifestyle/6-sneaky-ways-to-stay-fit-abroad-india/
My ass breaking the plastic chair in the apartment is a serviceable wake up call: I'm calling a moritorium on Peanut Butter until next Friday. 😉
I've wanted to do a coco fast for years (since I came home from Mexico with Giardia)-- four day fast starts tomorrow. I cannot believe I'm excited for such a thing.
sleep, practice, coconuts.
In India, the honey bees are happy: it is almost impossibly frustrating to find an item not sweetened naturally with jaggery, honey, or sugar.
http://news.yahoo.com/honeybee-deaths-linked-corn-insecticides-221639948--abc-news.html
http://news.yahoo.com/honeybee-deaths-linked-corn-insecticides-221639948--abc-news.html
Same same, but different: taught some classes, lifted and sprinted, banana smoothie. Bed. Coffee. Kapo. This is the format of my life for a while.
Peanut Butter Banana Smoothie for breakfast-- or, really, Morning Milkshake. Nom.
That kind of day: too much caffeine before practice, too much salt in the muffins. Lets see how the rest of today plays out.
Practiced at AYC and made high protein berry muffins. Followed up with flax sandwhich rolls and delicious spicy indian chicken. Breakfast & lunch for the week? Check.
It's kind of silly how excited I am about my neighborhood ethiopian. (food, btw)
100% Homemade paleo picnic: almond butter ants on a log, sunflower flax crackers, waldorf salad, n'oatmeal raisin cookies.
âI suggest a new strategy, R2. Let the wookiee win.â Yogi Ruminations on Food. @[663881338:2048:Angela Jamison] runs Ashtanga Yoga: Ann Arbor. I continue to take great enjoyment and fresh inspiration from her wit, wisdom, and (seemingly) against the grain grit on all things spirituality. She is able to meal together (again, seemingly) disparate threads of philosophy and practice to make something truly whole. May the fourthbe with you.
http://www.ashtangaannarbor.com/wordpress/2012/04/06/how-jedi-knights-should-eat/
http://www.ashtangaannarbor.com/wordpress/2012/04/06/how-jedi-knights-should-eat/
"There have been times where Michelle and I have been sitting around the dinner table and weâre talking about their friends and their parents and Malia and Sasha, it wouldnât dawn on them that somehow their friendsâ parents would be treated differently. It doesnât make sense to them and frankly, thatâs the kind of thing that prompts a change in perspective.â -- The President of the United States
My favorite lab is my own body. Grateful to be emotionally and physically sound/supported/settled enough to start experimenting. #Paleogi.
RT @ryanlvnv: Chia Seed Vegan Pudding- chia seeds, alm milk, stevia, and cinnamon [pic] â
My cute boyfriend at dinner with Mom & Dad!!
My cute boyfriend at dinner with Mom & Dad!!
DC how to get a killer meal at a real person price. The ethnic food portion is gr8. See ya at Keren! @washingtonpost:
Flow Yoga Center's led Primary was delicious today. Full practice yesterday, led today. I sure am tempting the Ashtanga Police.
Wondering... who's gonna come to post BBQ yoga? 1/2 Primary, 1/2 Intermediate at Yoga District. 7:45p.
nytimes.comSingapore ZingThe North American lobster gets the South Seas treatment.â@nytimes: Eat: Chili Lobster for Fatherâs Day @BarManMichael
RT @washwellbeing: 10 of DC's healthiest food trucks: (and a lot of them are our favorites!)
Delicious savasana at AYS
â@earth2LL: not what you eat, you're who you eat with@rawsungoddess Friends' Weight Influences Our Own: Study
Hm. â@earth2LL: not what you eat, who you eat with. @rawsungoddess -Friends' Weight Influences Our Own: Study
We called it "Love Soup".... Thicker than Water Bone Broth from Kristen & Victory
Vegetables from Kristina's garden.
Vegetables from Kristina's garden.
The price of a Mysore Dosa in the US. Bhaj and gobi manchurian. Date night!
I ate the gobi. The gobi ate my bandhas. Hmf.
Contemplating a five day coconut fast.
Good job, Kaiser!! I don't like GMOs, either!
http://www.willamettelive.com/2012/news/corporate-giant-comes-out-against-gmos/
http://www.willamettelive.com/2012/news/corporate-giant-comes-out-against-gmos/
Hot shower after practice, kind landlord, Kapo first try. Masala dosa brekkie, grocery shopping. Visit to Dr Jag later. Life is simple & good.
At Anu & Ganesh's for a bye-bye lunch
First dinner date. 🙂
First dinner date. 🙂
2013
If these brownies taste like their batter, we're in for a treat (vegan, sugar free, grain-free... )
the importance of tradition fills my head as the smells of ethiopian cabbage fills the apartment.
just finished scooping homemade frozen yogurt for a post David Garrigues-taught Mysore snack. Maybe I'll share a bite.
#AshtangaTruth -- Kapo & Chinese Carry Out Don't Mix
Today, I made cottage cheese. You can call me Friendship.
A run, Ethiopian veggie platter, and a Heineken. Yay, Saturday.
"Brunchy the Elephant"
"Brunchy the Elephant"
the most delicious red wine chocolate cake ever. for breakfast. thanks, Debra! omg
2 macaroons + 2 squares of chocolate != lunch ... because math.
these halloween cookies in my house. effing cookie kryptonite. powerless.
I knew better with those cookies.
Tumeric maple grits and turnips. I really need to go grocery shopping.
Oh my gosh Tofurkey is expensive
All I want right now is a glass of eggnog.
birthday lunch buffet in the jungle palace's dining hall. then, bonding over indian uno. operation: be kind, connect is happening.
A wild moonday eve. I lost by 50 points. Stayed up 'till midnight eating cookies and chocolate about it.
I love FaceTime, snapchat, and cookies.
Woke up on Boxing Day for practice and talked to Michael Roike & Michelle. Thank goodness it's still Xmas in the States, as I'm still full from Lunch!
2014
The mighty duck likes peanut butter cookies.
Today's lunch at Malgudi.
Wake at 3, practice at 4:15. Nap from 6:45-8:45. Find breakfast. Find lunch. Eat fruit & yogurt. Sleep. Color inside the lines.
Kulfi ice cream.
All day eating sweets means I'm having lasik tomorrow. Or it's just another day. But probably the laser.
sitting in the shower questioning my life choices. It couldn't have been van dosa, so I will blame the pani puri. ugh.
The antibiotics completely cancelled out the probiotics, right? Either way, a full night of sleep, coffee, and my morning constitution make me ready to take on the day!
delicious MXDC courtesy the dapper Stephen Varol. Black corn truffle quesadilla is a highlight! Go!
It's cause I like sweets, isn't it?
practice. hold space. chia pudding.
I cannot believe nor explain my intense love of chia seeds for breakfast.
Finished practice with an almost indescribable hunger. Yay for leftovers!!
Sitting in the car eating cottage cheese (hiding from rain).
8 mile run, surprise six flags adventure, red robyn bottomless fries. Life is good. Love my manskis.
✎ Essay · Culture
Ashtanga: What Matters? On Sports, Dispassion, and Practice
[su_quote]"This practice, its different. It doesn't ask you to *give up* anything. A house holder practice, and all that." I laughed, and responded "except dinner." -- a dialouge with a good friend, on ashtanga yoga. also: bullshit 🙂 [/su_quote] Every Sunday afternoon in Mysore, Sharath holds…
Read the essay →Nothing says real pride like celebrating friends & family and finishing with dinner at home.
limin'& lunchin'
limin'& lunchin'
Longing pangs for India. The cure? Woodlands for South Indian food.
Retweeted Bearded Brothers (@beardedbros):
Want to get more raw living foods into your diet? Check out this new book by @choosingraw
Want to get more raw living foods into your diet? Check out this new book by @choosingraw
Meerkats with @mroike at @dennysdiner
Retweeted Kelly Connor Sunrose (@kellySUNROSE):
This Chart Shows Who Makes the Food You Buy at the Grocery via @knowmorewp
This Chart Shows Who Makes the Food You Buy at the Grocery via @knowmorewp
Retweeted Neal Denton (@NealDenton):
Simply no better way to start DC work day than brisk workout at @ymcadc then breakfast at @oldebbitt. Getting #ReadyForRecess on #CapHill
Simply no better way to start DC work day than brisk workout at @ymcadc then breakfast at @oldebbitt. Getting #ReadyForRecess on #CapHill
Bruschetta.
Salad.
Chez Hareg open for breakfast and lunch? New management? #eckington
Chez Hareg open for breakfast and lunch? New management? #eckington
Retweeted Washington Post (@washingtonpost):
The restaurant industry has a pronounced gender pay gap
The restaurant industry has a pronounced gender pay gap
Charlie at brunch.
Charlie at brunch.
no chocolate before prax.
