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[Dec. 8th, 2009|08:44 pm] |
Ernest was an elephant, a great big fellow,
Leonard was a lion with a six foot tail,
George was a goat, and his beard was yellow,
And James was a very small snail.
Leonard had a stall, and a great big strong one,
Earnest had a manger, and its walls were thick,
George found a pen, but I think it was the wrong one,
And James sat down on a brick
Earnest started trumpeting, and cracked his manger,
Leonard started roaring, and shivered his stall,
James gave a huffle of a snail in danger
And nobody heard him at all.
Earnest started trumpeting and raised such a rumpus,
Leonard started roaring and trying to kick,
James went on a journey with the goats new compass
And he reached the end of his brick.
Ernest was an elephant and very well intentioned,
Leonard was a lion with a brave new tail,
George was a goat, as I think I have mentioned,
but James was only a snail. |
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| Sunday Morning Reading |
[Nov. 8th, 2009|11:48 am] |
Prostaglandins are produced in the cells by the action of enzymes on essential fatty acids. There are two prostaglandin pathways, one that begins with double-unsaturated omega-6 linoleic acid and one that begins with triple-unsaturated omega-3 alpha-linolenic acid. Both pathways essentially involve elongation of the 18-carbon EFA's to the 20-carbon root used in each of the three eicosanoid types, plus further desaturation. (See accompanying diagram.) On the omega-6 pathway, the Series 1 prostaglandins are produced from a 20-carbon, triple unsaturated fatty acid called dihomo-y-linolenic acid (DGLA) that is found in liver and other organ meats. The Series 2 prostaglandins are produced from a 20-carbon quadruple unsaturated fatty acid called arachidonic acid (AA) found in butter, animal fats, especially pork, organ meats, eggs and seaweed. On the omega-3 pathway, the Series 3 prostaglandins are procuded from a 20-carbon quintuple unsaturated fatty acid called eicosapentaenoic acid (EPA) found plentifully in fish liver oils and fish eggs.
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 24th, 2009|12:02 pm] |
Last night I dreamed about being stopped for a DUI and also being rapped at by the Game on a bus.
This morning Elisha woke me up by banging on my door and yelling about a garage sale a few blocks away that had tons of "taxidermy, vintage stuff, and shoes between the size seven and nine, and a table that is a crouching panther with a glass top on it" where the people running the sale were giving out free bloody marys and mimosas. I yelled back "It sounds like you are making it up" and I was kind of afraid to open my door for fear that i was being pranked. But I wasn't, and we went, and I got a mirror with a tiger on it and we totally bought that coffee table (thanks to my bargaining skills) and Elisha's gonna pick it up tonight when she gets off of work. And I got a couple of illustrated medical volumes: "child care through harelip" and "pneumonia through zyme index" and some other fun trinkets. And I just had to share. |
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| things in our fridge |
[Oct. 5th, 2009|11:58 pm] |
homemade kefir
a million different kinds of fruit
fermented cod liver oil
regular-ass cod liver oil
evening primrose oil
butter oil
flax oil
kombucha
lamb
frozen bone broth
bones for making more bone broth
steak
liver chilli
mushrooms
cilantro
coconut water kefir
goat cheese
goat milk
lard
coconut milk popsicles
iodine
squash
bacon
ghee
probiotics
*bonus points if you can figure out which are whose. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 30th, 2009|09:54 pm] |
I cannot stop thinking about: the lipid hypothesis, saturated fat, autoimmune thyroid dysfuntion, subclinical adrenal fatigue, gut dysbiosis, maximum nutrient absorption, fat soluble vitamins, yeast, autism, phytic acid and traditional preparation methods for grains, pineal glands versus computer screens, cod liver oil, butter, iron, celiac disease, bacteria bacteria bacteria, industrial milk, oxidized cholesterol, egg yolks, lunaception, basal body temperatures, iodine, pesticides, lamb liver, ghee, hypoglycemia, lacto-fermented everything, the origin of carbonation, satiety, duck fat, pellagra, halogens, chlorine, bromine, fluoride, water filters, real salt, obesity as a symptom of starvation, female fat distribution for intelligent babies, oysters, zinc, selenium and other trace minerals, gamma linoleic acid, kombucha, conjugated linoleic acid, egyptians and scoliosis, aspartame, monosodium glutamate, bone broths, rancid vegetable oils, stability of cooking fats, bone marrow, vinegar, salmon roe, phthalates, coconut oil, cortsol, distillery dairies, corn flakes, soy... pick any two of those things and I can tell you how they are related.
