I've Downloaded Some Stuff the Kids Are Listening To
My general rule with music the past few years is: if it's sung in English, I'm not terribly interested. I've been out of the loop so recently have downloaded some bands the kids are listening to, such as: British Sea Power, Doves, The Mars Volta, Futureheads, Kasabian, Kaiser Chiefs. I don't think I'd buy a full album by any of these groups. Some individual tracks are good. I think I'm most impressed by the Sea Power people, the Mars Volta guys, and the Futureheads. I downloaded the latter on Paige's recommendation. I think C. would probably like them a lot.
Oh, and because thus_spoke_zara mentioned them and made me curious, I downloaded some Fischerspooner. They are very good! They will no doubt be excellent live.
The good news is Rachid Taha will be at the Knitting Factory June 27, so I have to try to get off work that night. It's so rare when I actually want to attend a "live show."
[As usual work has taken over everything, and I want to thank those of you who advised me on my latest dilemma (that was a locked entry). I've consulted one of the parties in question (the guy on my shift), and he led me to believe there's no reason to worry. The other party was questioned by one of her managers, who is convinced there is nothing to worry about. So, if she doesn't flake out, the transfer will go through.]
In other news I've done a colon cleanse the past seven days. I tried to fast for a few of those days but just couldn't hack it. I loved the cleansing agent I used; it's supposed to oxygenate the entire digestive tract. I'm taking a maintenance dose of this product every other day. I don't know what else to do; nothing else has worked, and this appears to be the 'miracle' I've been looking for.
I've also changed my diet in a lot of ways. I'm drinking more water -- particularly the Trinity brand, from a spring in Idaho. It's non-pressurized, and yes, you can taste the difference. I'm eating more fruits, vegetables, raw stuff, organic stuff, etc.
What motivated me to do this was a lecture/event I attended with my sister Audrey. She visited the weekend of April 23, and we attended the 10th anniversary party of Nature's First Law. David Wolfe gave an amazing two-part lecture. Two points that really hit me:
1) When someone brought up the fact that eating organic costs more money, David said, well, staying in a hospital one week costs $10,000.
2) When someone asked about the causes of fatigue, David said the root cause is NOT doing your life's mission... the kind of work you love.
Now, I know it's all a crapshoot, and we've all heard of the tough-as-nails grandmas who smoke Lucky Strikes and use bacon grease for pancake syrup. But for my part, I'll be erring on the side of caution and eating healthier.
All I can say is, last year I had a cold on five different occasions, and a bladder infection on three occasions. This year: none of that. I highly recommend the mineral silver in angstrom form, as well as selenium, magnesium, and germanium. These MUST be "angstrom" minerals suspended in water. You can find them at the online store at Nature's First Law.
As for doing one's "mission work," well, we all know that's easier said than done. Even more difficult to get paid for the work you love.
On a realistic level, I think in order to find a better job, I need luck and/or connections, and I seem to possess neither. Barring that, I need further education or specialized training. I've thought of getting paralegal certification.
Today I browsed at the flea market at Melrose and Fairfax. It kind of depressed me because I just thought of the flea market I visited on Oranienstr. in Berlin-Kreuzberg, and I'd rather be there. I've got the travel bug again, but I have to wait a while. I looked at airfares earlier this week, thinking maybe I could swing an express weekend to Seattle, but it was just too expensive.
Maybe I'm just lonely. So many people out of town, including C. He went to Minneapolis to visit family for ten days, but he'll be back Tuesday. While there he attended a wedding (his cousin's); a funeral (his stepdad's father - he was 94); a retirement party (his mother's); and his maternal grandmother's 90th birthday party.
Reading list: I recently finished "Wild Girls: Paris, Sappho & Art: The Lives and Loves of Natalie Barney & Romaine Brooks" by Diana Souhami. I didn't want it to end. Also recently finished "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" by Anne Bronte (on Elizabeth's recommendation) and am now reading "Agnes Grey" by the same author. I'm not sure what's next. I start getting anxious when I don't have another book lined up.
BURMA by Jack Gilbert
Used, misled, cheated. Our time always shortening.
What we cherish always temporary. What we love
is, sooner or later, changed. But for a while we can
visit our other life. Can rejoice in its being there
in its absence. Giving thanks for what we are allowed
to think about it, grateful for it even as it wanes.
For knowing it is there. The way women on rainy days
sometimes go into the bedroom to cry about losing
the first man they loved. The way a man remembers the young
woman at an upstairs window looking out he saw once,
for a moment, as he drove through a sleeping village.
Or the brightness in the memory of the failed hotel
where the waiters in their immaculate white uniforms
were barefoot. The elegant dining room silent except for
the sound of rain falling in the tin buckets. And
the whispering of giant overhead fans with broken
blades as they turned in the heat. There was the scraping
sound in the piles of dead leaves on the lavish veranda.