Mysore +4 mile dog walk + apple cider / James Bond + spiralized Singapore zucchini * butternut squash * sweet potato * carrot noodles = Sunday funday
Retweeted Washington Post (@washingtonpost):
The Chipotlification of D.C. restaurants is well underway
The Chipotlification of D.C. restaurants is well underway
Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):
This is how Charlie passed out after lunch. #charliegram #puppylove @michaeljoelhall
This is how Charlie passed out after lunch. #charliegram #puppylove @michaeljoelhall
Post prax snackies. Prax Snax
Couldn't fathom coffee during food poisoning. Now, I'm on Day 7 without... And no ones been harmed.
Retweeted PoPville (@PoPville):
(fixing hashtag but still in shock) Hellerâs Bakery closing in Mount Pleasant
#mountpleasant #endofanera #mtp #dc
(fixing hashtag but still in shock) Hellerâs Bakery closing in Mount Pleasant
#mountpleasant #endofanera #mtp #dc
2015
Retweeted Washington Post (@washingtonpost):
The disputed history of the flat white, the coffee drink Starbucks introduced in North America
The disputed history of the flat white, the coffee drink Starbucks introduced in North America
Any #vegetarian with #anemia have tips? Taking b-12 & Iron supps + lots of broccoli currently.
Retweeted SAVEUR (@SAVEURMAG):
.@marianbull describes monkey bread as "delicious insides of cinn rolls all nestled together" & she is 100% right.
.@marianbull describes monkey bread as "delicious insides of cinn rolls all nestled together" & she is 100% right.
engadget.comMindlessly cook baller sea bass with a $200 smart frying pan - EngadgetAre your mornings often ruined by the acrid smell of a blackened ham and cheese omelet? Do you long to sink your teeth into a succulent pan-seared ribeye, but arenWow! I want a smart frying pan.
Binge eating cereal. Silencing alarms. C'mon friday, lets try this again.
Retweeted PNW Co-op (@PNWCoop):
Bet our chickpeas would be tasty in this Cheesy Vegan Quinoa Bake from @choosingraw: #EatReal
Bet our chickpeas would be tasty in this Cheesy Vegan Quinoa Bake from @choosingraw: #EatReal
Need more iron, and thinking of getting a cast-iron pan? Use this science-based seasoning how-to. @pegmulqueen
What do you call cheese made for flights?
Set Dosa is life.
Breakfast.
Check out the blue & green, tooâ@Food52: Add a little purple to your kitchen: @BarManMichael
chocolate + goldfish = dinner of champions
Retweeted Diego (@a_dvn):
Debating if I should make brownies. cause it's either gonna make me super happy or really depressed
Debating if I should make brownies. cause it's either gonna make me super happy or really depressed
Retweeted Food52 (@Food52):
If your smoothies never come out right, we know why:
If your smoothies never come out right, we know why:
Vishnu Bhavan hotel. Small chai. Sneaky selfie.
sciencealert.comTwo-Dad Babies Could Soon Be a RealityFor the first time, scientists have shown that it’s possible for two people of the same sex to create a baby, without the need for outside egg or sperm donation.we gotta get in on this @barmanmichael
Our usual spot at #petesshack.
A lovely lunch with some lovely people. Best shack food yet-- pineapple paneer tikka & a mango lassi.
Mapusa bazzar is an assault on all of the senses. The dried fish, cooking coconut oil, vendors, bag makers... The list goes on.
Retweeted Michael Roike (@BarManMichael):
#omg Peanut butter torte at All Set in Silver Spring. #allset #silverspring
#omg Peanut butter torte at All Set in Silver Spring. #allset #silverspring
ted.comWhat's wrong with what we eat? | TED PlaylistIt's easy to worry about food: Are we eating the wrong stuff? What about people who don't have enough to eat? These talks examine the problems — and some compelling solutions.Retweeted Whole9 (@whole9life):
What's wrong with what we eat? (A playlist of @TEDtalks) #food #nutrition #whole9life
What's wrong with what we eat? (A playlist of @TEDtalks) #food #nutrition #whole9life
Saving slices of bread to use as pillows. Held without charges.
This is real, and it's part of the reason I knew the restaurant industry was not for me.
http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/youngandhungry/2015/07/15/how-d-c-servers-are-secretly-profiling-diners/
http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/youngandhungry/2015/07/15/how-d-c-servers-are-secretly-profiling-diners/
Have you been mocking this (and I don't think Kitty was)? I don't think the most interesting thing going on here is the pic-snapping, but the open-air market of derision they're receiving for doing... what, exactly? Enjoying each other's company, snapping pics and chowing on food? As opposed to enjoying the bullshit escapade of cultural hypnosis that is professional sports leagues?
The second best table. #11isjust2number1s #thomasmckanmashup
Sriracha, to go.
Just ate a Kit Kat "Chunky" -- made with Peanut Butter. The Middle East is alright 😉
Christmas brunch.
Christmas brunch.
A visual representation of my healthy eating ways.
2016
Egg Puff: (part of a) Breakfast of champions.
Shave + Avocado/Egg Yolk/Coco Oil face mask + Hair Cut
Shave (at home) + avocado/egg yolk/coco oil mask (home made!) + hair cut
Friday's score card: Led primary. Led pranayama. Lunch date discussing financial planning. Ice cream (mango kulfi-- branching out). Pune style iyengar class. Up next: Dinner + Kingfisher.
I love my bionic eyes, but I do sorta miss my glasses. Also; there is no thali like three sisters thali.
He didn't even take me to dinner first.
He didn't even take me to dinner first.
We should have never gone to the gelato place.
(And India) Why fruits and vegetables taste better in Europe - Vox
http://www.vox.com/2016/2/12/10972140/fruits-vegetables-taste-better-europe
http://www.vox.com/2016/2/12/10972140/fruits-vegetables-taste-better-europe
Keto starts today-- there are 12 avocados in my fridge. 11 by the time you read this.
How did I live my life without green smoothies? I get an opportunity to send love your way every time (sometimes twice a day!) I make one.
One of my first lovers, while we were in senior high, was assaulted outside a coffee shop in Aquia, VA. He also has a plate or two in his head.
I was "jumped" in my neighborhood when I was 11 or 12 for being gay. It was just one of many occasions. Before, and (of course) after.
Maybe you don't know what it's like. Someone you know does. What are you doing to stop it?
I was "jumped" in my neighborhood when I was 11 or 12 for being gay. It was just one of many occasions. Before, and (of course) after.
Maybe you don't know what it's like. Someone you know does. What are you doing to stop it?
Wrong. Tiaras, laurels, and crowns are all acceptable at brunch. And CVS. And in the shala after practice. During pranayama. While baking cookies... I mean, um, making smoothies.
http://wpo.st/g2Xj1
http://wpo.st/g2Xj1
You did great, Laura!
This is a fab list, and the City Paper is lucky to have you!
http://dc.eater.com/maps/best-bars-dc
This is a fab list, and the City Paper is lucky to have you!
http://dc.eater.com/maps/best-bars-dc
I love this place. Thanks for introducing me, @Karuna.
http://wjla.com/news/local/web-exclusive-incredible-story-of-dc-restaurant-owner-who-feeds-homeless-for-free
http://wjla.com/news/local/web-exclusive-incredible-story-of-dc-restaurant-owner-who-feeds-homeless-for-free
dc.eater.com12 Options for Steamy Ramen to Slurp Around D.C.The best bowls for comforting noodles around the cityRetweeted Eater DC (@Eater_DC):
Fifteen places to eat ramen in D.C.
Fifteen places to eat ramen in D.C.
Saw Deborah Cox and La Bouche, ate pizza, danced my ass off in front of a 7-11. Won a game of twister on stage sponsored by a bathhouse. Chicago Market Days complete.
Souper Tuesday: the greenest, most delicious fight-a-fever bone-broth broccoli cheddar soup.
Listen, I'm about to brag about one of my greatest accomplishments: I made a pumpkin soup that floods the memory with scenes from Sri Durga Stand Up.
It perfectly calls to mind their bisibelebath.
Perfect timing. Thinking of you, Mysore Family!
It perfectly calls to mind their bisibelebath.
Perfect timing. Thinking of you, Mysore Family!
"it's kind of fun to do the impossible"
This fortune cookie gets it.
This fortune cookie gets it.
I walk until I get hungry & then buy street food. While puri always tastes the same, every samosa is different!
Woke up to a dog chasing a monkey. The monkey won, natch. 4th stay at #beanmeup -- a fab vegan restaurant with no frills accommodation.
2017
On my walk back from dinner.
Thought I bought a scone-- turned out to be a cream filled pastry. I gotta learn to read Russian.
Sunset, surf, and snacks.
The entrance to "Sri" -- the restaurant at which I had a late dinner -- happy moonday eve!
Tomato Onion Cheese Uttappam in Mapusa after the market.
Had sardines and an avocado for lunch (while thinking of you, of course).
What does McDonald's have thats keto-pescaterian friendly?
http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2017/03/16/520390105/mcdonalds-tweet-blasts-president-trump-and-is-quickly-deleted
http://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2017/03/16/520390105/mcdonalds-tweet-blasts-president-trump-and-is-quickly-deleted
Yoga & veggies best practice: when you can, go local, go organic, go unmodified from the seeds of origin when you can. Heirloom tomatoes and yogas with lineage. I'm into it.