Seriously though. Don't get me started, and if you do, cut me off. Otherwise I will not stop until I have hit at least half of the points above. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2009|06:19 pm] |
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So, there's a house
a couple of houses
one with the biggest back porch of our wildest dreams that just begs for drizzly days and great company
and it makes me feel like somebody should start smoking a tobacco pipe for such days
there's gonna be a pong table with our faces on it, probably
there's gonna be a house swarmin
vodka hookah
gonna cook tasty gluten free creations with elisha
gonna spelunk
going to run with lena and work out with the gym rat incarnation of elisha
gem hunting
lisha's dad is gonna trick out our place with his lock magic
gonna have fancy pants dinner parties
there will be bike riding
autumn of terror
i just got my second raise in three months
i get to have a birthday party
job hunting has got me nervous, almost as nervous as the ridiculous commute in the meantime, but i guess i need that kind of pressure in order to actually do something about it.
also i am killing my car and when the car dies so does my income.
but clearly things are looking up. |
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| Rodeo Day! |
[Aug. 16th, 2009|12:41 am] |
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Crammed in the car with Lena and her Dartmouth people at 10 AM. Went thrift shopping for Western-wear. Went horseback riding. Rode a forty year old horse. Sweated a ton. Saw a forty year old horse's erection up close-ish. Got Mexican food. Drove to San Antonio, sweating a ton in the car. Walked around the museum, Mexican market, Alamo, River Walk, all while sweating a ton. Got sunburned. Went to rodeo where we were so dehydrated that frozen strawberry margaritas worked their magic that much more quickly. Watched cow roping and barrel racing and bull riding. Ate barbecue. Fell asleep on the ride back. Woke up singing Gin and Juice along with the radio. Fourteen hours altogether, so much fun. |
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| I want |
[Aug. 12th, 2009|07:57 pm] |
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to be shooting more guns. There! I said it! |
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| WTF brain |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|10:55 am] |
I had a dream (which I can't remember now) that ended with one of those messages so profound and life-orienting, so sit-you-on-your-ass-and-tell-you-how-it-is, that this message, replete with profundity, was actually presented to me in writing. On a large piece of posterboard. Very "STOP YOUR BULLSHIT STOP SUCKING GET AWESOME" or something to that effect.
I cannot remember the message, only that it was a long and careening run-on, and that at one point it used the word "pocket-sized AIDS."
Pocket-sized AIDS? I think I actually woke up at that moment. |
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| In which I MAKE things |
[Jul. 20th, 2009|08:20 pm] |
My homemade, naturally-carbonated lemon soda turned out to be naturally alcoholic too.
Damn. |
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[Jul. 11th, 2009|11:54 pm] |
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I have a thing for ugly, you know, and a thing for red, so one day I was sort of contemplating this bag
because it somewhat fit into my idea of Palestinian 14-year-old chic.
Andrea gave me a pained face, and when I asked why, she cringed like it was really obvious. When I still didn't get it, she said, "It has its own asshole. Why would you buy a purse with an asshole?" And, speaking of assholes, I was buying some stuff for Beta Davis at Petsmart today and some dude had left two puppies in a carrier in the bed of his pickup while he was shopping. In the 100-degree sun. And one of them was crying. I totally called the police on his ass.
And I saw this:
And bought these:
because everything awesome in life can be bought for a dollar and has to do with cats.
I think that, at the end of the summer, we need to get together and watch gratuitously shallow action movies. I feel like we're going to reach a point where we've seen a dude make out with a leopard, seen a tranny probe her ass with a beer bottle, seen a man paint his face blue and wrap dynamite around his head as a means of suicide, seen mentally handicapped prostitutes violated and molten Vaseline thrown down the stairs of the Guggenheim, and we will be so very through with art films that guns and tits and exploding shit will seem like a breath of fresh air. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2009|06:29 pm] |
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I
-think y'all all missed out today, because Lesley's show was awesome.
-have next to no iron in my body, and have to take prenatal vitamins so that I won't sleep allll the time anymore.
-am really enjoying old OZ episodes. When you have nothing better to do, watch 'em. It's all rape and shanking and race tension, religious problems, and social experiments.
-have a paid holiday on Friday, and you should all hang out with me. |
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| The doctor is in |
[Jun. 11th, 2009|11:48 pm] |
To Do List:
-Passion (In the Desert) Party
-watch Clone High again (preferrably all at once)
-MTE
-go somewhere not the USA, preferrably somewhere poor and dirty
-some more bathroom graffiti
-watch rockadoodle (Don Bluth!!)
