There is a very real chance that mine is the only one in the city. It’s right in the middle of the city by the bigger college. North side might have a few walkable areas in theory, but it also has dangerous areas you wouldnt always want to walk through. South side is strung out retail and commercial spaces, several minutes drive to anything, poor pedestrian infrastructure. I’m in a sweet spot.
I don’t follow any sort of strict system or monitoring. I just try to have vitamins, fats, fiber, and protein in every meal I can. Mostly I work hard to get enough calories in. I lead an active life, often walking to and from my relatively active job. I have a fast metabolism, but my Welbutrin slows down food processing in my body. I’m a perfect storm of calorie deficiency. I can basically guarantee that I’m going to burn more calories than I take in any day that I work. I usually stock up on relatively healthy snacks and give in to the munchies when I’m off work. I’ll have a whole second small meal of yogurt and cereal with peanut butter as dessert after dinner. And then I’ll spend the next day out walking half the damn day because of my wonderful walkable neighborhood x_x
This is fascinating. Assuming he follows the law of the land per the Bible (per my minimal understanding of the Bible…) he would be sinning to note vote. So the pope most likely voted by absentee ballot in Argentina, but also likely has diplomatic immunity in Argentina, and therefore could not be prosecuted for failure to vote.
You ever watch The Sopranos? Carm loves that violent manchild with all her heart for a series of concerning reasons. It’s not exactly what you were asking, but I’ve been rewatching the show, and your question made me think of Carm crying about the portrait of the baby Jesus.
I guess piano, because I got a free piano off the streets. I could look up videos and lessons, but I’m kind of self conscious about practicing on a real whole god damn piano in an apartment building with neighbors in every direction. I also just don’t like to make a lot of noise. I should price an electronic keyboard I can pair with Bluetooth headphones to practice in perfect silence and privacy sometimes.
Oh I definitely need some strife. It can just be me vs situation like my current position trying to run an efficient dispensary, but I need the challenge way more than the perception of earning or owning. I gotta be solving problems and completing tasks. I can’t live idly.
There is a deep, deep love for Springsteen in Americana and country. Elizabeth Moen does whole Springsteen shows dressed up like him and everything. Anyone who doesn’t see the depth in his lyrics isn’t looking. And Little Mazarn is probably my favorite band. I prefer their original songs, but awkward banjo girl and Jeff with the singing saw are a religious experience for me.
Oh god so many I could ruin this post. Music is my most important processing art, and many of the musicians I listen to are very important to me. So I’ll limit myself:
“We took a weekend, drove to Provo.
The snow was white and fluffy.
A weekend in Utah won’t fix what’s wrong with us
The grey sky was vast and real cryptic above me.”
The Mountain Goats ~ The Mess Inside.
Because the work to get better and overcome truama isn’t easy or short. I’ve done a lot of wonderful things with my wife, and we’ve both come incredibly far from our truamas. But most of the nice things we’ve done had very little impact on that recovery. To paraphrase a Ray Ramano bit from SNL, you’re still gonna be you in Italy.
“I don’t fall in love, I plummet.” ~Ashley Virginia ~I Don’t Fall in Love
“You can’t stay everywhere you leave a piece of your heart.” ~Little Mazarn ~Vermont
These two go together. I fall in love–with people, places, things, experiences–with abandon. I can be slow to let things in, especially people, because once I do it is quickly a no holds barred environment. It’s what the Uhaul key on my necklace means. Because of that, I can’t stay everywhere or keep everyone I love. I have to know when and what to let go, when and where to hold on.
Finally I guess I’m gonna wholly belie all notions of brevity with a whole god damn Diane Cluck song:
"Somethin’ loosened around my heart
From where it was bound, it fluttered around
This funny motion first mistaken as attack
I realize and step back
With real eyes, I step back
And let it happen
Knitted so snug inside my chest
Iron lungs, ribs as rungs
Those who care to try and climb me
Sometimes say it’s hard to find me
Still, in reflex, I would shout
When I began spilling out
Weeping clearly as a blister
“Hey, I’m here, " you almost missed her
And I have so much for you (Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Do you know how I get shy to show you?
I fill up, tender, with a glow (Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Fluff and puff as I try to show you
Display my falling feathers
As they leave me in this weather
The days, they go so quickly
Can’t even stop them
Don’t even want to”
Diane Cluck ~Heartloose
I usually have to listen to this song twice. It’s so short, but so dense. Every bit of it shakes me. I don’t have time to enumerate the ways this song applies, appeals, affects, and relates to me. Diane Cluck is so important to me.
I have so many questions for and about bacteria. Can I choose a sort of akashic universal bacterial conscious? I could pick a family or something if I have to be more specific, but I nerd to know about bacteria.