Had whiskey and a kiki -- came home and ordered snail mucus ð -- this is 34 (almost!)
Sunday -- no filter.
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SINBAS D SONIZTN
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SINBAS D SONIZTN
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I'm so into Toronto's Whole Foods. Here for Canada's 150th Birthday (that's what we're telling people, eh?)
It does get really hot out here. Ya gotta work quickly sometimes.
in imageOh Ive been meaning to tell ya a
funny story. On guru purnima I
taught a led primary to my students
on my retreat and then I took them
all to ice cream and I kinda felt like
that was me honoring your
teachings in the best way so thx
I meant to take a pic of my soft
serve cone but ate it far too fast
Hahaha
Welp
My work is done here
Delivered
Hahahaha
funny story. On guru purnima I
taught a led primary to my students
on my retreat and then I took them
all to ice cream and I kinda felt like
that was me honoring your
teachings in the best way so thx
I meant to take a pic of my soft
serve cone but ate it far too fast
Hahaha
Welp
My work is done here
Delivered
Hahahaha
Hendricks and cucumber, fried pickles, and real talk with @kayemjay1000 -- Saturday all day into the night success
So, to recap: there's a day of the dead skeleton riding a giant cock into battle with a paddleboard oar on the label of this tequila.
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My day, everyday (give or take), by the numbers:
3-3 1/2 hours in the Mysore room teaching
1-3 Hours Asana Focused Meditation & Pranayama
1-2 hours lifting, physical therapeutics, and internal research
2-3 paid corporate or group fitness classes 1/hr + commute & post class convo
1 Hour Mentoring
1 Hour Skill Development (singing, reading, business, personal development/self-help)
1 Hour bullshitting on the phone with a close friend (we'll call this my lunch break, and should count)
3-3 1/2 hours in the Mysore room teaching
1-3 Hours Asana Focused Meditation & Pranayama
1-2 hours lifting, physical therapeutics, and internal research
2-3 paid corporate or group fitness classes 1/hr + commute & post class convo
1 Hour Mentoring
1 Hour Skill Development (singing, reading, business, personal development/self-help)
1 Hour bullshitting on the phone with a close friend (we'll call this my lunch break, and should count)
I ate the whole pineapple.
2018
"No one who hired Siegfried & Roy was shocked when they brought a tiger onstage. So you shouldnât be shocked if you book a comedian and she points out that the emperor has no clothes. "
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/04/30/opinion/michelle-wolf-white-house-correspondents-dinner.html
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/04/30/opinion/michelle-wolf-white-house-correspondents-dinner.html
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Aftermath.
Fact: Gays don't sugar.
Fact: Gays don't sugar.
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cake.
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#jicamahash
#jicamahash
@yasmikey Strawberry Rhubarb
Cobbler
Cobbler
An alternative to to pay day loans.
https://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/food/article/21017968/ever-heard-of-a-tanda-inside-dc-restaurant-workers-savings-circles
https://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/food/article/21017968/ever-heard-of-a-tanda-inside-dc-restaurant-workers-savings-circles
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WEDNESDAY
WEDNESDAY
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BEARS CRASH BACKYARD POOL
ROCKAWAY TOWNSHIP,NJ
TRAFFIC d (#59) - Accident - Tractor trailer carrying cooking oil. NB anc
ODTIMES • 3 MIN READ
up of black bears caught a New Jersey family by
rise for having a wild pool party in the backyard
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@adatravels
@smurphya
@emmaoneill
@adatravels
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creating false dichotomies and clinging to societal standards is further sealing the cracks in the proverbial box where the air can come in. the air the keeps you from pretending that the world isnât burning and that any kind of exploration on unboxing wonât get you killed. At your church, your synagogue, your discotech, your yoga studio, running up 12th street, or coming home from a restaurant opening in eckington.
creating false dichotomies and clinging to societal standards is further sealing the cracks in the proverbial box where the air can come in. the air the keeps you from pretending that the world isnât burning and that any kind of exploration on unboxing wonât get you killed. At your church, your synagogue, your discotech, your yoga studio, running up 12th street, or coming home from a restaurant opening in eckington.
@MEATBALLERS
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#filame
merry christmas
omg
omg
ho ho
#filame
merry christmas
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MAYBE GOING ON A DIET WAS
CHEATING ON MY TACOS.
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to not be a dick bag was
really all that was needed)
MAYBE EATING TACOS
WASN'T CHEATING ON MY DIET.
MAYBE GOING ON A DIET WAS
CHEATING ON MY TACOS.
(turns out, doing your best
to not be a dick bag was
really all that was needed)
”You have to match their impedence,” @berylbenderbirch so elegantly mused. My ears perked up. As an athlete, I felt seen and heard when ms Birch spoke of facilitating a person like me’s practice of yoga—that being an active, sometimes social individual’s —on The Yoga Talks Podcast with @jbrownyoga . So often the physical aspect of practice gets derided as “low” or something— and in fact it’s through my bodily connection (or lack there of) that I’m able to access interior mind states. That my impedance.
She knows a little something about matching impendence— she’s helped thousands upon thousands of runners pick up a long lasting and sustainable yoga practice by offering yoga classes to the New York Road Runners.
For a lot of folks, this brings to mind helping overtaxed runners stretch out some achy calves— and it very much is. But, and this is where it gets so deliciously subversive — teaching a class called “Yoga for Runners” doesn’t mean simply teaching calf stretches to marathoners— it means helping them learn how to use a really enjoyable and therapeutic sequence of body positioning to develop deeper states of attention.
It’s from those deeper states of attention that the really juicey stuff starts to happen— like when meditation states start to spontaneously blossom out of those deep concentration states. And god, are runners able to concentrate on their poor aches legs.
I’m one of the ones that was reached by finding *that* yoga teacher and *that* yoga class at my gym.
Come see me at @balancegym on Friday’s at 12. I’m back March 1.
She knows a little something about matching impendence— she’s helped thousands upon thousands of runners pick up a long lasting and sustainable yoga practice by offering yoga classes to the New York Road Runners.
For a lot of folks, this brings to mind helping overtaxed runners stretch out some achy calves— and it very much is. But, and this is where it gets so deliciously subversive — teaching a class called “Yoga for Runners” doesn’t mean simply teaching calf stretches to marathoners— it means helping them learn how to use a really enjoyable and therapeutic sequence of body positioning to develop deeper states of attention.
It’s from those deeper states of attention that the really juicey stuff starts to happen— like when meditation states start to spontaneously blossom out of those deep concentration states. And god, are runners able to concentrate on their poor aches legs.
I’m one of the ones that was reached by finding *that* yoga teacher and *that* yoga class at my gym.
Come see me at @balancegym on Friday’s at 12. I’m back March 1.
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âRecently released 2017 tax filings show that the Chick-fil-A Foundation donated more than $1.8 million to three groups with anti-LGBTQ policies, continuing the fast food restaurantâs long tradition of anti-queer giving despite claiming to have no political or social agenda.â
https://www.queerty.com/chick-fil-increased-funding-anti-lgbtq-groups-20190320
https://www.queerty.com/chick-fil-increased-funding-anti-lgbtq-groups-20190320
in imagerookieind Forgot to stop tracking my
@CharityMiles for @WFP after my
walking commute today, so 1 get
"credit" for getting to another great
lunchtime yoga class with
@michaeljoelhall at @balancegym too
THE WORLD
FOOD
PROGRAMME
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@CharityMiles for @WFP after my
walking commute today, so 1 get
"credit" for getting to another great
lunchtime yoga class with
@michaeljoelhall at @balancegym too
THE WORLD
FOOD
PROGRAMME
3.6mi.
CHARITY MILES + BROOKS
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bringing pride
to the world one hot dog in rural Virginia at a time.
to the world one hot dog in rural Virginia at a time.
the timing of this... wow.
looking forward to spending some of October with my dear mentor at @suenodevida_ecu 7 years??
looking forward to spending some of October with my dear mentor at @suenodevida_ecu 7 years??
in imagethe timing of this... wow.
looking forward to spending
some of October with my dear
mentor at @suenodevida ecu
Kristen Krash
My colleague,, sometimes student, sometimes
teacher, and always dearest friend, Michael Joel Hall
is so imbued with the process of Ashtanga yoga and
his times in India with his mentors at Mysore and Goa,
1 am in full support, total respect, and a little awe of
his his dedication to his practice. As I slowly inch
toward the first rung on the Iyengar yoga teaching
ladder, I find that Michael and I continue to have so
much to share with each other from our different but
often converging paths. Yesterday, a simple car-share
meet up devolved in to a convo and mini session on
the benfits ofnpowerful seated twistings to correct
imbalances in the pelvis and ribs. Honestly, what
someone is in to, as long as he or she is in to it
sincerely, whole-heartedly, and walking the talk of the
chosen discipline, whatever it is, DO IT. And while I
tease Michael a bit about putting all his verbs in
present participle and dropping pronouns like his
teacher Shararth (there is no Michael, there is only
Zool:), as an adhimatra (intense) practitioner myself, !
get it. You can check out his Mysore program at Kali
yoga in Columbia Heights and be on the look out for
some joined forces workshops we are cooking up
between us. Respect, camaraderie, friendship, and
most importantly, the work--let's do it.
