by Fawn on September 25, 2011
I don’t think I’ve talked about it, here, so for those of you who do not know, I went back to school–for real. I’ve been taking college course intermittently for a few years. But this tornado I stepped into is a full-fledged university, complete with high standards and class sizes small enough that professors know where you live. But it’s forced me to get serious, with my eating regime too.
During the move and prolonged acclimation to our new microscopic kitchen, I finally gained that five pounds I wanted. But, according to my pants, it’s not in the form of muscle as I intended. I admit, I’ve been pretty lax with my ideal 80-90% raw. But between the elfen kitchen, personal experimentation, and new cuisine on the horizon, it’s been tough.
In honor of fall solstice, however, I committed to a 7 day raw food cleanse–all raw all the time, for 7 days. [click to continue…]
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by Fawn on August 8, 2011
While decompressing from tres semanas locas de español, I found an interesting article/podcast about how to battle the incessant feeling of failure that many creative types endure. In the episode titled Feeling Successful, Dr. Eric Maisel “examine[s] the idea that purpose wanes if we do not experience success—or at least the feeling of success.” Check it out. Here’s the link for the article, and the podcast.
Giving it a read just might delay cutting off your ear or walking into the lake with pockets full of rocks—until tomorrow, at least.
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Every thirty-something I know has heard their grandpa tell them, “the more you learn, the less you know.” Yeah, sure gramps, we’d say–our stock response to anything we believed didn’t or wouldn’t pertain to us. Then we went about our merry, careless way to become masters of all things our friends knew, or pretended to know. Of course, then, there was a naivety that buffered us from seeming hopelessly arrogant–except for Johny Lipton, what an ass. He claimed to know more about the personal details of your period than you. But he didn’t. According to where he told us to insert the tampon, he could have worn one too. We didn’t bother correcting him.
Unlike Johny Lipton, however, [click to continue…]
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I was drawn to aerial arts from the first performance I saw. Perhaps that’s because I love airplanes, and flying. But propellers and horsepower aren’t what I mean. In saying “aerial arts” I mean, basically, circus stuff. Some old-school, iconic stuff like trapeze and lyras (a circular hoop), but aerial arts also includes straps and silks, and other things I’ll fail to give proper mention. Silks are my favorite. And a few years ago I looked for classes.
The closest class I could find was 150 miles away. Darn. Portland, Oregon, has several aerial arts schools and after moving here last month–coincidentally, I swear–I contacted the two who’s Web site spoke to me. I think I signed up that day.
Before I experienced the intense muscle contractions required to keep myself aloft and properly wound in curtains of chiffon, [click to continue…]
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