green goodness
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good christ is that shit delicious. would that it came in the one litre bottle because the little ones cost a fortune.
i don't think i want to admit how much i just spent on juice. or that i found a source that's closer to my house. this could be a problem.
in other news i've rediscovered something. i truly love grocery shopping at midnight on the weekends. there is something about wandering through a grocery store at one o'clock in the morning while meandering through the aisles and glancing at all the people that is just so satisfying. there's no pressure, you don't have to do anything or be anywhere.
you're just wandering around in a place filled with delicious food.
today i brought home a couple of things that i've had before but never cooked and a couple of things that i've never tried. i'm working on expanding my food choices since i've been dropping foods left and right for the last few years.
it helps that my probably soon to be roomie is a veg and lebanese so his food choices are totally different from mine. we're expanding each other's diets. well he's doing more than i am cause he's better at it but i did get the killer homemade granola recipe so... (and i brought him a green goodness!)
pile and i are tired of this building and can sit around and not talk for hours so it seems worth doing and since neither of us seems likely to get married anytime soon it should be pretty stable too. best part is we're similarly neat and have about the same tolerance for filth or lack thereof.
.
we did the sacroiliac joint workshop today and i learned several daunting things. for example? yeah it has FIFTEEN different axes of rotation. fifteen. not like two or three or something nice and logical oh no. FIFTEEN!
they don't even say forward and back they say nutation and counter nutation. we had to palpate the posterior superior iliac spine. and the inferior lateral angle and the sacral sulcas (spelling????) and do different moves and try different things and feel each other up.
yes boys, nine pilates instructors in a room trying moves and feeling up each other's sacrums (for the uninitiated just think bums) and ischial tuberosities and so on. and it wasn't dirty at all.
but oh i learned a lot you guys. i understand what's happening in the backs of a couple of my clients and i much better understand what's going on in my own back. i also? totally learned how little i know.
again.
in fact that happens every single time i take a class from a really great teacher and i know that my clients feel that way about me. one of them the other day was like 'you're always inventing some little thing for whatever i say is bugging me' and the truth is all i'm doing is remembering the things that better [or at least more experienced] teachers have taught me.
i mean i don't just walk around calling *anyone* the goddess. she earned that name fair and square for putting me and a ton of other people back together. and for caring enough to never stop learning. and for taking joy in sharing that knowledge. and for the little face she makes when she realises that she's lost us. [it's really funny and you can totally read her face when she notices that she's done it] and for the little hmm she does when your body is being weird. and especially for the 'oh boy' you get when you admit to doing something really stupid.
i try really hard not to get the oh boys.
.
hcg left another one of his awesome messages this week. he goes dancing at a place called bird (which i feel safe saying cause seriously like you could recognize him?) and so he called my machine and whistled at it or made bird sounds at it or whatever on thursday night.
which i translated to mean 'i'm going dancing at bird, you should come' but i laughed and went to bed. and when i called him later? yeah that's what he meant.
how come i can grok totally taciturn tweetings but i can't speak freaking english?
.
india arie is my latest musical passion. her songs are all very similar stylistically but the woman can sing and the lyrics are great. there's this one song called 'ready for love' that pile pointed out (yeah pile is my neighbour and likely roomie) that blows my mind.
what's funny is that the lyrics are slightly stalkery... but at the same time she describes her guy:
If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respect's the spirit world
And thinks with his heart
now seriously... a man who loves music and art, respects the spirit world and thinks with his heart? add books and chocolate and that's like dream human. i don't think that's particularly different from what anyone else looks for in a date really.
anyway there's this crazy ethereal voice singing these beautiful words with just a little guitar and piano and a titch of cello behind it. what's not to like?
speaking of music i saw brokeback mountain tonight with pj and othercat. i confess that i don't really know quite how i feel about it. the music was fantastic and those two guys did a really good job being those characters.
the cinematography was gorgeous as hell. alberta/wyoming never looked so good. pj thought it was a happy movie and othercat thought it was sad.
i cried at the end... but felt some inherent hope.
perhaps that's the message. this movie told us a story but it didn't tell us how to react to it or how to feel about it. it simply told the story. kind of the way you wish micheal moore would. it's just odd to get that in a fictional tale.