Cover photos • 3 Jul 2012 •
] years??
looking forward to spending
some of October with my dear
mentor at @suenodevida ecu
Kristen Krash
My colleague,, sometimes student, sometimes
teacher, and always dearest friend, Michael Joel Hall
is so imbued with the process of Ashtanga yoga and
his times in India with his mentors at Mysore and Goa,
1 am in full support, total respect, and a little awe of
his his dedication to his practice. As I slowly inch
toward the first rung on the Iyengar yoga teaching
ladder, I find that Michael and I continue to have so
much to share with each other from our different but
often converging paths. Yesterday, a simple car-share
meet up devolved in to a convo and mini session on
the benfits ofnpowerful seated twistings to correct
imbalances in the pelvis and ribs. Honestly, what
someone is in to, as long as he or she is in to it
sincerely, whole-heartedly, and walking the talk of the
chosen discipline, whatever it is, DO IT. And while I
tease Michael a bit about putting all his verbs in
present participle and dropping pronouns like his
teacher Shararth (there is no Michael, there is only
Zool:), as an adhimatra (intense) practitioner myself, !
get it. You can check out his Mysore program at Kali
yoga in Columbia Heights and be on the look out for
some joined forces workshops we are cooking up
between us. Respect, camaraderie, friendship, and
most importantly, the work--let's do it.
Cover photos • 3 Jul 2012 •
] years??
learning about
chocolate and ceremony
with @secretcacaogarden
chocolate and ceremony
with @secretcacaogarden
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BERICAN CLASSICS
CREAMLINE
AMERICAN CLASSICS
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COOL OFF WITH OUR
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REAMLINE
BERICAN CLASSICS
CREAMLINE
AMERICAN CLASSICS
porn?
YES
NO
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Sexy bitches @michaeljoelhall
@roll_hard_or_roll_home
@shadesofplay_telipe
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Sexy bitches @michaeljoelhall
@roll_hard_or_roll_home
@shadesofplay_telipe
• EL TECHO
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Yooooo
Hiiii
What's shakin?
We're rearranging the living room
and making tacos. Wanna come
over for a taco?
Ionly get one?
ALL THE TACOS
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Yooooo
Hiiii
What's shakin?
We're rearranging the living room
and making tacos. Wanna come
over for a taco?
Ionly get one?
ALL THE TACOS
Nu
Other places
you might want
to note
are related to
Related Companies— Ya know,
EQUINOX
SOULCYCLE
PURE yoga, etc Momofuko
Milk bar
Bluestone
&pizza
you might want
to note
are related to
Related Companies— Ya know,
EQUINOX
SOULCYCLE
PURE yoga, etc Momofuko
Milk bar
Bluestone
&pizza
in imageOther places
you might want
to note
to
are related
Related Companies-
Ya know,
EQUINOX
SOULCYCLE
PURE yoga, etc
Momofuko
Milk bar
Bluestone
&pizza
you might want
to note
to
are related
Related Companies-
Ya know,
EQUINOX
SOULCYCLE
PURE yoga, etc
Momofuko
Milk bar
Bluestone
&pizza
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so small
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Whole snack who dis it @kcbyonce
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A RISK AND
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STUCK......
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OUT HERE
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The District had its highest number of reported hate crimes last year: 204. Thatâs a year of gay men being beaten, black girls being threatened, transgender women being hurt, synagogues being harassed, Muslims being taunted and a Trump supporter smacked in a restaurant.
Liu, speaking at a forum at the Justice Department last month on combating anti-Semitism, said that sometimes, the odds of conviction are better when they donât press a hate-crime charge.
But that ignores what hate crimes do to the people who experience them. And it doesnât make vulnerable people feel like anyoneâs got their backs.
Eleanor Holmes Norton: âAs you may know, the number of reported hate crimes in the District of Columbia almost doubled between 2016 and 2018. Many of these crimes were targeted at the LGBTQ community, especially transgender individuals. At a recent well-attended community forum, I learned that this community feels it is under siege. I agree,â she wrote. âAs you are well aware, it takes only a few prosecutions to create a deterrent effect.â
https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/a-prosecutor-wont-do-her-job-so-bigots-are-getting-away-with-hate-crimes-in-dc/2019/08/22/9d6499c4-c508-11e9-9986-1fb3e4397be4_story.html
Liu, speaking at a forum at the Justice Department last month on combating anti-Semitism, said that sometimes, the odds of conviction are better when they donât press a hate-crime charge.
But that ignores what hate crimes do to the people who experience them. And it doesnât make vulnerable people feel like anyoneâs got their backs.
Eleanor Holmes Norton: âAs you may know, the number of reported hate crimes in the District of Columbia almost doubled between 2016 and 2018. Many of these crimes were targeted at the LGBTQ community, especially transgender individuals. At a recent well-attended community forum, I learned that this community feels it is under siege. I agree,â she wrote. âAs you are well aware, it takes only a few prosecutions to create a deterrent effect.â
https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/a-prosecutor-wont-do-her-job-so-bigots-are-getting-away-with-hate-crimes-in-dc/2019/08/22/9d6499c4-c508-11e9-9986-1fb3e4397be4_story.html
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HAS ANYONE
SEEN DC?
HOLD ON,
I GOT THIS
-T
AHEM.
GO-GO IS TRASH.
KILL,
MOE!
AYE
YUNG!
YOU
LUNCHIN.
JOEI
JI LIKE
THAT!
HAS ANYONE
SEEN DC?
HOLD ON,
I GOT THIS
-T
AHEM.
GO-GO IS TRASH.
KILL,
MOE!
AYE
YUNG!
YOU
LUNCHIN.
JOEI
JI LIKE
THAT!
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#trythesweetbreads
#barbrutal #trythesweetbreads
#trythesweetbreads
#barbrutal #trythesweetbreads
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guys. GUYS. go sign up
@balancegym
@balancegym
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guys. GUYS.
go sign up @balancegym
BAR & RESTAURANT EMPLOYEE MEMBERSHIP FOR ONLY $39/mo
Healthy + Happy Employees = Happy Customers
Introducing the Bar & Restaurant Employee (BARE) program at Balance Gym. You and your co-workers can enjoy Passport-level access during Matinee hours to any Balance Gym for just $39/mo. We created this program because of our friends and family in the bar industry that we know struggle to find time and funds to stay healthy, and we also know that Healthy + Happy Employees = Happy Customers. Register today: balancegym.com/bare
guys. GUYS.
go sign up @balancegym
As some of you know, I'm headed to the cloud forest of Ecuador, outside of Quito. If you were ask me why, I'd tell you to "plant some trees. "
The trees and the planet are trending right now, aren't they? Maybe because the whole world is burning and things are about to get really fucked. Thats likely. But, thats not why I'm headed down there.
Yes, I'll tell you I'm going to Ecuador to plant some trees... but the truth is, I'm going down to do whatever the hell it is Kristen is doing.
For a good long time now, I've been in the business of earnestly learning from her. It's been a good choice on my end to value her knowledge... I truly don't know what I'd be if I hadn't made that choice long ago.
You can get in on this, too.
Here's the deal: you don't have to go plant trees-- for $18 a month, you'll help Kristen plant a lot of trees. And you'll get some yoga videos. Good karma stuff all around. She called the Pateron level "Karma Yogi" for a reason, and it makes me smile.
On top of the good vibes and some chocolate, you'll also get some yoga and recipe videos. Like this one. I teach ashtavakrasana very similarly to KK-- it would make sense, of course. She taught me how to teach it.
Go sign up. Get some yoga videos. Save the planet.
Tell people you're saving the planet. You're helping. And you will be.
Or don't tell anyone and just do it for yoga videos... your money will still fund the trees.
Or, be like me, and donate and tell everyone and still try and get some clout and maybe you'll never watch the videos but you'll at least in some small way be able to give back and you're gonna do it because it honors your teachers.
<3
The trees and the planet are trending right now, aren't they? Maybe because the whole world is burning and things are about to get really fucked. Thats likely. But, thats not why I'm headed down there.
Yes, I'll tell you I'm going to Ecuador to plant some trees... but the truth is, I'm going down to do whatever the hell it is Kristen is doing.
For a good long time now, I've been in the business of earnestly learning from her. It's been a good choice on my end to value her knowledge... I truly don't know what I'd be if I hadn't made that choice long ago.
You can get in on this, too.
Here's the deal: you don't have to go plant trees-- for $18 a month, you'll help Kristen plant a lot of trees. And you'll get some yoga videos. Good karma stuff all around. She called the Pateron level "Karma Yogi" for a reason, and it makes me smile.
On top of the good vibes and some chocolate, you'll also get some yoga and recipe videos. Like this one. I teach ashtavakrasana very similarly to KK-- it would make sense, of course. She taught me how to teach it.
