I can't stand on my toes... yet.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Tis the season for Music Festivals!
I'm kicking off the first one with The Northside Festival this weekend in Brooklyn.
Excited to listen to some live music with my friend's Sara (who I met in Ukraine) and my dear friend Polinka. If it rains this weekend, I know both gals would make excellent teammates for a game of cranium (Kind of nerdy and uneventful thing to do in NYC, I realize.)Take it up with Hasbro people.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
WHO: Swine flu pandemic has begun, 1st in 41 years. We are officially in phase six of a major flu pandemic. Time to start preparing:
Onward with the installment of how to survive the swine/bird flu:
1. Allow your baby to lick the pig.
Perhaps this child lives on a farm and does a daily pig licking and has developed an immunity to swine flu ( sucks for the rest of us). It is important not only to allow your child to pet animals, but also lick them too. Perhaps no one will follow because it’s not PC to have “People licking Pigs," but I'm playing it safe. I shall follow his example and partake in this pig licking ritual. Prior this, immunity does not exist.
2) Gas Cheap Gas
No, not from swine flu. As in, I can put this in my car again, and leave, in case Boston becomes a city devastated by the flu. I’d feel pretty safe cruising around in this protective piggy.
3.Clothing Add-ons.
In years past, I had to be embarrassed of my holey, too small shorts left from when I was 16, but now I can cover up in these new fashionable protective spacemen suits. Now, no one has to dress up, which means I won’t be ashamed and groove with my old clothes. In fact, now I can make a fashion statement.
4.Infection means Injection... by Cobras?
The swine flu hit the pandemic alert just as the weather got warmer. In years past, I had to a) be embarrassed by unholy paranoia of a pandemic flu b) put myself into credit card debt to buy tamiflu for me and my loved ones. Now, no one has money, so no one can buy tamiflu, which means I won’t be ashamed to preach to the choir about the importance of preparedness. In fact, now I can make a statement of how the apocalypse is coming. (Again, this strategy may be more effective in Boston and other major metropolitan cities where I can blend in with other paranoid crazies.)
Onward with the installment of how to survive the swine/bird flu:
1. Allow your baby to lick the pig.
Perhaps this child lives on a farm and does a daily pig licking and has developed an immunity to swine flu ( sucks for the rest of us). It is important not only to allow your child to pet animals, but also lick them too. Perhaps no one will follow because it’s not PC to have “People licking Pigs," but I'm playing it safe. I shall follow his example and partake in this pig licking ritual. Prior this, immunity does not exist.
2) Gas Cheap Gas
No, not from swine flu. As in, I can put this in my car again, and leave, in case Boston becomes a city devastated by the flu. I’d feel pretty safe cruising around in this protective piggy.
3.Clothing Add-ons.
In years past, I had to be embarrassed of my holey, too small shorts left from when I was 16, but now I can cover up in these new fashionable protective spacemen suits. Now, no one has to dress up, which means I won’t be ashamed and groove with my old clothes. In fact, now I can make a fashion statement.
4.Infection means Injection... by Cobras?
The swine flu hit the pandemic alert just as the weather got warmer. In years past, I had to a) be embarrassed by unholy paranoia of a pandemic flu b) put myself into credit card debt to buy tamiflu for me and my loved ones. Now, no one has money, so no one can buy tamiflu, which means I won’t be ashamed to preach to the choir about the importance of preparedness. In fact, now I can make a statement of how the apocalypse is coming. (Again, this strategy may be more effective in Boston and other major metropolitan cities where I can blend in with other paranoid crazies.)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I just finished reading Jonah Lehrer's book "How We Decide."
I've always had a difficult time making decisions. I tend to over think
things till the decision becomes over rationalized and my instinct muffled by thoughts.
Big decisions gave me panic attacks.
My cure was reading several books about the brain (especially on prefrontal cortex), along with understanding what is going on in my mind that makes the decision difficult to make, practice shutting off over thinking through meditation. Wala! Clarity
Grocery shopping used to be a nightmare for me. I no longer dwell on what is the best choice for an optimized breakfast cereal that tastes the best and has the best nutritional ingredients. I just pick it and go.
Clip of Lehrer on Colbert Report:
Lehrer talking about emotional brain vs. rational brain:
I've always had a difficult time making decisions. I tend to over think
things till the decision becomes over rationalized and my instinct muffled by thoughts.
Big decisions gave me panic attacks.
My cure was reading several books about the brain (especially on prefrontal cortex), along with understanding what is going on in my mind that makes the decision difficult to make, practice shutting off over thinking through meditation. Wala! Clarity
Grocery shopping used to be a nightmare for me. I no longer dwell on what is the best choice for an optimized breakfast cereal that tastes the best and has the best nutritional ingredients. I just pick it and go.
Clip of Lehrer on Colbert Report:
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Lehrer talking about emotional brain vs. rational brain:
Monday, June 8, 2009
Roadhouse- February Archive
It's my twenty eighth birthday. For a treat, I wanted to go to the Roadhouse, Public's House patch of Southern BBQ and beer in Brookline. I ventured here to find good American beer and yes, vegetarian BBQ... it's possible. I love how the Roadhouse captures the parallels of rock'n'roll debauchery and southern soul cuisine. Ever have a fried pickle? You're at the right place.
I wanted to try their catch of the day: fried fish, the most decadent of southern cuisine. I, like the commis grad student, couldn't afford to go out to eat every night. Now, I am ordering the season's catch with cajun spice and sinful goodness. I'm glad that I have the luxury of treating myself in a time of being stint.
One tiny chomp and my tongue goes numb. The adrenalin of the meal is evaporating as quickly as my tastebuds. I smell something off now. This is the only thing I ever spat out. It was involuntary. My friends also notice the stench from my plate.
As far as I can make out, the fish isn't fresh. It's Saturday, not a Monday where in the restaurant business is common knowledge the worst day to order fish. I send back the order. The manager reassures me that he wouldn't serve anything that wasn't fresh. I'm not reassured. He does a walk of denial over to the kitchen with my rancid fish, exchanging my meal for a veggie burger with smiling politeness. Round II, I was happy, all was good again.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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