| Orgone Energy |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|10:36 am] |
Last weekend I went on a jaunt to Central Point Oregon. My daughter would insist on calling it a "road trip". She perceives neither the redundancy nor the hippie, sixties --as opposed to a drug "trip"-- implications of that bit of folksiness.
For the last month the buzz from my fellow Healthfoodians had been
Or-e-gon, oregon
and
Ya goin'?
My response had been: Ashland is far away, and camping implies mosquitos. I hadn't even considered the olfactory implications of porta-potty perdition. As the date grew closer, my buddy Dianne offered me a ride, and said that she already had a room reserved; a room, not camping. It all started to sound a little better. D's husband had been planning to go, but he's not manically obsessed with all that is raw and vegan and counting coconuts one by one, so he was thrilled to stay at home and not need to hire babysitters for their pets as long as D had company on the drive.
I swam in the mornings and then went to lectures about coconuts and raw pastry-making. There was a film about conscious birth and conception, and a workshop on growing your own oyster mushrooms. There were a couple of two-hour talks by David Wolf. Both times the schedule keeper eventually cut him off. He still had more to say. I met a few people from my online world, and, as most of you will probably know from your own experiences: they walk and talk EXACTLY the way that they type. It was a meeting of big personalities, where everyone had a chance to strut their stuff as celebrities of varying degree.
Mushroom cultivation overlapped with RawFu in the schedule, so I walked in after Fu started. "Oh My God, it's Bunny Berry!" "OMG, it's Priss!" Trooper Bunny handled my interruption with grace, and got back to her focus on self-acceptance and smoothies, even if you live in the deep-fried South.
Of course I took pictures. ( Click and see clickenzie. ) |
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| Four-armed is an Indian Temple Sculpture |
[Jan. 20th, 2009|04:19 am] |
Two white grapefruits whirled in the blender, plus a quart of water went into a half-gallon jug that used to hold honey. Along with pears, an orange, celery sticks, and green tea bags, it is being packed along to protect me from any coffee and doughnut temptations during today's inaugural festivities. Sweater and jeans and Doc Martens for the AM, tank top and velvet skirt and Mary Janes for the PM. Look for me behind the laptop bearing the sticker " My other computer is a Cray." |
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| Lightning Illuminates |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|12:53 am] |
 
I attempted live-blogging from the election night Illuminati gala, but while the wifi gave four bars, the internets were denied to me. The computers projecting news feeds on wall screens were wired in.
I got there earlier than planned, and the dining event was still in full swing. Madame ChairLady added me to the list, and I pinned on a name tag. A non-sucky band played, and among the animal and pasta and cake and cookie dishes was a salad bar with raw cauliflower.
Seeing the faces of people in the crowds broadcast from around the country moved me. So much worry that skullduggery would steal this, or that a close count would drag things out. So much joy that Obama has been declared the winner. News bureaus say so, concession speech, VICTORY speech. A done deal.
My companions needed to stay late to finish their hosting duties. So I was still there when our Governor, Christine Gregoire went over the top and made a victory speech on television. I got a bumper sticker and two bilingual campaign buttons. I had my picture taken with Barrack. Now to read the speeches that I half heard above the roar of the crowd. |
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| Fu Yu |
[Nov. 4th, 2008|02:54 pm] |
The voting has been done. Straight Democratic ticket, and if one of the non partisan judicial candidates enjoys the similarly gendered, so much the the fairer meting of justice there shall be. I picked up a free coffee with brown sugar at Starbucks. It was made from burnt beans that were over-boiled, truly an incentive to stick to carrot juice or green tea! I voted against all of the initiatives except for one increasing public transportation. It is expensive and will probably fail.
Here in Washington State we considered something billed as the "death with dignity" initiative if you were in favor, or as "medically assisted suicide" if you were against it. I'm in the against camp, even though it is likely to pass. I've looked at the argument in favor. The prescription would be available only to those expected to expire naturally within six months, and they would have to submit to a psychological interview and be determined to be mentally competent.
In Judaism, doing away with yourself is a strict no-no. It can be looked at as self-murder. The way that we rationalize it and forgive those who are assumed to have done this, is to believe that they must have been depressed, they must not have been in their right minds. So I'm in favor of thorough pain relief, I'm in favor of treatment for depression, and I'm definitely in favor of not unnaturally prolonging lives of comatose people dependent on respirators. Hospitals and hospice care have come a long way in establishing guidelines to prevent that from happening. A lot of people that I know who have religious faith and practice seem to able to support this initiative and not find a conflict. Our State voted on a similar initiative 16 years ago and it failed at that time. This one is considered to be drafted more carefully.
The fuyu? More Japanese persimmons. Marked down because they were getting soft. Perfectly sweet and ready to dig into. |
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| Gyrations |
[May. 11th, 2008|09:35 pm] |
I went to see a modern dance performance today. All I knew beforehand, was that my daughter’s friend was in it. It was an end of the year recital by 7 to 15 year olds. They all participate in the choreography, and the work was quite advanced. I thought about how much communication there is in gesture as they were able to transmit mood. Some of the dance steps were straight out of yoga class, and they used muscle to lift each other. Facial expressions were a big part of the storytelling as well.