Go sign up. Get some yoga videos. Save the planet.
Tell people you're saving the planet. You're helping. And you will be.
Or don't tell anyone and just do it for yoga videos... your money will still fund the trees.
Or, be like me, and donate and tell everyone and still try and get some clout and maybe you'll never watch the videos but you'll at least in some small way be able to give back and you're gonna do it because it honors your teachers.
<3
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I didnât plant any treesâ but I did harvest cocoa. Itâs tough.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2019/national/climate-environment/mars-chocolate-deforestation-climate-change-west-africa/
https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2019/national/climate-environment/mars-chocolate-deforestation-climate-change-west-africa/
I am fascinated by ritual.
They have so many different forms and varied affectationsâ different elaborations, steps, and varied repetitions â I love them.
I am often *taken* by them, and occasionally my attention is so captivated it makes me want to try it. This medicated ghee speaks to me, and shows me the value of Annetteâs practice in so many different arenas of life. Makes me want to participate.
Thanks, Annette!
They have so many different forms and varied affectationsâ different elaborations, steps, and varied repetitions â I love them.
I am often *taken* by them, and occasionally my attention is so captivated it makes me want to try it. This medicated ghee speaks to me, and shows me the value of Annetteâs practice in so many different arenas of life. Makes me want to participate.
Thanks, Annette!
2020
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I believe churches are meant for praising
God. But so are 2am car rides, showers,
coffee shops, the gym, conversations with
friends, strangers, etc. Don't let a building
confine your faith because we will never
change the world by just going to church,
we need to be the church.
I believe churches are meant for praising
God. But so are 2am car rides, showers,
coffee shops, the gym, conversations with
friends, strangers, etc. Don't let a building
confine your faith because we will never
change the world by just going to church,
we need to be the church.
KOKO CACAO NIBS FROM @SUENODEVIDA_ECU
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Producto do Ecuador
KOKO CACAO NIBS FROM
@SUENODEVIDA ECU
Producto do Ecuador
KOKO CACAO NIBS FROM
@SUENODEVIDA ECU
cooking at home like
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Learn how to
make sushi
First, delicately roll up the
rice and salmon in the nori
seaweed, and then....
Fuck, you ruined it, just
like you ruin everything.
This sushi is like your life,
you do everything wrong
You start a bunch of things
and never finish anything.
Nobody loves you.
Learn how to
make sushi
First, delicately roll up the
rice and salmon in the nori
seaweed, and then....
Fuck, you ruined it, just
like you ruin everything.
This sushi is like your life,
you do everything wrong
You start a bunch of things
and never finish anything.
Nobody loves you.
my dinner with mom and dad, right before they moved ! Happy Mother’s Day!!! what a difference a few weeks can make!
in imagemy dinner with mom and dad,
right before they moved !
MAR 5, 2020
what a difference
a few
weeks can make!
Happy Mother' s Day!!!
right before they moved !
MAR 5, 2020
what a difference
a few
weeks can make!
Happy Mother' s Day!!!
What does it mean to go to a place like Ecuador in order to create and participate in economy? And how does one do that in a respectable, regenerative, respectful way?
Ask Kristen.
She and her partner Juan are growing cacao and heirloom cacao in a regenerative food forest with zero waste.
The optics in this post hit close to home.
I try not to dress up in a costume for the purposes of selling you the product of yoga. I canât actually sell yoga yogaâ and sell you my time.
My time as a practitioner, a seeker, a student, and a finder. And as a yoga facilitator/teacher/guide, itâs why you donât see me in my dhoti very often... And why i tend to only wear my mala when I meditate.
There are so many ways to signal your desire to be seen as aspirationalâ biceps and bindis and baba harem pants. Andean throws. The thing is, when you have something valuable to share, you want to share it.
When you have devoted your life to something, you hope that you can make enough money to keep devoting your life to it. And, you might even try to sell the image of the thing using appropriators prints.
Itâs a tricky thing... this authenticity piece. I love that Kristen and Juan encourages folks to make of all of it what you will.
In the mean time... should I teach you to handstand, shirtless?
Ask Kristen.
She and her partner Juan are growing cacao and heirloom cacao in a regenerative food forest with zero waste.
The optics in this post hit close to home.
I try not to dress up in a costume for the purposes of selling you the product of yoga. I canât actually sell yoga yogaâ and sell you my time.
My time as a practitioner, a seeker, a student, and a finder. And as a yoga facilitator/teacher/guide, itâs why you donât see me in my dhoti very often... And why i tend to only wear my mala when I meditate.
There are so many ways to signal your desire to be seen as aspirationalâ biceps and bindis and baba harem pants. Andean throws. The thing is, when you have something valuable to share, you want to share it.
When you have devoted your life to something, you hope that you can make enough money to keep devoting your life to it. And, you might even try to sell the image of the thing using appropriators prints.
Itâs a tricky thing... this authenticity piece. I love that Kristen and Juan encourages folks to make of all of it what you will.
In the mean time... should I teach you to handstand, shirtless?
First, a thank you to Teaism. We love you.
Second, an admonishment to Brasserie Beckâ The tone deafness of BB makes me wonder about the employment demographics of upper management at RWâs restaurant group. How white? How male? If you feel like you have to a apologize to your guests for being exposed to the outcry of a community who had just seen a member murdered, and not to the community for their pain.... your priorities look very clear.
https://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/food/article/21135695/teaism-other-downtown-dc-restaurants-damaged-in-saturday-night-protests
Second, an admonishment to Brasserie Beckâ The tone deafness of BB makes me wonder about the employment demographics of upper management at RWâs restaurant group. How white? How male? If you feel like you have to a apologize to your guests for being exposed to the outcry of a community who had just seen a member murdered, and not to the community for their pain.... your priorities look very clear.
https://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/food/article/21135695/teaism-other-downtown-dc-restaurants-damaged-in-saturday-night-protests
in imageBenjamin Dixon
@BenjaminPDixon
Bruh, if your waiter looks like this, that
means you need to take your
bourgeoisie ass home and learn to
cook until this thing is over
@BenjaminPDixon
Bruh, if your waiter looks like this, that
means you need to take your
bourgeoisie ass home and learn to
cook until this thing is over
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My victory garden. <3
h/t @ryanpcathcart read it all
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willam
Brian Broome
5 hrs •
17
brian_thor
I have never had a Chick Fil A sandwich or any other
food from Chick Fil A. . I swear. This isn't me bragging
it's just that | live in the city and all the Chick Fil A's tend
to be farther out than I care to go. Chick Fil A is out of
the way for me because I don't drive.
When I see them in airports or whatever, I just keep
walking because I know what they're about. They're
about hating me and most of the people I love.
I see people eating Chick Fil A all the time. They say it's
delicious. I see people who claim to be "liberals" eating
Chick Fil A and I wonder if maybe I'm being a stick in the
mud with my anti-Chick Fil A stance.
But today Uganda announced a bill that would make it
OK to kill gay people. The National Christian Foundation
paid a preacher to go to Uganda to help with this bill.
Chick Fil A funds the National Christian Organization.
Ain't no way a gatdamn sandwich can be that feeking
delicious.
willam THIS is why u shouldn't eat at @chickfila. Spread this.
I know plenty of gay people that think it's fine to give them t...
h/t @ryanpcathcart
willam
Brian Broome
5 hrs •
17
brian_thor
I have never had a Chick Fil A sandwich or any other
food from Chick Fil A. . I swear. This isn't me bragging
it's just that | live in the city and all the Chick Fil A's tend
to be farther out than I care to go. Chick Fil A is out of
the way for me because I don't drive.
When I see them in airports or whatever, I just keep
walking because I know what they're about. They're
about hating me and most of the people I love.
I see people eating Chick Fil A all the time. They say it's
delicious. I see people who claim to be "liberals" eating
Chick Fil A and I wonder if maybe I'm being a stick in the
mud with my anti-Chick Fil A stance.
But today Uganda announced a bill that would make it
OK to kill gay people. The National Christian Foundation
paid a preacher to go to Uganda to help with this bill.
Chick Fil A funds the National Christian Organization.
Ain't no way a gatdamn sandwich can be that feeking
delicious.
willam THIS is why u shouldn't eat at @chickfila. Spread this.
I know plenty of gay people that think it's fine to give them t...
h/t @ryanpcathcart
I have all the ingredientsâ I know what Iâm making tomorrow!
http://www.suenodevida.org/food-and-recipes/2020/7/23/cauliflower-two-ways-2-cauliflower-sweet-potato-peanut-stew-vegan
http://www.suenodevida.org/food-and-recipes/2020/7/23/cauliflower-two-ways-2-cauliflower-sweet-potato-peanut-stew-vegan
truly the most divine cacao nibs ever.
Order them (seriously)
{I wish the avocado could ship too tbh)
Order them (seriously)
{I wish the avocado could ship too tbh)
in imagetruly the most divine
cacao nibs ever.
Order them (seriously)
{l wish the avocado
could ship too tbh)
suenodevida_ecu
suenodevida_ecu Breakfast spread!! This morning, I had
avocado toast + tomatoes & hot sauce and peanut butter ba...
cacao nibs ever.