-Barton Springs
-Drunken history lessons from all of my history friends, because I managed to slide through high school with the saddest most rudimentary knowledge of history, and I know you guys get off on talking about this stuff, especially when drinking. It's win-win.
It's late and I can't sleep recently so I can't think of a clever end to this. Well, it's not supposed to be funny. Quite the contrary. It's serious. Consider yourselves conscripted. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|12:55 am] |
I want to go see Matt the Electrician at Flipnotics on Wednesday.
He does this badass cover of Prince's "Jack You Off" that's all slow and ballad-y and I can't find it anywhere. I don' t think he actually plays it at his shows but somebody needs to go with me and then whenever he asks for suggestions we can scream "Jack You Off!!!" like the perverts we are. And even if he doesn't play that song, plenty of his stuff is pretty awesome. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 8th, 2009|11:24 pm] |
WE CAN HAVE WHATEVER WE WANT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ve0qsSeBz_o&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVTN5o9Kgu8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkotLJq3joc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43pkqeamXe8
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[Feb. 23rd, 2009|07:49 pm] |
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mickey rourke got fucked. |
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| Says Playboy, "... a memorable experience." |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|10:06 pm] |
Last night Elisha and I made jewelry and drank wine and watched THE MOST AWESOME MOVIE EVER that I bought for a dollar on VHS at Hasting's six months ago.
It is this:
so you see why I just had to buy it. That picture is exactly what the VHS cover looks like, except that it says "Reminiscent of 'The English Patient'..." -New York Times.
And I guess it sort of was English Patient-esque, because it is a sad and desperate love story set in the desert during some old war, and it is based on a book and takes itself very seriously. Where it stops being like The English Patient is that it is a love story between a soldier and a leopard. Which I kind of gathered before we started but still, I figured that it was going to be all implied love and watching the leopard from afar and sort of lusting after her.
Not so! He woos her and plays sand boardgames with her and then there is dancing and flirting and then, dude, spoiler alert, but there is a FULL-ON MAKEOUT SCENE.
WITH A LEOPARD.
YEAH.
So seriously, you just need to fucking watch the movie. It gets even more ridiculous after that, really it does, but you just have to see it. I can't even tell you. It's so serious and desperate and the man is going crazy in the desert and it's all about the turmoil and desperation and then IT IS NOT AFRAID TO GO THERE. Oh, no, it is not afraid. I haven't laughed so hard in forever.
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[Jan. 7th, 2009|12:43 pm] |
Last night I dreamed of tomatoes. They were everywhere in my back yard, tomato plants everywhere, dripping with fat yellow and orange and red fist-sized apple-shaped tomatoes. Cherry and grape tomatoes and big burger-slice tomatoes, everywhere, in every spare inch. I wanted to roll up the edge of my shirt and just start gathering them. Some were past ripe and getting bug-nibbled, just like the last five or so cherry tomatoes in my backyard right now, hanging off of dead woody vines. When Nicholas was a baby my grandmother came to visit and she planted cherry tomatoes in that same exact flower bed and every day my mom would go ouside and pick a handful and broil them for a snack. I can't remember the exact day that my grandmother died-- July, I think-- but after I cried with my mom, I went outside and was staring at my tomatoes. There are two kinds of tomato plants, determinate and indeterminate, and the indeterminate ones just keep growing, like these ones were, reaching down off of the raised bed and resting their fat fruit on the ground. Which is a problem, because bugs will eat them. My dad came home from Houston, from the people who take dead people away after they die alone in their homes, and he just walked up to me and we started hammering stakes into the dirt of the raised bed, and he hammered on some crosswise pieces of wood along the tops of the stakes, a tomato fence for them to lean on in the sun, to keep them off of the ground.
I wish I was having shark dreams again; I can never have enough of those. I remember almost every one, back to twelve years old. At least it's not another Mr. White dream. I had another one night before last, being in his apartment with some other girl, and we were going through his things. His windowsill was covered in half-spent runny candles and she said, "He gets those for free. He shops at the Gap all the time." Which was true, at least in my dream-- he had a lot of casual pinstriped button-up fitted shirts that I had noticed somewhere around the place. She was reaching behind the TV and found a tissue-wrapped copper sculpture of a head, a messy stylized one, with a tall narrow skull. There was another sculpture just like it on display in the apartment. There was also some time travel and kissing in forests but that's all blurry because I kept waking up and hitting the snooze over and over until I was late to work and got a talking to about being late to work. |
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