it's like you're used to the author telling you who to sympathise with or how to feel. this movie just said 'here, this is what happened'
i think that i liked it but i can't swear that i'm comfortable with it. all in all a rather satisfying reaction...
good christ is that shit delicious. would that it came in the one litre bottle because the little ones cost a fortune.
i don't think i want to admit how much i just spent on juice. or that i found a source that's closer to my house. this could be a problem.
in other news i've rediscovered something. i truly love grocery shopping at midnight on the weekends. there is something about wandering through a grocery store at one o'clock in the morning while meandering through the aisles and glancing at all the people that is just so satisfying. there's no pressure, you don't have to do anything or be anywhere.
you're just wandering around in a place filled with delicious food.
today i brought home a couple of things that i've had before but never cooked and a couple of things that i've never tried. i'm working on expanding my food choices since i've been dropping foods left and right for the last few years.
it helps that my probably soon to be roomie is a veg and lebanese so his food choices are totally different from mine. we're expanding each other's diets. well he's doing more than i am cause he's better at it but i did get the killer homemade granola recipe so... (and i brought him a green goodness!)
pile and i are tired of this building and can sit around and not talk for hours so it seems worth doing and since neither of us seems likely to get married anytime soon it should be pretty stable too. best part is we're similarly neat and have about the same tolerance for filth or lack thereof.
.
we did the sacroiliac joint workshop today and i learned several daunting things. for example? yeah it has FIFTEEN different axes of rotation. fifteen. not like two or three or something nice and logical oh no. FIFTEEN!
they don't even say forward and back they say nutation and counter nutation. we had to palpate the posterior superior iliac spine. and the inferior lateral angle and the sacral sulcas (spelling????) and do different moves and try different things and feel each other up.
yes boys, nine pilates instructors in a room trying moves and feeling up each other's sacrums (for the uninitiated just think bums) and ischial tuberosities and so on. and it wasn't dirty at all.
but oh i learned a lot you guys. i understand what's happening in the backs of a couple of my clients and i much better understand what's going on in my own back. i also? totally learned how little i know.
again.
in fact that happens every single time i take a class from a really great teacher and i know that my clients feel that way about me. one of them the other day was like 'you're always inventing some little thing for whatever i say is bugging me' and the truth is all i'm doing is remembering the things that better [or at least more experienced] teachers have taught me.
i mean i don't just walk around calling *anyone* the goddess. she earned that name fair and square for putting me and a ton of other people back together. and for caring enough to never stop learning. and for taking joy in sharing that knowledge. and for the little face she makes when she realises that she's lost us. [it's really funny and you can totally read her face when she notices that she's done it] and for the little hmm she does when your body is being weird. and especially for the 'oh boy' you get when you admit to doing something really stupid.
i try really hard not to get the oh boys.
.
hcg left another one of his awesome messages this week. he goes dancing at a place called bird (which i feel safe saying cause seriously like you could recognize him?) and so he called my machine and whistled at it or made bird sounds at it or whatever on thursday night.
which i translated to mean 'i'm going dancing at bird, you should come' but i laughed and went to bed. and when i called him later? yeah that's what he meant.
how come i can grok totally taciturn tweetings but i can't speak freaking english?
.
india arie is my latest musical passion. her songs are all very similar stylistically but the woman can sing and the lyrics are great. there's this one song called 'ready for love' that pile pointed out (yeah pile is my neighbour and likely roomie) that blows my mind.
what's funny is that the lyrics are slightly stalkery... but at the same time she describes her guy:
If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respect's the spirit world
And thinks with his heart
now seriously... a man who loves music and art, respects the spirit world and thinks with his heart? add books and chocolate and that's like dream human. i don't think that's particularly different from what anyone else looks for in a date really.
anyway there's this crazy ethereal voice singing these beautiful words with just a little guitar and piano and a titch of cello behind it. what's not to like?
speaking of music i saw brokeback mountain tonight with pj and othercat. i confess that i don't really know quite how i feel about it. the music was fantastic and those two guys did a really good job being those characters.
the cinematography was gorgeous as hell. alberta/wyoming never looked so good. pj thought it was a happy movie and othercat thought it was sad.
i cried at the end... but felt some inherent hope.
perhaps that's the message. this movie told us a story but it didn't tell us how to react to it or how to feel about it. it simply told the story. kind of the way you wish micheal moore would. it's just odd to get that in a fictional tale.
it's like you're used to the author telling you who to sympathise with or how to feel. this movie just said 'here, this is what happened'
i think that i liked it but i can't swear that i'm comfortable with it. all in all a rather satisfying reaction...