Order them (seriously)
{l wish the avocado
could ship too tbh)
suenodevida_ecu
suenodevida_ecu Breakfast spread!! This morning, I had
avocado toast + tomatoes & hot sauce and peanut butter ba...
ELECTION NIGHT
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2008 (We were celebrating at an eritirian restaurant on U st)
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an eritirian restaurant
on Ust)
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NIGHT
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NIGHT
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With DC bars and restaurants and museums and libraries closing again, a quick note: your yoga teachers have been out of work for 9 months.
DC Unemployment is $137/month. Not to put too fine a point on it: my insurance went up to $555 a month.
Do the math.
DC Unemployment is $137/month. Not to put too fine a point on it: my insurance went up to $555 a month.
Do the math.
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Thx @michaeljoelhall for your
Ted talk
J. Music
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Becca Thomas
2m • 6
Your friendly reminder about people in the health/fitness
industry. Three studios I taught at personally, no longer
physically exist. So if and when we "come back", it's not
actually that easy for me to just "jump back in". Oh... and
those studios you love? They may not be around when all is
said and done.
It's such a lose-lose situation for everyone and the lack of
help from Congress is laughable and while I've been lucky to
pivot for part of this pandemic, not everyone is so lucky.
Michael Joel Hall
3h • 0
With DC bars and restaurants and museums and
libraries closing again, a quick note: your yoga teachers
have been out of work for 9 months.
DC Unemployment is $137/month. Not to put to find a
point on it: my insurance went up to $555 a month.
Do the math.
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• Comment
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Thx @michaeljoelhall for your
Ted talk
J. Music
G
Dic
•..
Becca Thomas
2m • 6
Your friendly reminder about people in the health/fitness
industry. Three studios I taught at personally, no longer
physically exist. So if and when we "come back", it's not
actually that easy for me to just "jump back in". Oh... and
those studios you love? They may not be around when all is
said and done.
It's such a lose-lose situation for everyone and the lack of
help from Congress is laughable and while I've been lucky to
pivot for part of this pandemic, not everyone is so lucky.
Michael Joel Hall
3h • 0
With DC bars and restaurants and museums and
libraries closing again, a quick note: your yoga teachers
have been out of work for 9 months.
DC Unemployment is $137/month. Not to put to find a
point on it: my insurance went up to $555 a month.
Do the math.
•Like
• Comment
~ Share
2021
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Happiest of Birthdays to you
@michaeljoelholliz
Thope it's filled with joy, love
and delicious libations!|
Happiest of Birthdays to you
@michaeljoelholliz
Thope it's filled with joy, love
and delicious libations!|
Caponata betta werk!!
(We love south block)
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southblock
post Mysore smoothie
with @judydcz at @southblock
with @judydcz at @southblock
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YOURSELF
post Mysore smoothie
with @judydcz at
@southblock
YOURSELF
post Mysore smoothie
with @judydcz at
@southblock
in imagesmashigram
SAX RESTAURANT & LOUNGE
@kcbyance
@michaeljaelhall
@ahsurewinston
@mikeanthonyshow
SAX RESTAURANT & LOUNGE
@kcbyance
@michaeljaelhall
@ahsurewinston
@mikeanthonyshow
That koolucheh was omg
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@chefkooskitchen
@chefkooskitchen
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@MICHAELJOELHALL
@MICHAELGEOVANNI
• PLAYA DEL CARMEN, QUINTANA ROO
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TACOS CSFECIALT
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• HUEVOS CON CHRVA
PEPINO CON LIMON
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TACOS CSFECIALT
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For anybody who finds it
challenging to get to yoga:
regular mornings are the way to
go. This program is very exciting.
Return of the Mysore program:
• Starting in September, @michaeljoelhalli will join our
Shala family and offer a daily Mysore program, Monday
to Thursday 6:30-10:00am, with some additional
Mysore classes on select Saturday mornings. MJH will
also take on a Tuesday evening Ashtanga class and
Wednesday lunchtime class. But starting August 13,
MJH will begin hosting Mysore "Quick Shot"
classes on Saturdays from 9:30 - 11:00am offering all
students a taste of Mysore and a traditional Ashtanga
schedule. All existing Shala members can sign up for
the Summer Quick Shots 5 class program with no
additional costs. Warm WELCOME to Michael and his
students who will join our space.
Lmk if you have any questions!
For anybody who finds it
challenging to get to yoga:
regular mornings are the way to
go. This program is very exciting.
Return of the Mysore program:
• Starting in September, @michaeljoelhalli will join our
Shala family and offer a daily Mysore program, Monday
to Thursday 6:30-10:00am, with some additional
Mysore classes on select Saturday mornings. MJH will
also take on a Tuesday evening Ashtanga class and
Wednesday lunchtime class. But starting August 13,
MJH will begin hosting Mysore "Quick Shot"
classes on Saturdays from 9:30 - 11:00am offering all
students a taste of Mysore and a traditional Ashtanga
schedule. All existing Shala members can sign up for
the Summer Quick Shots 5 class program with no
additional costs. Warm WELCOME to Michael and his
students who will join our space.
Lmk if you have any questions!
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in image*Yukon Ghost
@GrahamKritzer
Some of the nice things about fall are
going to bed when it's dark, and waking
up when it's dark and going to work
when it's still dark and getting off when
it's dark eating dinner in the dark
embrace the dark become the dark
@momsbehavingbadly
@GrahamKritzer
Some of the nice things about fall are
going to bed when it's dark, and waking
up when it's dark and going to work
when it's still dark and getting off when
it's dark eating dinner in the dark
embrace the dark become the dark
@momsbehavingbadly
Dad grillin'
2023
here’s to 2023
in imagehere's to 2023
michaelgeovanni
Early opm
NYE Dinner
bc we
old
@mariscos1133
@michaeljoelhall
@teenyy tiin
@damnitschi
@oggmangosreen0gg
michaelgeovanni
Early opm
NYE Dinner
bc we
old
@mariscos1133
@michaeljoelhall
@teenyy tiin
@damnitschi
@oggmangosreen0gg
why is this so funny. that quesadillas not the only thing gettin burned.
in imagetodd dillard
@toddedillard
asked my 5-year-old what she wanted
for dinner and she said "not a burned
quesadilla" bc in the summer of 2019 |
overcooked one side of her quesadilla
2:20 PM • 3/3/21 • Twitter for iPhone
46.3K Retweets 4,914 Quote Tweets 713K Likes
why is this so funny. that
quesadillas not the only
thing gettin burned.
@toddedillard
asked my 5-year-old what she wanted
for dinner and she said "not a burned
quesadilla" bc in the summer of 2019 |
overcooked one side of her quesadilla
2:20 PM • 3/3/21 • Twitter for iPhone
46.3K Retweets 4,914 Quote Tweets 713K Likes
why is this so funny. that
quesadillas not the only
thing gettin burned.
h/t @mor.eye.ah a full vibe
in imageB
lostinhistorypics
MISS
lostinhistorypics Miss World 1994, Aishwarya Rai alongside
her mother having lunch with her Miss World Crown on.
a full vibe
h/t @mor.eye.ah
lostinhistorypics
MISS
lostinhistorypics Miss World 1994, Aishwarya Rai alongside
her mother having lunch with her Miss World Crown on.
a full vibe
h/t @mor.eye.ah
in imageinstakamran
GMICHAELJOELHALL
• ELFENN
GMICHAELJOELHALL
• ELFENN
in imageThe ADHD walk:
("unexplained" bruises included)
("unexplained" bruises included)
in imageVERSATILITY IS ONE OF
YOUR OUTSTANDING TRAITS.
PANDA EXPRESS
YOUR OUTSTANDING TRAITS.
PANDA EXPRESS
idk how to set an out of office message but if I did this would be it.
in imagejoeymillero
idk how to set an out of office
message but if I did this would be it.
• CRABCAKE FACTORY SEAFOOD HOUSE
@michaelgeavanni@smashigram
@michaeljaelhall
idk how to set an out of office
message but if I did this would be it.
