Syrup, Pancakes Burning in the Pan
This month is the month of missing great things. Katie and John are getting married. Tabby and Chelsea are back in CT for a couple of days. Raquel is having her first baby. I wish I could be there for all that. It makes me miss all my soulmate friends. Poets bumbling around in the forests of a news-junkie world. I miss my fellow living poets. Le sigh. (And everyone who isn't one of them is currently like "what crack is Stef on today?" And I answer to you : Crack is whack, and Whitney Houston agrees.)
I know most of you are Oprah haters, but I have to quote her for a moment as a reminder to appreciate the moment, and she share what goodness you find in it:
"I sliced a fresh peace today that was so sweet, so succulent, so divinely peachy that even as I was eating it I thought 'There are no words to adequately describe this peach-- one has to taste it to understand the true definition of peachiness.' I closed my eyes, the better to feel the flavor. Even that wasn't enough, though, so I saved the last two bites to share with Stedman, to see if he affirmed my assessment of the best peach ever. He took the first bite and said 'Mmm, mmm, mmm... this peach reminds me of childhood."
Speaking of which, my mom called me to describe a recent decadent encounter with a peach. Apparently the best peaches outside of Georgia are in Colorado. It makes me wish Aprillee and I had decided to illegally camp out in the Colorado peach orchards... as we had discussed doing when we realized the only hotel we could find in the area was full at 1 AM. Next time, April.... next time
So I read that Oxytocin is a chemical in your brain that produces feeling of trust and attachment. Is that the chemical that is affected by oxycotten? If so, that could indicate what hole people addicted to it are trying to fill.
Why must stress have the effect of depriving the back muscles of oxygen? That is just silliness.
I know most of you are Oprah haters, but I have to quote her for a moment as a reminder to appreciate the moment, and she share what goodness you find in it:
"I sliced a fresh peace today that was so sweet, so succulent, so divinely peachy that even as I was eating it I thought 'There are no words to adequately describe this peach-- one has to taste it to understand the true definition of peachiness.' I closed my eyes, the better to feel the flavor. Even that wasn't enough, though, so I saved the last two bites to share with Stedman, to see if he affirmed my assessment of the best peach ever. He took the first bite and said 'Mmm, mmm, mmm... this peach reminds me of childhood."
Speaking of which, my mom called me to describe a recent decadent encounter with a peach. Apparently the best peaches outside of Georgia are in Colorado. It makes me wish Aprillee and I had decided to illegally camp out in the Colorado peach orchards... as we had discussed doing when we realized the only hotel we could find in the area was full at 1 AM. Next time, April.... next time
So I read that Oxytocin is a chemical in your brain that produces feeling of trust and attachment. Is that the chemical that is affected by oxycotten? If so, that could indicate what hole people addicted to it are trying to fill.
Why must stress have the effect of depriving the back muscles of oxygen? That is just silliness.