It was a mother-daughter day, my son having demurred at the balletic excursion, and we also went to a vegetarian restaurant to hang out with some raw fooders. I traded lists of smoothie ingredients with a few people. One guy said that he feels an energy rush every time he drinks coconut water. Sometimes pineapple does the same thing to me.
On the way home, we stopped for produce at the Jedi market. I bought a cactus leaf, which has now been shredded in the cuisinart, and mixed with cilantro, onion, lime juice, tomato, and mexican spices.
We did quite a bit of walking too. I feel tired, but also, really good. |
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| Twitter Overload |
[Apr. 7th, 2008|12:03 pm] |
In the interest of de-cluttering the ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pr1ss journal, I have created the pr1ss_raw_food journal. Now all of my twitters will be preserved there in daily amalgamations. Everything else that I twitter-post about will go there as well. This main journal will be for the usual songs, poems, political rants, bragging about the PrissKids. There will be some food writing, but I will try to avoid simple lists.
In other words:
Out with the new (raw vegan) spam.
Back to the old spam!
Update: The only way to direct daily twitter posts to a new location was to delete my loudtwitter account, and create a new one. Their menu has an easy way to change the source (which twitter account you access,) but no way to change the destination (your blog or site.) Facebook does its own imports, so that wasn't affected. |
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| Narcissa |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|07:39 pm] |
Does pineapple induce euphoria? I was walking around today just feeling beautiful. |
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| Almondon't |
[Feb. 21st, 2008|12:33 pm] |
My raw food adventure has persisted for three weeks now. On only the second day, I noticed that I ran, just two steps instead of walking, on my way between the car and the door. The next day my hands and feet seemed thinner. Now, my clothes are starting to fit better, especially my shoes. I haven't stopped eating salt, it's in some of my salads, and even in some of my blender drinks. But whether the total salt level has been reduced, or whether I'm just processing it better, being less puffy feels really good.
Yesterday I had a few hours where I felt a little out of control. The PrissKids were eating bread and cheese, and it was starting to look appealing. I kept making salads with honey in the dressing, usually that's completely satisfying, but it just made me want to eat more. In reviewing patterns for the short time I've been doing this, something similar has happened almost every time I've eaten almonds. They seem to affect me the way bread does, that whole carbohydrate addiction feeling that has driven some people to a meat-only existence. When I stick to pumpkin seeds or Brazil nuts, a small portion works well, and doesn't lead to second helpings. I haven't tried hemp seeds yet, they are very trendy in the raw food world. Another thing that seems to help with appetite control is having enough water. A smoothie made with spinach and other salad greens, a few nuts, and at least two cups of water has become my preferred breakfast. Sometimes I include hot pepper and allspice. The only not-so-raw foods that I'm using regularly are miso soup, and green tea. I'm not having them every day, just when I really want something warm. The miso isn't really cooked, but it's a preserved or pickled food, so it doesn't strike me as raw. And the tea, well tea is simply a dried plant that you re-hydrate, and it isn't heated for very long, so maybe it does qualify. |
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| Banana-vairsare |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|09:07 pm] |
My new glasses are here! Fun that they arrived on my Birthday. I'm very happy with the appearance and the fit. The directions for measuring made it easy. I'm reserving judgment on the prescription, it will take a few days to see if it needs tweaking.
My little brother Leo (aka the LBL) asked me in a phone call if I had cake. So I explained about the whole raw vegan thing. I did have some amazing longan berries today. They look like lychees, and my daughter said that they taste like wine. We put a few of the seeds into a flower pot to see if any of them sprout. The LBL said that limited diets always lead to binges on hamburgers for him, and that he expects the same for me. But I don't crave red meat at all. Chicken soup or sardines are another story. I can see wanting those occasionally. For now, I'm still charged up about how much better my joints feel, and my skin feels smoother too. Plus, unlike with a strictly reducing diet, I haven't felt hungry at all. If this keeps up, there is every indication of wearing very cute low-waisted jeans by summer. |
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| Raucous |
[Feb. 7th, 2008|03:25 am] |
I suddenly have the ability to feel full feel full after meals. Not stuffed full, but not focusing on what else looks good. Last night I bought raw almond butter and unsweetened chocolate and a bag of 4 avocados. But when I got home, all I ate was two peaches, and a cut up yellow pepper. The vegan-ness is unsettling my daughter a little bit. But I had already made chicken-vegetable stew for her, because I`m not pushing this at all. As a still growing kid, being an omnivore can be a good thing.
There have been a few news stories lately about nutrition featuring the phrase "food deserts." This refers to urban areas without grocery chain stores or farmers markets. Residents have to rely entirely on convenience stores where most of the foods sold are pre-packaged items with long shelf lives. By contrast, I am able to choose between so many fresh things, even now in February with sleet falling, and another snow storm threatening. I feel so blessed. |
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