• CRABCAKE FACTORY SEAFOOD HOUSE
@michaelgeavanni@smashigram
@michaeljaelhall
in imageI understand him more and more as I get older 😭😭😭😭😂
in imageI understand him more and more as I get older 😭😭😭😭😂
in imagerandy
@randypaint
mexico fucking nailed it with food man
they were just like here's a tortilla,
meat, & cheese. the tortilla's open. u
like that? uh oh, remix, now it's closed.
still delicious. unreal
a.i2vio,
SONTMIIYC
@moistbuddha
@randypaint
mexico fucking nailed it with food man
they were just like here's a tortilla,
meat, & cheese. the tortilla's open. u
like that? uh oh, remix, now it's closed.
still delicious. unreal
a.i2vio,
SONTMIIYC
@moistbuddha
in imageunusual whales •
@unusual_whales
Popeyes have overtaken KFC as the number
2 chicken chain in the US, per CNBC.
unusualwhales.com
@unusualwhales
@unusual_whales
Popeyes have overtaken KFC as the number
2 chicken chain in the US, per CNBC.
unusualwhales.com
@unusualwhales
in imageladbible
🧘♂️ Teaching Ashtanga Yoga in the Heart of Birmingham, Alabama! 🧘♀️
Had an amazing time at Birmingham Yoga @birminghamyoga , owned by the wonderful Heather Sullivan @magiccityyogi 🧡 Teaching Ashtanga, hanging with my dear friends (Hi, Cory Bryant @coryyoga !!) - we filled our days with invigorating practice and filled our bellies with delicious tacos. 🌮✨
Yoga, friends, and good food - what more could you ask for? 😄 #AshtangaYoga #BirminghamYoga #YogaLife #YogaCommunity #GoodTimes #TacoLove #ashtangayoga
Had an amazing time at Birmingham Yoga @birminghamyoga , owned by the wonderful Heather Sullivan @magiccityyogi 🧡 Teaching Ashtanga, hanging with my dear friends (Hi, Cory Bryant @coryyoga !!) - we filled our days with invigorating practice and filled our bellies with delicious tacos. 🌮✨
Yoga, friends, and good food - what more could you ask for? 😄 #AshtangaYoga #BirminghamYoga #YogaLife #YogaCommunity #GoodTimes #TacoLove #ashtangayoga
✎ Essay · Science and Tech
Ashtanga at Any Age: Inspiration from Alma Thomas and Cognitive Improvement Research
This week, my reflections are deeply anchored by my decade-long journey with a dedicated student, Ron. As our sessions evolved from power-packed vinyasa to the disciplined practice of Mysore, an intriguing question bubbled up: Why do older adults, like Ron, gravitate towards yoga? While the physical transformations are palpable, it's the cognitive rejuvenation that's turning heads. Delving into the tales of Alma Thomas, a late-blooming artist, and recent research from the University of Illinois, we uncover yoga's holistic gift — a dance of physical mastery and cognitive bloom. For every Ron seeking a deeper ‘why’ in their practice, this exploration promises insights into the boundless potential of age and the brain's synergy with yoga.
Read the essay →
in imageHappy Halloween to the ghosts of little boys
who costumed as princesses and the parents
who dressed them. To the ghosts of the many
Drag Mothers born on this night and the
"straight" guys who got to experiment. To the
ghosts of Trans families who walked without
fear on the one night it was legal to
"crossdress." To the clang of chains and
clumsy heels on the sidewalk, to raising
delicious hell and casting Queer spells on a
night that was always ours.
Leo Herrera
@herreraimages
who costumed as princesses and the parents
who dressed them. To the ghosts of the many
Drag Mothers born on this night and the
"straight" guys who got to experiment. To the
ghosts of Trans families who walked without
fear on the one night it was legal to
"crossdress." To the clang of chains and
clumsy heels on the sidewalk, to raising
delicious hell and casting Queer spells on a
night that was always ours.
Leo Herrera
@herreraimages
✎ Essay · Practice
Ashtanga for Beginners
Are you new to yoga or curious about Ashtanga's transformative potential? Discover the profound benefits of Ashtanga yoga for beginners in our article. This practice offers an accessible entry point for those starting their yoga journey. From enhanced flexibility to mental clarity, Ashtanga empowers you to embrace a holistic approach to wellness. Dive into our article and explore why Ashtanga can be your perfect introduction to the world of yoga, bringing vitality and balance to your life. Start your journey today!
Read the essay →
✎ Essay · Personal Notes
The Paradox of the Yoga Flame
In this piece, I dive into the heart of yoga's transformative journey, examining the balance between the intensity of practice and the tranquility it nurtures. I challenge you to rethink what we truly seek from our yoga journey - is it the relentless pursuit of physical intensity or the quest for inner peace and harmony? Whether you're a long-time yogi or just starting out, this article offers a fresh perspective that resonates with practitioners at all stages. Discover insights that might just change the way you view your yoga practice."
Read the essay →
in imageTulum-Inspired Rooftop
Lounge Brings "Jungle
Party" to Union Market
@washingtonianmag
Lounge Brings "Jungle
Party" to Union Market
@washingtonianmag
in imageWords Gendersauce
Food is one of
our oldest
cultural
inheritances.
Allow children
to celebrate
without shame
at their
appetite or fear
of their body.
MS
Art Egon Schiele
@gendersauce
Food is one of
our oldest
cultural
inheritances.
Allow children
to celebrate
without shame
at their
appetite or fear
of their body.
MS
Art Egon Schiele
@gendersauce
2024
Loooove that y'all are on it!!!
in imageASHTANGA.TECH
Abs Workout 4
30 Day Core Fitness Challenge > Abs Workout ..
IN PROGRESS
AMRAP 6 Minutes — Two Sets
5/5 Floor Wipers
15/15 Mountain Climbers
10 Tuck Ups
AMRAP= AS MANY ROUNDS AS POSSIBLE.
The most rounds and repetitions possible in 6 minutes.
Complete the 6 minutes of exercise, take a 3-5 minute break and repeat another 6
Fergalicious (feat. will.i.am)
Fergie
Loooove that y'all are on it!!!
Abs Workout 4
30 Day Core Fitness Challenge > Abs Workout ..
IN PROGRESS
AMRAP 6 Minutes — Two Sets
5/5 Floor Wipers
15/15 Mountain Climbers
10 Tuck Ups
AMRAP= AS MANY ROUNDS AS POSSIBLE.
Fergalicious (feat. will.i.am) Fergie
Loooove that y'all are on it!!!
Abs Workout 4
30 Day Core Fitness Challenge > Abs Workout ..
IN PROGRESS
AMRAP 6 Minutes — Two Sets
5/5 Floor Wipers
15/15 Mountain Climbers
10 Tuck Ups
AMRAP= AS MANY ROUNDS AS POSSIBLE.
The most rounds and repetitions possible in 6 minutes.
Complete the 6 minutes of exercise, take a 3-5 minute break and repeat another 6
Fergalicious (feat. will.i.am)
Fergie
Loooove that y'all are on it!!!
Abs Workout 4
30 Day Core Fitness Challenge > Abs Workout ..
IN PROGRESS
AMRAP 6 Minutes — Two Sets
5/5 Floor Wipers
15/15 Mountain Climbers
10 Tuck Ups
AMRAP= AS MANY ROUNDS AS POSSIBLE.
Fergalicious (feat. will.i.am) Fergie
Loooove that y'all are on it!!!
in imagextinagram
BSMASHIGRAM
GMICHAELGEOVANNI
BMICHAELJOELHALL
BSMASHIGRAM
GMICHAELGEOVANNI
BMICHAELJOELHALL
in image1
Robert Reich
@RBReich
73% of mothers with kids under
18 are in the workforce. More
than flowers or brunch, working
moms need:
...
- Paid family leave
- Equal pay
- Universal childcare
(But get your mom flowers, too)
anorelch
Robert Reich
@RBReich
73% of mothers with kids under
18 are in the workforce. More
than flowers or brunch, working
moms need:
...
- Paid family leave
- Equal pay
- Universal childcare
(But get your mom flowers, too)
anorelch
in imageRED LOBSTER
FRESH FISH - LIVE LOBSTER
Reuters
Red Lobster probes "endless shrimp" losses after
bankruptcy filing
1 hour ago • Dietrich Knauth
:
FRESH FISH - LIVE LOBSTER
Reuters
Red Lobster probes "endless shrimp" losses after
bankruptcy filing
1 hour ago • Dietrich Knauth
:
in image^
Axios *
@axios
Red Lobster has filed for Chapter 11
protection.
Follow
Michael McDonald
Follow
..
@ElectProject
A hedge fund bought the company, sold off
all the land Red Lobster restaurants are
located on, leased the land back to Red
Lobster, and jacked the rent. Just so you
know what is really going on here
Axios *
@axios
Red Lobster has filed for Chapter 11
protection.
Follow
Michael McDonald
Follow
..
@ElectProject
A hedge fund bought the company, sold off
all the land Red Lobster restaurants are
located on, leased the land back to Red
Lobster, and jacked the rent. Just so you
know what is really going on here
in imagegosh I love this
she almost got me
in imageCMONEY "D"GREATRST" (29
Krispy Kreme.
all DOLLY'D up!
polly of
SOUTHERN SWEETS
DOLGHNUT COLLFCTION
she almost got me
Krispy Kreme.
all DOLLY'D up!
polly of
SOUTHERN SWEETS
DOLGHNUT COLLFCTION
she almost got me
my voice coach says
in imageVOICE TIP: ENJOY YOUR BREATH! Next time you're breathing in
VOICE TIP: ENJOY YOUR BREATH! So today I'm breathing in
VOICE TIP: ENJOY YOUR BREATH! So today I'm breathing in
this drink menu is gorg
but
questionable tbh
but
questionable tbh
in imagejeffstagram129
HOT AND
DEUNE
BODERED-
MR. SURF
ALCOHOL, BLUEBERRIES,
WATERMELON, SALTWATER,
SEAWEED, SEA SHELLS
BREAK WATER
LEMON WATER, WATERMELO
COCKTAIL, MINIT, ORANGES,
FOAM GARNISH
LILAC COREL
LAVENDER BLACKBERRIES
PASONFRUTE ALCOHOL FLOWER
$25.00
KIWI LOBSTER
SEAWEED, CHERRY, SOUR
APPLE, WATERMELON, MAPLE
RUM, LOBSTER GARNISH.