And occasionally the bright sound of broken glass.
All of it a blessing. The being there. Being alive then.
Like a giant bell ringing long after you can't hear it.
Oh, and because thus_spoke_zara mentioned them and made me curious, I downloaded some Fischerspooner. They are very good! They will no doubt be excellent live.
The good news is Rachid Taha will be at the Knitting Factory June 27, so I have to try to get off work that night. It's so rare when I actually want to attend a "live show."
[As usual work has taken over everything, and I want to thank those of you who advised me on my latest dilemma (that was a locked entry). I've consulted one of the parties in question (the guy on my shift), and he led me to believe there's no reason to worry. The other party was questioned by one of her managers, who is convinced there is nothing to worry about. So, if she doesn't flake out, the transfer will go through.]
In other news I've done a colon cleanse the past seven days. I tried to fast for a few of those days but just couldn't hack it. I loved the cleansing agent I used; it's supposed to oxygenate the entire digestive tract. I'm taking a maintenance dose of this product every other day. I don't know what else to do; nothing else has worked, and this appears to be the 'miracle' I've been looking for.
I've also changed my diet in a lot of ways. I'm drinking more water -- particularly the Trinity brand, from a spring in Idaho. It's non-pressurized, and yes, you can taste the difference. I'm eating more fruits, vegetables, raw stuff, organic stuff, etc.
What motivated me to do this was a lecture/event I attended with my sister Audrey. She visited the weekend of April 23, and we attended the 10th anniversary party of Nature's First Law. David Wolfe gave an amazing two-part lecture. Two points that really hit me:
1) When someone brought up the fact that eating organic costs more money, David said, well, staying in a hospital one week costs $10,000.
2) When someone asked about the causes of fatigue, David said the root cause is NOT doing your life's mission... the kind of work you love.
Now, I know it's all a crapshoot, and we've all heard of the tough-as-nails grandmas who smoke Lucky Strikes and use bacon grease for pancake syrup. But for my part, I'll be erring on the side of caution and eating healthier.
All I can say is, last year I had a cold on five different occasions, and a bladder infection on three occasions. This year: none of that. I highly recommend the mineral silver in angstrom form, as well as selenium, magnesium, and germanium. These MUST be "angstrom" minerals suspended in water. You can find them at the online store at Nature's First Law.
As for doing one's "mission work," well, we all know that's easier said than done. Even more difficult to get paid for the work you love.
On a realistic level, I think in order to find a better job, I need luck and/or connections, and I seem to possess neither. Barring that, I need further education or specialized training. I've thought of getting paralegal certification.
Today I browsed at the flea market at Melrose and Fairfax. It kind of depressed me because I just thought of the flea market I visited on Oranienstr. in Berlin-Kreuzberg, and I'd rather be there. I've got the travel bug again, but I have to wait a while. I looked at airfares earlier this week, thinking maybe I could swing an express weekend to Seattle, but it was just too expensive.
Maybe I'm just lonely. So many people out of town, including C. He went to Minneapolis to visit family for ten days, but he'll be back Tuesday. While there he attended a wedding (his cousin's); a funeral (his stepdad's father - he was 94); a retirement party (his mother's); and his maternal grandmother's 90th birthday party.
Reading list: I recently finished "Wild Girls: Paris, Sappho & Art: The Lives and Loves of Natalie Barney & Romaine Brooks" by Diana Souhami. I didn't want it to end. Also recently finished "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall" by Anne Bronte (on Elizabeth's recommendation) and am now reading "Agnes Grey" by the same author. I'm not sure what's next. I start getting anxious when I don't have another book lined up.
BURMA by Jack Gilbert
Used, misled, cheated. Our time always shortening.
What we cherish always temporary. What we love
is, sooner or later, changed. But for a while we can
visit our other life. Can rejoice in its being there
in its absence. Giving thanks for what we are allowed
to think about it, grateful for it even as it wanes.
For knowing it is there. The way women on rainy days
sometimes go into the bedroom to cry about losing
the first man they loved. The way a man remembers the young
woman at an upstairs window looking out he saw once,
for a moment, as he drove through a sleeping village.
Or the brightness in the memory of the failed hotel
where the waiters in their immaculate white uniforms
were barefoot. The elegant dining room silent except for
the sound of rain falling in the tin buckets. And
the whispering of giant overhead fans with broken
blades as they turned in the heat. There was the scraping
sound in the piles of dead leaves on the lavish veranda.
And occasionally the bright sound of broken glass.
All of it a blessing. The being there. Being alive then.
Like a giant bell ringing long after you can't hear it.