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Hey... i saw your link on LSD's site... hope you don't mind that i dropped by?
I used to live in Toronto and LOVED shopping late at night. I know EXACTLY what you mean. There was a 24 hour Dominion at Bloor and Robert (in the Annex) that always had people milling around no matter what the time. Even Rabba, good ol Rabba, filled my late-night cravings. Now, up here in the nort', our grocery stores close at 5pm on weekends! Quite the shift. Actually, pretty much everything, including the downtown, shuts down at 5pm. You almost can't make it there after work. Sigh. I miss Toronto!
Thanks for the huggs!
Huggs back... for a very long time. lol.
Shopping at night drunk, even better. Nothing like coming home with a new set of bar stools, beer, relish, and a giant picture frame that doesn't fit anything I own. Good times...good times...
deb: it can be and is. would you like a prize? i can't link you... done that already :)
it's easier to be first since my stalker disappeared.
it definetely left me thinking. i will tell you to go when you're in the mood for long and slow and beautiful rather than fast and action packed...
and yes, i agree entirely. leaving me thinking gets my attention.
lisa: i NEVER mind new visitors. welcome to snapshots.
i was at the 24 hour dominion by ryerson that's just off church. but i teach right by the one in the annex so i know it too.
rabba rocks. they have the best stoner food there. the only place with better food than rabba is my 24 hour super fresh mart. that place kicks ass.
where in the north are you? i wonder if i've been... and why are you now stuck not in toronto?
bubbles: sometimes huggs is all you can offer.
and you can hold on as long as you need to darlin'
cas: oh yeah that's awesome fun. but uh what are you going to do with the bar stools? :)
i really like your sense of humour by the way.
Oddly enough, I saw Bareback Mountain last night as well, also with a couple.
All three of us weren't terribly impressed, especially me. I felt it was perhaps a bit overhyped-- essentially it was your same old doomed-lovers drama, except that the doomed lovers are gay! And cowboys! Plus it actually felt like 2 decades watching the film, it was unecessarily long. I don't say that just because I'm a spaz--I sat through Return of the King, Schindler's List, Munich no problem. And a smaller niggly thing that irritated me-- the aging of the protagonists was handled very badly. At the beginning they looked 20. At the end, they looked 24. Please. I know Ang Lee can do better.
On the other hand, the good things were the aethetics-- the men and the land were uncommonly beautiful.
The roommate thing, though, is a really good idea. I think it would be the perfect thing for you right now. You get companionship without the bullshit. Also, there's a potential increase in finances-- now you can get an awesome condo/apartment or shoes or more car parts or shitloads of expensive chocolate or any combination thereof. Cool beans.
--PV
heya PV
i suspect i know which couple it was... er which of a couple of couples that is :)
yeah i wasn't terribly impressed either but it did leave me thinking and feeling a little conflicted so it gets some bonus points for that.
that said? what was with heath ledger's weird assed eye makeup through the entire last half of the movie. i kept wanting to wipe his face or something. and yeah the aging thing was bad. i thought jake gyllenhall's character aged at least 12 years but heath? not a change at all.
oh man return of the king... so endless! and yes, there were entire chunks of brokeback that didn't need to be in the movie. but the scene at teh end with jake's parents? damm.
i'm pretty stoked on the roommate idea and so is he so i think we're going to do it. possibly a place i can teach out of, possible a cheap two bedroom.. hard to say but it should be good. pile is awesome.
