A group of at least five conformed omnivores ate & enjoyed. It makes a great breakfast cold too, right out of the fridge, just like “normal” pizza, or as I like to call it, “the tortured cow variety.”
The secret really is making your own vegan mozzarella. We used a store bought dough both times, btw. And a rolling pin to flatten & shape it. C was skeptical of this method first, but I was following the instructions on the package. Contrary to dire warnings it didn’t stick much at all. You only need to use a little flour. And if you spray the baking pan with a small bit of coconut oil it slides right off when cooked.
Accomplishments for the day so far:
- Finally got back in touch with my factory owner friend. I decided not to even try to price by the project. Since my overhead is so low, thanks to the generosity of my BF, I can afford to offer a low hourly rate, less than half what I’d get in NYC.
- Got the missing W2 for my accountant. Had to contact Aquent for the log on info.
- Deposited my last check for the goddess illustrations. I’ll be working on inking those later today. I hope there’s a budget for borders because I love that client. She’s not vague. She’s got her own design sense and is a good communicator. I sent her my delivery update…
Laying out in the sun right now. It’s a hard life! I’d have come out earlier but I was all, “Let me just look at my resume…” Even if the layout’s not 100% done in either version I’m going to print it out later to proof for content.
No exercise before hand, as planned, because I’d stayed up late watching the silly but highly enjoyable Hot Tub Time Machine 2 and I have a cat, a demanding cat. Naughty little ankle-biter is sleeping on the futon next to me right now.
Instead of working out I was researching, trying to find an interesting but text heavy resume template, preferably in InDesign. I downloaded some stuff but I need to keep thinking about it. Also need to watch a tutorial on it, via Creative Cloud website.
I’ve been using this proletariat resume in Text Edit since I over paid for that mostly useless do-over a couple months into PDX. It’s gotta be scannable bla, bla. I was willing to listen, but now I want to make it pretty again, especially if I’m going to be presenting it with an inside track on a great job. It’s likely a real person will actually read it.
This was after printing my utilitarian & not snazzy at all current version to bring to today’s meeting. It’s more of a design coordination job and seems to be a start-up situation. I’ll know more after the chat.
So I’ll either exercise later or not at all. I’m fine with having a 4-day week. I might want to just work and study and download when I get back. I might want to stop at Blick on the return trip too, and in that case it’ll take over 2 hours. (Appointment is in the NE but close-in.)
I should just stop reading BoF if it’s no longer personally relevant!
First I got my mind of the what might have beens by finishing up Sekhmet in Photoshop. I’d discovered anatomical funkiness that couldn’t be corrected in watercolor & ink. Glad I took the time to fix it. Posted a couple places but I still need to update the website, Behance & Pinterest, and Dropbox to the client.
And now I’m sunbathing topless as I like to do, in this new, unanticipated existence. I regularly put tanning into my iCal, I shit you not, because when life gives you lemons, you may as well get a bitchin’ tan.
And instead of doing it today, I rushed out of the house to go through the long weekend process of getting to the NW via public transport. I think I left at like 9:30. It’s now 10:42 & I’m not there yet, but I’m practically giddy to be out, making all this effort just to go sit in a cafe & read a novel while killing time. I’m meeting Charlie for lunch later at my favorite Indian place in pdx. It’s not Saravana Bhavan but it’s good.
Doubtful I’ll exercise in the early evening. Seems somehow intrusive in the shared space of the downstairs. Maybe. Who cares, right?
If I’d been more disciplined last night I could’ve totally gotten in a workout today, since I’m getting a ride & don’t have to do the 90-minute version of the 2.5 mile commute, but… Meh. Thinks back to the entrenched guilt of the Cult days. Back then my teacher & shala mates would know if I’d skipped. It’s still hard for me to believe that I paid $240 a month for yoga ten years ago, without blinking. What would that be now, $325 monthly? And that wasn’t even for 24/7 access year round. When you pay for ashtanga, you’re lucky to get 5-6 days a week access (depending on the moon schedule), past 10am, except when the teacher is: sick, on vacation, getting paid to be in two places at one time (doing a workshop elsewhere). Yoga Sutra was awesome back in the day, before Greg screwed over Christopher, only later to be shafted himself but there’s karma for you. There were two teachers, going from 6:30 to I think it was 11:30am, so if you had a day off work you didn’t still have to get up at 5 to get your fix in. That blissful situation didn’t last long, and these days AYNY can only exist in Brooklyn.
These days I’m so apathetic about everything that I’m on a 4x a week exercise plan. It’s just as easy to eat less on days I’ve got a retail shift. I used to be able to get up at 5am sharp to get in a yoga practice before a 7 or 8 hours of work but that was when I was doing design. I guess lazy & flabby goes along with unskilled labor for me.
I know regular yoga would still be good for me, but I could only manage it if I had a group, and I don’t have the budget for that.
Thinks about meditation.
At least this year I will finish a themed group of 16 illustrations. There’s something.
I’d mentioned thermogenics in yesterday’s exercise post, but forgot to elaborate. Back in my early 30s when I was a gym rat, before the ashtanga cult sucked me in, I got a little help shedding a layer of body fat with the combination of spinning & “stackers”. I’d sometimes read mens’ fitness magazines in those days, looking for ways to tweak my system & reading product reviews. You could get ephedra in workout supplements then. It was awesome. It really works! I hadda be careful though. Just a third of the recommended daily dose made me hopped up and aggressive.
(Worked out cause I got my first hosiery design job & had to be a ball buster to not get milked like some abused dairy cow. I never worked unpaid overtime while on salary, even as my pay scale rose. Most do.)
I was smart enough not to take six capsules a day, but there were enough people having heart attacks on treadmills to ruin it for the rest of us.
I’d like another assist & ordered the below. It’s both vegan (put your money where your mouth is) and caffeine free.
I took 1 before yesterday’s workout and 1 after, but I did get a stomach ache that lasted into the evening. I was also pretty restless trying to sleep. I’ll have to experiment with it a little & see if I can get it to work better. Maybe I just need to get used to it.
And in other news, I’ve decided to view the next couple days as fodder for writing and decision making.