RED AXOLOTEL
CHERRY. STRAWBERRY.
BLOODY MARY SLUSHY.
ALCOHOL
WEEKEND SPECIAL
SUNSET SPLASH
ONGE. CHERRY, BANANA
OYTSON
this drink menu is gorg
but
questionable tbh
HOT AND
DEUNE
BODERED-
MR. SURF
ALCOHOL, BLUEBERRIES,
WATERMELON, SALTWATER,
SEAWEED, SEA SHELLS
BREAK WATER
LEMON WATER, WATERMELO
COCKTAIL, MINIT, ORANGES,
FOAM GARNISH
LILAC COREL
LAVENDER BLACKBERRIES
PASONFRUTE ALCOHOL FLOWER
$25.00
KIWI LOBSTER
SEAWEED, CHERRY, SOUR
APPLE, WATERMELON, MAPLE
RUM, LOBSTER GARNISH.
RED AXOLOTEL
CHERRY. STRAWBERRY.
BLOODY MARY SLUSHY.
ALCOHOL
WEEKEND SPECIAL
SUNSET SPLASH
ONGE. CHERRY, BANANA
OYTSON
this drink menu is gorg
but
questionable tbh
in imagejeffstagram129
#sundayfunday
#sundayfunday
in imageFOUR FRIENDS CATCH UP OVER PASTA
I'm doing better / they need to run more tests /
we're moving in together / I'm never dating
again / how is your dad? / how is your
heart? / how are you dealing with the state of
the world? / I love your new hair color / I'm
on new meds / remember how young we used
to be? / let's build a commune / we can have
sheep | and goats? / yes, and dancing / I
missed you / it's been too long / this is
delicious - the sauce, the salad / this night /
all of it.
-Amy Kay
@amykaypoetiry
I'm doing better / they need to run more tests /
we're moving in together / I'm never dating
again / how is your dad? / how is your
heart? / how are you dealing with the state of
the world? / I love your new hair color / I'm
on new meds / remember how young we used
to be? / let's build a commune / we can have
sheep | and goats? / yes, and dancing / I
missed you / it's been too long / this is
delicious - the sauce, the salad / this night /
all of it.
-Amy Kay
@amykaypoetiry
gorgeous human
in imagekellyferraro
Love this human. Lucky to take
his morning ashtanga class then
catch an afternoon snack. fa
@michaeljoelhall
gorgeous human
• PLANTA Cocina
Love this human. Lucky to take
his morning ashtanga class then
catch an afternoon snack. fa
@michaeljoelhall
gorgeous human
• PLANTA Cocina
✎ Essay · Science and Tech
How Breath Training Can Transform Your Sports Performance: Evidence and Techniques
Have you ever felt like your breath was holding you back on the field, court, or track? Just like a mischievous puppy chasing its tail, most athletes are blissfully unaware of how their breath can propel—or, heaven forbid, impede—their performance. Breath training, often overshadowed by the…
Read the essay →
✎ Essay · Science and Tech
Navigating Overtraining in Ashtanga Yoga: Signs, Solutions, and Self-Care
We’ve all been there, haven’t we? You dive headfirst into the wonderland of Ashtanga Yoga, blissfully aware of the transformative power of each pose—until one day, the thought of stepping onto your mat feels more like a chore than a joy. Overtraining can sneak up…
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✎ Essay · Science and Tech
Getting Great: Adaptive Resistance and Isokinetic Training: Optimizing Muscle Growth and Fat Loss
Ever wonder how that gym buddy of yours keeps sculpting their physique while juggling a dozen other life commitments? For this Ashtanga yoga practitioner, the secret sauce often lies in mixing the right ingredients of training modalities and intensities. I‘ve been particularly partial to adaptive…
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in image1418
COFFEE * JUICE
SMOOTHIES
ACAI BOWLS
PICK-UP
WINDOW
NE OR
FROM S
RAPP
13
ANA
COFFEE * JUICE
SMOOTHIES
ACAI BOWLS
PICK-UP
WINDOW
NE OR
FROM S
RAPP
13
ANA
✎ Essay · Culture
The Decline of Community-Based Yoga Studios: What Went Wrong
When I started practicing in 2002, there wasnt a yoga studio on every corner. Yoga hadn't quite hit the granola standard yet (when its not just for hippies anymore). Practice in general was still counterculture, with lineage-based yoga studios having been established for a decade…
Read the essay →in imageCONSISTENCY,
davidgarriguesyoga and asanakitchen
THIS
davidgarriguesyoga and asanakitchen
davidgarriguesyoga and asanakitchen
THIS
davidgarriguesyoga and asanakitchen
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
in imageLOVE is LOVE
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
Vegan cafe in Nepal— owned by trans woman 🙂
when your people get published — its yes yes yes
in imageTHE• BEST• AMERICAN
FOOD AND TRAVEL
WRITING 2024
EDITED BY -
1
PADMA LAKSHMI
@mariantoro
when your people get
published — its yes yes yes
FOOD AND TRAVEL
WRITING 2024
EDITED BY -
1
PADMA LAKSHMI
@mariantoro
when your people get
published — its yes yes yes
in imagejeffstagram129
about last night..
about last night..
2025
in imageRUTA DE EV
Conserve
el producto
en refrigeración
* $108.00°
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a la y ma
le puerta cemada
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HELES CONSIACSI ANTES DE.
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el producto
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* $108.00°
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a la y ma
le puerta cemada
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in imageV11
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think gourmet can be
of mushroom soup......
dad
how many time
to Remember,"...
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of mushroom soup......
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how many time
to Remember,"...
NANA
PV
2024
in imageД
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this spoke to my heart. iykyk xo @melrockas
in imagewhere — Belinda is on this exchange — this spoke to my heart. iykyk xo @melrockas
a Black couple sitting at another table.
a Black couple sitting at another table.
in imageReady for pride!
in imageBREAK
AST & BRUNCH
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AST & BRUNCH
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A
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in image365
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Naturally Flavored
16 FL. OZ (473mL)
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Cultun-es
in imageSN LNO MOTS
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in image-
AG Brian Schwalb •
@DCAttorneyGen
The National Guard deployment does not only
undermine public safety.
It also hurts DC's economy - depressing vital
industries like restaurants, hotels, and tourism.
And critically, it infringes on DC's sovereign
authority and right to self-governance under the
Home Rule Act.
DISTRICT
a
COLUMB
KATTEWMAEI
В N
@dcattorneygeneral
AG Brian Schwalb •
@DCAttorneyGen
The National Guard deployment does not only
undermine public safety.
It also hurts DC's economy - depressing vital
industries like restaurants, hotels, and tourism.
And critically, it infringes on DC's sovereign
authority and right to self-governance under the
Home Rule Act.
DISTRICT
a
COLUMB
KATTEWMAEI
В N
@dcattorneygeneral
Are you told not to talk about what goes on inside your organization? The secret recipe for Popeye’s chicken? Sure, keep that locked up. But clarity around who gets promoted and how shouldn’t be hidden or secret. Who’s not telling you the why? Why not?
More on youtube!
More on youtube!
in imageIt's where one performs secret ceremonies with initiation rights.
"Groupthink" dominates
Conduct closed ceremonies
Inner Circles
Secret Rites and Rituals
Negative Group Rituals
on shaming
Focus on punishment
looking at the universal experience, we do not shame or shun.
"Groupthink" dominates
Conduct closed ceremonies
Inner Circles
Is it tradition and graduated learning or weird cult stuff? closed? Yes Closed Ceremonies Secret Teachings Painful Initiations No spicion
"Groupthink" dominates
Conduct closed ceremonies
Inner Circles
Secret Rites and Rituals
Negative Group Rituals
on shaming
Focus on punishment
looking at the universal experience, we do not shame or shun.
"Groupthink" dominates
Conduct closed ceremonies
Inner Circles
Is it tradition and graduated learning or weird cult stuff? closed? Yes Closed Ceremonies Secret Teachings Painful Initiations No spicion
in imageCrews & Tangos Restaurant & Bar
Crews & Tango Restaurant & Bar
Crews & Tango Restaurant & Bar
2026
✎ Essay · Practice
Combatting Overstimulation
Overstimulation often comes with lots of feelings and emotions. Irrational irritability. A short fuse. Half-cocked in the f-you position. Or maybe the deep desire to just be left the hell alone. You know it's happening when you're trying to meditate, and every noise is a…
Read the essay →✎ Essay · Shala Digest
When self-inquiry becomes the product you resent
The polite version says abundance mindset. The honest version is that the math doesn't work for most people teaching yoga. Not because they lack dedication. Not because they're doing it wrong. Because…
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