mmmmmmmmmmmm shoes. god i want shoes :)
i've been debating whether or not to see brokeback mountain. all the hype kind of makes me want to wait...all the spoofs on it REALLY make me want to wait. perhaps i'll netflix it in two months when it comes to dvd (remember when it used to take 6 months? ahh the good old days!)
i love those india arie lyrics, but they just prove a point. no one knows what they're looking for. we all walk around with this laundry list of basic qualities we know we want, but other than those basics..we're lost. i think that's why dating is so frustrating...on paper they're great, in person...suddenly spending a night home alone doesnt seem to bad.
all goes back to that wonderful spark.
elle: i would say that if you care about cinematography, vast vistas, momentous mountains, long shots of bubbling brooks and lots of awesome alliteration then go see it on a big screen.
otherwise? who gives a fuck wait and rent it.
i remember when it took forever because there was no VHS let along DVD. i remember when video took a year and a half... :)
it's funny how those lyrics are only stalkery if he doesn't love her too. funny how that works huh?
and yeah, no one knows... but you usually know it when it hits you over the head. i still say it's the one sided crap that's the worst. at least if you both have no spark you're both wishing you were home alone...
ahhh spark... i should revisit that post sometime.
i LOOOVE india.arie! especially "video" and "strength courage & wisdom." i swear, that CD always puts me in a better mood.
and i think we're at the point of no return with brokeback, as it's been hyped so much, anyone who sees it now is bound to be disappointed. i thought it was beautiful (aside from how lame the aging was), but i also saw it not long before it opened.
i mean... AFTER it opened... !
oh yeah 'strength courage and wisdom' is a great song! and yeah i'm always smiling when i turn this stuff off. actually i'm less and less willing to listen to tunes which angry up the blood.
yeah if you haven't seen it yet then wait until you aren't hearing about it anymore.
i didn't mind the slowness much because i love that scenery. but if you're not a scenery nerd that movie will bore you.
that happened to me with rainman actually. i get that it's a great movie but i didn't and still don't like it. in it's defence it never could have lived up to it.
and i did think it was beautiful... just also a little long and ridiculous in a couple of spots.
yeah yeah you stole it off the net and and uh yeah *grin*
The secret to avoiding hype and being disappointed by movies is to ignore other media like the glossy movie rags and television. I've been aware that there was hype regarding this movie, but I didn't catch much of it. I wasn't disappointed on account of the media blather.
What struck me most about this movie was that it could have been a love story between any two people. All the struggles could have been depicted by a heterosexual couple as easily as the pair of men. It just so happens that the main protagonists are both men. It could have been about class instead of sexuality.
It made me think a lot about how lucky we are to live in the present day. If I were 10 or 20 years older than I am now, I could have been in similar circumstances. It wasn't uncommon to hear of gay men being brutally assaulted in my home town or being driven to suicide just because of divergent desires from the mainstream. Brokeback Mountain is a thought provoking film because it touches on a fundamental part of the human condition: love is difficult. Everyone expects the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and it just aint so.
othercat i was about as aware as you were but at the same time i've been hearing about this movie from people for months and months and maybe even a year or two.
so though i tried to ignore the hype it did get to me a little anyway. that said, it wasn't the media that affected my response. i really am just sort of percolating through my reaction and waiting to see how i feel.
you are truly correct. today this could be a love story between any two people that aren't supposed to be together. that said, today these two men wouldn't have fought against their romance for twenty years. they would have moved themselves to some corner of the planet and lived together.
that said, i really appreciate realising just how shitty it is to be gay in a place that is rabidly against you just because of who you sleep with. it must be heartbreaking. and i know that you had some experience of this when you were younger. imagine if you had been only 15 years older than you are... how different your life would have been.
"love is difficult. everyone expects the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and it just ain't so." beautiful thank you.
Reason #11 why I'm pretty well convinced that being gay is of nature rather than of choice - who would want to put up with all of the assholes that hate on you for your sexuality?
Note to the church - if you want to "save marriage", focus on the 50% plus divorce rate. That seems the bigger threat than letting same sex couples get into the game, yes?
matt: word. and then some more word.
why isn't the church ppaying attention to saving the people that need saving rather than the people who are just trying to live their lives.
i don't know, i just know that what people do in bed is the least important thing about them.
I'm in Sudbury, to reply to your question. I came up here after my guy got admitted into the northern ontario medical residency program. We ended up staying after the residency was over. Just kinda like the people and we get to live right on lakefront property with a dog and pay as much as it would cost for a condo in T.O. But I really miss the city. And I'm a teacher too.. started in Toronto, and kept it going up here. Where do you teach?
Sounds like an awesome workshop.
Green goodness? I'll have to give it a try. Where do you buy it?
The roommate idea sounds lovely. Yes you can get a bigger space and/or save money for shoes or whatever. Its a renters market in TO right now. That said, I hope you don't move too far away.
Heh. Probably just after you move you'll meet your dream guy. Ya gotta shake things up somtimes to make things happen.
grocery shopping late at night is the best ... the store has usually restocked the shelves, so everything is nice and neat and orderly ... there aren't crowds of other shopperst to deal with ... usually no little children (though far more often than there should be!) ... and short lines.
Any time I can; that's when I shop ...
Ohhh I love India...she has really good messages in her songs. They are soothing. And she seems like a likable person. I saw a little documentary of when she went to Africa to help out and create awareness. She seemed like a pretty real girl.
Can I tell you...we (and I mean the uninitiated, not you, as you have more knowledge) know so little about our bodies it is downright scary. There is this book I have been meaning to buy called "YOU, The Owner's Manual." I think it's so clever because...derrr when we buy something we expect the manual to know how to use it. But our bodies? The most important tool we shall ever have? The one we need to take care of? Well, no that one comes sans manual and we have to feel our way through and learn by breaking shit :( So that book is on my list.
I think that's why we have such reverence for doctors, to the point that we believe everything they say. Cause, dude, they read the manual and they know. And we feel unworthy... we are clueless. I think it sucks. We should all know more about our bodies and not wait until we need to be fixed.
Anyhoo...I too love grocery shopping late. It is soothing not to have to deal with anyone and to be able to just wander around the isles looking at everything and anything you want without people trying to rush you.
And I am also trying to expand my food choices. And my soon to be roomie is also a vegetarian. That might help a bit :)
And BTW...I went grocery shopping this morning for some stuff to put in the fridge at work and I saw Green Goodness. I almost bought it but it's high in calories for someone like me who is not being particularly good about exercising yet. But it's on my list... both exercising and green goodness :)
-N
Lisa: i was born there actually. dad got transferred after grade eight to my great relief :)
what do you teach?
i teach pilates at a bunch of community centres and a couple of gyms and mostly private at a little studio in yorkville.
clarity: it was awesome. awesome. plus rr is so amazing to learn from because she takes such joy in teaching/sharing.
i got it at both dominion and your loblaws... in both cases it was in produce and not with the rest of the juice. check out the protein one also.
you'll love my roomie guy too, he's awesome! we're planning to move within 5 minutes of walk of the downtown subway loop so i can teach out of home and we want to get closer to the market. not to worry my friend :)
whatever, i don't think there is a dream guy for me and i'm tired of wasting energy and time and emotional health on it.
dz: yeah dude it totally is. everything you want is either on the shelves or in a box in front of the shelves... the shoppers who are there are always fun to watch too so it feeds my inner urban anthropologist.
nat: i just got introduced to india by my soon to be roomie pile. and half the reason i'm stoked to live with him is that we have totally different and yet complementary taste.
i read that as real pretty like three times before my brain clicked in to what you were really saying.
i'm dying to buy that book actually. i understand bones and muscles relatively well but a lot of the other underlying stuff sort of leaves me cold and i MUST know more. it is tragic irony that the one machine we own for life is the one we understand and care for the least. it's downright backwards.
my mom used to go grocery shopping whenever she needed to settle her brain, she says she feels safe in grocery stores. i definetely get it from her.
hey you found a roomie! and veg helps, it implies some level of conscious awareness.
green goodness rocks the planet but it is highly calorific. that said it's full of the good fats. personally i prefer the protein one, it's more what i lack in my diet but the green one is SO good and you can feel your body going 'duuuuuude that was AWESOME' when you drink it.
exercise and healthy food. the secret to a long and physically pleasant life :)
i am in a goofy mood
so i just wanted to stop by and say:
testiclees!!
E-
TESTICLES right back at you! :)
-N
nooo!!! not testicles!
testiclEEs!! (i mention i'm a crack whore?!). when i was in like 10th grade i made an action hero, who was actually a nutsack..and his name was testiclees!
*runs away*
elle: testiclees!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hee goofus please continue being silly. me likey.
nat: hee yay for silliness!
anonymous: i'm deleting your comment. say something relevant to the blog and you can spam it with that page all you want. it's actually useful. yes i know the spambot will never read this.
elle: are you serious? does he have a picture cause i SO want to see it! so much.
no no running, come back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
haha i can't draw.....i just came up with the story of testiclees and his wild super hero adventures.
ryan, who's this great artist, drew him and his side kick..spermbot...should ask him if he still has it somewhere..or maybe E has it....
ahhh memories!
ohhhh TESTICLEES then! Picture of a nutsack has been requested!!!! ALERT :)
-N
elle: that's freaking awesome!
oh please if you have it i would so love to see the testiclees and the spermbot... because really, who woudln't?
nat: that's two requests, now she HASTA do it!!!
muhahaha
elle: yay for asking!
i wanna be wonder wench... okay how about uh... bodacious bitch? or uh dangerous dame or uh... :)
ry is a man whore? sounds tempting *snicker*
drugs are NOT bad. although i did make you chocolate rather than weed...
yeah I just noticed the links... tee hee I'm under "El Chocolate" :) woohoo
-N
Your tale of your recent moviegoings reminds me of when I went to see Schindler's List back in the 1990s.
It was hyped as a great great film, Spielberg finally doing something serious, and I was looking forward to seeing it. In fact I went with my friend John who was Jewish because we both knew we were going to want someone intelligent to chat about it with after.
And then. Sometimes when a piece of art is called a masterpiece, there is a lot of pressure to "get it", enjoy it, to be able to pick it apart and mostly, to be able to truly enjoy it. Like Robert Burns or Tchaikovsky, I have always believed that my lack of enjoyment of these two artists has somehow been a flaw on my part, and that it I was more culturally aware, I'd "get it".
So after leaving the theatre that night, I was searching, trying to figure out what I hadn’t understood, why it seemed like crap to me. I talked with my friend John for hours afterward, and he thought it was wonderful. So I plumbed his mind, trying to understand what he had seen and that I had missed.
It turned out we had both seen the same film. But where scenes like the Nazi officer taking target practice on the Jewish prisoners in the mornings seemed merely awful to me, to John they spoke volumes about who he was and what his Jewishness meant. We actually argued about it that night, my argument being that the Nazi massacre of the Jews should have nothing to do with what his religion means to him, because it has nothing to do with what Judaism is about. I also argued that the film contained some scenes designed to draw an emotional response, but was otherwise a very poor telling of the story.
However I’m getting off-topic. It is easy to be confused when a movie speaks to something you feel strongly about, but was poorly made. That was my problem with Schindler’s List. I’m not saying it is what caused you to be confused about your feelings about this movie, I’m just saying that sometimes when you watch a movie that is intended as more than just a piece of entertainment, it’s not unusual to take time to reflect. In my case it took a second viewing of the movie Schindler’s List to decide that yes, it really was crap. Maybe you need to see Brokeback Mountain a second time. Maybe you will enjoy it. Just don’t be afraid that if you find you don’t like it, that it means you don’t have sympathy for the gay struggle..
Personally I find the music of the band Bronski Beat to be a great telling of that particular story.
Damn! That was long!
nat: i had fun rearranging...
elle: i'm not sure there's any particular significance honestly. well okay a little, chocolate is my crack.
no way, i can't have alicia's name... uhhh how about oh man i suck, i can't think of shit.
delicious dildo! that's AWESOME!
4 seperate occasions at one party?
ew: yeah that's exactly what happend to me with rainman. i have seen it since and i can see that it's great and still?
i just don't care.
i like your point about subjects i care about being poorly represented. that pretty much sums it up.
tombotts: yeah i do that.
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